#but also how is that not MORE of a distraction and ‘unprofessional’ than just letting me wear my fucking headphones

[lesbiansanemi]

Me: maybe 8 days off will fix me, maybe going back to work won’t be so bad. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s alright

Also me: *is at work for less than two hours and already Wants to Die* Ah. Great.

#this morning already frustrated me #because so much shit was done wrong or wasn’t done at all while I was gone #because I basically manage the department even though that’s NOT MY JOB #so ofc I come back and everything is on fire and everyone is one omg you HAVE to fix this we just couldn’t do it/figure it out 🥺 #when it’s something that’s so simple they just didn’t wanna do it well or right #but also #the stupid fucking gm was like ‘hey I need to talk to you. it’s about your disability accommodation’ #and I. a fool. got really excited like omg!! are they finally going to approve it!!! #no. no. he basically told me to get fucked and it wasn’t going to happen #he said I could WEAR A FAN????? AROUND MY NECK???? and use that for white noise but that was it???? #what???? the FUCK????? #number one I cannot express how much worse a fucking FAN going in my ears all day long would just make my sensory overload 10 times worse #but also how is that not MORE of a distraction and ‘unprofessional’ than just letting me wear my fucking headphones #I feel like crying. I just want to not leave work with a developing migraine every day because of sensory reasons #and a part of me is like suck it up you’ve been dealing with this for a year it’s not actually a big deal #at least you CAN work and it’s not so bad that you can’t that’s a privilege #and like… yeah…. but I literally feel so drained and miserable every single day #and this stupid job makes me want to kms #but I can’t quit cuz the pay is too good #and it’s just so frustrating because they’re like ‘we’re such a good and diverse company we treat our employees so well’ #and the general public thinks it’s a GREAT company #so I just constantly here about how great and awesome and inclusive they are #but they won’t even let me have the accommodation of wearing fucking headphones #something every other job has let me do…. #and it makes me so mad on behalf of every other person who probably got told no over disability accommodations for even more important and I #intensive things #and I just. yeah. I kinda wanna cry #but as always I cannot cry because I’m so emotionally stunted that all I can ACTUALLY feel are pissed off and frustrated #anyways. I need to break something #kaz rambles

[forcemeanakin]

Make you feel better.

•WARNINGS: SMUT.  Vaginal sex (female top), unprotected sex, blowjob, handjob, degradation kink, spanking, dirty talk. Explicit mentions of injuries.

Pairing: TCW!Anakin Skywalker x female reader.

Summary: You are a nurse in the 501st squad and General Skywalker needs some assistance. Only you could help him feel better.

Word count: 4.8K. This started as a blurb, but I’m incapable of shutting up. I haven’t stood up from my chair since 10am, so enjoy.

A/N: I’m so so so so in love with this man, it’s sickening. Scenario inspired by Ahsoka ep.5!. NOT PROOFREAD!!, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao

Also first one shot since like forever????

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As a war nurse, you are used to treating the nastiest of wounds, the bloodiest of cuts, the vilest of injuries. 

You have chosen your profession out of love and vocation. As cliche as it might be, the true desire of your heart was to help people feel better: The plan was to specialize as a pediatric nurse, even becoming a doctor one day. Working at a hospital, maybe have a private practice with that medic husband of yours you often dreamed about. 

All of that was erased the moment war erupted. 

Fresh out of nursing school, every single one of your classmates, including yourself, were drafted to report to duty as nurses on the frontlines. The assignment of troops was random, but as if fate had decided, you were put at the service of the 501st. Little did you know, the job was harder than you had ever imagined it would be; and the constant bombing and deceased people you had to observe had nothing to do with it.

It was the general of the squad that made your job more complicated than it had to be.

General Skywalker. 

Well, it wasn’t exactly him, but the persistent crush you had on him. 

Needless to say, it was extremely unprofessional to be daydreaming of the person who was technically your boss. Even more unethical to be full-on fantasizing about his dick size when you were supposed to be suturing injured clones. But dammit, was it hard. So hard to be so close to his pulling presence and yet so far from achieving anything real with the man. Not that you had tried. Public rejection would be even more embarrassing than crushing on him. 

Anakin Skywalker hardly recognized your existence. Between his duty as leader on the field, his responsibilities as Jedi off-hours and the reduced sleep time he could squeeze in between battles, he didn’t have time to remember the name of one of the nurses of his legion. Especially when he never went to the tents himself; the god of a man was indestructible. 

Fuck, was he hot.

Just watching him scream: “Forward!” every day, as he ran directly to conflict with bravery was enough to have you dripping. His whole General image was your own personal definition of lust; his armor, the tone in which he would deliver orders, the frown he would wear until he had defeated each and every single one of his enemies. The smile he would flash whenever they won over a battle. Luckily, it was often.

But you had this idea that, out all of the medical staff, you were his least favorite. Maybe it had something to do with how social you were: always distracting his soldiers with jokes as you cleaned their cuts so they wouldn’t think of the sting. Or maybe it had something to do with how emotional you could get during your shifts: always fighting with your colleagues so they would treat the troopers as people, not numbers. Even if he had created a culture of trust among his peers, you weren’t sure if he appreciated that you caused so much trouble within the medical wing. 

You had endured a year of stolen glances, salivating at the sight of him from afar and lonely nights with just your hand. Cheeks would blush so fast whenever he would catch you checking him out, and maybe you were drunk on the smell of medical alcohol, but you swore that you caught him checking you out too once.

But that was long forgotten the next day, when he came back to being his same old cold persona. You forgave that aspect of him: the atrocities he had committed in the name of the Republic weighed heavy on his shoulders, slouching his proud figure whenever he had to face the reality of his situation. 

The same you had to face everyday.

“Who’s available?!” Yelling was the official way of communicating over here. You were finishing up a bandage on a trooper that had lost his left leg, meaning that you had to answer the call of duty.

The Ryloth takeover was more hectic than the squad had ever anticipated. Soldiers falling left and right, some didn’t even make it to the medical bay, just straight to the pseudo-morgue that was built to then give them a final resting place. 

“I’m almost ready to take the next one!” You screamed over the noise from the ships flying over.

“Ms. Dana.” Someone called you by your last name from outside the medical tent. “General Skywalker’s tent in 5.”

That made you drop the jar of gauze.

No one has ever been there, you thought. 

Outside of his skippy padawan and uptight master, Anakin’s tent had always been off limits to the public. His sacred place to unwind in peace. The ways he must unwind after a long day of battle…

“Ms. Dana!” That woke you up from a very explicit image of Anakin jerking off the stress away. 

“C-coming!” You choked. Grabbing your personal kit, you ran to the destination that had your clit throbbing with anticipation. 

You would see the sheets he slept on, the place where he storaged all of his robes, the shower that saw him naked every day. Jealousy of an inanimate object took over you as quickly as it left, making you feel stupid for getting angry at a room.

You almost didn’t notice that the battle was over, the only remnants of it were the people being moved in gurneys, the clouds of dust and the beaten up ships. Your outfit was probably not the best to endure the hardness of the Ryloth landscape: a tight, white buttoned up dress with a stupid little hat on top of your head. You hated the son of a bitch, it was ridiculous as fuck, but necessary for recognition among all of the personnel working in camps.

Anakin will think it’s stupid too. 

He will think you are stupid. 

The self-degradation stopped once you reached the entrance of his tent. Gulping exaggeratedly, you were unsure if to knock, announce yourself or wait until he was annoyed enough to come out and see you standing there like an idiot. 

“Come in.” It was his voice who cruelly cut the silence, growling. 

With shaking legs, the green fabric that formed his personal chamber was removed from your eyesight and you were hit by the delicious smell of him. So manly, so musty. It smelled like his cologne all over and you wished you bottle that up to spray it on your own sheets. 

It was less rewarding to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with an exasperated stare, analyzing your figure with obnoxiousness. You even cut short your eye-fucking tour of his body when you met his tired eyes.  Have you taken too long to get here?

“So they sent you.” He sighed, deviating his gaze. The evident disgust at your presence made you slouch timidly. You were a good nurse. The best one in the camp, if you dare to say. “I told Rex I’m fine. I don’t need assistance, it’s just a bruise.” His tone was harder than his words, surprisingly. 

“Well, now that I’m here, might as well take a look at that, huh?” Fighting through the devastating embarrassment, you proceeded to walk over his bed to place your kit. Biting your lip, you feared to ask the next question. “Shall we get started?”

He was one step away from rolling his eyes. “Fine. Just do it quickly.”

“Got it, sir.” Weird. There was no chilly breeze, however, Anakin had just flinched. “Care to show me where the bruise is?” 

He hesitated for a bit, closing his eyes with frustration. You were about to ask again when he exhaled with annoyance. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I would like to confirm that. Please, sir, the faster we do this, the faster I’m on my merry way.” You hated that he was desperate to kick you out, but apparently your compelling argument helped to accelerate the process. 

After seeing that he still felt fuzzy about checking the bruise, you decided to start somewhere else. “Let me get started with this cut over here. Looks pretty nasty.” 

You doubted if to take a seat, scared that it would be too close to him, but you needed the space to maneuver. Giving up to your internal fight, you sat down next to him and began by cleaning up the wound that escaped the fabric of his burgundy robe. 

“That’s nothing.” He mumbled under his breath, still not looking at you. 

Ignoring his attempt to diminish your work, you decided to also ignore your basic instinct to start a conversation to ease up the process. The internal alarms of survival were yelling at you not too. However, there was a moment where the alarms shut down, basically because every part of your brain shut down simultaneously and it was when you had to grip his bicep to make it stand still. Your fingers dug into the hard muscle, feeling how every little bit flexed under your fingertips, proving first-hand just how strong he was. 

“Done. Now I’m gonna clean the ones in your face.” You poured some alcohol into another cotton ball and turned to face him. 

Being face to face with Anakin Skywalker had been the most intimidating experience of your life and that hot as hell scar and mean frown didn’t make it easier. In fact, it had you clenching around nothing. You cleared your throat before slowly reaching out for his chin, pulling him to give you a better look of his dirty and exhausted aspect. 

He gasped the second the puffy ball made contact with a cut on his left cheekbone. You took that opportunity to bring him some comfort, despite your irregular breathing and overall tenseness. Rubbing your thumb along his jaw, you saw his pain decreased until the sting was gone. You moved to another cut on his forehead, repeating the process until you had treated most of them gone. When you swapped your current cotton ball with a new one so caught him looking down on your body. 

It’s this stupid uniform.

He sensed your eyes on him and quickly deviated them to focus on your irises. You gulped before continuing your beeline around his face, this time close to the scar you often fantasize about in bed.

“That one 's old. No need to worry about it.” He joked.

He joked.

Unable to form a coherent comeback, you limited yourself to give him a nasal laugh, demonstarting that you got it. 

“Thought you wouldn't be this silent. You’re more chatty with the clones.” He said, slightly tilting his head.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to talk.” You replied, this time with a little smile as a peace offering.

“What did you think I wanted?” He frowned, interrupting your cleaning.

“I thought you wanted me out as quickly as possible.” You stopped momentarily to accommodate his face once more into a position you could work with.

He let out a dry laugh. “It’s nothing personal. I just want to come back to work.” 

“You just came back from battle and want to keep working? Do you ever stop?” You joked back, feeling how the atmosphere inside the tent had changed. Feeling more comfortable, you switched your body a little, now your chests were aligned, just inches apart. 

“Hardly.” He clicked his tongue, gaze slightly dropping to give a quick sweep of your lips. 

“Well, you should rest. Relax. That’s an important part of recovery.” You advised him, finishing up the last cut. You took a cloth of your kit and used it to clean some of the dry blood and dirt off him. 

“Can’t stay still.” He shook his head.

“There are other ways to relax.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking that little pause to admire his beautiful demeanor. Those blue eyes could spell you into saying yes to basically anything. 

“Like?” He pushed, licking his lips as his intense gaze focused on making you feel smaller and smaller.

“Like…” You dirty minded bitch, think about something other than sex! 

Almost like he could hear your inner dialogue, he chuckled. 

“Like taking a walk or reading a book.” You finally came up with a pg-13 alternative to relaxing. 

“Could be.” He snickered. After his beautiful giggle dialed down, you felt the tension switching. Thicker. More intense. “More of a physical guy myself.”

Feeling the pull to his plump lips, you rushed to get out of the trouble zone. “Ready for me to see this world-famous bruise?” 

Your brain short circuited when he snapped his shoulder armor in one swift move and threw it on the floor. The next thing had you mentally panting and physically in shock: Anakin was removing his robes to expose his naked and bruised torso. The skin of his middle part would dip perfectly into breathtaking abs, not to mention the flexing of his arms became more evident to you without the stupid robe in your way. 

The reddened-purplish spot expanded all the way from the right side of his lower abdomen, all the way down the waistband of his pants. The silent gawking didn’t go unnoticed by him, a little smirk coming to greet your widened eyes. That woke you up enough to get moving.

“H-how-“ You took a moment to regain some composure. “How did this happen?”

“A droideka fell on me.” He muttered shortly, almost as if the portion of information brought shame to him.

“Alright, I’m gonna need to palpate the area to know if there’s any further damage.” You announced with more nerves than a medical professional should speak to their patients.

Because he was now standing up, sitting down didn’t give you the best height to disinfect some of the minor cuts that tainted his perfect tanned skin. 

“Sir, I’m going to need you to lay down for me, please.” Formalities came back as soon as you felt threatened by his overpowering presence again. 

“No.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’d prefer to stand, if it’s possible. Please.”

“Sure.” After all, it was your job to make the process easier for him. On the other hand, that meant having to kneel in front of him. That caught him off guard and almost backed down when you reached out to feel the tampered skin. “Please tell me where it hurts.”

Your little fingers began to poke around the wounded area, massaging the zones where you knew a more serious injury could present itself. It didn’t go under your radar the way he would have goosebumps whenever you looked up to him or groped him more firmly. Repeating over and over: “How does it feel here?” you made your way all over the part of the bruise that was visible to the eye. 

“Good. It seems like no internal organs have been compromised.” You announced with a little smile. Now the part you dreaded -and kind of expected- was next. “Uhm, I’m going to need to check the rest of the bruise to make sure you didn’t break your hip, sir.”

“Anakin.” He spat.

“Pardon?” You blinked rapidly.

“Call me Anakin. It makes this… easier.” He cleared his throat.

“Okay, Anakin.” You nodded. How you said the next thing so calmly was still a mystery to you. “So, I know this part may be uncomfortable, but I’ll need to remove your pants out of the way. Probably your underwear as well, if I need to take a better look. Don’t worry, I’ve seen enough male anatomy for this to be routinary for me-”

In the middle of your speech, as you dropped your gaze to prepare yourself for dipping your fingers under his pants, something snapped your attention. 

The gigantic bulge right in front of your eye line.

How you had missed such a tent while you palpated his abdomen was another mystery to you. 

“Uhm- I-” You choked, unwilling to look up. “I-”

Anakin made no effort to try and hide his wood. But what was the point? It was already there. You had already noticed it. 

Mumbling, you decided to continue being professional. It was a normal response after all. “I’ll go ahead and lower your pants, sir- Anakin, sorry.” You corrected yourself, but it was too late.

You had already seen the reason why he made you call him Anakin: his dick twitched the second you said “sir”. Now that was interesting. 

Your hand pulled down the brown pants, lowering his black underwear at the same time, only revealing his right hip, leaving the bulge quietly covered. Anakin’s chest rose uncontrollably, flinching every now and then when your hand would get too close to his boner, or when your warm breath would fan his exposed hip. When you finally dared to meet his gaze, to let him know you were almost through with the exam, you were pleased with the view above you. 

Rose pink cheeks, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, darkened gaze fixed on your cleavage. It was the equivalent of liquid courage in human form. 

“Does this hurt?” You felt up another portion, this time closer to his groin. When he murmured a weak “no”, you inched even closer. “And here?” Same response. 

When you got to a point where your pinky grazed the bulge and he gasped, you knew this was the point of no return. 

“And does this hurt?” You asked, slowly palming the thick shaft that was threatening to rupture his pants at any given second. 

Swallowing harshly, Anakin refused to speak up a word. Instead, he let you carry on with your devilious plan. 

“And this? Does it hurt, sir?” You wrapped your hand around the still clothed member, rubbing faster and harder. 

He limited himself to closing his eyes, moaning on the low as your hand gripped his swell cock with more pressure and more confidence. Your ego was so high up in the sky that you had the impulse to rub your lips against the fabric already stained with pre-cum. 

“Sir, can I finish up the exam?” Your wide doe eyes were quite the contrary of your filthy intentions. 

Once he nodded with hooded eyes, you fished his veiny cock from out of the confinements of his underwear and tugged it out for you to admire all of its glory. It sprung free, the tip pointing directly at you, like it knew. Involuntarily, your mouth opened in admiration to such a big and thick frame. Anakin’s sly smirk made another surprise appearance at your gawking.

You were acquainted with male genitalia. But not like this. Never like this. 

So huge. So intimidating. So mouth-watering. 

“It’s almost like you have never seen one. Not as huge as this one, right?” You shook your head, biting your lip as you took in the whole image. You needed a minute to wrap around the idea that he was carrying this weapon everywhere he went.

Your hands -yes, plural, because you needed both to handle such beast- pumped fast to grant him the deliberation he so desperately craved. Yanking his thick shaft in between your palms had you pooling all over your white panties, like a goddamn slut. His hips were thrusting at the rhythm you had set, fucking your fist like he pleased. Feeling how he tensed his abdomen, the climax was closed.

Taking a last leap of fate, you stopped the jerking off momentarily and clutched the fabric of his pants down with both hands, revealing his whole lower part to your delight. His thighs, oh, his muscular thighs always did unholy things to you and to have them right there for you to grip was making you rub your own thighs together. Foreseeing what was to come, you let your hair down, losing the stupid hat.  

Digging your nails on the hardness of his leg, you licked the tip of his shaft, testing the water. The little drop of pre-cum you managed to catch was salty and warm, so deliciously milky. Moaning, you opened your mouth to lazily envelop his tip, rubbing it without interest, just softly teasing him.

“Look at you. Who would say that you would be so unprofessional, sucking your commanding general’s cock? Huh?” Anakin mocked you from his proud stand. “Miss little giggling nurse turned out to be a filthy cockslut. Salivating at the sight of my dick.”

You moaned, still pampering the reddened head of his cock.

“I could.” He chuckled, his thumb coming to caress your jaw just like you did to him earlier. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare when I walk by the medical tent? How you practically undress me with your eyes? Such a desperate slut. Begging to be fuck just right. Acting like you're not thinking about hopping on this dick while working.”

After giving a last open mouthed kiss on the sensitive tip, you opened your mouth and presented your pink tongue to him, for which he rewarded you with a smiling expression. 

“You offer yourself to make me feel better?” He cocked an arrogant brow.

Nodding, you let out a small, high pitched whimper to hurry him up. 

“Hope you know what you’re doing, baby.”

 And with that, he grabbed a handful of your locks with his gloved limb and the other one he used to tug your chin further down, making room for the rest of his cock. In the blink of an eye, he was fucking your throat raw, having no mercy for you or the tears that spilled from our eyes when he would especially far down. He emphasized repeatedly how he had to train you to take all of him in, that you were not properly ready to take someone as big as him. He even said it with pity, making fun that you hadn’t been fucking with real men. 

But he was here now. And he was going to take care of you. 

Even if you lack the ability to relax your throat enough for you to take the whole 9 inch monstrosity that was violating your breathing canal, he was appreciative of the way you gagged around him and the noises you made whenever the tip would hit a wall. He even praised the movements of your tongue on his underside, rewarding you with a little slap on your cheek. Anakin laughed when he heard your horny moan at the harsh action. 

Suddenly, Anakin stopped bobbing your head up and down his length, causing the mess of saliva that was covering both you and him to dissolve into a mesly string connecting you two.

“Let me see how well your other hole makes me feel, baby. Up.” As your legs made an effort to stand without shaking, Anakin returned to his previous seating position, this time manspreading to let his cock breathe in all of its glory. Patting his lap, he called you in like a dog. “Here.”

Dying of shame at the wetness that dripped from your inner thighs, you spread yourself until both your knees were at each side of his hips. Anakin glanced at the leaking juices and fucking grinned the brightest smile. 

“So wet just for sucking dick.” His index and middle finger retrieved some of the spill, playing with your sensitive nub on their way. He tasted the juices himself, licking his fingers clean. He hummed in approval, ripping your panties apart to have more access and drink up more of your arousal. “Pretty little pussy. Do you think it’ll fit?” He asked you with a narcissistic loop side smile, as he sucked some more off his fingers. 

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, shaking at the ministrations of his hands around your ass.

“It will.” He reassured you, pulling your skirt up and entangling it just above your hips. “You’ll make it fit.” He put his hands behind his back, on the bed, yielding control to you. “Now show me how bad you’ve been wanting this. Ride my dick.”

Using his strong shoulders for leverage, soon your slick pussy was sucking up his length. The first contact had you digging your nails on his shoulders, fighting through the pain of the stretch, this position only enlarging the already swollenness of his member. Gasping with an open mouth, you fought to push yourself even further down. Skin to skin, you were feeling all of him in: every curve, every wrinkle, every twitch. Even after remembering the condom, you opted for not mentioning it. There was no way you could say goodbye to feeling him bare.

Anakin pulled you in by the neck, drinking in the scream you let out when you bottomed out. His lips tasted better than anything you had ever tried, so sweet by nature and salty because of the sweat. You just wanted more and more; anything he was willing to give you.

“Faster.” Anakin demanded; clasping to your hips to bounce you harder on him, to remind you that this was about him, not you. 

Obeying like the sub you were, you humped him faster, adjusting yourself to surround his shoulders with your arms so you could pull his hair. You knew he liked it by the way he purred on your ear, embracing your waist tighter to manhandle you better. The hug you were both entrapped in ended with his big hands holding both your ass cheeks, groping them in such a disrespectful manner: splitting them open, squeezing them until it hurt, slapping without any sort of consideration. 

“Mhm, just like that, baby.” He praised blissed out, his hand cruelly smacking your already red and abused rear. “You do know how to ride dick. So good, taking me so well with this slutty pussy of yours.” 

Chasing your own pleasure, you gripped him harder and grinded on his wood, rubbing your clit with his pubic bone. You whimpered when you felt the delicious shock on your clit, which only incentivized you to rock your hips even faster. You were close, so close to coming undone, clenching him like a vice. 

“C’mon, you offer yourself to me, to use you as I seem fit.” Anakin pushed you back so you could see him clearly. “I want you to bounce, baby. Bounce those tight tits for me.” 

Anakin removed three buttons of your dress, enough for him to get drunk on the sight of your boobs pressed together and bouncing, but not all the way exposed. Like instructed, you bounced on his dick like it was your job to do so, enamored by the view of him hypnotized by your jumping breasts. Your nipples would shyly come to greet out of your white top, albeit Anakin wouldn’t have the full show because of the fabric that still caged them. 

Tired of the partial view, Anakin’s hands left your ass and traveled to their next destination: your full tits. Without removing another button, he took in the weight of your boobs inside of his palms and played with your meaty buds like he had never seen a pair before. The rough movements of his hands around the fat caused your dress to open a bit more, basically leaving you naked for him. 

“They’re more gorgeous than I ever anticipated.” He muttered, before enveloping a peak inside his mouth and lapping at it repeatedly. “Seeing you with this lame excuse of a uniform it’s harder than going to war, baby. Craving a taste of you and not being able to do anything about it, it’s torture. Pure torture.” He moaned in a ragged voice, sucking in the same nipple with closed eyes, savoring it. 

“You- you wanted me?” You cried, sliding in more frantically.

You were so close and he had it in his hands to make you come in that same instant. 

“Baby, I’ve been dreaming about filling this pussy to the brim the second you were drafted.” He exhaled with a smile. “I hate seeing you with the clones: gifting them smiles that should belong to me, parading this cleavage around when it should be for my eyes only, showing off this ass when only I should know the feeling of it inside my palms.”

“Anakin! I’m coming! I’m coming!” You announced, simultaneously feeling how his dick twitched inside of you. 

“Let me feel it, baby. Come all over my cock. Indulge me.” This time it was you who took the initiative to kiss him, thinking this would be your last chance to savour him before this was all over. 

You convulsed around his dick, just like he asked, tumbling over his shoulder to regain your breath. Anakin followed short after you, shuddering as he spilled over, biting your shoulder to muffle his groan. 

After the aftershocks dissipated and you regained consciousness, the shame of what had transpired hit you like a train. Fixing your dress to cover more of you, you wondered how long you should wait before saying something. Luckily, Anakin broke the ice first.

“Next time you should keep the hat. I like it.” He chuckled, making you giggle as well. 

Needless to say, you were now expected to be in his tent every night after he came back from battle, split open for him, ready to take in all of the frustration of the day and make him feel better.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #sw anakin #tcw anakin #ahsoka series #darth vader x you #darth vader x reader #darth vader

[prettyoatmeal]

we need a price headcanon while dating😍

John Price Headcanons While You're Dating (and how you got there)

YEAAHSSSS-

I mean- ahem, yes, it seems we do.

Now then,

Genre: Fluff, Smut implications but nothing graphic.

Summary: Just some pre and during dating head cannons. GN reader, no mentions of Y/N.

Content Warnings: Daddy issues mentions.

Masterlist here!

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(This is the 'how you got there' part, scroll for actual dating HC's)

Mr Mutton Chops over here gives me massive daddy vibes.

He's giving 'only a few years older than everyone else but is ten-million times more mature'.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't like having little bit of fun here and there.

He's had experience, however, it's been a good while since he's been in the game.

Being deployed for what feels like the longest time ever distracts the mind from any kind of romantic relationships.

However, once you end up joining the Task Force, those thoughts come flooding back to him.

It took a good bit of convincing from Laswell for him to let you join, but once you do, he notices your skills and you've immediately caught his attention. It caught everyone's attention.

He's both shocked and impressed, and with how much attention you've gotten from the boys, especially Gaz since he's the closest to your age, it got him awfully jealous.

You found their flirtatious attitudes flattering, but really, your eyes would always focus on the Captain.

His stern voice, the way he knows exactly what he wants, you never expected it to be arousing in a way.

Price had felt the same, he didn't want to admit it, but he very quickly became fond of you, from the way you laugh at his jokes, to the way you say "Yes, sir!" which he swears you purposefully purr out just to get him riled up.

You took notice of all the special attention you've been getting from the boys, and also noticed how Price would always be seething anytime anyone had mentioned your name.

And so like a pack of wolves wrestling over the fluffy little lamb in front of them, the competition had started.

Soap would always become a massive flirt around your presence, especially when you're around the Captain for laugh himself. He thought it was hilarious seeing him getting so worked up over his comments.

"Well lookie 'ere! Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, little Lass!"

"Ah, Johnny, glad you're here. Bathrooms need a cleaning. Get to it."

"Aye, sir :("

Poor Soap.

Price was one to rarely flirt however, he found it unprofessional, he found HIMSELF unprofessional, catching feelings for some new recruit.

That was his last straw though, soon he'd pull out the old reliable, 'I think I like someone, and you know them very well'.

Thankfully, there was perfect timing. Soap shouted the lot for drinks at the pub and Price knew he had to tell you there.

He had the whole thing planned out, buttering you up over a couple of drinks, becoming more and more forward throughout the night which in return caused you to become very flustered and giggly.

"Soap was right, y'know. You are quite the sight for sore eyes."

"Could say the same to you, Sir."

"Please, call me John while we're not out there, won't ya?"

The way you nodded as you looked up at him drove him wild, eager to follow any order he gave you. It gave him all the confidence he needed to pop the question.

AHEM-

Anyway

Actual Dating HC's

Remember how I said he has massive Daddy vibes?

Yeah, well

He's extremely protective over you.

Any threat he sees, he's already shielding you from it.

Walking along the pavement? He's keeping you on the inside, shielding you from the road. Going out to another bar where drunkens are roaming the place? His arms are already around your waist the moment you two leave the car.

You always tell him that you can protect yourself, you fight among the best of the best, but he doesn't budge one bit.

And thats okay, he loves protecting you and you love it too. It makes you feel safe.

LOOOVES calling you pet names.

Love, Gorgeous, Doll, Sweetheart, its all in his vocabulary to call you.

You ask him to call you something else, he'll call you that as many times as you like.

"Hey, John? From now on, can you start calling me-"

"On it!"

At the beginning of your relationship, he takes everything slow now that the others aren't around as often to take you away from him.

Though as the months pass, he's gotten so used to your touch that it's all he could think about.

Favourite part of you for him to hold? Definitely your hands. The way his hands engulf yours and how soft they feel makes his heart skip a beat.

He's normally a very confident man, he's a captain after all, his job requires him to be tough. It may have taken him a while, but he can really relax when you two are together.

Will purposefully grow his hair out so it's easier for you to grab and run your fingers through it.

Won't admit it, but he loves when you tug on his hair.

Just pull on it a little bit, please, he's begging

If you just HAPPEN to have daddy issues (I'm definitely not projecting) he will very gladly give you that comfort you need.

This is another branch off of where I was going with the 'daddy vibes'.

He's completely devoted to treating you the way you deserve, making up for all the comfort you've never received.

"I'm here and I don't ever plan to leave. You're safe with me, Sweetheart." as he holds you to his chest :(((

Any mention of your father and he's immediately pulling you into his arms and pulling his phone out to watch some funny videos or putting a movie on to distract you knowing how much of a sensitive topic it is.

Loves when you hold onto his arm while you're together, it makes him feel needed.

Definitely fulfils that fatherly role while being your boyfriend at the same time.

He'll cook whatever you're feeling for you whenever you're feeling out of it, give you massages, help you keep tidy, maybe even help you shower or wash your hair if you're particularly feeling awful.

Of course he will, all he ever wants to do is please you.

He knows you'd do the same for him if he wasn't feeling right, why shouldn't he treat you like royalty?

Helps take care of your daily needs, especially the ones in bed.

COUGH.

Whoops.

Speaking of such, hates seeing you cry.

It will absolutely break his heart.

He'd do absolutely anything and everything just to see you happy and never shed a tear out of sadness ever again, he just loves you that much.

Notice how I only specified sadness.

Alright, thats all I can think of, might do a Part 2.

***************

<333 Goodnight, I'll probably add to this if I think of anything else.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #John Price x reader #Captain Price x Reader #John Price Imagines #Captain Price Imagines #John Price Fluff #Captain John Price Fluff #MW2 x reader

[stellaisinlove]

Our Secret

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: After filming a movie with your coworker, Henry. The two of you have press work to do. Traveling around the world and answering questions from interviewers each day. It can get tiring but it can also lead to a new beginning.

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: None

I have always been a fan of Henry Cavill. I admired him, not just for his good looks but for his remarkable talent in acting. So when I found out that I would be starring alongside him in an upcoming movie, I couldn't help but scream.

Our chemistry on set was undeniable, and our scenes together were electric.

When it came to press week, Henry and I found ourselves doing interviews with one another. Spending almost every day together. Neither of us getting annoyed with the other.

We got the usual questions and gave the usual answers.

"What was your favorite scene to film?"

"Tell people what they should most anticipate from this movie."

When it came to the interviewer asking me what I thought about Henry and what Henry thought about me. We gave a polite, generic answer before moving on to the next question.

During a particularly long press day, we took our seats in two director chairs with the poster of our movie behind us. We sat there making small talk before the Interviewer entered, being fashionably late.

Although it was just an interview, I still wanted to look my best. Wearing a dress that I found laying in my closet a couple of weeks ago before the press started. Although, I didn't think the dress was very special. Henry did, his eyes were on me like glue. He zoned out, staring at me not caring about what the unprofessional interviewer was asking.

As the interview went on, she asked me a question that I could suspect from a mile away. "What's the chemistry like on set for you two?"

I chuckled and shook my head, "It's easy to get distracted...I mean, have you seen Henry? It's hard not to have a crush on him." I laughed brushing it off. I knew more than half the girls watching this interview agreed with me.

Henry left his trance. Trying to put together what he just heard come out of my mouth. He blinked, nodding his head trying not to open his mouth and say something he shouldn't say in front of the camera.

"And you, Henry?" The interviewer asked.

Henry scoffed before giving a small smirk. His blue eyes trailed down my body. "Well...I, too, get distracted during scenes. The number of times I had to call 'line' because I was too busy admiring how she looked..." Henry smirked turning his head to look into my eyes. I looked right back at him.

Our eyes locked, and the interviewer's questions faded into the background. It was as if we were the only two people in the room. I felt my cheeks get warm as Henry's eyes trailed down to my lips, a soft smile stretched on my face. The tension between us was palpable.

"Well, that's all the questions I have. Thank you for coming." The camera switched off.

"Thank you!" Henry and I said in sync, jumping out of our seats and to the exit.

Out front was the black van with tinted windows, waiting to pick us up. Henry walked ahead of me. Opening the car door and letting me in first. I sat down with a sigh, laying back in my chair. Henry sitting beside me, buckling his seatbelt.

"Thank God today is over." I groaned before buckling my own.

Henry gave a soft laugh before looking out the window.

We were currently in London for press. Driving down the busy streets of traffic. Henry would occasionally point out places he'd been to when he was little. He suggested that when we had a day off he would show me the city. Saying he would take me to all the Michelin-star restaurants that I wanted to go to.

Once we were at the hotel we rushed to check into our rooms.. Both our managers gave us the best Suites the Hotel could offer and we were eager to see them. "You can leave your bags here, someone will bring them to you shortly." The concierge smiled.

Henry and I entered the elevator, clicking the button that said '20' on it. The elevator doors slid open and we stepped into the hallway, about to part ways but, I was stopped by Henry's voice.

"Y/N, Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

I nodded, feeling my nerves jump as my eyes connected with his. "Of course, what's up?"

Henry took a deep breath, "I can't keep acting like there's nothing there, Y/N... I have feelings for you, and I can't keep pushing that down and ignoring it..."

My heart skipped a beat. We both knew damn well there was something there, but neither of us knew how or when to bring it up, and thank God he did it before me. I had the largest smile on my face, Henry waits for my response.

"I've felt the same way for...such a long time." I whisper.

Henry took my hand in his, I looked down and noticed how perfectly my hand fits in his, it was smaller than his but not by a lot. His hands were warm and smoother than I thought. " I don't want to waste any more time pretending... I want to be with you."

I smiled, feeling warmth in my chest, "I want to be with you too. But, what about our jobs?"

"That doesn't matter." He said moving his hand up to cup my cheek. "It can be our secret..."

I leaned my head into his touch with a relaxed smile. His hand warming up my even warmer face.

"Ahem,"

The two of us snapped back to reality to see a bellboy with our bags. He handed them to us before rushing back to the elevator acting as if he didn't see anything.

We looked at each other awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

"I should go to my room now..."

Henry cleared his throat and gave a nod. "Right," I could see the pink stretching on his face.

I made it to my room and threw my bag onto the ground. Slipping off my shoes, I fall onto my bed and lay there for a moment, trying to recall what had just happened. When I finally realize what this meant I squeal, covering my face as I can feel my body full of butterflies.

I sit up in my bed and look out the window at the most incredible view. Maybe I should get out for a little bit, and see the city. Before I could even get up there was a knock at my door. I slip my shoes back on and look through the peephole to see Henry standing there.

I open the door and he's looking down at me with another smile of his.

"How about that restaurant?" He asked.

I didn't hesitate. I nodded my head and held out my hand, he placed his in mine without a second thought.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #actor #actress #superman #clark kent x y/n #fanfiction #dc universe #actor x reader #x reader #x y/n #fluff #celebrity #celebrity x reader

[magicfootballstuff]

Strictly Unprofessional - part 5 (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: You’ve just landed your dream job as a photographer at FC Barcelona Femení. The only problem? You hooked up with the captain five years ago and haven’t seen her since.

Part 5/9

Read other parts here.

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As Christmas approaches, you and Alexia continue to get closer. You’re careful about getting too close and try to keep a professional boundary in place, especially conscious about how others might perceive your closeness since Mapi accused you of flirting with each other, but you can’t help the way that you’re drawn to Alexia’s side.

You often wonder if your fondness is reciprocated.

You sit next to Alexia more often than not while travelling to away games and when you ask Alexia if she wouldn’t rather sit with her teammates, she answers with a shrug.

“I spend all day with those idiots,” Alexia says, her words punctuated with a shriek at the back of the bus, followed by raucous laughter that just highlights Alexia’s description of her teammates. “Anyway, I like spending time with you.”

“I like spending time with you too,” you reply, the words rolling off your tongue too easily.

You didn’t really think anything of your growing closeness with Alexia until Mapi’s question about flirting. In fact, you thought you’d done a pretty good job of moving past whatever happened five years ago by building a new relationship with Alexia that’s firmly in the friendzone. 

But now that Mapi has planted the idea in your head, you can’t stop thinking about it. There’s nothing overtly flirtatious in the conversations you have with Alexia, but you overthink every interaction, every smile, every touch. Is Alexia just being friendly and Mapi’s winding you up, or is there actually still something there?

———

In December, Barcelona launches a new line of winter leisurewear - hoodies, sweatpants, Christmas jumpers, and more - and it’s your job to get some photos for the club shop and social media to advertise the range.

What that means is a Tuesday afternoon in one of the media rooms with Mapi, Jana and of course Alexia. 

The room has been set up for the shoot with a makeshift studio in one half of the room, as well as tables with piles of clothes for the three players to model. A privacy screen has been set up in one corner for them to change behind but they don’t really use it, used to changing in front of each other every day anyway. You make an effort not to stare as Alexia strips unashamedly out of her clothes and into the first outfit, but so what if your eyes get caught on Alexia’s tattoos? You don’t remember exactly which ones were there five years ago but you’re certain there’s a couple of new additions to the tanned canvas of her back.

“Hey,” Mapi says, nudging you back to attention with her elbow. “Which clothes do you want me in first?”

“Start with the navy. Then we’ll move onto the grey.”

The shoot goes smoothly. The three players are easy to work with, just the right balance between professionalism and playful banter that means the shoot is easy but also entertaining. 

You get most of the pictures you need in the studio, before each of the players dresses in a different set of clothes and you head outside with a couple of footballs to an empty training pitch to take a few more shots out there. 

Once that part of the shoot is complete, everyone is keen to get back inside quickly to get out of the cold. Alexia and Jana walk ahead, Alexia with her arm wrapped around Jana’s shoulder, and it’s not jealousy that you feel but more of a realisation that Alexia is probably just touchy-feely with all her friends. You’d be stupid to think you were special.

“So, you and Alexia, huh?” Mapi asks, falling into step beside you as she helps carry your equipment back inside.

“What? She told you?”

“Told me what?”

Your stomach drops as you realise that in your distracted state, you’ve possibly just let slip something that you shouldn’t have done.

“Shit.”

“Told me what?” Mapi asks again, her eyes widening in delight as she realises that she’s probably just uncovered more gossip that she intended to. “Have you two…? Oh, this is juicy!”

“Wait, what were you asking me about Alexia?” you ask confusedly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“I was gonna ask about the fact you’ve been staring at her with heart eyes all morning, but clearly I’ve missed something bigger than that.”

“It’s nothing,” you say, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole to save you the ordeal of having this conversation.

“Are you dating?” Mapi presses you. “Or just sleeping together?”

“Neither,” you answer honestly. “Look, I agreed with Alexia that we wouldn’t say anything to anybody else.”

“Okay, sorry,” Mapi apologises, though you can tell from her body language that she’s desperate to know the gossip. “I won’t push.”

The problem is that you’re also desperate to talk about it with somebody and you’ve basically already accidentally confessed to Mapi, which is why you last about five seconds of silence before spilling the rest.

“I met her five years ago in Ibiza,” you admit. “I had no idea who she was and we slept together once. She didn’t even remember me when I first started working here. But we’ve talked about it now and it’s cool.”

You wait for Mapi’s laughter, or her judgement, or some other overstated reaction to your current misfortune, but her actual response is much more measured than you expect.

“Okay, but my original point about the heart eyes stands,” she says. “You wouldn’t be looking at her like that if it was cool.”

“I’m not the first poor idiot to fall for Alexia and I won’t be the last.”

“You’re falling for her?” Mapi asks, her eyebrows shooting up.

“I don’t know,” you shrug defeatedly. “Maybe not. Maybe I just think I am.”

“You know what this means?”

“I’m a pathetic idiot?”

Mapi doesn’t let you embrace your self pity, instead she nudges you with her elbow and grins like this is something to celebrate.

“No, it means you deserve some congratulations,” she tells you. “You know, some people say you’re not an official part of this football club until you’re caught up in some lesbian drama. You managed it before your first day. That might be a new record.”

“That means a lot coming from the queen of complicated relationships with coworkers,” you joke back.

“It’s why you always should listen to me,” Mapi says, with a matter-of-fact shrug. “I’m an expert. And if you need me to put in a good word with Alexia, or talk some sense into her, just let me know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

———

The revelation that you might be catching feelings for Alexia is a weird one. It’s not particularly news, but until the conversation with Mapi you hadn’t wanted to admit that your affection for Alexia was anything more than coworkers-turned-friends. 

Talking to Mapi has both helped and made things more confusing. It’s definitely a relief to have talked about it and you didn’t realise how much bottling up a five year old secret had been bothering you. But now it’s out in the open, even if it’s just between you and Mapi, makes it harder to ignore. You thought you were happy just coasting along as Alexia’s friend, but now you feel like you need to make a decision - either draw a line under what happened and move forward without any flirtiness, or acknowledge your feelings and try to make a move.

If this was somebody you knew from anywhere else, you’d shoot your shot and accept the possible rejection. 

But Alexia isn’t just some random girl you can afford to mess things up with. And there’s more at stake than just your love life. It’s not like you can avoid her if she turns you down.

You’ve not explicitly talked about your personal lives since that first conversation where Alexia let you know that she remembered where you met before. For all you know, she might be dating somebody else. You’ve heard mentions of an ex who used to play for the team, but it sounds like that’s definitely in the past and while you haven’t heard that she’s seeing somebody else, you’re sure that somebody with Alexia’s high profile has no shortage of dating options.

In short, you have no idea what to do. The safest option seems to be to stay quiet and hope that whatever feelings you may or may not have for Alexia eventually fizzle out. 

But what if she feels the same? Would it not be worth taking the risk?

———

You’re alone in the media office, everyone else having gone for lunch, when you hear a knock on the door and glance up to see Alexia leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” she grins at you.

“Can I help you?” you ask, relaxing back in your chair.

“I’m just here to say hi,” Alexia answers with a shrug. “You get to watch me at work every day. I thought it was only fair that I do the same.”

“My work is a lot less watchable than yours,” you point out. 

Alexia enters the office and grabs one of the empty chairs, wheeling it towards your desk before she sits down in it.

“What are you doing?” she asks, peering at the screen of your computer.

“I’m editing those pictures we took for the club shop,” you explain. You glance across at Alexia with a mischievous grin and ask, “Do you think anybody would notice if I photoshopped your head onto Mapi’s body?”

“I’ve always wondered what I’d look like with a tattoo sleeve,” Alexia jokes back.

“I like the tattoos you’ve got,” you shrug. You point at the one on the inside of her left bicep, just visible beneath the sleeve of her t-shirt. “I think this one is my favourite.”

“Would you ever get a tattoo?” Alexia asks.

“How do you know I don’t already have one?” you quip back.

“I don’t remember you having any.”

Alexia raises her eyebrows and you blush, reminded of the fact that she has indeed seen all of you, even if her knowledge of your body is five years out of date.

You spin the office chair around and lift the hem of your top to expose the side of your ribcage to show off the tattoo you got a few months ago. It’s an outline of an old fashioned camera, mostly minimalist in design, with a few flowers surrounding it.

“It’s a cliche, I know, but I got it when I got the job here. It was my first full time photography job and I wanted to celebrate the occasion.”

“It’s beautiful,” Alexia tells you, leaning closer to examine the tattoo. 

It’s probably a HR violation to expose this much skin during work hours but you and Alexia are the only ones in the media office so you don’t really care.

Until there’s a noise behind you as one of your colleagues enters the room, and you let the hem of your top drop to cover up your tattoo again. You turn back to your computer, back to the pictures you were editing before Alexia showed up, at least wanting to make it look like you’re working.

“Anyway, I did have something to ask you,” Alexia continues. “What are you doing on Saturday night?”

You rack your brains. The girls don’t have a match this weekend and they’ve also been given a couple of days off from training, which means you’ve got a free weekend too.

“Saturday? Nothing yet, why?”

“What’s your dad doing on Saturday night?” Alexia asks a follow up question.

“My dad?” you ask, shooting Alexia a confused look.

“I’ve been given a box at Camp Nou for the men’s Clasico on Saturday,” Alexia explains. “A few of the girls are coming and of course you’re invited too, but you mentioned your dad was a big Barca fan. I thought maybe you’d like to bring him along too?”

You’re taken aback by Alexia’s generosity. That she wants to invite you is nice, but that she also remembers you telling her about your dad bringing you to matches at Camp Nou when you were a child and extends the invitation to him too is a gesture of kindness that only reinforces your affection for Alexia.

“I think he’d love that. Thank you. I’ll text him and let you know.”

You make a few final clicks with your mouse, adding the finishing touches to your rushed attempt at photoshop.

“Look,” you say, turning the computer screen to show Alexia your edit of her head onto Mapi’s body.

The photoshop job is messy, nowhere near the level of technical skill you can show with a bit more time, but with your only aim to pull a laugh from Alexia, you’re not fussed about cleaning up the sloppy edges or making it look professional.

And laugh is exactly what Alexia does. It takes her a few seconds to realise that you’ve followed through on your joke from earlier, but when she does, a burst of warm laughter erupts from her chest. 

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I love Mapi but that’s all wrong. It’s not even the tattoos, just the way she stands is different to me. It just looks weird.”

“Damn, I was convinced I’d just made you a new profile picture for social media,” you tease her.

“Can you send it to me?” Alexia asks with a grin. “I want to show Mapi. She’ll hate it.”

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #strictly unprofessional

[mushroommanstan]

Bullet Holes

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Shigaraki x nurse reader

Warnings: smut, handjob, noncon

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He itched at the bandages, exhausted by both physical and mental irritation. How many god damn times did he have to say he was fine? Ok, yes, he DID get shot in the chest twice. But they didn’t hit anything important so no harm no fowl!

He just doesn’t see why he needs a nurse for the league. Having one would send the message (to himself) that they’re planning to fail. No. No, he doesn’t need a doctor. He has kurogiri, he has bandages, and he has tweezers. That’s all he needs.

His bedroom door creaked, sending a burst of unwanted hallway light into his dark room, effectively burning his retinas. He blinked, growling at the intrusion and turning in his swivel chair to see who it was. His eyes took a couple of seconds to adapt, but when they did….

Holy mother of all that was holy.

You were GORGEOUS. The instant his eyes cleared up he sat up straight instinctively, something which he never does. His eyes widened farther than they had before, dry eyes burning and begging him to blink but he’d be damned if he stopped looking at you for even a nanosecond. He didn’t even know your name and yet you had this weird control over his body. He wasn’t complaining though.

You had both hands behind your back, wait for him to say something, maybe along the lines of “hi I’m Shigaraki” or “get the fuck out”. Anything other than the way he was looking at you…. Guess you’ll have to be the one to break the ice.

“Uhm…” you cleared your throat, averting your eyes from his intense stare meekly. “I-Im y/n”

“Y/n…” he muttered, lips barely moving as his expression remained unchanged. Creepy.

“Y-you must be Shigaraki Tomura?”

Y-you said his name!

As soon as his name left your mouth anime-style blood shot out of his nose.

“OH JESUS!” You yelled, rushing over with a towel trying to put pressure on the bleeding. Unfortunately in doing so he got a good view down your shirt and the blood flow increased.

It took a while, but eventually you were able to stop it, having to stick tissues up his nose that turned red almost instantly, matching the tomato-red blush that painted his face. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, relieved that was over, and began doing what you were supposed to do the whole time.

Checking for damages, cleaning wounds, bandaging bullet holes, that sort of thing. The whole time he said nothing, just breathed heavily as his eyes followed you and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.

Obviously you noticed his boner. You didn’t even need to look, it was clear from how he was acting he was at full mast. You did get a glance though, and from the looks of it, he’s already surpassing his Sensei in something. Good for him.

Anyways, after it was all done you leaned back from the now shirtless Shigaraki, hoping that he would just let you go in silence.

“W-wait!”

Ah, damn. You were already so close to the door too.

You forced a fake smile, exhausted and more than a little creeped out, more than ready for this to be over.

“Yeah?” You asked, failing to hide your annoyance and you cursed yourself for it. You were so distracted by his… libido, that you forgot that who you were working for was the most infamously unstable man in Japan. You held your breath slightly, hoping to god that his obvious lust for you would help him forgive your unprofessional tone.

“I… I also got shot… in the thigh.” He leaned back into his chair, cock visibly twitching as you stared at him in confusion. You mentally replayed what kurogiri told you, even checked the handwritten list of things to look for. But nowhere could you remember anything about leg injuries.

It was an obvious trick. But at the same time, you really couldn’t afford leaving a potential injury of his untreated. The possibility of him sexually harassing you was far better than facing the consequences of anything getting infected. He was AFO’s heir, after all.

You breathed out, mentally preparing yourself for whatever he was planning as you sulked over to him. A devilish smile creeped over his face, drool escaping a little bit down the sides as you got on your knees before him. You shuddered. You’ll just take a quick peek, and then you’ll forget this ever happened.

You pulled his pant legs up, gently turning and feeling them with your fingers as they flexed from your touch. His leg hairs stood on end as your finger brushed over them, and you almost felt bad from the way his body was projecting his inexperience of contact. But one glance upwards at his facial expression removed all sympathy.

“H-higher. I got shot higher up.”

You mentally sighed, eyebrows scrunching together as you looked down in defeat. Your hands raised and pulled down his pants, his hips lifting slightly to help you. Thankfully, the boxers he was wearing were pretty short, so you could just look at the muscles without taking them off.

…..Huh

Well what do you know. There actually WAS a bullet hole. Damn, now you actually kind of feel bad for assu-

Two hands grabbed the back of your head yanked you towards him, effectively smushing your face against his crotch. He bucked his hips against your face, strong hands effectively keeping you trapped as you desperately squirmed beneath him.

He sympathetically shushed you between his whimpers, your nose being harshly ground into his sack as your muffled screams filled the air.

“S-shhh! I kn-ngaaah~ I know, I-I know, just… fuck… just a-ahh! Hold s-still!” He groaned, one hand leaving your head to dust his boxers and free his dick against your face. Thankfully his retraction of one hand allowed your head to squirm out of his grasp, you immediately falling backwards as you wiped the drool from your face.

You’d expect him to look frustrated or murder-y, but instead he looked at you… amused. Maybe a little impatient, but like a cat losing hold of a mouse in a small box. Like there was no where to escape to even when out of his grasp.

He moaned in pain dramatically, grasping his leg as he writhed in pain.

“Ugh… it really hurts… why won’t you treat it? It’s gonna get infected!”

What?!

“Huff… would be a shame if you left knowing I was still in pain. I would hate to think what would happen to you if you left the job… incomplete.” The last word rolled off his tongue, a suggestive purr that made bile rise up the back of your throat.

That unbelievable bastard!…he-he wouldnt!

“I can’t treat you while you’re…. molesting me.” You respond, trying to reason with an already full cup. His erection visibly twitched.

“Mmmm…. That’s a shame… guess you’re gonna have to take care of this first.”

You gulped, contractually backed into a corner. You run different scenarios in your head, none of them good. You didn’t have a choice and he knew it.

Begrudgingly, you made your way back to him on your hands and knees. He cackled darkly, his length visibly throbbing when your shaky hands planted themselves onto his knees. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. Despite the consequences, you knew that if you saw the surely cocky face he was sporting you’d no doubt try to cave it in.

You took a deep breath, hand reluctantly raising to his length. As soon as your fingers ghosted over his shaft, he let out a lewd moan that reverberated around the room. Sensitive.

His pre-cum trickled over your fingers as they formed a loose fist, trying to jerk him off with the least amount of contact possible. He groaned at the contact, even with just the bare minimum of touches he could already feel himself becoming undone. To think, someone as stunningly beautiful as you would be touching him like you are right now, it’s shocking to say the least.

Oh god, what did he ever do to deserve this? Tell him so he could do it again.

His own firm grip formed over yours, forcing the rest of your hand to press into his junk. He mewled, using your hand as a soft barrier against his rough skin as he jerked off with it. You were nothing more than a toy right now, but frankly, you were just glad he was satisfying himself without the use of any of your holes.

His fingers ghosted over yours, puppeteering them and forcing them to squeeze at this tip on the upstrokes. His legs bounced and jerked in stimulation, almost throwing you off balance from time to time as one arm still rested on his knee for support. His grip on your hand kept you in place. You could feel cool drops of liquid land on your forehead and elbows, and you almost wanted to die when you realized he was drooling on you.

Like counting during a storm, you knew he was getting close based on his twitches getting closer together.

A part of you was relieved, very relieved, that it was almost over. In a couple of seconds you’d be able to finish up, go home, take a hot bath and forget all about this.

Another part of you was terrified because currently, his tip was angled towards you. If he didn’t by some miracle change the position of his cock then your face would take his full load.

Surprise surprise, he didn’t. His cock exploded against your face with a loud moan. Both his hands rising to smoosh your face into his package once more as it shot out his jizz like a fountain.

To say there was a lot would be an understatement.

It seemed like this guy basically never jerks off. He was back up to hell, a seemingly unending line of cum painting your face as he humped it vigorously.

In the back of your mind, you had realized that this is why he was so sensitive when you unwillingly touched him. His whole body must have been screaming for release. You almost felt bad for him as his behavior towards you started to make sense. It wasn’t enough to make you forgive him though.

Especially not when he’s still humping your face like an animal and drizzling your hair with his white release.

When he finally finished he sagged back, panting like he had just surfaced from the sea of lust he had nearly drowned in. Your face and hair was completely soaked in his backed up release, and you needed to wipe some of it from your eyes before you could stand to look up at him.

Now that he lied boneless before you, you figured you would finally be able to fix him up and leave. Hah, you were so naive.

A strong hand gripped your shaky wrists, the scalpel once between your fingers clattering to the floor in surprise. No… no! That’s impossible! There was no way he could recover from an orgasm that intense so quickly!

But there before you, was his cock, at full mast like nothing even happened. All your work in pleasing him going to waste, leaving you filled with the dread of having to start all over.

“Hah… don’t think I’m finished… hah… now this time, I want you to use your mouth.”

This was gonna be a long, long night.

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OK SO, I gotta apologize to @prettylittlebunnys because you/they sent in an ask and I did this whole fic before rereading the ask and realizing this wasn’t what you wanted.

I put effort into this so I’m gonna post this one anyways, BUT I wanna say I’m sorry and that even though I know it’s taking a butt-load of time, I will write your ask.

Please be patient it’s coming I promise

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[b4tasquad]

DISTRACTION: AJ SHABEEL

Authors note: i just had to I’m sorry😭 also wrote this at night in one sitting, if there are typos/ grammatical errors, I’m really sorry.

Warnings: most of it is smut ( 18+) minors dni

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Aj’s days were always a new adventure. There was always something new to do regarding work, and there was never a dull task he was completing. To many, a man in his mid-twenties working such an uncertain job was crazy. There was always judgement for his way of life, but the man was genuinely never bothered by it.

He was content, and that was all that mattered. Coming home that day, a grin on his face at the video he knew was going to be well liked, he felt as if there was nothing that could knock him off his high horse.

The second Aj’s eyes had landed on you though, he knew something had happened. From the way you looked so unenthusiastic to the furrow between your eyebrows. You were burdened by something, and God forbid your boyfriend let it brother you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

At the arrival of your boyfriend, you pout slightly, just wishing to be in his arms. As if reading your mind, Aj’s arms open and welcome you into his embrace. Eagerly you get off the couch and leap into his awaiting arms, every single worry fading away as his cologne overtakes your senses.

There are nothing you can use to express the feeling of being in his arms other than coming home. He carries a sense of protection with him that you’ve became so used to.

After finally feeling like you could speak without breaking down in tear, you pull away from his chest. “My boss screamed at me.” Aj nods, hands coming to cup your cheek as he makes sure to let you know he’s listening. “Told me I was being unprofessional for something that wasn’t even my fault!”

“What a bitch.”

You’d usually scold your boyfriend for his lack of respect, but right now you couldn’t find it in you to do so. She had humiliated you in such a public standard, leaving you to actually look unprofessional. It was no lie that you let many walk over you, it was a bad habit. But even this was something you refused to accept.

“I’m not mad.” You sigh, leading him to your shared room. He takes a seat on the bed, pulling you to sit sideways on his lap. “I just feel stupid. She made me feel stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” He kisses your cheek affectionately. “You’re the smartest person I know, baby. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”

At his words, a little feeling of hopefulness fills your deflated mood. “You really mean that?”

“Course’ I do.” Aj speaks with such certainty, it makes your legs shake. Under the faint lighting the two of you have in the room, his features light up, illuminating his beauty perfectly. He was beautiful inside out, and you loved it.

You lean his head an inch back before capturing his soft lips in the slowest, most meaningful kiss. What had been a show of gratitude turned more heated as Aj placed his palms on each side of your hips and placed you on his lap properly. Your arms find a secure spot around hi shoulders, hands inching him closer by a push at the back of his head.

The two of you work in sync, your bodies moving in one to full-fill your desires. It doesn’t matter how many months you’ve dated, or the amount of times you had already been in this position; Aj explored your body like he’d never seen it before. Every caress with the intent of getting to know your body inside out.

Even with your love for this steady and secure pace, you needed a relief right know. The incident at work was still running through your mind, and all you wanted was to: forget forget forget.

At your shift in the make out, Aj gazes up at you, and there’s nothing that can prepare him for the next words you utter. “Fuck me dumb.”

He stiffens, body failing him as thousands of thoughts speed through his troubled mind. Aj’s sat still, eyes on the wall behind you in shock. You take his silence as your cue to continue. Rocking your body slightly forward, and leaning into his hear you kiss the skin. “Please Aj, make me forget.”

While the man might not listen anywhere else, here he’s obedient and instantly flips you over. You lay with your back pressed up against the soft mattress, while Aj’s diving into your body, kissing, licking and sucking like it was his only goal in life.

His mouth works wonders, and his touch haven’t even moved down from your upper body before you start to let out sinful noises. It seems to fuel his eagerness, because in seconds, he’s pulling down your sleep attire, finger hooking around your underwear.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” His question is one he knows the answer to. The only reason he’s ‘asking’ is so you verbally tell him how much you need him. At your breathy mumbles, Aj teasingly kisses your clothed core. “I guess not.”

The speed in wich you’ve pulled him back from leaving you unattended is actually abnormal, and even Aj has to chuckle a little at how impatient you’re being. “Please.”

The please is all Aj needs to hear, because the second it leaves your lips, he’s nose in between your legs, lips and tongue working in unison to take you there.

His perfect laps and sucking are affecting you in ways nothing else can, and by the time he licks a clean swipe up your slit, you can already feel the temperature rising to unbearable heat.

You’re thankful for Aj’s beautiful hair, because with his long curls you’re able to guide him, pulling in the direction you needed him the most. Like a starved man, he eats you out, eyes blown open wide and breath hot against your core.

“Aj.”

The moans you’re letting out makes him struggle to continue, the dent in his pants becoming too hard to bear. “Come on.” He encourages, not for a second stopping his action of licking you dry. “You’re almost there.”

And there’s no lie in that, because the second the words leave his mouth your legs starts to quiver around his head, head leaning back and eyes shutting. Your high washes over you, providing you a feel of euphoria as your boyfriend works you through it.

You’re not completely recovered when he pulls away, lips crashing against yours in a dizzying meeting. It takes you great strength to move your lips against his, but his hand against your jaw makes it easier and you kiss him back just as roughly.

Faintly, you can make out Aj unzipping his pants, letting his hard bulge become visible. Even in your hazy state, you know exactly where this is going.

“I don’t know if I can, Aj.”

At your words he just nods, as if he’s certain. Leaning over you he trails kisses across your face. “You’ll try though?” He asks, obviously expecting a certain answer. “My good girl. You’ll take it, right?”

Your answer comes out in broken moans and half nods. That’s all your boyfriend needs because without warning he smoothly glides in, your drenched core welcoming him like always.

A painful whimper leaves your open mouth at the impact, and Aj kisses your neck repeatedly. “You’re doing great, baby.” You focus on his words, finding it was much easier than centering upon the pain. “I’m gonna move, okay?”

When given the signal, Aj freely moves, his experienced strokes pleasuring you in a way you found hard to understand. With every snap of his hips, sound from his mouth, and movement of his fingers around your throat, you find yourself falling more and more into the sexual satisfaction.

Your dispute with your boss was long forgotten as Aj’s name was the only thing on your mind. Someone could ask you something as simple as your birthday and you’re sure the answer would be too far away to get it.

Getting lost in the feeling of him filling you up, you close your eyes. “Eyes on me.” Aj reminds you.

The last strokes before your orgasm were a blur because the pleasure becoming too much is the only thing you can focused on. “I’m-“

“I know.” Your boyfriend kisses your lips. “Go ahead, baby.”

His words made the awfully tight knot in the lower part of your stomach snap, leaving you a loud mess. Aj talks you through it while riding out your orgasm. Coming undone for the second time feels even more amazing than the first time because you’re so out of it. You have no idea where Aj finishes or when he gets up to go to the bathroom, but when he comes back with a damp wash cloth in his hands there’s no question.

He was the best distraction ever.

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[grippingbeskar]

Congrats on 2k!!!

Was hoping you could do obi-wan with a mix of 🥂5 and 🥂7?

—omg thank you so much for this one!! it inspired me a lot BCCCCCC

this could be read as a little 1.5 part of a welcomed distraction & an unsurprising development. you can read it between part one and two for a little extra SPICE to ur reading experience. also i didn’t edit this super close so forgive any spelling mistakes 😭

dedicating this to @kyberblade !! ty for always being lovely and sending me the best spicy fics. and for telling me to write this bc my obi-wan fics would crash and burn w/o u 😭❤️

— prompts:

🥂5. shh. there are other people in the room.

🥂7. we have to make this quick.

“Yes, that’s exactly the problem! There’d be way too much movement at once, and the kids need stability. You can’t just change up their schedule like th— Obi-Wan, can you come here for a second?” You call out, and he takes any chance to get away from the mind-numbing conversation he was currently trying to phase out, nodding at the councillors and taking the few steps backward to come next to you.

“Have you spoken to Master Kloon about the extension of the arena in the East wing?” You go to put your hand on his arm, but the builder you were talking with is staring too intently, and you lose your nerve. “Without it, the kids would have to go back to the old building on Coruscant halfway through their second semester. It’s too much moving.”

“I’ve already sent the message, but he’s off world until next week.” He says in his most calming voice, but you are too strung out for him to have any effect. Here, he is powerless to help you. With all these people around, at least.

“Okay. Okay— that’s fine, we’ll just have to delay the building in the East all together—“

“But then where will we start?” The man in front of you asks, and you take a deep breath in before answering.

“The… you can start the—“

“We have five hundred guys out there. We need to start something today.” Obi-Wan goes to say something, but you speak before he gets the chance.

“Yes. I know that, which is why you can all start the removal of the old common room. There’s tonnes of old furniture to be lifted out, and we need to break the walls down before we can start the conversion. That should last you until next week?” The builder doesn’t have anything to say— it’s a bad job, one that he had clearly hoped to avoid by coming a week early, but he just stands back, bows, and once his back is turned, you finally let out a frustrated sigh.

“You handled it well.” He wants to reach out, do something; anything instead of just standing here like he’s just another person in the crowd to you. But he’s not. He knows if he can just have you alone for more than three seconds—

“Your Highness? We need to discuss the blueprint plans for the East Wing.” Your eyes find his, and it takes everything in him not to throw you over his shoulder and run you out of here.

Ever since the council had chosen your planet to be the next home for a new Jedi academy, he hadn’t gotten a second of your time. Even when you managed to sneak away in the middle of the night, the two of you were both so exhausted that you could hardly manage more than a few stolen kisses goodnight before you fell asleep. Not that he didn’t savour every second your skin was next to his, something he was constantly in search of during the day and never able to obtain— but he needed you. And he knows you need him too.

He turns, catching you on the arm. Your eyes are wide when you turn back to him, not shock or concern, but just curiosity. Almost like you were challenging him— questioning how the hell he was going to get you out of this one. He hadn’t really had any ideas, just the thought of letting you go, not seeing you or touching you for days was making him irrational. So, he does the most unprofessional thing he thinks he’s done in a long while.

“I was speaking first, Your Highness.” You turn your back to the group of people, all murmuring to each other, so they can’t see how your eyebrows raise and the giant grin on your face.

“Oh?” Despite your smile, your tone remains completely regal and composed. “You think you are a more worthy use of my time then the other forty men waiting for me?”

He knows it’s on purpose. It’s true— there is a giant group of men waiting for your attention, but it’s the way you say it. That secret smile on your face, and the way you nearly purr the words at him.

“I know I am.” You scoff, and that is entirely real— no royal tone about it.

“Perhaps I need to speak to you in private, Master Kenobi, so you can learn how to better speak to your allies.” Instead of replying, he takes a step to the side, allowing you to lead him out of the room.

The rest of the people behind you look slightly scared for him, but as soon as he turns the corner, your hand shoots out from a doorway, yanking him inside. When he gets his bearings, he realises you’ve pulled him into the supply closet— random items shoved on shelves surrounding you. He very quickly loses interest, because then you pull him again, your face shrouded in the dim light, but he knows exactly where you are once you lean forward to kiss him.

His whole body relaxes as your hands thread through his hair, and the sound of your soft moans as he presses into you is music to his ears. He holds you by your hips and lifts you up, sitting you on the desk behind. It would of made him blush— how quickly you open your legs for him and pull him against you, but he’s too needy, too much time as been wasted for even the slightest hint of modesty.

“Let me—“ Obi-Wan starts, but you shake your head and kiss him again. In truth, he wanted to jam this door closed and keep you here for the rest of the week. It was the first real time he’d gotten with you in what was— he couldn’t think right now, but he wanted to make up for lost time. He could feel you against him, warm and needy and wanting and all he could think of was dropping to his knees in front of you.

“No time. Please… I need you to fuck me. Now.” Your hands fist tighter in his hair, kissing down his neck and as much as he wants to take his time, relieve all your stress from the inside out, he knows you’re pressed for time, and he could never say no to you. “We have to make this quick.”

With your legs spread open for him, he can’t help but slip his hand between your bodies, swallowing your soft moans when he slowly circles your clit over the fabric of your underwear.

“Always so needy for me.” You whimper as your forehead falls to the crook of his neck. “So perfect. I missed you— I…”

“Fuck, I know. I’m s-sorry I just… fuck, please. Tonight. You have to come and find me tonight.” He was already nodding, his mind filling with all the possibilities. “Please, Obi-Wan.”

“Shh. There are people in the other room. You don’t want them to find you like this, do you?” He pulls your underwear to the side and lines himself up with you, running the tip of himself over your clit making you bite down on your bottom lip. “Imagine their faces— Your Royal Highness, spread out for her council member so desperately.”

“Obi-Wan…” You sigh and he doesn’t waste another moment, slowly sliding himself into your heat, delighting in the relieved sound you sing into his ear. “Oh fuck…”

“You okay, my love?” You hum into his neck, nodding as your hips roll to meet the movement of his.

Every thrust has him seeing stars behind closed eyes, and the way he can tell you are trying to keep yourself quiet only drives him to fuck you a little harder. It’s a mean thought, the more deranged part of him that only you seem to awaken makes him want the others outside to hear you.

He wants them to know how good you are, how you are so strong and smart and break so easily for him. He can’t take his eyes off the way he can see the frustration of your conversations melt away, and you let yourself completely fall apart with him.

“Close— fuck, don’t stop.” You whimper and tighten around him. Items fall off the shelves around you but neither of you care enough to stop, and even Obi-Wan can’t contain the sounds he makes as he feel you cum around him. The feeling breaks him, too, and both of you move out of sync to ride out your rushed orgasms together, the room full of hot air and pleasure.

“Fuck, baby.” Obi-Wan kisses your collarbone, then your neck, and finally finds the energy to kiss your lips, tasting sweetness like he’s never had. It was always like that, kissing you. You were unlike anything he could remember— not even the Outer Rim had anything that tasted as good as you.

“I missed you so much.” You begin to catch your breath, and he helps you off the shelf, taking his time in letting the fabric of your dress drop. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, I just needed you so bad and that guy was driving me up the wall and… fuck. I missed you.”

“I’m happy to have been useful, Your Highness. I am ready to serve in any way. At any time.” Your smile nearly lights up the room, and he puts his hands on your hips, slowly drawing you towards the door. He kisses you on the top of your nose, and even after everything you just did, the gesture makes you blush.

“Can’t we just stay in here?” You press your forehead to his, and both of you sigh, knowing you wish you could.

“I wish we could.” He flicks the lock on the door, and you groan, kissing him for a final time before leaning to whisper in your ear.

“You better come find me tonight. I have a whole list of ways you can be useful.” His eyes widen when the light of outside floods the storage room, and it takes him several moments to collect his thoughts before he can find his legs and walk out to follow you.

He watches you from across the room as you return to your conversations, breezing through them with a new found sense of calm that he claims reason for, and begins to count the long hours before he can have you in his arms again.

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[fangirlingfromdownunder]

22nd Day of Christmas

Lonely Christmas Invite

Summary/Prompt: The reader is set to spend Christmas alone in an unfamiliar city until they get an unexpected invitation

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: implied smut

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You’re the new guest star, playing a recurring role as an angel trying to con the Winchester brothers, on the newest season of Supernatural. You’re loving everything about the role, except that Christmas is fast approaching and you’re miles from your family. This is your first big, international role. There was no way you could turn it down, even if it meant you would be stranded in Canada, on the other side of the world from your family at Christmas. So, you jumped on the plane and never looked back.

You’re grateful that all the cast and crew are so friendly and welcoming, especially the sexy lead. You and Jensen have been working together closely since day one as his character has been the main focus of your character. But you also started hanging out a little more unprofessionally offset. You never meant for it to happen, but you’re glad it did. It all started with a few welcome-to-the-cast drinks, but once everyone else went home for the night you somehow ended up back at his apartment and in his bed. You both swore that no one could know. You’re not overly proud to say (despite how amazing it’s been) that you’ve spent more than a few nights in his apartment throughout the season. You always remind yourself that it’s just a fling, but either way, it’s a great distraction from the loneliness.

After a long, draining day of filming, Bob Singer finally calls cut. You stretch out your tired limbs and stow your character as you head back to your trailer to change and clean off your SFX makeup. Shortly after you’re back to your own attire and feel clean again instead of stiff and sticky from the fake blood, you hear a soft knock.

“Come in!” you call out.

You hear the trailer door creak open and Jensen slips inside. “Any plans tonight, Sexy?”

You hush him as you pull him into a hug. “You can’t say that here. We’ll get in trouble for being unprofessional. I’m only a guest star they can write me out whenever they want.”

“Jared married a guest star. It’s different here, that’s what I keep telling you. We could go fully official and no one would complain.”

“Still…You’re the lead, you’ll be fine. The show can’t go on without you, but me…No one would notice if I was gone.”

“I would.”

“Yeah, you’d miss the mindblowing sex.”

“That I would. But I’d also just miss you. But speaking of mindblowing sex…”

“You’re unbelievable. I’ll meet you back at your place in an hour?”

“I was actually thinking we could get dinner first? Let me take you on a proper date, please.”

“Not yet. I want to establish myself first. I don’t want people to think I’m just sleeping with you to get famous or anything. I want to get on the front of a magazine for who I am, not who I’m sleeping with.”

“Fine. Let me at least cook for you then.”

“That I can do. I’ll meet you over there.”

“Good.” He kisses you quickly before pulling away and sneaking out of your trailer.

You take a deep breath as you lean against the closed door. You wait a while before you pack up and head home. You shower quickly and change into a comfy outfit, you also pack a quick overnight bag since you figure you won’t be coming home tonight. You then head over to his apartment. Your stomach growls on the drive over and you couldn’t be more thankful that he’s cooking.

You knock on his door and wait. After a few minutes he opens the door. “Hey…” he looks you up and down with a small frown. You notice he’s dressed in a nice button up and jeans with his hair brushed back. “Well, I feel overdressed…”

“Sorry, I didn’t…I thought I was coming over for a relaxed meal and hot sex, not a formal date.”

He nods but can’t hide his disappointment. “Right. Uh, yeah. Yep. Uh, come in.”

“I can go home and change again…”

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Come in. It’s okay. Dinner’s almost ready.” He disappears into the kitchen and you’re riddled with guilt.

“I’ll be right back, I just left my phone in the car,” you call out as you open his front door again. You desperately hope you left a dress in the car from one of your other sleepovers where you’ve gone straight to set after. You check your back seats and then the trunk. In an old shopping bag you find a simple black dress and a pair of heels. Sure he’s probably seen and stripped you out of this dress before and this time you unfortunately won’t have matching sexy lingerie underneath but it’ll have to do. You take the bag upstairs to his apartment and slip inside and into his bathroom as quietly as possible. You strip out of your sweater and jeans and into the black dress and heels. Then you let your hair out and run your hands through it a few times to liven it up. You’re still missing the makeup but you think you did well considering.

You come out just as Jensen is finishing to set the table. When he turns around he checks you out. “How did you?”

“A woman is always prepared. This better?”

“I’d take you however you come, but yes it does feel more like a date now. But I need to know before this goes too much further, because I’m falling too hard and too fast…Is this just meaningless sex to you?”

“I thought it was,” you say. “But now I’m not so sure. Things are moving faster and differently than I expected. I just don’t know. You’ll be going home to visit your family soon and I’ll just be waiting until the next callback or audition.”

“How about we start with dinner and just keep seeing where this goes then? No pressure, no labels. Just fun and following the tide.”

“I like the sound of that. Thank you.”

“Come on, it’ll go cold.” You both sit down and share the delicious home cooked meal.

As you’re eating Jensen says, “I haven’t decided by the way…”

“Have decided what?”

“Whether I’m going home for Christmas. My parents are traveling, enjoying their golden years and my siblings are doing their own thing. I’m on my own for Christmas too.” You nod as you take another bite considering what he said. “Would you like to spend Christmas with me Y/N? We can hang out here or I can take you to see Texas. You said you haven’t seen much of the USA yet.”

“But the paparazzi…”

“We don’t have to leave this apartment if you don’t want to.”

“Go with the flow, remember. You make your own plans and I’ll fit in where I can. You shouldn’t have to hide inside because of my fears.”

“Just come over for Christmas dinner then. The rest we can work out as it comes, but let me have that to plan.”

“Alright. You’d better make it delicious then.”

“Did I let you down tonight?”

“Not at all. This is delicious. You’re an amazing cook.”

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to let you down.”

After dinner you help him with the dishes and then you both sit on the couch and watch some trash reality TV until your eyelids grow heavy. But instead of falling into bed with him, you insist on driving home.

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[lake-archive]

Chapter 2 - The Dance

AO3 Link

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters (main): Eula Lawrence, Ann von Lupus (OC)

Series: They Say I Shouldn't, But...

Pairing: Eulann (Eula/Ann)

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It had been out of nowhere, just when Ann had decided to take a walk around Mondstadt. It was rare for them to do so. Honestly, they were just forcing themself to take a break. They couldn’t stay inside their home and write all day and night long. It would be a dream coming true, if they could just live like that all the time. But alas, life was not so simple nor so kind. If they didn’t push themself to take a break here and there, who knows where it might lead to. Plus otherwise they would just constantly get nagged at in the several letters. ‘Take a break Sis! Your stories are running nowhere!’ Perhaps there was a point to be made here. Usually they would not be too fond of breaks though, always wondering what to do instead of writing or anything related to it. What do people do other than that? It was something They were secretly wondering about sometimes… That was until this day. Then again, maybe it had also been a reaction because they were somewhat mesmerized by the sight.

The brunette had wandered a bit away from town. They had honestly not even noticed until the wind had almost blown off their small hat, going through their hair. It had been a little stronger than usual, then they were used to. It forced them to wake up and look around, spotting the grass as well as a lake nearby. The rays of the sun were bright, bright enough for the lake to sparkle. With the remaining breeze from the strong wind earlier it was already a sight of its own, one the young person couldn’t help but admire… For only a short moment. Because they had been distracted shortly after, another sight captivated them. The moment they had laid their eyes upon it… Or rather, her.

The image was very different from what Ann had been used to, let alone what they usually imagined. An ice cold lady who will put you into place, always having a stern expression on her face… Not afraid to raise her voice at any moment, no matter who you are, and carrying herself with the necessary pride. Though to the point where she can come off as arrogant, to say the least. There is a reason that people send her off after all, Ann would not argue about that. But at this moment… She didn’t come off like that. For a moment they had even questioned if it was actually Eula Lawrence or if it had been a secret twin of hers the public did not know about. But that guess was absurd. It had to be Eula. It just had to be.

The way she was moving, how she was presenting herself… As if on a stage. They had no idea what dance it was but given the movements of her feet and arms they knew that it had to be some sort of dance. They were honestly not too accustomed with all of Mondstadt’s traditions, at least ancient ones, so they could not recognize it. But it did not matter. The way she was moving, holding a rhythm despite there being no sound of music. Maybe she was just playing it in her head. It was elegant, perhaps more than they would think. Sure, she was a noble woman but given her harsh words this was honestly a little unexpected. It was captivating, one move after the other. She presented it with so much confidence. Even if there was no audience, or one she may not have been aware of, each step just fit. It was… Perfect, dare they say? Well, to their unprofessional eye at least. Maybe a professional would think differently about it. 

It was like a spell – Ann had fallen target to it. They were in a trance, literally, having eyes for nothing else but the young woman right then and there. A different side yet a side they admired in mere seconds all the same. They just couldn’t look away. It was impossible, literally. So very impossible. Everything else seemed blurry. Only Eula had been in clear view. It was easy to get lost in this sight. And yet, all the same they were asking themself… Was this really her? Was this really the Spindrift Knight they got to see a few times? It seemed too good to be true. Catching her at a moment like this… Honestly, they could watch for hours and their words would still not be enough to describe— 

“Hey! What are you doing here!?” And yet, one sentence was enough to rip Ann out of their own thoughts, literally. When they had noticed they were startled, enough that they jumped on the spot for a moment, having been more than startled. Their dreamed gaze was gone and they had been brought back to reality… Though they honestly would have rather been not brought back to it. Because the two had been coming face to face, to the point the face of the female was right in their face. 

It had been Eula, of course it had to be her. Her face was so close, her gaze ready to pierce through the young person. The words were stuck in their mouth, unable to get out a word. It was nothing but nonsensical stutter. “I… Uhm… I… Well…” was the most they could say. Ah, coming face to face with her of all people! Never had they ever thought they would. And it was too much, as they had thought! Facing a woman like her after all… 

“I have asked you a question!” She continued regardless, her voice not calming down. In fact, her gaze became sharper. May as well stab them with her claymore while at it.

And yet, all it did was make their legs wobble, wanting to turn into a puddle or become one with the ground. “I… Passed by…” They managed to force it out of their mouth, even if extremely slowly. It took more courage than thought to even get out a peep, literally. No, they can’t handle this! They had to get out of here! 

Even worse when they felt that Eula’s gaze was scanning their entire body – Their gaze wandering around and their posture. And she would most likely not be pleased. Actually, she made it known. “Look at me while you’re speaking and repeat your words!” She demanded. “Hold eye contact while speaking to someone! Do you have any idea who you are—”

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave you alone!” It shot out of Ann’s mouth, out of literal nowhere. They couldn’t handle it – The pressure as well as the young knight’s presence. It was just too much, way too much. So, before they could hear any other word they quickly turned around, running off without a warning. At most they heard a ‘Hey! Get back here!’ from the mouth of the woman but it was too late. Ann had decided to flee the scene. 

Yeah, this was too embarrassing! They could never! Watching from afar was already too much but face to face!? No way! This was too much on them! It was impossible for them to get closer to her! Impossible! Literally impossible!

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[juanarc-thethird]

Juan Arcos: The Capricious Cookie Caper. Ruby had awoken from her soporific slumber (1pm cookie and milk nap) to find her stash of wake-me-up cookies have been surreptitiously stolen! Who could do such a deviously dasterdly deed?! (it was a sleep-eating Ruby, not that she or any of the detectives were capable of figuring that out.)

Juan Arcos: The Capricious Cookie Caper.

Inside Ruby's room was a small group of police officers checking every hole in the room. In one of the corners Ruby was sitting on a chair with a blanket covering her from the cold. Juan Arcos and her team approach her.

Juan: Excuse me señorita (miss), can you please tell us what happened?

Ruby: Jaune?

Juan: You are wrong señorita. My name is Juan Arcos, Detective Privado (Private Detective).

Neptune: Where does that music come from?!

Sun: *Looking around* Don't you think it's too much to have the police here?

Ruby: Well, I was eating my cookies with a glass of milk, until I started to feel very sleepy. So I put the remaining cookies in a bag near my bed and went to wash my face and hands. I don't like to sleep with crumbs. Then I lay down on my bed and fell asleep. Then when I woke up, my cookie bag was empty!

Neptune: Knowing you, you ate them while you were asleep.

Sun: Yeah, I also agree with that.

Ruby: I did not!

Juan: Señorita por favor cálmese (Miss please calm down). At what time did you go to sleep? And do you remember what time you woke up?

Ruby: Around 1 pm I think, and I wake up at 2:20 pm.

Juan: Sun, what time is it?

Sun: Right now it's 3pm.

Juan: Gracias (Thank you), and the police arrived at 2:35pm. Ruby, who else has access to this room?

Ruby: Just my team.

Juan: Interesante (Interesting). Let me check out the crime scene and get back to you in a minute.

Neptune: This is stupid. It is clear that she ate them.

The Detective checks each part of the scene and begins to deduce what happened.

Juan: (Weiss couldn't have been, she takes great care of her figure and hardly ever eats cookies. Yang, she can't be either. She loves her little sister and would not eat something so precious to ruby. Neither does Blake, she doesn't like sweets, only salty things. But maybe...)

The detective checks Ruby's bed. Everything looks normal until he puts his hand on the sheet. When you put your hand to move between the sheets and feel something like help but very small. He takes out his magnifying glass and sees clearly that it was a crumb. But not just any crumb, it was a cookie crumb.

Juan: *Quietly* Interesante (Interesting).

He returns to Ruby and questions her.

Juan: Can I see your hand for a moment, por favor (please)?

Ruby: Ok.

She shows him her hand and Juan takes it gently. He takes the magnifying glass from her and sees that the same crumb is found in Ruby's eyes. He smiles.

Juan: I know what happened.

Ruby: You know who did it?!

Juan: Si (Yes), it was unexpected, but I figured it out. The culprit is you, señorita (miss)!

Ruby: Me?!!

Juan: Si Usted (Yes you). When checking the crime scene I began to think "who could have committed such a crime?", but no one came to mind. So I went over the area where it all happened. You said you washed your face and hands because you don't like to sleep with crumbs, but when I touch your bed, it was full of them. But that wasn't enough to blame you. So I asked for your hand, and when I inspected it I realized that you had the same crumbs on your fingernails. In conclusion, you Ruby Rose, you ate your cookies in your sleep.

Ruby: Oh my God! You're right! I was wondering why my mouth tasted like cookies when I woke up. You are good.

Neptune: *Upset* What?! That's what I said from the beginning!

Ruby: It's not nice to take credit for other people's work, Neptune. How unprofessional.

Neptune: Excuse me?!

Juan: Forgive him, he's still learning this trade.

Neptune: I have more time than you in this job! Sun tell them. Didn't I say that she ate the cookies?!

Sun: *Distracted* You said what?

Juan puts his hand on Neptune's shoulder.

Juan: Don't worry, maybe next time you'll solve the case. Vámonos muchachos (Let's go boys).

Juan, Sun, and the rest of the police start to leave the room.

Neptune: I solved the case! Not you! Did you hear me! I'm the detective here! I will show you how a real detective works!

Ruby: That's great and all, but can you leave my room, please. Besides, he's already gone.

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Another Case Closed by the incredible Detective Juan Arcos.

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[watermelonsloth]

Warmth

CW: Mentions of sex and alcohol, rare pair (Itachi x Hidan)

Itachi didn’t believe that he was a genius like everyone said. How could he when he’d done something as stupid as get drunk and have sex with Hidan? 

Pain had paired the two of them up for reasons still unknown to Itachi. Maybe it was because he thought Itachi’s paralysis genjutsu was a good match for Hidan’s skill set. Maybe he thought Itachi could better reign in and control Hidan. If the latter was the case, then Pain had apparently been mistaken because Hidan somehow had the same ability to weaken his ability to make decisions like Shisui had. Itachi started the night agreeing to take one celebratory shot after a successful mission and ended the night drunker than he’d ever been in his life and sleeping with Hidan. He couldn’t reasonably explain what exactly happened in between. 

He had unsurprisingly woken up before the other, even if he had slept in until sunrise. It was weird how well he slept. Ever since the massacre, Itachi had been an insomniac and was lucky to get over two hours of sleep. Sleeping in wasn’t something he did, even when he wanted to. He blamed it on the alcohol and physical exertion. 

Now that he was awake and unable to fall back asleep—whether that was due to his insomnia or pounding headache was anyone’s guess—he was watching Hidan sleep. Usually, he would’ve been panicking after doing something so stupid. He would’ve been worrying about how he potentially compromised his mission or how he acted unprofessionally or his actions being a potential indication that the stress of his mission was finally getting to him. Instead, his mind was hazy and he simply watched the other sleep.

Hidan was a surprisingly sound sleeper. If Itachi would’ve been made to guess before, he would’ve assumed the other snored in his sleep. What surprised him more than the other’s silence, however, was just how relaxed he was. It was uncanny how calm he looked. Itachi may not have known him well, but he did know him to be loud and abrasive at meetings. His unfamiliarity was only furthered by how vulnerable he was. Even if Itachi ignored how the other was still naked, he couldn’t ignore how his body was slumped over in deep sleep. Shinobi, especially rogue ninja at the level of the Akatsuki, never let themselves relax into a deep sleep, even if they were exhausted or inebriated. Every shinobi, regardless of origin, learned how to get rest while maintaining full awareness of their surroundings. It had actually become an indicator that someone was a ninja if their body remained tense while at rest; which was one of the reasons shinobi rarely went undercover as civilians. He was certain that any other member of the Akatsuki would have woken up simply from feeling Itachi’s gaze on them; some of them might’ve even attacked him for it on instinct. Perhaps it was the result of him not needing to worry about someone killing him in his sleep. 

Seeing Hidan like this enraptured him. Without fully realizing it, he’d begun studying the other’s face, and maybe he was still tipsy or his hangover was impeding his judgement, but his drunk decision to have sex with him was starting to make more sense. Hidan, no matter how distracting his personality and violent beliefs, was very attractive. He also stood out against the cool-character, dark-features attractive people Itachi was used to seeing in Konoha. If he’d drunk enough to overlook the less agreeable parts of Hidan’s personality, which he certainly had, he could understand why things would escalate. And wasn’t that a dangerous thought? 

When a strand of gray hair fell over his closed eyes, Itachi pushed it back behind the other’s ear in a potentially too familiar gesture. He knew he shouldn’t have done that in the same way he knew that he shouldn’t stay in bed and shouldn’t have gotten drunk to begin with. That is to say that he did those wrong things without any lingering feelings of guilt, something that was exceedingly rare as he aged. The only feeling that lingered was a very dangerous feeling of contentment and warmth.

#If you’re wondering why I’m posting multiple fics in a row #It’s because I feel like it #They’ve just been sitting in my docs and I wanted to do something with them #ItaHida #naruto fanfiction #itachi uchiha #hidan #my stooff

[askrivetra]

How did you end up in a relationship?

Petra carefully prepares three drinks and hands one over to the anon. "Oh that came about after a really dreadful mission," she explains as she carries her and Levi's over to the loveseat where Levi is putting a book to one side, one leg crossed over the other. He takes the saucer in one hand and his other touches Petra's back as she sits down with her drink.

"Our missions usually go to shit anyway," Levi recalls. "Even if we have some success, there are usually considerable casualties and a lot of fatalities."

"Yeah although this one was quite dreadful even by those standards," said Petra with a grimace. "Everyone came back really quite broken. A lot of people took leave and, to be honest, the commander didn't argue." Petra paused and blew on her tea then sighed sadly. "Things were so fraught, I really feel like there would have been rebellion if he hadn't. But Erwin's been good at recognizing when people need to step away so that was a blessing." She gazes down into her cup.

"Petra and I stayed at the base." He glances at Petra. "You didn't want to go home, did you?"

She shakes her head. "No. I didn't want to worry them because I was really snappy and shaky and just... not in a good place. So I stayed at base and," here she smiles at Levi, "Levi was really good at keeping me distracted. We used the time to clean the base and we got to talking." She blows on her tea again then takes a sip. "I was better, by the time we had the conversation but I was still a bit more loose-lipped than I would normally be in a professional setting." She begins to smile again. "I actually just came out and told him about my feelings."

She brushes some hair away from her face and leans into Levi's shoulder with a small chuckle. "I was quite expecting to be demoted from his squad at that point. It was so unprofessional and inappropriate, to military standards anyway. I definitely wasn't expecting him to admit that he cared for me too but that wasn't for a day later. He thought that I was only saying it because I was vulnerable at the time. We had to have a second conversation about it. It was tempting to try and backtrack but it felt kind of pointless to try and go backwards."

"It is pointless. Things would have been very different if you had." Levi remarks, gazing sideways at her. "Besides, something like that needs to come out into the air. If it's unrequited, you can let it go and move on. Being weighed down by something like that is pointless."

Petra smirks a little. "That was actually pretty profound, Levi." She chuckles and returns to her tea. She returns her eyes to the anon. "Being a Scout means that having a relationship is risky but we also have to live our lives, you know?"

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[klaineownsmysoul]

Take ur time to answer, i like reading your replies! You're very articulate.. i know i should be over it but I'm reminded of it everytime I see C or D and where they are now.. c with his angelic voice singing after so many years and in a lower voice than what we've heard because he was always told his voice was too high.m how many times was he made fun of!? And D who is brimming with talent that he wins best featured actor in a play with stalwarts and when his time in the play if half of theirs.

Well thank you very much! I'm still amazed that anyone reads my posts at all, let alone my long rambling ones. 😀

Both C and D were two of the more vibrantly talented cast members from the show and I think most people would agree had very high ceilings when it ended. C pivoted and went the book route and seems happy with what he's created and has had great success. I do wish he would perform more because he's a natural and so talented and has a voice that should be heard and people who think otherwise are just flat out wrong. D's situation is unfortunately more complicated. He's so far from where he should be at this point with all things considered. I wish he would do more music because his voice is just so soothing to me and I think its the one part of his career that he has the most control over. He's a gifted songwriter and like C, a natural performer and I love watching him on stage.  He shines there and when he’s in his element, all of the extraneous stuff that surrounds him and detracts from him disappears.  Its just him and his music and that performance ability is what drew me to him as Blaine in the first place.  But he also proved with ACS and Hedwig that he can do so much more when given the material to work with.  In D’s case, though, he’s saddled with the laziest most unprofessional useless team you’ll ever find; a team that’s more interested in lining their own pockets off of him by wasting him on ads for ugly jewelry and tv shows where everyone profits but him and of course and most important: primary promoter for his plus one/venue operator’s trashy strip bar.  If he’s not getting the work himself, he’s not getting it and that’s such a fucking shame.  So much time has been wasted since ACS and yes, I know that AB was supposed to premiere 2 years ago and was postponed due to the pandemic, but let’s be honest - other than his other show with RM, that’s the best most high profile project he’s had since his awards sweep when so many things seemed possible.  And I am sure his previous Broadway creds and work ethic got him the AB job and his embarrassment of a manager had little to do with it.  C seems to have much more control over his work and his image and doesn’t have the all the distractions on his shoulders that D does.  

All I want is for each of them to do things that make them happy, things where all of their natural talents are on display, and things that are worth their time.  Its been painful watching D founder for the last couple of years and I just want him to come out the other side with some semblance of the career he should have.

#I'm glad C broke free from RM after glee ended #I'd like D to do the same because he's just the worst #they are both too talented to be sidelined #anonymous

[inspiteallthedanger]

Hi! I love your blog!

I was wondering if you feel like your opinion on Yoko changed after watching Get Back? I know a lot of people revised their opinions on her and her role in the break-up. (I think my opinion stayed exactly the same, I don’t think she broke the Beatles up, but I also think it’s weird to bring your partner to work every day)

Why thank you, darling, that's nice of you to say,

The short answer is no: not at all. I did remember how absolutely gorgeous she was. I sometimes forget how sexy she was and this just hit me full force during Get Back; her whole vibe just works on me. But that's not a new thought really.

I think I know too much about both Yoko and the footage that PJ was using for Get Back for my overall opinion to change, though. So I know that he cut out pretty much all Yoko's footage. I know she was a lot more vocal than she appears and I know (and it's only hinted at in the film) that George's problem was in large part her. I also know things about how she was incredibly supportive of John and coaxed him back from the edge. But also introduced him to heroin. So, like, there's way more than the footage we see that makes up my opinion of her.

The people I've heard saying that tend to be more casual/new Beatles fan who just know that she was meant to have 'broken up The Beatles' so were expecting... Well, I don't actually know what they thought they'd see. Her telling John to leave the group there on camera? Her secretly mouthing shit at Paul? Pinching Ringo when no one else was looking? Smashing George's guitar?

But, yes, even if she was as silent as she seemed; it's so unprofessional to bring her to work. It's funny that they let him and just shows how bad it was by the White Album that they didn't put their foot down then and there. Although I assume they thought it was a phase then. I don't buy that just her sitting there reading the magazine wasn't at least a bit distracting and was part of why it took them so long to get into the swing of things Anyway, hope that makes sense.

Did it change your mind, Nonny? Shed any insights into her?

#beth rambles #but I do love her #and I also #have some very big issues #and well #she's like John in that way #I can see why she's doing the things she's doing a lot of time #but HO BOY are they not pleasant decisions #often anyway

[byarcadiaorg]

★✩✩✩✩

Title:

Unprofessional

Pros:

It's fine if you need to build a portfolio, and they will take you with very little experience, education or other forms of demonstrable expertise — BUT you need to be careful not to provide them with ANY personal information or payments without ensuring there is appropriate professional oversight (I didn't actually have to provide them with either my full name, just a publication name, nor pay the 10 EUR onboarding contribution fee they ask for in interviews — and I know others who haven't either, but it seems to depend on whom you deal with, and how good you are at politely but assertively letting them know that you would be 'very happy' to do something they've asked for 'as soon as' they send you over the appropriate company invoice/direct you to a certified identity verifier/transcript exchange system/etc.!).

Cons:

It's all incredibly unprofessional, so what sort of portfolio you can build out of it will depend entirely on your own approach, abilities and unfortunately also your luck in being assigned others to work directly with (I was actually really lucky, so never dealt with this, but I've been told by a number of colleagues that they were paired with writers, editors or illustrators who were not yet at the level of English, Arcadia's chief language of publication, that would have been needed to understand, let alone contribute to, the articles; who did not respond to texts or emails either at all or in time during contracted work hours etc.)!

The upper management — especially Doğukan Ejder, the Chief Executive Officer who is somehow also the publication's Chief Academic Officer (all despite having nothing more than an undergraduate degree from a fee-paying university with a profusion of grammatical errors already on its front page; some additional fee-paying summer courses completed at more reputable universities; and experience at publications just like this one, where he wrote in the same error-ridden, impoverished English peppered with overly ornate adjectives and adjectives in an ineffective attempt to distract us all) — is simply incompetent; insufficiently educated or experienced to take on the roles they've set themselves but also hostile to the idea of delegating them or seeking outside opinion; and prone to approaching their colleagues across more creative departments, such as writing, editing and illustration, with extreme entitlement to their time and abilities outside of contracted work hours. Doğukan Ejder is an especially obvious example of the unprofessionalism at the core of the institution, even going so far as to terminate colleagues on the spot after they expressed criticism, reluctance to publish or keep in publication contributions full of errors, or simply disinterest or inability to respond to him immediately outside of work hours — and, because of his positions in the institution, he sets the tone for the rest of management.

Advice to Management:

Firstly, get properly accredited and begin to operate as an accredited non-profit institution which claims it is based in Geneva, Switzerland, ought to — by declaring a company headquarters and not simply a postbox, applying for charitable status, meeting the demands of public oversight for that charitable status to take effect and hold, paying taxes, holding accounts in the company's name, issuing invoices and payslips in the company's name, paying accredited institutions for secure identity checks, transcript verifications etc. Second, treat management as a legitimate profession in its own right, which is to manage to find the right people, entice them to work for the institution, put them into positions where they're able to do so without being impeded by management, and actually compensate people, at a decent rate and on time, for their services to the institution.

— former Editor at Arcadia, GlassDoor, 4 February 2024

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