#Tanger Free Zone

[ahllohehn]

hrbeahra i dont wanna absolutely DROWN you in writing reqs so ure free to not do this one :3

BUT if you're up for it some treebark maybe? :3 OR an alternative to that some tangers?:D

Martyn had just finished his last class for the day. He is tired, snappy, and angry enough to commit to a murder if someone were to poke at him even a little bit.

So he doesn't know why he's still out and about with some friends from school even when he's fidgeting eagerly to get home so he could get some homework in before Ren 'surprises' him with the very expected Iris Message.

Maybe the idea of getting some coffee persuaded him a bit. He did want to get some quick energy somehow so he could commute home without passing out.

Martyn received his coffee from the counter before joining his friends, already stuck in a tired daze while he mixed some sugar into his coffee.

"The hell are they doing?" One of his schoolmates had started, having seen something outside the cafe while Maryyn was still busy mixing his coffee, slowly zoning out from watching himself stir.

"Probably a bunch of crazy theater kids trying to advertise a play of theirs. Though I don't really recall a story that would need stupid orange tshirts and a bunch of weapons," another one in the group said.

"Did I just see one of them have hooves?"

And the rest of the conversation was blurred out in Martyn's brain as his barely conscious brain took small sips of his coffee.

"Are you seeing this, dude?" It was only when one of his friends shook his shoulder for his attention did he finally tune back into the conversation.

Martyn waved off their hand lazily as he put his cup of coffee down, "Uh-huh, yeah, what a bunch of idiots..." He said without thinking or looking at first, before trailing off into stunned silence at the scene outside the window.

There was a minotaur, Grian getting flung around by it, Zedaph panicking as he was trying to dodge the monster while also calculating how they'll catch Grian, and then the familiar face of Ren who coincidentally looked over at the cafe to see Martyn looking out in disbelief.

The son of Ares stopped whatever he was doing to excitedly wave at him before getting thrown off into the distance with a punch from the minotaur, making Martyn's jaw drop lower than it should.

"THAT'S MY IDIOT!" he screeched before running out of the cafe in panic without acknowledging his schoolmates' calls of confusion.

[idontlikeem]

how would tanger-matheson, petterson-marino, and friedman-rudwedel work as a d-lineup?

hey this is a fun ask! sorry i'm getting to it so late.

tanger/matheson: high risk, high reward. they're both very strong skaters and puck-handlers. these are both offensive defensemen who, when they're working together well and essentially flaw-free, can absolute spark a game and get some really good things going in the other team's zone. but all it takes is one instance of miscommunication, or an untimely turnover, and there's no defensive defenseman hanging back to clean up the mess. when they're on, they can easily carry a game by scoring all the goals themselves. when they're off....oof.

pettersson/marino: these two are actually natural partners. marino is the offensive guy, pettersson is the defensive guy......in theory. neither of them have played up to their potential/the expectations this season (especially marino), but if they're both here next season there's always room for improvement. marino was for a time viewed as tanger's successor, but he's got a lot of work to do to get there in terms of ice time and value to the team.

friedman/ruhwedel: you know what, sure. why not. i don't have a great handle on friedman's 'style' because he's played so infrequently and he seems to just be a little ball of chaos out on the ice (scoring goals AND saving them, sometimes in the same game??). ruhwedel is definitely a defensive defenseman, though, so if mark would like to turn his focus to being more of the puck-mover for a night, he'd be a good fit. there's also nothing wrong with having a d-pairing where they're both more defensively-minded, especially if they can be strong in front of our own net (we have uhhhhh no defenseman who seem to be able to do that in recent weeks) and work to shut down other teams' high-flying offensive lines.

[selfindulgentpoorlywritten]

Only You (Sidney Crosby Imagine)

The text got deleted for some godforsaken reason, so I’m hoping this fixes it.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Fem!Reader

Words: 3462

Warnings: NSFW

Requested: yes / no

Summary/Request:  hi! are you still taking requests? bc i wanted to know if i could get some sidney smut but like with a girl that's like way shorter than him

(AKA established relationship Sid smut with a super short reader)

No one would say you’re particularly good at dancing, but damn if you didn’t love it. You were always dancing by the end of every party, to whatever was playing over the speakers, whether it was intended to be a soundtrack or not. Today is no exception. At clubs you tended to get lost in the crowd, but since it was only yourself and a few of the other WAGs, you’re still visible from the outside. Visible to Sidney from his seat on the patio, where he’s stopped bothering to pretend to be invested in the conversation taking place around him.

He loves to dance as well-- especially when he’s got a few drinks in him-- but he’s always loved your dancing. He can’t help but watch every time you take the floor, mesmerized by the way you move. By the way you sway just a tad awkwardly, the way you don’t even care. The freedom of it. But more than that, he’s captivated by how stunning you are. His favorite thing to do is remind you of how gorgeous he thinks you are, with quick comments and long nights, depending on how much he gets to see you.

Before you ever met him, you’d already felt short enough. Dating a professional hockey player and spending time with his friends only made you more acutely aware of your height. Considering the entire team is at least as tall as Sidney, who has more height on you than you’d like to acknowledge, you felt like you were Jack after climbing the beanstalk, surrounded by giants. That’s bad enough, though you’d expected the guys to make you feel small and were prepared for it; what you weren’t prepared for was the WAGs. They were all tall and long-legged and blonde and graceful and dazzling. You were the shortest by far, not even reaching Sidney’s chin, and most of them had half a foot or more on you. It rarely bothered you, but when you’re surrounded by literal models all the time, it’s difficult not to feel self-conscious on occasion.

The party is winding down alongside the sunset, and the small group of you retire from dancing to help Tanger and Catherine start cleaning up. You gather some used plates and cups that had been abandoned on tables around the yard, depositing them in the trash bag Kelsey is walking around with. The serving dishes for the food need to be brought inside, but you notice that-- aside from Tanger-- the guys are still sitting around shooting the shit while the girls do the work. On your way inside with a casserole dish, you smack Sidney on the arm and scold the lot of them. They hang their heads and stand to join in with the tidying-up effort, adequately chastised.

Sid keeps shooting you looks, the kind of looks that make your face heat and your heart skip beats. Anticipation coils in your gut. You’d been having a great time dancing and talking with everyone, but you’re suddenly eager for this to be over.

The downside of Sid being Captain is that he can’t beg off team events early unless it’s a legitimate emergency, so you’re stuck cleaning and talking for what feels like an eternity. The party was a “team bonding” event to welcome the newcomers to Pittsburgh, and Tanev, Galchenyuk, and Kahun seemed to appreciate it, at least. You would appreciate if everyone would leave, so you can go home and fully enjoy the promise of the heated once-overs Sidney has been so generously giving you all evening.

You try to appreciate the time with everyone and be present in the conversations going on, but Sid has taken every free moment to shoot you glance after glance, like he can’t keep his eyes off of you. It’s not as if you haven’t been zoning out of various discussions to look at him too, though, so glass houses and all that. The guys slowly trickle out with their better halves over time, until Geno and Anna are the only ones left. It takes you a moment to notice, since you’ve been a bit transfixed by Sidney’s hands for a few minutes, because he’s definitely showing them off, knowing your weakness for them.

Momentarily, you meet eyes with Geno, who looks knowing and smug, before he turns his gaze to Sid. That’s probably going to be embarrassing later, but right now you don’t really care if anyone knows your plans. Despite being an asshole, Geno is actually a good guy, so he excuses himself and Anna not long after. They say their goodbyes, giving out hugs and cheek-kisses and back-slaps before leaving, both giving you a wink on the way out. They really are perfect for each other, huh?

More importantly, you’re now free to go. You make some polite conversation with Catherine quickly, just thanking her for hosting and wishing her luck with the children, offering to babysit if she ever needs a break. Sid switches with you, giving Catherine a hug and thanking her succinctly. It takes a handful of minutes for you to say goodbye to Kris, and you swear you can feel Sid’s frustration at having to wait. Typically, he wouldn’t care about waiting for you, but he’s been clearly turned on for at least an hour and probably desperate to get you alone. You’re definitely on the same page. Unfortunately: societal niceties.

The instant you’ve finished with Kris, Sidney has a hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the door and out with a final farewell thrown over your shoulder. Kris and Catherine stand in the doorway to see you out, making sure you get into the car and start up safely. Luckily, you can justify Sid’s potentially-inappropriate handle on you as coincidence, considering the fact that his hand naturally rests at the same level as your lower back, more or less. It’s just incidental, or a happy accident, or whatever. When he has to remove his hand so you can both load into his car, you immediately miss the contact.

You return the Letangs’ friendly wave as Sid backs out of the driveway. Even if he didn’t have the C, you’d never be able to leave events early because he always parks in the driveway and gets blocked in. Or maybe he lets himself get blocked in because the C means he’s trapped anyway? Not important. What is important is the big hand he lays heavily on your thigh, too high up for polite company and so, so warm. He keeps his eyes solely on the road as he drives, despite clearly holding onto the last of his composure by threads.

“The worst part is that you don’t even mean to do it,” he says, voice far deeper than when he spoke to Tanger. It sends a shiver down your spine, your entire body tensing in a barely-visible wave at the familiar sound. You have no idea what he means, and your confusion definitely shows on your face. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to want a response, because he just takes a beat and continues.

“You just dance, like there’s no one watching, like you wouldn’t even care if there were,” he says, voice conveying a thousand things; arousal, possession, awe, “And everybody watches you, but you only look at me.” His hands squeeze the steering wheel and your thigh in equal measure. You’re not proud of the sharp inhale you take in response, but you’re also not really thinking of your pride right now, or anything other than the heat and pressure just close enough to tease. Your brain is stuck on a loop of only you only you only you, but you don’t say it, not willing to give him the satisfaction of your devotion yet. Also, if you did give in and say it now, the two of you would probably end up with a ticket for public indecency. You can talk your way out of it once, but twice would probably be pushing it.

You don’t say a word the entire ride home, and his grip on you and the wheel eventually loosens. Though he does periodically tighten his fingers back around you, just sporadically enough to keep you on edge, keep you wanting. And god, did you want. Sid was the most beautiful man in the world on a normal day, so when he’s all focused and deliberate, almost ready to succumb to lust? Truly Athena herself couldn’t keep chaste in his presence.

Pulling up the driveway with his hand tight on the skin bared by your now bunched up skirt-- easily pushed out of the way by Sid’s searching fingers-- has your heart rate skyrocketing. He doesn’t spare you a peep before he cuts the ignition and exits the car, not needing to say a word for you to scramble to follow him, grabbing your bag and climbing out of the car so quickly you almost end up tumbling face-first onto the concrete. By time you get to the mud room, he’s already removed one shoe and is working on the other. He hadn’t worn a jacket, since it’s one of those rare September days where the world forgets it’s supposed to be transitioning into fall, so it’s 91° and 8-fuck-thousand percent humidity, so he doesn’t have to bother taking it off. Good. Less time wasted. As for you, you kick off your shoes and place them in their usual place a little less carefully than usual. Sid definitely has some level of OCD, but that won’t bother him. Probably. Maybe.

Clearly it doesn’t bother him right now, because he walks through the second door into the living room, still without a word. You follow behind, but staunchly refuse to compare yourself to an eager puppy despite the similarity. He leads the way to the bedroom, which seems way too far right now, in your opinion, but that’s not your brain talking. At least you get a nice view of Sid’s ass in his black swim trunks, close-fitting enough to accentuate his figure rather than hide it.

What you expect to happen once you reach the bedroom, is for him to immediately push you up against the door and kiss you senseless. What you do not expect, is for him to slowly crowd into your space, cupping your jaw with one hand and stroking your cheek gently with his thumb. The other hand comes to rest on the side of your ribcage, squeezing gently once as he looks down into your eyes. There’s so much adoration in his gaze that you feel like the swelling affection inside you is going to make you burst.

“I love you,” he says. His expression turns a bit bittersweet, like he knows he doesn’t say it enough, but appreciates you understanding it anyway. You cradle his face in both hands and kiss him once, almost chaste. A far cry from what you anticipated.

“I love you too,” you reply. You know you maybe say it too much, often enough that he gets flustered sometimes, or thinks it’s said out of habit and not sincerity. But you mean it every time, with all your heart. Again his expression changes, this time from bittersweet certainty to overt devotion. He looks at you as if you’re the most extraordinary person in the world, like he can’t believe he gets to have you, like you’re the exceptional one in this relationship. All you can do is kiss him again, longer this time, harder.

This is where the passion you’d expected comes in, where he starts kissing you like he can’t bear to part from you even for the necessity of breath. Where his hands run down your sides to sneak under your shirt, so they can skim back up your stomach to cup your breasts. Your bathing suit suddenly feels like far too much material between his hands and your skin, and you itch to take it off. To take all of it off, to bare yourself to him in a way that never felt so right with anyone before.

With your diminutive stature, he has to bend at the waist to kiss you while standing, and you know it sometimes gives him a crick in his neck. Which is totally the reason you’re eager to get to the bed, obviously. Not because his hands are warm even through your top and his lips are soft and damp against yours and the small needy sounds he makes into your mouth drive you wild. You’re just being considerate. Yup.

Whatever ulterior motives you may or may not have, you nudge him backward, guiding him toward the bed even as he continues to dip down to kiss you between looking back to make sure he doesn’t trip. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he doesn’t fall, just stops. He strips off his shirt with an unrestricted urgency he never shows anyone but you, throwing it toward the hamper. You follow suit, shucking off both tops, and pushing down your coverup skirt for good measure. He pauses, brushing his big hands over your shoulders and down your chest, admiring your figure so brazenly you feel yourself blush.

“You just gonna look?” you ask rhetorically, still a tad breathless, but feeling a bit bold yourself. In return, you’re graced with that beautiful crooked smile and a look far too dark to match-- under normal circumstances, at least. He squats down to grab you around the waist, tossing you onto the bed in a feat of strength that’s more than a little sexy. The noise you make is decidedly less sexy, but he just smiles wider, shoving off his trunks like an afterthought before joining you on the bed. You wriggle out of your suit bottoms, not getting a chance to throw them off the bed before he’s on top of you.

Sid is so intense this way, laser focus directed solely on you, fixated on the best way to take you apart. For the most part, you go with the flow. You’re more than willing to follow his lead, knowing from experience that he’ll make this more than exceptional.

With your body bared to him, he looms over you, eyes roaming your upper body. His thick thighs are solid and warm against your own legs, closer to your knees than you might expect of a more proportional couple; though all you can think of is how the scratch of his wiry body hair drives you a bit crazy. He kisses you again, only momentarily, before moving to your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. There will definitely be some dark spots that Malin and Kelsey will tease you about next time they see you, but the pressure and tinge of pain feel so good that you don’t much care.

Before Sid, you had assumed that your breasts simply weren’t that sensitive. Since the first time you’d slept together, however, you’d learned that maybe you just hadn’t had competent partners before. He sucks more hickeys into the thin skin of your breasts, mouthing and teasing at your nipples until you’re arching into his lips as you make sounds a bit too desperate for your liking. It’s just so good.

Occasionally, he’ll ask you to sit on his face. He knows it’s not easy for you, because your height means you have to rest a bit higher on your knees, which stresses your thighs. But he loves it so dearly that you do it from time to time. This evening, however, he seems far too frantic to eat you out as per usual. Instead, he abandons your chest to recapture your mouth. After so long, he knows exactly how to move, to lick, to press, to drive you crazy. Crazy enough that his fingers dipping into your folds make you gasp into his mouth in surprise.

Your focus shuttles between his fingers stretching you meticulously and the way he’s kissing the soul out of you. Your brain simply refuses to focus on one thing, jumping from his lips to his fingers to his thighs on your knees to his dick occasionally brushing your thigh. It’s all so much, his body the perfect complement to yours, no matter how counterintuitive that may seem.. He’s so big and warm, enveloping you in smooth skin and pounding pulse, completely encompassing you.

Once he deems you adequately stretched, he kisses you once again, slow and wet and deep. He asks you for the umpeenth time if you’re ready, if you’re okay with this, and you’re too much of a goner for him to do much more than kiss him and shimmy your hips closer to his own.

You’ll never get used to the first push inward. Sid’s not particularly long, but he’s thick, stretching you wide and hitting all the right spots you never even knew existed before him. His back is curled in a deep arch so he can bury his face in your chest for the initial stretch, like if he looks at you, he’ll lose it. Not that you would know, really, with how you throw your head back into the bottom edge of the pillow. All you can do is make a small “ah” sound, rocking your hips back and forth in an attempt to adjust to his size. Once bottomed out, Sid stays still as long as you need, no matter how the involuntary rolling of your pelvis makes him dig blunt nails into your hips.

“Come on,” you say, finally, hips reduced to tiny twitches, “Fuck me, Sid.” The phrasing draws a broken moan from his throat. He doesn’t bother wasting time with slow, dragging thrusts; just goes straight to fucking you into the mattress with as much speed and force as he can manage. Your ankles barely meet behind his back with how broad his torso is, so you dig fingertips into his shoulders to avoid being driven up the mattress.

No matter how single-minded he may seem as he shoves in and drags out, he still kisses you so sweetly. Whispering endearments and reassurances against your lips (though he still has to crane his head to do so, so maybe avoiding neck pain wasn’t your only motive for getting him into bed), he steadily fucks you into oblivion. By time he sucks a mark just under your jaw that’s sure to last, you’re gone, floating somewhere above yourself. When he comes, he bites into your collar bone, groaning out his pleasure as he fills you. You reply with a groan of your own, acutely aware of the warmth filling you, his cock still spreading you wide.

“Maybe I should dance more often,” you quip, once your breathing settles to something manageable. Sid huffs a laugh into the pillow, rolling to the side to avoid crushing you any more than he already has.

“As long as you’re not looking at any other guys,” he replies, letting his head flop to the side to smile at you.

“You know it’s only ever you, Sid,” you can feel your smile grow into something halfway between giddy and sentimental, “Only you.” He groans dramatically and throws an arm over his face, in a gesture you know means that he wishes he was 18 again so he could go twice in a row. All you can do is laugh and turn toward him, peeling his arm away and giving him a soft, lingering kiss.

“Just make sure you stay on the edge of the crowd so I can actually see you,” he says against your lips, grinning even as you gasp and smack his shoulder.

Over time, you’ve learned that aftercare is important to Sid. He likes to pamper you, to guide you into the shower so he can soap you up and wash you down. He loves to carefully towel you off, pressing gentle kisses to the places he bruised with his mouth and fingers. To cover you with his clothing, a t-shirt that reaches past the mid-point of your thighs and shorts that may as well be capris. To settle you into the bed once the duvet has been tossed toward the hamper, wrapping you in the sheets and comforter, tight against himself. Taking care of you has always been his favorite thing, the way you look up at him with drooping eyes and sleepy voice to thank him for everything. For the reassurance, for helping clean you, for your vaguely sore lower body and the way it makes you feel such deep satisfaction, for loving you, for making you feel loved, for making you believe you are loved. Believe you are loved, are cared for, are worth his love and care. Only you.

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

109th Goal

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: No, I just couldn’t get the idea out of my head

Tagging: @thisismysecrethappyplace @aw-hawkeye @caswinchester2000 @butcanijustnot

Fandom: NHL  

Relationship: Married; Kris Letang x Reader

Summary: Kris scores his 109thgoal to claim the Penguins’ record of most goals by a defence, so he and the Reader celebrate.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Smut/Lemon. I don’t know what we’re calling it these days…

Disclaimer: To make things easier, I made it so the game was in Pittsburgh and not Philly, hope you don’t mind. xx

Comments: I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope whoever reads this, likes it :P

You were there the night Kris scored his 108thgoal. You could remember watching it the game from the arena suites that were reserved for players’ families. You knew how close he was to this record and when he got that goal to tie Paul Coffee, you could help but scream in happiness.

You always screamed in celebration when your husband scored, but that night it was different. That night, your husband was no longer #2 in most goals by a defenceman in Penguins’ history, he was tied for #1.

And so, every game since he scored that goal, you were on the edge of your seat. You weren’t really supposed to go with the team on their away games, but you couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t not be there for Kris when he got that record. So, every game the Penguins played, you were there, be that in the stands or otherwise. You were there.

And it took a while, which wasn’t really surprising since Kris was a defenceman and scoring wasn’t really what he was supposed to be doing. He was supposed to defend their zone and Kris, if you were being completely honest, wasthe Penguins’ defence. Without him, well…

So you weren’t surprised that it took a few games for Kris to get that goal, you just didn’t like it. You wanted Kris to be the only #1. You wanted him to have the record, not just be “the guy who tied Paul Coffee.” You wanted him to be the guy who beat Paul Coffee. He had done it once and you knew that he would blow through this record, too.

It just took time.

Kris’ 109thgoal came on the 11thof February when they were playing the Flyers. You were sitting up in a suite. The whole game was wild. Murray was playing amazing, Geno was back, and Sidney scored his 40thgoal against the Flyers. Then Geno got the five minute major and you could only hope that the Penguins could keep the Flyers from scoring during those final minutes. With the six on four, you didn’t think that they really had a chance at scoring, that Krishad a chance at scoring, but you were wrong.

There were 13 seconds left in the game when Kris shot the puck from the behind the Penguin’s goal line. You jumped up from your spot and you watched as Kris’s 200 foot shot went right into the Flyers’ empty net.

When you heard the buzzer go off, everything went into slow motion. You remembered throwing your hands up, into the air as your screamed. You remembered watching Kris being hugged by McCann and Johnson. And you remember crying in happiness.

Kris, your Kris, had done it and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

So, when the game was over, you quickly grabbed your purse and headed down to the locker room to see your husband. Which, as usual, they didn’t let you in. Their security wasn’t about to let a non-member of the team into a locker room full of naked guys. So, instead, you knocked on the door, which you would have done anyways. You knew it was security’s job and all, but you would have thought that they would have learned by now…

Sidney opened the door and stuck his head out. He, unsurprisingly, was sweaty and had taken off the top part of his equipment. He smiled brightly when he realized it was you.

“I’ll get him, one minute.” Sidney winked and closed the door before you could thank him.

A few moments later, Kris opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He was still dressed in all his equipment safe for his helmet and gloves. His hair was wet with sweat but he had a bright smile on his face.

“I did it.” He whispered.

You smiled back just as brightly and couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him. He was sweaty, still in his skates and equipment, but it didn’t matter. Kris laughed and wrapped his arms around you best he could. You pulled back after a moment and brought your hand up to cup his cheek and he brought his own hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed across your cheek bone before he leaned down and connected your lips in a rough kiss.

You went up onto your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss before you pulled back, pressing a quick peck onto his lips.

“Je suis si fier de toi.” You whispered to him. (I am so proud of you)

Kris’ smile softened and his eyes glanced back down at your lips. He leaned in and kissed you again, this time softer.

“Je t’aime.” Kris whispered against your lips. (I love you)

“Je t’aime aussi.” You whispered back, pecking his lips before pulling back and tapping his chest. (I love you too)

“Aller changer donc on peut aller à la maison et…célèbre…” You whispered, sending your husband a wink. (Go change so we can go home and celebrate)

Kris’ eyes darkened slightly at your words and he nodded. “J'aime l'entent de ça.” (I like the sound of that)

You laughed a little and tapped his chest again. “Je connais. Vas-y maintenant.” (I know. Now go)

Kris nodded and headed back into the locker room, leaving you alone in the hall where you waited. You waited as players started to leave. They all said hello to you and you congratulated them on the game. Some of them winked at you and you heard a few “Tanger’s getting some tonight!”s from them, which made you laugh.

Then Sidney came out and wiggled his eyebrows at you which caused you to roll your eyes.

“I hope he gets a pretty sweet reward for breaking the record.” He said, coming to stand beside you.

You shook your head at him. “Shut up, Sid.”

Sidney laughed and shrugged. “He should be out soon.”

“Thanks.” You whispered.

He tapped your shoulder and nodded, picking his bag up better. “Remember to be safe, we don’t need any little Tangers running around, one is enough, okay?”

“Shut up.” You told him and he started to laugh again. You rolled your eyes as he walked away.

Finally, Kris came out of the locker room, dressed back up in his suit. “Je m’excuse pour l'attent—“ Kris started but you cut him off. (I’m sorry for the wai—)

“Ne t'inquiète pas. Allons à la maison.” You whispered and Kris nodded, extending his free hand to out to you, which you happily took. (Don’t worry. Let’s go home)

When you got back to the house, Kris wasted no time. He walked you slowly back into the house, stalking you like you were his prey and you loved every minute of it. You felt your back hit the kitchen counter and you bit your lip.

Kris stepped forwards so that his chest was against yours and pressed his lips to yours before pressing himself against you fully. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. Kris ran his tongue against your lip as he gripped your hips tightly. You opened your mouth to give him access and hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him closer. Kris slipped his tongue into your mouth and ran his hand down your leg, holding your thigh while rocking against you.

You moaned against his lips and pulled away to look at him. “Kris, ne me taquine pas.” (Don't tease me)

Kris nodded and grabbed your ass and lifting you onto the counter and spreading your legs to stand between them. “Je ne vais pas. Je promets.” (I won’t. I promise)

Kris hovered his lips over yours with a smirk causing you to grab the back of his head, closing the distance between the two of you with a rough kiss. You pulled back after a moment.

“Emmène-moi au lit.” You whispered against his lips, before lightly biting his bottom lip and running your fingers down his back through his suit jacket before moving them to begin undoing his shirt buttons. (Take me to bed)

Kris’s eyes darkened at your action and he let you undo all of his buttons before shrugging off the jacket and the shirt, tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He usually wasn’t like that, he cared about his suits, but right then they didn’t matter. All that mattered was you.

Kris pressed himself closer to you, slowly running his hands up your thighs, going in for another kiss. You kissed him roughly, pulling back to lightly take his bottom lip between your teeth. Kris groaned and pulled back enough to pull your shirt over your head and toss it aside. His eyes ran across your chest and he bit his lip before his fingers found their place at the waistband of your jeans.

Kris didn’t waste any time undoing them and you pushed yourself up as best you could so that he could pull your pants off you. Your jeans joined the growing pile of clothes on the kitchen floor, leaving you sitting on the kitchen counter in your bra and panties.

Kris smirked and stepped back in between your legs, his chest pressed back up against yours as his fingers played with the waistband of the lace panties you were wearing. “Ês-tu sûr tu veux aller au lit, Princesse?” Kris asked, his voice low. (Are you sure you want to go to bed, Princess?)

You bit your lip and moved your hands up his back to his neck. “J'avais prévu de te chevaucher, mais...si tu préfères me baiser ici même sur la table, je suppose que c'est bien aussi.” You whispered, tilting your head back slightly. (I was planning on riding you, but...if you would rather fuck me right here on the table, I guess that's fine too)

Kris groaned. “Fuck, Baby, you can't say shit like that.” Kris whispered pressed his lips to yours roughly, his hands running up your back to the clasp of your bra. He knew how hot you found him when he spoke English like that, how hot you thought his voice and accent was.

You whined into the kiss and Kris easily undid your bra, tossing it aside before bringing his hands around to cup your breasts, causing him to groan into your lips. Kris pinched your nipples, causing you to gasp and arch into him. Kris smirked into the kiss and used your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and slid your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

Kris rolled your nipples a few times, enjoying the sound it invoked from you. Then Kris slid his hands back down to your thighs, picking you up. You broke the kiss in surprise, gripping his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Kris—“

“I think I want to take you to bed after all.” Kris cut you off, leaning forwards to press more open mouth kisses down your throat as he began to head to your room.

You laughed and tightened yourself around him. “Sounds good to me, you deserve to be properly taken care of after that amazing goal tonight, babe.” You mumbled as Kris began to suck a mark onto your neck.

“Yeah?” Kris replied after he finished with the mark. Kris kissed the mark before pressing his lips back to yours.

You moved your hands from his shoulders to his hair, pulling back from the kiss to whisper in his ear, “most definitely.”

Kris crossed the threshold of his room and smirked mischievously before he kicked his door shut behind him and laying you down on the bed. Kris stopped to admire you for a second before crawling onto the bed and hovering above you. “You're so fucking beautiful.” Kris gave you a wink before kissing down your neck to your chest.

“Vous êtes celui qui est censé se faire dorloter.” You replied, arching into Kris’s lips. (You're the one that's supposed to be getting pampered)

“Croyez-moi, je m'amuse beaucoup en ce moment.” Kris whispered against your skin as his hands gripped the waist band of your panties, pulling them down slowly. (Trust me, I am very much enjoying myself right now)

You blushed a little before flipping the two of you over. “Oui? Je pense toujours que vous devriez être récompensé correctement pour votre objectif ce soir.” (Yeah? Well, I still think that you should get rewarded correctly for your goal tonight)

Kris sat up quickly, hovering his lips over yours. “Maybe you should do something about it.”

You pushed him back down roughly. “Oh, I will.”

You began to grind down on him causing Kris to groan loudly, tightening his grip on your waist enough to leave slight bruises.

“Fuck, Baby.” Kris smashed his lips to yours, flipping the two of you over once again. Kris pulled back from the kiss and stepped off the bed. Kris sat back on his haunches as he pulled you down to the foot of the bed by your calves, spreading your legs open as he kissing down your inner thighs.

“Kris...” You started to breathe heavier with anticipation.

“What baby? Tell me what you need.” Kris softly blew air against your core, looking up your body to your face, searching for a reaction.

You bucked your hips up with a gasp. “Kris!” You put your hands in his hair and tried to push him down.

With one last smirk, Kris went for your clit, circling his tongue around the sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with one of his fingers.

Your legs tightened around his head in pleasure. Kris used his hands to spread your legs back apart and continued to circle his tongue around your clit, this time inserting a finger into your entrance. “Tu es tellement serré, Princesse. Merde.” (You're so tight, Princess. Fuck)

“Fuck, Kris. More. I need more.” You whined, grinding down on his finger in search for more.

Kris listened to you and inserted another finger, curling them upwards while giving kitten licks to your clit. You moaned loudly, your back arching. Kris smirked against your core.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly. “Fuck, Kris, yes.”

“You're so wet for me, Baby. God, you taste so good.” Kris groaned into you, sending a vibration up your core.

You shivered, tightening your legs around him with a moan. “Don’t stop.”

Kris felt you beginning to clench around his fingers, causing him to increase his pace further. “C'mon, Baby.”

You felt your stomach start to tighten and your legs started to tremble. “So close. Kris, I’m so close.” You moaned, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel.” Kris murmured into you.

You nodded your head and bit your lip. “Fuck, I’m gon—“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you causing your back arch with a loud moan.

Kris lapped up all your juices, working you through your orgasm before hovering over you and giving you a hard kiss. “C'est la chose la plus sexy que j'ai vue dans toute le temps.” (That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen)

You kissed him back messily. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Kris smirks down at you, “I guess we’re a good match, huh?”

You leaned up to kiss him again, and then kissed along his jaw before you flipped the two of you over again. You ran your finger down his chest to rest at the belt of his pants. You looked up at him and saw him biting his lip. You slowly undid the belt before undoing his pants.

It was a bit awkward to get his pants and underwear off his legs, but you managed and tossed them onto the floor before moving back up to straddle his hips, smirking down at him. You reached down between your bodies and stroked him lightly, causing Kris to groan softly and bite his lip, his hand moving to touch your calf.

Feeling Kris’s hand on you, you bit your lip and Kris moved his hands up to grip your hips. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body. You lifted yourself up slightly before lining him up with your entrance. “Ready, baby?”

Kris didn’t reply, but instead he pulled you down onto him, biting his lip to control himself. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but cry out, closing your eyes and digging your nails into his chest, both out of surprise and pleasure.

Kris let out a shaky breath and tightened his grip on your hips, keeping both of you still while you took a second to adjust. Then you lifted your hips slightly and moaned at the feeling, your nails once again digging into Kris’s chest.

Kris groaned at your action and brought one of his hands up to your chest. You leaned into his touch before starting a sturdy rhythm. Kris groaned into the kiss and pinched your nipples. You continued with a few more slow bounces before picking up your pace. “Fuck, Kris.”

Kris moved his hands to your hips, helping you keep your rhythm. “You look so beautiful right now, (Y/N), fuck.”

You moaned in response. “You feel so good, too, baby, I—Fuck.”

Kris sat up, keeping his hands on your lower back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and continued your rhythm as Kris crashed his lips onto yours. You moaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers into his hair. Kris pulled back from the kiss after a few moments.

“Tu me prends si bien.” Kris said, his voice low. (You're taking me so good)

You whimpered in response but nodded and dug your nails further into his shoulder, causing Kris to groan and lean forwards to bite your neck gently. You moaned at Kris’s actions and moved your head to the side to give him more room. Kris smirked and began sucking another mark on your neck before moving one of his hands down between the two of you to gently rub your clit.

“OH!” You shouted, scratching roughly down Kris's shoulders at the contact. “I can't, Kris!”

Kris groaned into your neck. “Then cum for me, Princess.”

You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes and letting go with a loud moan of his name. Kris gently rubbed you through your orgasm, his other hand roughly gripping your hips, stopping your movements. Kris groaned once again at your clenching. “Fuck, Princess, you’re doing so good for me.”

You hugged him tightly as you tried to control your breathing. Kris ran his hands down your back as he tried to sooth you. “Tu vas bien, je t'ai.” (You’re okay, I got you)

“It’s your turn, I want you to fill me up so good...” You whispered against his shoulder before pressing a kiss to his skin.

Kris gave you a lopsided smile, even though you couldn’t see it. “Can you handle it?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck with a smirk. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so.”

Kris nodded and rolled the two of you over so he was on top before slowly thrusting into you, wrapping one of your legs around his waist. “Tu te sens si bien, (Y/N).” (You feel so good)

You moaned and kissed him forcefully. Kris kissed you back and braced himself on his arms by your head before picking up his pace, thrusting into you quickly and roughly.

“KRIS!” You shouted, gripping the sheets tightly.

Kris groaned slowly. “I’m getting close, Princess.”

You whimpered in acknowledgment and gripped the sheets tighter. Kris thrusted a few more times before he started to get sloppy and lose his rhythm. “Tu te sens tellement bien autour de moi, Princesse.” (You feel so goddamn good around me, Princess)

You lifted your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Cum, Kris, fill me up with your seed.”

Kris groaned loudly and dropped some of his weight onto you before nodding, thrusting a few more times before cumming deep inside you with a groan of your name. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

You released the sheets before kissing Kris’s forehead and encouraging him to rest more of his weight onto you. “Félicitations, mon amour.” (Congratulations, my love)

Kris pushed himself up enough to kiss you. “Merci.” (Thanks)

You smiled softly. “Go easy when you pull out, okay?”

Kris chuckled softly but nodded. “I will pull out as gently as I can.”

You gave him a playful smile. “Don't laugh! I'm sensitive...”

“I know...” Kris whispered and kissed along your jaw. “I’m going to pull out now, alright?”

You bit your lip and nodded. Kris slowly pulled out before lying beside you and pulling you to his chest. You winced softly but relaxed into him, resting your head on his chest. Kris wrapped his arm around you and gently rubbed your back.

“Dormez un peu, vous avez passé une grande journée.” You whispered against his chest. (Get some sleep, you had a big day)

Kris nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Je t’aime.” Kris whispered. (I love you)

“Je t’aime aussi.” You whispered back. (I love you too)

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Fic author meme!

Tagged by: @charmandhex (Thanks, Charm! <3)

Your name: Most people online call me Cor (short for Coranada)

Fandoms you write for: TAZ is the only one I’ve really gone deep on. I wrote a handful of very short things for Elementary years ago.

Quick note - I’m tagging some non TAZ writers so I’m trying to keep these answers spoiler free. Obviously clicking links will give spoilers for The Adventure Zone podcast, specifically the Balance campaign.

Where you post: mostly AO3, but there’s a bunch of short things on tumblr I haven’t cross posted (yet)

Most popular oneshot: I thought it was close between two fics but then I realized that Lust is a Thing With Fangs is way, way ahead. Surprise! Smut is more popular and smut that has been around longer than other smut has more hits. (I don’t have a lot of smut posted but I can definitely tell you: it gets way more hits and way less comments.)

I expected the lone fic I wrote for the most popular pairing in the fandom to have been a bigger contender. Instead it’s number 4 in popularity of my oneshots.

Most popular multi-chapter story: It’s About Time has way more hits and everything statistic wise but then it was updated weekly for a year until it finished. 

Meanwhile, Losing Time was only being updated daily on tumblr for two weeks and then posted pretty much all at once on AO3. So comparatively I think it’s a contender.

Favorite story you’ve written: The as yet unnamed “TwinSwap” fic that hasn’t been posted. There’s 60k written and it’s not even through the first arc yet. I’m focusing on my WIPs that I’m posting on (Time After Time and Chrysanthemums) first.

Of what I’ve posted and completed? Losing Time will always have a special place to me cause it was the first just wildly original and different (for me) thing I wrote.

Story you were nervous to post: A Thousand Tiny Moments. Oh gosh, I was literally sick with nerves about posting that. At the time it was one of the longest things I’d ever written. It was the first thing for TAZ I’d posted to AO3, it was for a celebration week, and it was an actual story as opposed to the dinky little handful of minifics I’d posted when I dipped my toe into fandom previously. 

Do you outline: I don’t necessarily formally outline but I generally have an idea about the major story beats. Several things follow podcast timeline though so that’s a bit of cheating. I definitely outline more than I used to. It’s not nice neat bulleted lists, of course, It’s just a file of notes of things I want to get to and what order those things should happen, written in messy fragments.

How many of your stories are complete: 19 of my 21 AO3 fics are finished. If I look at my fic list on tumblr, there are around 40 finished fics though obviously that includes short prompts, etc.

How many of your stories are in progress: Two are in progress in AO3. The number of WIPs in my files, though? Uhhhh... There’s the Pain fic, the Noir fic, TwinSwap, the expanded Dragon story, the ACOTAR AU, and should I ever get past those things there’s always the unfinished colabs like the Paladin AU and the arranged marriage AU. Plus there’s this shapeshifter thing I really love. Oh, and of course there’s Six Birds, Dungeon Rescue, and soon to be Fantasy Vegas stories I’m writing with a friend. (Titles are all temporary reference names, obviously!)

Coming soon: When Chrysanthemums ends, I may do a short sequel to that. I’m also anxious to get going sharing stuff from TwinSwap or the expanded story of Wild Dragon Chase. The dragon one would be better to focus on, possibly, because it should be shorter.

Do you accept prompts: Yup. A prompt led to Bluejeans, Boxers, and One Bed which was one of the most fun fics I’ve done.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: Ugh, TwinSwap rules my brain sometimes. There’s just so many possibilities for fun and angst and I think it’s the most true to the podcast’s vibe in that it’s honestly either FUN or HEARTBREAKING.

Tagging: @herbgerblin and @beanarie and @joanhotson and @tanger-catnip and @jortsman and @holla-pain-yo if y’all feel like it. And anyone else who is interested can consider themselves tagged. Mention me so I see it!

Edited to add: @aspiringpolymath, who I could have sworn I tagged but the actual tagging wasn’t working so I redid it and that’s probably where I messed up.

(Btw, non TAZ people: my main is @capitalnineteen which is why you don’t recognize this one.)

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Secteur automobile : 200 MMDH de chiffre d'affaires à l'export en 2025

Secteur automobile : 200 MMDH de chiffre d’affaires à l’export en 2025

Le Maroc table sur la réalisation de 200 milliards de dirhams (MMDH) de chiffre d’affaires à l’export à l’horizon 2025 avec une capacité de production d’un million de véhicules, a annoncé, mercredi 25 avril à Tanger Free Zone, le ministre de l’Industrie, de l’Investissement, du Commerce et de l’Économie numérique, Moulay Hafid Elalamy. (more…)

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HSE Specialist

Nous recrutons pour le compte d’une multinationale opérant dans le secteur industriel au niveau de Tanger Free Zone un HSE Specialist.

Vous êtes diplômé Bac+5 (en HSE, Sécurité industrielle …) et vous cumulez une expérience minimum de 3 ans dans un poste similaire dans un milieu industriel, qui vous a permis de développer toutes les compétences et connaissances nécessaire afin d’assurer les…

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Maxwill recrute Plusieurs Profils

Maxwill recrute Plusieurs Profils sur Tanger: -Chef d’atelier de couture. -Technicien de coupe. -Contrôleurs de qualité. -Technicien maintenance et réparation. -Soudeurs. Forte de son expérience de plus de 20 ans en Chine, le géant de la fabricantion des meubles J&C s’installe au Maroc sous l’enseigne Maxwill. Le but étant de mettre en place un éco-système de l’ameublement, visant l’exportation à l’Europe et aux Étas-Unis. Maxwill, installée à la TFZ (Tangier Free Zone) est spécialisée dans la fabrication de chaises et de tables d’ameublement. L’entreprise est l’association de 3 chefs d’entreprise; Mr. James , president du groupe J&C en chine. Mr .Chris , spécialiste des opérations de logistique en Europe et à l’international et Mr. Kamel qui est présent à la TFZ avec une usine de canapés, il est spécialiste de l’ameublement au Maroc et en Europe. L’installation du site de production  Maxwill se fera sur deux étapes. Le démarrage est prévu en juin 2022 avec une usine d’une superficie de plus de 7000 m2. La deuxième étapes est le lancement d’une deuxième usine dont la superficie dépassera les 22500 m2 en décembre 2022. Maxwill accorde une grande importance au design, à l’environnement, au service communautaire, à la santé et au bien-être de ses clients et de ses employés. Des moyens innovants pour améliorer les performances des organisations de nos clients sont devenus notre marque de fabrique. Maxwill dispose d’une équipe de gestionnaires expérimentés et d’une main d’œuvre engagée et formée selon les standards internationaux de la fabrication des meubles. Suite à sa stratégie de lancement à la TFZ, Maxwill dispose de 300 salariés pour le démarrage de son activité en Juin 2022 et continuera à recruter dans différents spécialités (production, administration, finance, RH) jusqu’à atteindre les 3000 salariés en décembre 2022.

Maxwill recrute Plusieurs Profils

Maxwill, nouvelle société installée à la TFZ de Tanger, spécialisée dans la fabrication des meubles et articles de décoration, est à la recherche des profils suivants: -Chef d’atelier de couture. -Technicien de coupe. -Contrôleurs de qualité. -Technicien maintenance et réparation. -Soudeurs. (Expérience exigée dans une société de confection pour tous les postes). Merci d’envoyer vos candidatures à l’adresse email suivante en mentionnant en objet la référence du poste souhaité: recrutement@maxwill.ma Read the full article

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writer meme

tagged by @beanarie - thanks!

(Also: CAUTION. Everything mentioned here I’ll try to keep spoiler free but following links will absolutely spoil you for The Adventure Zone (Balance) so ... don’t click if you want to avoid that stuff. Also if you are already a fan or don’t care about spoilers my all TAZ sideblog is @youhearstatic)

What is your total posted word count on AO3? (Go to your Works, then click Statistics.)

71,407 which... is almost entirely in the last 3 months...

How often do you write?

Um... in the last 4 months? Pretty much every day.

Do you have a routine for writing?

When my niece was in school a lot of it happened longhand while sitting in the car waiting for her. I don’t think I’ll be going back to that, though, even though she just went back to school. I spent the whole time today editing a piece on my tablet. So, we’ll see how that routine goes.

What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?

For tropes I gotta super say mutual pining is top tier number one but look... Honestly? Apply it to my favorite pair and I’m probably a fan. There are tropes I’ve never had any interest in that I’m now gleefully looking forward to tackling.

My favorite pairing is painfully obvious if you look at my posted works or sideblog. I love them so much.

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

The ‘fic I wasn’t gonna write’ which is now on chapter 10 of ?? It’s currently over 17k words and it won’t shock me if it goes north of 80k when it’s done. It’s already over 60k written and there’s so much that needs expanding and whole sections still to be written.

I’m retelling the whole podcast which was 69 episodes and what I’ve published so far covers... about 4 episodes? (Not a great indicator since a lot of what I’m writing is off screen, but still...)

Actually, I say it’s my favorite because that’s been my answer for a while but the reason it’s my favorite is still tens of thousands of words away from what’s published...

So... I think I have to change my answer. The AU @tanger-catnip and I are writing might be my new favorite.

For favorite published pieces, probably this one. It’s similar to the AU we’re working on now but also very different. 

Your fic with the most kudos?

The episodic de-aged fic I wrote at breakneck pace. If I’d been smarter about how I published it, it might have done better. Fifteen chapters and I published every day. It was the first thing I did like that and I was in a hurry, you know? 

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

So many things. I let my characters get caught in their own head far too much. I get stuck in summary mode way too often.

Now something you do like?

Characters lost in their own head... whoops. I do it too much because I love writing it. On the plus side, I’m attracted to characters with that as a trait anyway.

[rympresse]

ARCHITECTURE │Canopée de la Place Moulay El Hassan, une verrue urbaine au coeur de Rabat

Depuis plusieurs mois, les critiques acerbes n’ont cessé de pleuvoir sur ce projet de canopée �� Rabat. Il a déjà coûté 38 MDH et une deuxième tranche est prévue. Alors que les élus de la ville semblent découvrir le chantier, les dernières intempéries ont mis à nu ses malfaçons. Le point sur cet ouvrage aussi massif que mal-aimé

Dès fin juin 2020, le site historique de la place Moulay Hassan (ex-place Pietri), non loin de la cathédrale de Rabat et du commissariat central, à vu arriver les premières structures du chantier d’une canopée promise par la société de développement local, « Rabat région aménagement ». La première tranche de ce fameux projet réalisé dans le cadre du programme « Rabat, ville des lumières », aura coûté 38 millions de dirhams au contribuable marocain. Cette œuvre architecturale qualifié de « génocide esthétique », a été pensée par l’architecte Karim Chakor, également derrière le musée Mohammed VI d’art moderne et contemporain ainsi que le Hyatt Place Taghazout Bay.

Depuis les récentes pluies de cette année, des dégâts importants ont été constatés sur la structure censée supporter l'échafaudage. Ces poutres métalliques jaunes initialement mal incorporées à leur environnement, gênants la vue des clients des cafés de la place, ont été rapidement entourés de flaques d’eaux stagnantes. Aussitôt, cela a fait renaître à l'échelle nationale, le débat autour de l’intérêt de ce chantier aux qualités esthétiques contestables, de son aspect massif loin de faire l’unanimité et surtout de son coût de plusieurs dizaines de millions de dirhams qui continuent à s’ajouter au grès des appels d’offres. Depuis, les flaques d’eau ont séchées et la base des poutres qui soutiennent l’échafaudage métallique a été colmatée pour empêcher une future infiltration. Autrement, le chantier n’a pas plus avancé que ça et semble arrêté dans le temps.

Les spécificités de la structure en « gridshell»

Pour la réalisation de cette canopée fortement controversée, il a été choisi d’adopter une structure métallique qualifiée dans le jargon architectural de structure légère de type « gridshell ». Contrairement à une structure lourde en béton par exemple, la structure légère a des spécificités particulières. D’abords disposant d’assemblages réguliers, les opérations de montage et de démontage sont plus faciles. La modularité de la structure est un autre point important. En effet, la préfabrication largement employée dans les structures légères facilite le déploiement en modules, qui peuvent prendre place sur le projet successivement dans le temps. Bien qu’une large partie du levage et de la mise en place des structures légères (de type gridshell ou nexorade), demande une interruption de trafic, et peuvent être montées en grande partie depuis les abords de l’infrastructure, le bilan carbone de ces structures souvent en matériaux recyclables, est plus favorable que celui de structures lourdes en béton par exemple.

À priori, ce choix semble être judicieux à bien des égards. Mais compte tenu de son intégration au site, et de l’histoire mythique de la place anciennement Pietri, ayant été un marché aux fleurs, il semble y avoir un décalage en termes d’échelle et de nécessité programmatique. Ce monstre métallique ne semble pas à sa place entre les petits cafés appréciés pour leur paisibilité. Au lieu de s’adapter aux besoins réels des rbatis, la canopée est en fait un «projet-statement» ayant pour but principal de projeter une image de faste sur la ville de Rabat.  Pour le reste, le projet ressemble fortement au Metropol Parasol ou Las Setas (ndlr : Les champignons) de Séville. Mais dans ce cas de figure il s’agit d’une structure de bois avec passerelle-belvédère, dont le programme comporte un restaurant ainsi qu’un antiquarium abritant plusieurs vestiges archéologiques datant de l'époque romaine, au sous-sol, signée Jürgen Mayer.

Une chronologie improbable

Suite à un premier appel d'offres lancé fin 2019 pour la création de la première tranche de la canopée, l’estimation des coûts des travaux  a été établie à plus de 51 millions de dirhams par le maître d’ouvrage. Finalement, c’est la société Menasteel Industry qui a décroché le marché public de 38 millions de dirhams.

Pour la tranche d’achèvement, deux appels d’offres se sont révélés infructueux, d’abords en juin 2020 puis en juillet 2020. Dans le premier appel d’offre estimé à plus de 7MDH, la Société Orionis a été évincée à l’issu de l’examen du dossier technique et administratif. Ensuite c’est la Société Jet Contractors qui a été écartée. Comme Menasteel Industry, Jet Contractors dépend du holding de Mohamed Adil Rtabi, AR Corp. Aussi, cette disqualification semble être justifiée par le budget demandé par Jet Contractors.En 2018, Jet Contractors s’est également vu confier, le toît du grand théâtre de Rabat, ainsi que le terminal 3 de l'aéroport Rabat-Salé en 2019, entre autres. À noter, que la filiale Jet Contractors International et domiciliée à Tanger Free Zone a été créée avec trois ex-Castel & Fromaget du groupe de BTP français Fayat.

Le deuxième appel d’offres relatif à la deuxième partie du projet de la canopée, a vu concourir en vain, les sociétés Satimed, Beg Ingenierie, Sobltrav et Raziki. L’estimation des coûts des travaux établie par le maître d’ouvrage est arrêtée à près de 9MDH. En effet, à l’exception de Sobltrav, les budgets demandés par les trois autres concurrents dépassaient tous le montant initialement estimé.

Enfin, dans un dernier appel d’offres établi en octobre 2020, le maître d’ouvrage a estimé les coûts du projet à un peu plus de 11MDH. La société Beg Ingenierie, a alors été retenue parmi trois concurrents pour avoir présenté l’offre la moins disante (10MDH). Pourtant, suite à cette désignation, un avis modificatif a été publié demandant aux concurrents dudit appel d’offres, de présenter échantillons, ainsi que documentation technique afférente.

Un projet inconnu des élus de la ville

Ce projet pourtant coûteux et d’envergure, n’aurait été «discuté dans aucune session du Conseil de la ville», selon l’élu Omar El Hyani. Pire encore Mohamed Seddiki, le maire maire PJDiste de la ville affirme « n’avoir aucune information sur le projet et n’est concerné ni de près ni de loin par cette problématique ». Suite au rejet quasi unanime du projet par le Conseil de Rabat, une demande d’enquête a été faite par des conseillers de gauche.

Alors que la deuxième tranche, pour l’achèvement du projet, et d’une valeur de 12 MDH, avait été lancée, le marché semble être étrangement arrêté. Aussi, nous n’avons aucune information supplémentaire sur une éventuelle enquête du Conseil de la ville. Par ailleurs, le Conseil de la région Rabat-Salé-Kénitra n’a pas voulu s’exprimer au sujet de cette controverse.

[marvelingjules]

Mike Smith, Roberto Luongo, Braden Holtby

Mike Smith: Who’s the most underrated player to you?

Jeez, so I just really started watching hockey THIS season and it’s mostly been whatever streams for Pens games I can find via tumblr, and whatever games were free on the NHL website, so like, I feel suuuuper unqualified to answer this lol. Like, Geno’s not underrated unless you’re the people in the NHL that make lists of great players, lol, but the rest of us Know, so I can’t say him. IDK? I feel like announcers don’t talk a lot about Tyson Barrie but he’s really solid from what I can tell. Really good about not just covering the blue line usually but also playing the puck more offensively and taking shots and stuff.

(Now, if I could babble in this about my local AHL team, I’d say this would be Kylington, because yeah he flubs up sometimes but honestly he’s pretty solid and he’s fast and when he does fuck up he gives it his all to make up for it. One game he got a penalty, which lead to the other team getting a goal putting them up like by two. He came out of that box on FIRE, lit that ice up, and got them a goal himself less than two minutes later. Then he came out on the ice again a bit later and fought to keep the puck away from their goalie, got it back in the offensive zone, and assited on that goal. But did he get a star of the game? No. Does the crowd cheer for him like ever? NO. Ugh.)

Roberto Luongo: Cried because of a trade?

I mean, like I said, I just REALLY got into things this season but like, did anyone NOT cry about Flower’s trade? Especially after his GOODBYE LETTER LIKE??? It still makes me emotional. (I’m super glad he’s doing so well, that also makes me stupidly emotional.)

Braden Holtby: Best flow in the league?

Again, I don’t feel very qualified to answer this question lol. (Fuck if I could answer regarding my local AHL team that’d be easy - Lomberg.)

I like Tanger’s flow - not too long, nice shape and all, and it looks always nice and soft, not greasy or lank or anything. I also think Erik Karlsson’s got some very nice flow, too, like his hair is just stupid-pretty looking most of the time.

Tyler Seguin seems like he’s going for growing his out, and I’m just waiting for him to put it into a man-bun and I imagine if he wanted he could pull off a damn nice flow.

Unrelated, but, my 19-year-old nephew - who does not play hockey, does not watch hockey, and has about only 10% interest in hockey mostly because he thinks it’s funny that I yell at my laptop (”You know they can’t hear you right?”) - came into my room while visiting the other weekend and said “Hey, have you seen my flow? It’s fucking nice huh?” and gave a hair flip. I almost choked trying not to laugh at him.

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TALIA BARNES, born August 25th 1989, NOLI aligned SINNER. WORKING: VP of PR @ DayStar Casino. LIVING: 6B @ Sunset Tower.

Once upon a time, you were a unicorn—or part of you was. Merged with ancient magics to prolong your life and ensure your existence, you reincarnate throughout the ages, one of the Noli; short for noli me tangere, or the promise Lucifer has made and always kept: if anyone tried to hurt you, he’d rend the world with his bare hands. Free in ways that most can’t dream of, you travel doing generous work, only to choose over and again to return to his side.

HISTORY:

2005 was the year everything changed for you. Before that, you were the daughter of a single mother, who was an immigrant from the southwestern coast of Karnataka, India, where Portuguese influence still had a hold on your religion and your name. She had been a widow when she gave birth to you, but no one believed she was still in mourning when she became pregnant. Looking for community, she uprooted her life to where the cypress trees took hold and where the sun dripped with tupelo honey: Louisiana. When you were born, there was a star-shaped birthmark on the nape of your neck, and she thought that made you special. Neither of you had any idea just how special until that fateful summer when Hurricane Katrina moved through. Before then, you were just a child playing at growing jasmine and marigold, ever with a green thumb, assimilating the best you knew how: there were no Catholic churches for miles, so you and your mother made do with what was left to you, some new fangled thing called Church of Saints, but it felt enough like home for you both. Something in a sermon had always stuck with you: “Every man's conscience is vile and depraved; you cannot depend on it to be your guide when it's you who must keep it satisfied.” It seemed like sage advice and has never once steered you from the right path, for yourself or when advising others.

When the hurricane came through, it shook clean everything that had ever mattered to you. Water like fangs and wind like claws, it was the closest you’d been to a war zone. Your city was drowning and you couldn’t do any miracle big enough to breathe it back to life. There came into town a man in a black coat who poured money in, helped evacuate, helped rebuild, and you caught his eye as an afterthought—but once you did, he couldn’t shake the look of being haunted. He managed to get you, amid all the horror and chaos, to give him a single dance, a small bright spot of joy. His name was Lucifer and he told you who you were, too: the tahash—the unicorn—said to have been hidden away, or ceased to exist. The truth is both. The first God, Baal, had made you for himself—or he made the first version of you—but Lucifer knew your gifts and your threats, knew your value, and so had hidden you away in mortal form so the world would never lose you. It was one of his first feats as the Devil: preserving something so good, even if it preserved his only vulnerability in the process. You, in all your forms, the first and every reincarnation after, have always been his weakness. He gave you all of your old journals so you could know your lives through your own words, gave you every freedom, and you loved him for it. Lucifer gave your mother and yourself a home in Las Vegas with no strings attached and you all continued to help aid Louisiana’s aftermath.

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Being soulmates with the Devil has taught you the power of choice, leaving the Saints for the Sinners of your own volition. You know the beauty in the darkness and choose it every time, in every life, yours a love affair that spans the ages. Some of your freedom is not by Lucifer’s hand, though, but your own nature: you are a walking poppet, anyone inflicting damage on you having it turned on themselves instead, making you untouchable. That can make life all the more difficult: the only way to hurt you is to hurt those you love best and miraculous healing is not among your skills. You often wish it was: if you could lay hands and heal, perhaps you could do more than fix broken bones. Perhaps you could make Heath less bitter, less sad and distant. Perhaps you could have saved the lives of those you lost in the hurricane. But instead, your protection is only for yourself. You find distraction in your gardening and morality in your philanthropy, as if to offset. If there is a part for you to play in this coming of the end of days, you hope it’s that, for once, you can save more lives than you harm. Whether the blood on your hands is your own doing or others’ inflictions, either way the damage is done. 

Talia is portrayed by Deepika Padukone. Changing the faceclaim is ALLOWED; alternates include Shraddha Kapoor and Priyanka Chopra. Talia is currently TAKEN and not available for application.

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Standard Profil, société multinationale d’industrie automobile situé à Tanger Free Zone recherche un Manager

Standard Profil, société multinationale d’industrie automobile situé à Tanger Free Zone recherche un Manager pour son département logistique.

Ayant une expérience de 7 ans minimum dans un poste de manager/directeur logistique dans L’industrie automobile, anglais courant obligatoire.

Si vous répondez aux critères, envoyez votre candidature à l’adresse hrmorocco@standardprofil.com

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Lear Corporation recrute 21 Profils (Rabat Kénitra Tanger)

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Lear Corporation recrute 21 Profils (Rabat Kénitra Tanger)

We are hiring in Rabat Electronic plant OEE Responsible. 

Main missions: 

Assists and supports Production & Maintenance managers, reporting to Operations Manager

OEE Manufacturing Indicator Daily monitoring and follow up during Serial Production & New projects Launching / Process series phases

Monitors specifically Availability & Efficiency performance results, making improvement proposals and following/consolidating the corresponding Improvement plan in coordination with Area Production managers, Maintenance, Quality and Methods/Manufacturing Engineering; implement additional tools to capture data when proceed

Leads and supports specific Continuous improvement activities: LEAN projects leadership, Reference/product changes management, SMED deployment, Layout optimization, Line Capacity balancing, Parts handling and Material Flow improvement, Inventory reduction,

Supports correct manufactures procedures in new projects, maximizing efficiency

Support deployment of norms and internal policies: Safety and Quality rules, Manufacturing Procedures, Continuous Layered audits activities, Best practices

Learns the rules; understands them; follows them, and participates in the energy, environment, safety and health program 

Reports all incidents, accidents and unsafe conditions and acts to supervisors or uses the system set up to facilitate reporting.

Takes personal responsibility for keeping selves, co-workers, and equipment free of hazards. 

Participates on saving energy and proposes suggestions to control it.

Ensure the conformance of products and processes according IATF, Customer specific requirements, and regulatory requirements

To be successful for this role: 

Proven experience in a similar position and environment (3 years at least)

Engineering degree 

Good communication skills: French, English is a must

We are hiring for our wiring plant in tangier a Quality Engineer. 

FUNCTIONS:

Learns and uses quality planning tools and analysis to formulate/facilitate quality plans for new products within the product delivery, order fulfillment or customer support processes.

Learns and uses quality tools consistent with quality processes to enable the focus on prevention by identifying and performing activities to minimize risk. Investigates product and process quality related issues and recommends changes to control plans and/or prints.

Gathers and analyzes data pertinent to quality tools in the Enterprise Order Fulfillment Process (EOFP), Enterprise Product Delivery Process (EPDP) and/or Customer Support Process (CSP).

Performs quality audits, including supporting International Standards Organization (ISO) audits, and maintains quality manual.

Inputs and maintains information in factory databases and systems.

Monitors quality plan tracking system.

Assists in reviews and investigations of warranty claim information.

KNOWLEDGE, SKILLS AND EXPERIENCE:

Knowledge of drawing and schematic interpretation, product models, geometric dimensioning and tolerancing. – Has a good understanding of the principles and can independently use the knowledge.

Knowledge of standard quality tools such as FMEA (Failure Modes Effect Analysis), SPC (Statistical Process Control), Root Cause Analysis, Statistics. – Has a general understanding of the principles and uses the knowledge with assistance.

Knowledge of manufacturing and/or distribution processes, quality, tooling, tool design, total preventative maintenance and facilities. – Has a general understanding of the principles and uses the knowledge with assistance.

Effective writing skills, including grammatical usage, persuasive copy and style. – Has a good understanding of the principles and can independently use the knowledge.

Knowledge of the content and format of information retrieval technologies and resources, including the ability to critically evaluate, assess, select and use them, and to communicate their value throughout the enterprise. – Has a general understanding of the principles and uses the knowledge with assistance. Geometric dimensioning and tolerances. (Has a good understanding of the principles and can independently use the knowledge.)

Understanding of specification systems and decision release systems. (Has a good understanding of the principles and can independently use the knowledge.)

Knowledge of standard quality tools such as FMEA (Failure Modes Effect Analysis), SPC (Statistical Process Control), Root Cause Analysis, Statistics. (Has a general understanding of the principles and uses the knowledge with assistance.)

Knowledge of industry standards for dimension and tolerances, weld symbols, etc. (Has a good understanding of the principles and can independently use the knowledge.)

SPC Knowledge

Weld process good understanding

Understanding Assembly as a Process

Experience with assembly manufacturing tools Operator Method Sheets (OMS) and Sequence of Events (SOE) understanding.

Languages: English and French

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Methods Engineer

We need your knowledge and passion for the automotive industry, Engineering degree and English negotiation level. We are looking for the best talent!

If you are a leader, focused on results, problem solver and business oriented, this is your opportunity to shine!

FUNCTIONS:  

Manage the industrial schedule, resources and budget for the Project

Represent the industrial organization of the project in internal or external (customers, suppliers) meetings

Manage the process development documentation

Ensure adequate interaction with the product development team to perform simultaneous engineering

Identify technical problems and make the necessary technical decisions within the limitations imposed by contractual requirements.

Draw up definitions and detailed specifications of tasks and sub-tasks or supervise their drafting by other resources if requested.

Define the materials or services to be purchased for engineering tasks within the allocated resource budget, in conjunction with the Project Engineer.

Approve all the technical design necessary for the purchase and/or construction of products to be supplied to the Client.

Participate to meetings to examine and, if necessary, audit the technical design, and take part in technical examinations with the Client. Cost and scheduling decisions which influence contractual obligations or other functions must be approved by the Project Engineer (if any) and communicated to the Engineering Manager and Project Manager.

Notify the Project Engineer (if any) and Engineering Manager of any problems occurring with any other engineering areas.

Perform all the necessary engineering verifications and calculations necessary for the methodology to be implemented.

Supervise and verify the drafting describing the methodology to be implemented.

Summarize and clarify in a manual all methodology activities, clearly identifying the show stoppers (if any). Transfer inside the manual all useful data derived by analyses performed by others.

Follow up activities onshore or in any construction place deemed necessary by the project.

All the above activities could be performed with different level of deepness for Project or Bid assistance performance.

Ensure the Management of Outsourced Engineering with Subcontractors.

KNOWLEDGE, SKILLS AND EXPERIENCE:

Bachelor’s degree in Mechanical or Industrial Engineering – preferred

proficiency using Microsoft Office Suite (Outlook, Word, Excel, PowerPoint)

Knowledge of Project Management principlesAbility to read and interpret Engineering drawings and specificationsSelf-starter, Ability to work both in a team and independently.

Languages

French, English.

Work Location: 

Tangier Free Zone

We are hiring for the New JIT plant in Kenitra a Plant Manager to initially start up the plant, develop the culture and then lead operational excellence and customer satisfaction through Employee engagement and Safety, fostering a culture of Continuous Improvement, flawless execution of Launches and active involvement in the Community.

This position needs a leader who is forward thinking and has the ability to see issues coming at him/herself well in advance of it happening.

Your missions:

Establish the plant KPIs in line with the corporate requirements and then to lead the team to consistently achieve the objectives

Build the culture and strong team working

Deploy a culture of manufacturing excellence

Drive flawless execution of new Launches

Develop and execute Employee engagement plan to ensure full team participation.

To be successful for this role:

Proven Leadership experience and team management of cross functions

Strong financial awareness and ability to manage budget

Deep understanding of automotive procedures

Experience of dealing with the customer

Familiar with Lean manufacturing principals and technics

Degree qualified Bachelor

Excellent communication skills at all levels and ability to influence

Experience with JIT assembly of seats would be preferred

Language Skills:

 Fluent English & French

Work Location: 

Working for a large automotive multinational company and based in the Electronic plant in Rabat (Technopolis), we are looking for a Finance Analyst to support the financial team to achieve common economic objectives of the plant, performing different controls and analysis (Overhead, Capex, Inventory), within deadlines in compliance with Sox and internal procedures.

Your missions:  

Elaborate the annual budget and monthly forecast. Additionally, make the corresponding walks to analyze the variances regarding the previous statements.

Build up the Gross profit report of the parts that are sold, in a weekly basic, and analyze the variances.

Improves financial status by analyzing results, monitoring variances, identifying trends and recommending actions to management.

Prepare and evaluate the profitability of the project approbation request, and ensure them approbation in the adequate level.

Insure daily operational report and improve data quality.

Insure Sales & GOGS monthly reconciliation.

Insure the monthly follow-up of overheads.

 Takes the responsibility for keeping selves, co-workers, and equipment free of hazards.

Participates on saving energy and proposes suggestions to control it.

To be successful for this role:

Minimum 2 years of proven experience in a similar position

Spirit of analysis

Good financial knowledge

Ability to prioritize work 

Language Skills:

Work Location: 

Rabat Plant (Technopolis)

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