#politically savy reader

[threepandas]

Bad End: Cold War

The receiving room was beautifully furnished. Neither overly ostentatious nor fussy in design. But it had a... coldness to it. This entire god forsaken building was, artfully hidden fireplaces be damned.

And it wasn't just the temperature.

The North may be a cold place, but the people there had always been a hardy one. Kind, if stoic. Not the sort for empty words and flamboyant gestures. So to see a building like this? One so very, very COLD? It spoke of something rotten. Something gone terribly wrong and far beyond control, hidden away out in the countryside where no one could stop it in time.

And it had.

And it DID.

And oh, how we SUFFERED for it, didn't we?

I didn't understand what went wrong. I knew, KNEW, because I was no fool, that the Story would change. Since I was remove a load bearing antagonist, how could it NOT? But... well, I did not wish to die. Certainly not for some other girl's love story. I refused to suffer. To be humiliated. To lead a life of pain and degradation. Just so she might frolic about with men, only to ultimately end up on the throne.

She would either have to find her way to greatness on her own merit, or settle of mediocrity. But it would NOT be built upon the back of my suffering. I gracefully bowed out. Took leave of the stage. And? Comported myself as befit a daughter of my house.

They were not... the most open. In fact, they struggled to connect. To offer or even receive comforts of any kind. But my family LOVED with a fierceness that would lead armies and burn nations. We were ABSOLUTE. And we? Stand TOGETHER. Always.

I would never forget. No matter how many days pass by. WHO I first saw when I opened my eyes. Clustered around my tiny form, rumbled and undignified in a way I would never see them again, with eyes that shone with such RELIEF. I never saw my mother's make run like that again. I half believe she hopes I do not remember.

But I DO.

And I always will.

In the Story, my character was a terror. Haughty and cruel. Sadistic. A wealthy brat that played God right up until all her sins came due. She drove a great deal of the early plot. I? Did none of those things. I threw myself into being a good daughter and a shining reflection upon the parents I loved.

I took my etiquette lessons seriously, to the delight of my teachers. My school work was promptly finished and followed by clarifying questions, to the joy of my tutors. I was polite to my peers. Overlooked their embarrassing early fumbles and mistakes. Helped them navigate social disasters with dignity. Promised nothing yet remained approachable.

My prospects had been ABYSMAL in the Story. It was part of the Narrative's punishment, I think. Though in hindsight, it is an ugly thing to do. A wonder I ever found such a story interesting enough to read. I imagine, it is the difference between tales and lived events? Nonetheless. My father was FLOODED with letters.

My poor mother absolutely HARRASED. Not an outing could go by, without SOMEONE mentioning their DEAR, SWEET son or nephew. To maintain proper appearances and neutrality, I was forced to attend more party's and events then I EVER wished to see.

I felt like a slab of meat up for auction. A show pony. But I also knew it was temporary. That I need only keep an eye out for a good, respectful man. Listen to the rumor mills. Discreetly bribe a few servants for information that "everyone knew". It was, after all, the way of things.

Should have been, the way of things.

But trouble started. Strange infighting, that started between boys and escalated to entire households. Tense, unspoken, lines dividing garden parties that only the day before were amicable. The Protagonist and her Harem of powerful players? Were BLIND to it.

Two of them were PRINCE for God sake! How had they been RAISED, that they could not feel the sudden shift in the socio-political landscape of their Father's court? He certainly could. And it clearly unnerved him. Yet? The Harem, each son's, each HEIRS, of some powerful position? Seemed both blind and deaf to all but the painfully obvious.

And even THAT? Was apparently unconnected to each other in their empty little minds. Had they nothing but flowers and glitter between their ears? One had to assume.

People were... accidentally forgotten. When invitations were sent. Then deliberately. Then OPENLY. Then? They were SNUBBED. Events deliberately scheduled on the same day, at the same time, as another. So all of polite society would have to CHOOSE. It was escalation.

And if it had been on or two houses? It would have been scandalous. Depending on the house, perhaps even worrying. A handful of houses? The king might have tried to get involved. Forcefully mediate. But it... it was somehow so much WORSE. Was EVERYWHERE.

Like someone had carefully examined the entirety of the Court for fault lines, then SWUNG. Some silent, careful, machination that left everyone at everyone's throat. Divided. Weak.

Easy to manipulate and control.

I could not for the life of me find the source of it all. My social season becoming swiftly more and more dangerous. Politically charged. People pushing and PUSHING for alliances I could not and WOULD NOT give without consulting my family. The capital was no longer safe. So... I quietly left.

Letters of vague excuse. Family matters, cousin so-n-so in their time of need, I'm sure you understand. Too late to stop me and under the cover of darkness.

It... I tell myself it is not my fault. That it would have happened either way. That I could not have known. But... but guilt is a heavy thing. It sits like lead in your gut. Like chains around your soul. They were waiting, I think. More, I suspect. Because...

Because the capital all but EXPLODED.

The carnage was IMMEDIATE. Not even a full day later, at a hunting party, the heir to one house shot the second son to another.

He did not survive.

The powder keg finally sparked and it all went up in flames. Alliances that had stood for centuries, shattered. Brother turned against brother. A wedding turned into a bloodbath, as the bride turned on both her family AND the groom, escaped into the night. Fights broke out everywhere.

The festering tension that had gone for so long unspoken? Could no longer be ignored. Would not, be ignored. The king was helpless to stop it all. The gaurd could only do so much. The fluffy, happy, empty headed little world of comfort the Protagonist knew? Was shredded to pieces.

It became starkly clear that the royal family... couldn't handle it.

That their heirs were... Weak.

Captain of the Gaurd, the Prime Minister, even the King's strongest supporter, the Duke of the East, ALL of them had... weak and ineffectual heirs. One or two could be a failing of parentage, but all together? They had let someone sabotage their sons. Make them puppets to be used and discarded at convenience.

The natural suspicion, of course, fell to the one most benefiting from said son's empty headedness. Much to the Harem's horror. No! Not their beloved shared girlfriend! That the world was burning around them? Of no consequence. But upsetting their darling little mouse? Unforgivable!

It was an act of true, genuine, paternal love; that those fools were banished by the king. They would have been killed horribly had they remained.

My family and I? Retreated to our lands. We had enough to survive. Our House and our People came first. We sent no messages, we received none. I practiced my frankly terrible embroidery. My maids gently CORRECTED my frankly terrible embroidery. The country BURNED.

Powerful people were picked off, one by one.

And wouldn't you know it? A new star was rising from the chaos. A voice of reason. Charismatic. Driven. Handsome and powerful, with the bloodline to match. Conveniently allied already to all those people who had replaced the Old Guard in government! How very serendipitous. That those positions should just... open up, like that. That he just HAPPEN to have such qualified people at the ready.

What ARE the odds?

My House knew our monster know. We watched. Careful. As he smiled and smiled. One hand open in welcome, the other? Holding a knife, hidden just out of sight. The king saw him for what he was. And the monster saw a worthy foe in the king. They were, after all, both very Dangerous men.

It was likely swordsmen duel.

Deadly steel clashing, shining, swift as it dances, from attack to defend to attack again. Experience versus youth. Power against power. The king was an old dragon, stood against a tiger come to see him dead. And though the dance was breathtaking? In the end... the dragon was old. Tired. And not the man he had once been.

The tiger won.

The king died in his sleep. Of... natural causes. No one believed it. No one dared say otherwise. The crown princess ascended the throne. She had played the game well. Taken after her Father. Been neglected in favor of her idiot brothers. In the Story, she was to be married off. A side character never to be heard from again.

It seems she was not content with such a fate.

Now she was Queen.

My family and I applauded. Polite. I hoped it marked the end of the strangeness. So many had died. So much had changed. Surely... surely it was over, wasn't it? But then? In the cold light of the early morning hours? A letter. Pristine and on a fine paper. Sat like a viper upon the table before us. A bomb.

My Father had stared at it, over steepled hands, like if he glared long enough? It would simply catch fire and burn away. The Monster's crest. Pressed lovingly into the wax. What... what did That Man want with us?

I watched him grit him teeth. Run his letter opener through paper like he was imagining jerking it across flesh, slitting the bastards throat for DARING to threaten his family. I held my mother's hand as he read. Watched his grip on the pages go white knuckled.

He didn't even tell a servant to burn it.

He slammed his chair back, in a terrible fury, and marched straight to the nearest fireplace to consign the letter to the flames. Over his dead body. Was his announcement. I... I had a terrible feeling it might be, whatever was on those pages.

The letters kept coming.

My Father burned them all.

Then? Trouble started.

And I did not need to see history twice, to know how it would end. I got up early. Waited near the damn GATES. My Father could not burn the letter before I read it, if I was there first. It... it was a marriage proposal. I... I did not understand. Why? For what POSSIBLE reason would he...?

It did not matter though, ultimately. I would be saying yes.

For my family? Anything.

And so I packed. My Father knew he couldn't stop me. I was entirely too much his daughter. It was why he had burned the letters. I was doing exactly what he would have done. He vowed to kill him. Slowly. Held me a swore. He would make me the loviest widow to ever live. My Mother promised to go look up family recipes for poisons. For rats, of course.

I loved them so, so much.

I LOVE them even now.

It is why I sit, back straight, fragrant tea untouched, in this cold but beautiful receiving room. I wear my best dress. The one that makes me look coldly beautiful. Elegant but untouchable. I feel like a winter spirit in it. Something made of ice and bone. I wear it when I want to feel stronger. I don't know if it's helping.

If I hold myself still. Count my breathing and do not think. I can almost... ALMOST? Slip into a trance, I think. Let my mind unfocus. They are keeping me waiting. It's a power play. So be it. You will find me unaffected. Bored even, by your petty displays. I stare peacefully into nothing. A statue in a silent room.

I hope I fucking unnerve them.

Confident footsteps. How quite has it become, that I can hear them, even through the door? I do not turn my head. Note absent-mindedly that the tea before me has long grown cold. This whole damn place is cold. I dispise it. The door is opened for the master of this house. I pointedly do not greet him.

"Aaah~, So COLD" He sing song's, almost chiding, it'd be nearly playful if not for the hint of something darker threaded through his voice. He has an almost victorious little bounce to his step as he approaches. "But then again, I already knew that, didn't I? Frigid, untouchable, and unfeeling~ Now? Now you're MINE~"

He laughs. There is something half disbelieving, half euphoric in the noise. Like he's finally gotten everything he's ever wanted and doesn't know what to DO with himself. He invades my space. Looms. Eyes a touch too wide as he stares. Drinking in the sight of me sitting before him, like he can't believe it's real.

"Do you know, snowdrop? How long it TOOK? What I had to DO to achieve this? Ha ha!" The grin that spills across his feature is unhinged. All I can do is sit, tense and frozen before a madman, as he speaks. "The WHINING, the COMPLAINING, the 'what about meeeee'~! They never shut UP! Wretched and pathetic to the last, they panted after you like DOGS."

Hands slid from his pockets, to come to rest on either side of me on the arm rests, bracing and caging me in. Trapping me as he leaned down. Entirely too close. He smelled like winter air, sharp but clean. His eyes were a blue grey so hauntingly pale, they seemed to bore straight into the soul.

"But they were so GREEDY. So DESPERATE for power. It was EASY, to play them like fools against each other. Make them DANCE. And worth it. Because I get what I wanted~ The brat get her silly little throne, and you?" His grin was all teeth. One hand coming up to rest on my head. "Now you can NEVER escape me."

The hand slid, slow and fingers splayed, downwards. Possessive as each finger brushed, stroked, the side of my face. My jaw. My neck. His eyes following it down with something that could only be blatant lust. His grip tightened around my neck. Not enough to choke. Just, it seemed, to prove to himself that he COULD.

His thumb rest again my pulse, facinated.

Sliding back up to cup my chin, gently forcing my head up, so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. His eyes were dilated. I glared.

"I am going to RUIN you." He whispered, sounding entirely too reverent. As though it were some act of worship he had planned. "Take you apart at the seams. Pretty, pretty little thing. Mine, all mine~"

"I saw you first, you know. You couldn't even be bothered to look at me. I tried all night. That's when I KNEW. I was going to hunt you down. MAKE you mine. Marry you and destroy anyone and anything that stood in my way. And I DID~♡"

"I'm going to have each and every part of you, Darling. Love you and love you until you can't HELP but love me back. We are going to be BEAUTIFUL together. You don't have a choice~♡"

[writingsbychlo]

Hello there! How we survive-azriel is one of my favorite fics because of how well written it is and honestly I love reader's relationship with Rhys:pure platonic love coming from two people that were desperately trying to keep each other sane.

I couldn't help but think and think the reason why Amarantha chose to invite Rhys and the reader among all the powerful members of the inner circle then it hits me: what if reader and Rhys used to be engaged, meant to marry him for political reasons-they were matched by rhys' father until he died and reader was free to be with Az who was her mate.

Reader is a courtier, extremely powerful and political-savy: she was prepared and shaped to be lady of Night until Rhys and reader chose to break off the engagement.

Although they were both free, Amarantha knew reader was a powerful asset and very important to Rhys; so she lays all her cards and takes reader as hostage.

What if reader took under her wing Feyre to prepare her to be high lady😘

and I can't stop thinking about that high lord's meeting where Baron calls Rhys a whore and what if she calls the reader the mistress' whore

Azriel is very close to commite an homicide, Rhys is very close to lose his composure then Feyre defends the reader:" the reader is one of mine citizen, one of the night court's emissary and a close friend to the high lord and mine as well..if you insult her, you are insulting me

Girl supporting each other supremacy

Also the spymaster and the courtier>>>

Reader and Az working in the shadows>>> her being a powerful political figure and manipulating the events, Az working in the shadows and having eyes and ears everywhere>>>POWER COUPLE

this felt like reading a fanfic of my own fanfic lol thank you 😅😌

[katsumiiii]

Hear me out bringing kirishima to the cookout(Bye I don’t know how to request from a moot I saw your post and wanted to be nice)

I got u babes! hope you like these headcanons 💗

Cookout

eijirou kirishima x gn! black reader

fluff headcanons

he’s so scared to meet your family

he doesn’t want to make a bad impression

but he won’t show you he’s scared because it’s not manly

but it’s rlly obvious

“eiji are you okay? you’re sweating.”

“of course im fine babe! and this isn’t sweat! it’s water from the fog!”

“........”

you just let him have that one

anyways he has to take time to get mentally prepared in the car

so while you’re just listening to your music, driving to your house

he’s like planning what he’s gonna say and shit

“okay you gotta call them ma’am and sir. god I hope her dad doesn’t hate me! it’s not manly for my s/o’s dad to hate me”

“eiji stop hyperventilating.”

once you get to the house he visibly calms down

“you good?”

“im perfect! let’s go in!”

atp he’s more excited then scared

because he gets to meet the people who you love more than anything

but he’s still nervous

because he feels like this is an important step in your relationship

and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up

once you guys walk in the door hes shocked by how many people there were

“is this...all your family?”

“yeah.”

“are you sure?”

“yes......”

he meets your mom first

she’s sitting down with your aunts chatting it up

he goes up to her with that charming smile and light blush on his cheeks

holding out his hand so she could shake it

“hi ma’am! my names kirishima and I’m your childs boyfriend!”

she looks him up and down

he starts to laugh nervously, shifting back and forth on his feet

“well aren’t you cute? don’t be so tense baby.”

she pulls him into a hug squeezing the life out of him

he sends you a thumbs up over her shoulder and mouths “I did it!!”

pls he’s so cute

anyways your aunts LOVE him

“y/n you picked up a good one, he’s so polite and fit! if I was younger I would-”

“AUNTIE?!!!”

y’all continue to move around the house meeting some more people, and eventually make your way to the backyard

he sees all the food and almsot goes CRAZY

“babe, what are those over there called?”

“ribs...?”

“yeah! I think I want some of those.”

bless his poor soul

you decide that you’d get him a plate of food, not wanting him to get confused or lost

bc trust me he would get lost

so he sits in a chair at a table, talking to your little cousins about being a hero

“being a hero is super manly! you get to save people and bring smiles to their faces! pretty cool huh?”

“do you guys get paid?”

“yeah of course we do! but the most important thing is savi-”

“how much y’all get paid?”

“uh....$300,000 a month.”

“HELL YEAH IMMA BE A HERO!”

well at least they want to be hero’s

anyways when you came back with the food he is drooling

“babe this looks so good!”

“eat up baby.”

yeah he eats it all in like 4 minutes

then asks for more 🧍🏾‍♀️

atp he’s gonna eat all the damn food

anyways so fast forward, you guys are talking with some more of your family

they’re asking him questions about his job and things like that

and your father comes over

“y/n? I heart you brought your little boyfriend over here.”

“yes I did dad. please be nice to him.”

“ill try.”

no he won’t

he stares kirishima down for a good 2 minutes

“so, your the man dating my child?”

“yes sir!”

your dad likes how he doesn’t back down

“well, you best treat them right. or I’ll kick your ass.”

“if I ever were to hurt them, I’d let you hurt me all you want sir!”

your dad doesn’t say anything, causing everyone else to tense up

then he smiles, clapping him on the shoulder

“welcome to the family son!”

all in all it was a good experience, and nobody in your family hates kirishima

I mean how could they?

tagging: @lilsparkyswife @blackweebtrash @angiebug101 @mypimpademia @myhoodacademia @sisifromthed @quincywrites @moxie-elle @xetou @yvesthelesbian @solar3lunar @maddip21

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[stardust-kenobi]

Let Me Help You

Obi Wan x Reader

Summary: Obi Wan isn’t very tech-savy, and he wants you to help him with his computer while you two sit in the Jedi Temple library. You offer your assistance, and decide to help him in other ways, too.

Warnings: smut, dub-con!!, male oral receiving, public oral sex

Word count: 2k

A/N: ⚠️please DO NOT read if you’re uncomfortable with dub-con. It’s not for everyone. (In this specific plot it’s used because Obi Wan is trying to be a good Jedi) Consent is slightly more clear right before the act.

This was requested by anon! Thanks lovely, hope you enjoy 💕

(my gif)

Obi Wan’s face became more frustrated by the second. You sat across from him in the Temple library. You’d joined your friend today because he wanted the company while he completed some tasks undoubtedly related to his Jedi duties. 

“You alright?” You inquired, attempting to withhold a giggle at the sight of a man who is so usually calm becoming annoyed at technology.

“This datapad is going to drive me mad” he huffed. His fingers furiously tapped away at his attempted tasks.

“Sounds like a user-error” you teased him while continuing to stare at him. He looked up at you, obviously trying not to smile back. “And it’s a desktop computer, so, not technically a data pad” you jokingly corrected him.

“Well, whatever it is, it doesn’t like me very much” he remarked and returned his attention to the illuminated screen.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to navigate the archives here but it keeps telling me I’m typing in invalid coordinates” his voice grew more annoyed.

“Would you like my help?” You offered kindly

“No, that’s not necessary.” He politely declined.

You waited, not responding, knowing he’d change his mind after another failed attempt. His eyes shot upward at you across the table and quickly looked back down, but then hesitantly returned to your gaze.

“Maybe I could use your help, y/n” he finally admitted.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought” you rose from your seat and headed around the table. You observed the room, and no one was around. You hadn’t seen anyone in the library since you walked in. You could probably hear a pin drop in the vast silence. You came around behind his chair and leaned down next to him. Obi Wan’s eyes could not have been less discreet as they peered over to your chest that was now at his eye level. Your shirt was low cut, and perhaps a little too tight, but nothing you wouldn’t normally wear. You noticed but said nothing to Obi Wan, just flattered that he wanted to look.

“Let me try and enter the coordinates. What were they?” You inquired. He gave you the same numbers he had been typing in. You unfortunately found yourself having the same issue he was having. Obi Wan laughed, mocking you for thinking it was his fault.

“User-error, was it?” He teased you. You shook your head and giggled.

“Let me try something else” you said. You attempted other methods in order to make it work. 

“Why don’t you pull up a chair?” He suggested.

You looked around, there were no chairs close, except for your chair on the other side of the table.

“Oh no, that’s alright” you shrugged, but then an idea crept into your devious, sexually deprived head. You checked your surroundings again, no one was in the library. It was late, anyways, so it wasn’t unusual.

Obi Wan’s lap sat there, open and empty, legs spread open, as if it was waiting on you to fill the space. You slowly moved your hips downward and over onto his thighs. He didn’t say a word, protest, or even make a sound, until you were fully seated on his unprepared lap.

“Oh, um...alright then” he stuttered, unsure what to say, but didn’t reject you either.

“Sorry, I saw a perfectly good seat and took it. That okay?” You clearly played innocent.

He roughly cleared his throat and breathed out hard. His built up sexual tension was obvious, and you preyed on it guiltlessly.

“No problem at all” he chuckled, finally responding to you. Continuing to work at the computer in your new found seat, you rotated your hips side to side subtly, pressing more firm into him. Hardly any time had passed before you felt him grow aroused under your ass. You smirked, loving the effect you were having on him.

“Oh, there we go, it worked!” you announced suddenly. The screen displayed the archive location that he searched for, after tweaking with the settings for a bit.

“What worked?” He breathed out, clearly more flustered than the last time he spoke. It was as if he was snapped out of a trance. He was incredibly distracted and couldn’t even recall for the moment what you were even helping him with.

“The...computer?” You stated the obvious, turning around sharply to meet his eyes.

“Right!” He shyly remembered.

His erection was continuing to grow and he wondered if you could feel it against you.

“Something wrong, Obi Wan?” You asked him, Both of you were fully aware of what was happening, but the lack of direct communication refused to acknowledge it plainly.

“Oh, I’m fine” He replied, clearing his throat again.

“You sure? You seemed flustered” You pushed the conversation further.

“Y-yes I'm, uh, I’m sure” he stumbled over his words.

“Seems like you’re having a hard time with your words there, Master Kenobi” you purred, wasting no time dancing around the idea. “Well, something is hard” you smirked, getting close to his face while sitting sideways across his thighs.

His breath hitched in his throat when he heard your voice turn sensual. Obi Wan said nothing because he wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted you, that you could tell, but a man that lived so strictly by the Jedi code would be hard to crack. And in public? He’d be insane to let you seduce him.

“Y/n...” he groaned deeply. His body language communicating how hard it was to restrain himself.

“Yes?” You whispered while moving your lips to his bare neck. You placed your lips at his supple skin and pecked slowly and lightly.

“As lovely as this is, I can’t” he protested. “It’s forbidden for me to engage in this, y/n, you know that”

Regardless, your lips continued working at his neck. A hum, almost resembling a moan, crawled from his mouth.

“You’re telling me, that if I got on my knees, right now, right here in front of you, that you wouldn’t want me to suck your cock?” You purred so softly directly into his ear. You observed the chills that cascading down his body and you smiled against his skin.

“Stars, y/n, I’ve never heard you talk like this” He avoided the question, his breathing still tense. You felt his hips buck slightly up into your weight.

“I know how stressed you are, Obi Wan, let me help you” you offered. He looked into your eyes for a moment. Desperation was hidden deep in his gaze. He wanted a release, but had to make a decision of his morality and his loyalty to the Jedi Order.

“You want to do that to me...here?” He inquired the absurdity of your offered actions and especially there in public. His tone was so innocent and clueless to your attraction to him.

“Oh, Master Kenobi, it’d be my pleasure” you called him by his formal name yet again, even though you’d only ever called him Obi Wan. You assumed it might turn him on. You were right.

You softly press your lips onto his. He received your lips hesitantly, but then eagerly. You moved to straddle him, placing both legs on either side of his hips. You pushed your hips forward, curling them into his bulge. Becoming more comfortable with your touch, Obi Wan’s lips danced with yours passionately.

Butterflies fluttered in your belly as you finally acted on your eager built up desires for him.

“But, y/n, the Council -” he began again, breaking the kiss, and still worried for his long list of ethical restrictions on his life.

“I don’t see them here...do you? And we both know Anakin doesn’t follow the rules, does he?” You persisted.

“Well, no. I suppose you’re right” he whispered back, laughing quietly at your comment. He was nervous, but it was impossible for him to hide his new hunger for your lips around his cock.

“Allow yourself some fun, Master”

“Y/n, I want to, but I’ve never done anything like this before” He admitted casually.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you” you sweetly assured him.

“Okay, darling, but I do believe we must make this quick” he finally fully accepted the idea, but looked quickly around the very large room to confirm you were alone together.

“Oh it won’t take me long at all” you winked at him.

Removing yourself from his lap, his eyes never left you as he was unsure of your next step. You got on your knees in front of him, as you promised. His hands eagerly fumbled to pull his trousers down. You met his hands halfway and took over.

His cock begged to be let free from its restraints. Once the cloth passed his full length, it sprung out and met your eye level. He was so adorably nervous. You released a moan at the sight of him exposed to you.

You wrapped your hand around him and the contact made him twitch. He breathed out heavily as he’d never been touched like this by another person. Your eyes met his lustful gaze. You raised your eyebrows, non verbally asking If he was ready. He nodded his head, and you proceeded.

Your lips parted widely to bring him into your mouth. Your eyes locked as you lowered your mouth completely down his length, taking all of him into you. A feeling so unfamiliar to him caused Obi Wan to grip the arm rest of the chair. He breathed in sharply, and exhaled the sweetest moan. Using the moisture from your mouth, you glided yourself up and down slowly.

“Oh my stars, y/n” he whispered. You two knew you still needed to be quiet, in case someone was close.

Obi Wan was so sensitive and touch starved beyond belief. No matter how hard he tried to muffle himself, he was unsuccessful. Your ears were graced with the delicate sounds escaping his lips as you brought him more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before.

“Fuck” he cried, already so close to his climax from your skilled motions. Vulgarity flying from him was a new sound to you and it earned a warm sensation inside of you.

An aching formed between your legs, a feeling of pleasure that was all too familiar to you. You wanted him to take you right then and there, but you’d surely get caught. Another time, you thought.

Removing your mouth to rest your jaw, you pumped your hands around him. You looked up at him, his eyes had still not broken contact with you while you created a euphoric form of pleasure for him for the first time.

“Y/n...” he whimpered

“Yes, Master Kenobi?” You cooed and smiled at him. He formed a grin down at you that quickly turned back into his O-face as you pumped him faster.

“I’m...oh my” he started, his body couldn’t stay still.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Oh, yes, y/n. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum” he whined.

You returned the moisture of your mouth back to his cock and sloppily, yet rhythmically, sucked him continuously, responding to the way his body moved and the sound of his moans. The veins in his length twitched and his hips shifted.

Obi Wan threw his head back in ecstasy and just then you felt your throat become coated in his hot cum. The suppression of the growls that formed from his climax was intense and deep, somehow loud and quiet simultaneously.

You swallowed him up and removed your mouth from his sensitive parts. Obi Wan’s head was still laid back, you watched as his chest rose and fell with the effort to catch his breath.

“Was that alright?” You asked, giggling, knowing the answer already.

“Well, I...darling that was...incredible” he finally expressed in between his deep breaths.

You helped him pull his trousers back up and plant a kiss on his cheek as you stood.

“Glad I could be of some assistance for you tonight” you winked.

He was blushing, still in disbelief that you two just engaged in such an act. He was so precious and shy about the whole thing, but enjoyed every single second of it.

“Perhaps maybe I can help you next time, hm?” He suggested. You bite your lip, already growing eager for the next time you’d be alone with him.

Kinda wanna make a part 2??

[sintreaties]

I LOVE how you write ririsaya,

yumary is justt not how i imagine them but still, the other amazing writing makes me not really care about a detail like that

your fic is a 10/10

Thank you! And I mean, yumary isn’t how I want it either, given that I don’t understand Yumeko’s character and that I don’t ship them 💀

But here’s the thing though! This is something very important: if you believe that something doesn’t work in my writing, just let me know! I am stubborn and I can be insufferably arrogant, but as long as we’re all respectful and polite the readers’ opinion still matters to me. I don’t read fanfiction, I’m not savy of the genre and thus I am ignorant of what people expect. Now that I don’t care as much anymore about certain things, I’m all the more willing to listen.

I hope there will be more comments like this in the future. Just tell me what doesn’t work and how you’d expect me to fix it, if you feel like it!

[savysavannah]

Challenge 1 part 2

The fact that I /haven’t/ partied and just listed other strategies that /weren’t/ partying proves that I’m going to be unreliable?

No. What I'm saying is that you haven't been out of school for long enough to know if you're going to lean on that again and you aren't at the same level of pressure, and your uncertainty over what you're going to do, since I'll bring up your word choice of "perhaps" makes me nervous about your future ability to succeed.

*flatly* The “perhaps” was sarcastic, pointing out things I’d already said.

You shouldnt use sarcasm during a serious discussion, it's confusing. *huffs and goes to get her heels*

*he sighs through his nose* Apologies. *he watches her for a moment, then asks with a message noted tone* Let me walk you back to the palace?

*less annoyed

No thanks. I am quite capable of walking on my own and you've got baskets to attend to.

I was heading in soon anyway. *he shrugs*

*sucks in a breathe because it means she cant run away on her own now and slips on her shoes then fixes her pants* Alright since you're walking the same way anyways.

*he nods, waiting for her to have her shoes on before starting to walk, making sure to walk at a pace she can keep up with*

*she looks at the ground. Shes embarassed and mad and doesn't quite know what to say*

*after a moment savy finally breaks the silence and stops walking to face him* Look- I'm sorry I was harsh and critical of you. *pauses* It wasn't fair of me to do. I was curious and am a good people reader so I asked, work makes me critical of what people say so I had to attack and digest what you said. It was impolite and rude of me to do and I'm sorry for any offense I've given.

It’s okay. *he gives her a small smile, then looks away* I get it. I’d be doubtful of my abilities too, if I saw what everyone else in this country sees, through the media. But... knowing that the fate of an entire nation, and millions of lives, is going to lie in your hands in the near future is terrifying, and I just wanted to... I don’t know, be a teenager for a few years. *he shrugs* I knew it would be over quickly, anyway.

You mentioned it earlier and I thought it made sense. When you said it was just a lot of pressure from a young age, it kinda clicked to me that you were once- and still kind of are, also a kid. We get terrified too, you're scared to have our nation and lives in your hands, but we're equally scared of them being out of our control. It's easy for us to turn that fear into anger and hypercritisim of a kid. That isn't right. *pauses for a moment* I'm sorry for that too.

*he shakes his head, giving her a small smile* You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s not like my actions or the national response to them are your fault.

No but being part of that response is something I can apologize for. I have had many discussions over the bleakness of our future under your reign, and talking about someone behind their back, even a public figure, still warrents an apology.

*he chuckles a little wryly, shaking his head again* People should be talking about politics, and keeping themselves informed on their leaders and their decisions, and forming their own opinions. And if it’s any consolation, being in the public eye is something I’m used to dealing with, at this point. It’s just another part of life *he shrugs*

*chuckles* and you haven't punched someone yet as far as I know. *blushes* not that I punched someone. *sighs because now he needs context* I was at a sushi bar when the selected were announced with my brothers, long story short I got surprised that I was in and cried outside the sushi place, passerbyer had a camera and wouldn't leave me alone. My older brother Danny punched him. So at in a positive light you've managed it better than that.

*he chuckles* I thought you meant that you had punched someone, and I was almost going to ask if the poor guy had lived to tell the tale

*chuckles too* No I have punched someone before though. *thinks* two people before. One was when I- three people actually. *think* that's really it though. But anyways, One was when I was in like elementary school. Bully on the playground. Another was in high school, asshole creep. Third was in undergrad, another asshole creep. And those are excluding my brothers because who knows how many times I've had to square up with them.

*he grins a little wider at that* How many brothers do you have?

Ughs three. And get this their names are Danny, Daniel, and Dan. My fathers name is Daniel. Anyways, they're all older than me so they've always done stupid shit in the name of "protecting me" such as threatening exs and any guy who I've been friends with.

*he chuckles a little at that, and his eyes widen a little when she mentions the names* Should i be nervous, then? Am I going to wake up one day during the selection and find them all lined up in my doorway?

Oh it's very possible. Though, Danny seemed hopeful that this would be something good for me so he may be able to hold them back. He's probably the most responsible of us, also the oldest.

*he raises his eyebrows* Ah, I see. Are you all in law too?

*laughs* No the other two are total morons. My dad runs a sports analytics company, they all work for the company. I was planning on it too before law. Not entirely sure what they do in it though. Danny's much higher up though and seems to actually like the work. Dan just likes the benefits finacial and other. Daniel just kinda does it because he had family to get in.

*he smiles a little* Hey, sports analytics is pretty cool. The way the statistics work, to calculate which team is likely to win the next year, and all that. *he waves a hand through the air* I always thought it was interesting.

I do not at all. I think it's really boring and a waste of time but if they're happy being nerds they can do that. My dad meet my mom through it though, and Dan his wife so I guess it's good for that though.

*he laughs a little, joking* Dang, maybe I should just call off the selection, and go take a summer internship in sports analytics instead

Apperantly it's really easy, just gotta flirt a little with one of the cheerleaders at a game, boom you're in wife found.

*he raises his brows* Really? That simple? *he shakes his head, still joking* We’ve been going about this all wrong for generations now

Absolutely! Though then the choices would be limited to twos, but nonetheless, would probably be faster

*he frowns* That would leave too many incredibly smart and capable women out of the mix, which isn’t fair. *joking* I guess that’s why we have a selection instead of just going into sports analytics, after all

Mhm. The one and only reason for it.

You know, I did mention when I proposed the idea of a selection that I thought it would be good to get the perspectives of people from different walks of life all over the country. *he shrugs*

Its a good reason. Other perspectives can be very inspiring, I was even just speaking with another selected the otherday and got a new idea for a program within the ICLU. Easy inspiration in just speaking with others

*he has a small smile* I’m glad you think so.

*nods* I don't think I said thank you. Thank you for the help with my heel. I'm somehow still not the best at them despite having worn them for years, just don't have the instinct to not walk in gravel while wearing them. *chuckles* here's hoping survival of the fittess doesn't knock me down.

*he chuckles and shakes his head* Anytime *they’re getting closer to the palace now, and once they get there, he holds the door open for her, joking* Maybe next time I’ll even sweep you off your feet

*kinda snorts then blushes FURIOUSLY becauze she snorted* Thank you for the door, the pick up line not so much.

*he pretends to be offended* But the manners and the jokes are a package deal.

*does a joking dramatic cringe* Oof, you may have more problems finding a wife than previosuly thought then.

*he laughs* I sure hope not. *he stops, inclining his head towards a hallway to the side* Ive got to head this way, but it was great seeing you, savannah

*curtseys* A pleasure, *pauses* Damian.

*he smiles* Likewise. *he takes a few steps backwards down the hallway, then turns around and starts walking away*

*nods and goes the other way*

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Would you be ok with a yanderetalk where Taeyong’s s/o goes totally nuts after too many punishments, all her loved ones dying and Taeyong doing whatever he wants, and starts killing people she sees him with? Figured I should ask first ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (call me 🔪)

well, the way I see it is that if anyone has a problem with it they can message me POLITELY to tell me to put some trigger warnings on it or something like that.

I highly doubt it will be a big deal since I’ve limited all of my yandere related content to yandere tags so that people who see it are those who are looking for that sort of shit rather than anyone and everyone since I wouldn’t want a repeat of past shit that had nearly caused this blog to go down in flames.

If you want to do a yanderetalks where the reader or the yandere (or both) goes balls-deep bat-shit crazy then, by all means, lets get that party started.

~Savie

[sauradevelopers]

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Writing a professional essay on architecture as a PRO is not that simple, because you have to make several type of analyses and approach each type of building or complex from another side. With the help with expert architecture writers from a professional essay writing service we’ve composed a brilliant manual you can use for ANY major building type and the city as a whole. Just answer the questions and you are done with your professional architecture essay.

Skyscrapers:

Learn the history of the building. Evaluating a skyscraper without knowing the past will be extremely difficult.

Include spatial parameters in the first paragraphs. From what image do you want to start the text? Where do you put the reader in relation to the building?

Choose your own path. Will you take the reader through space from the inside to the outside? Or vice versa? Do you focus on the figure of the architect or on his works? Be able to choose.

Museums:

Write ten things not necessarily related to architecture which come to your mind when you think of a museum? What kind of superhero could he be? Does he have a theme song? What role could this building play in the plot of a romantic comedy? Does it have a context – poetic, scientific, commercial, ecological?

Now back to reality. View the museum in its surroundings from different perspectives. Is the building part of a territory development plan? What place does it take in this plan? Are there buildings with similar features nearby or is it isolated? What role can a building play in the urban narrative?

Move inside. How do the relationships between the inner and the outer line up? Between the shell and the content? Who is this building for? What makes architecture stand out: building, collection, shop, cafe?

What is the strength and style of this particular museum? Use free associations to convey this image to the reader, let him travel.

Cultural heritage:

Criticism works better when the critic clearly presents the result. Identify a recent or ongoing conservation debate. Identify those interested in the decision to preserve, renovate or demolish. Who speaks in favor of preserving the building, and who is against? What values are important to both parties? Which ones are important to you and why?

Find your perspective on how to look at a problem by asking yourself: is this building valuable in and of itself or as part of an established ensemble? What will be of great public benefit — preservation or destruction? Put forward your point of view at the beginning of the text and then confirm it with the help of history, visual description, and political context.

Here are some more questions that can be considered in the text: What is the history of the monument and how does it relate to its current state? What are its advantages and disadvantages? Can you show why you need to keep it? Who will benefit from destruction or preservation? What are the possible real mechanisms that can change the fate of the building?

Public places:

Determine how each space is embedded in urban fabric? Is it open or closed? To whom does this affiliation belong and is visible? Who occupies the space? Is this space a memorable place?

When describing public spaces, focus on observation and description. Describe what events occur in this space and how they contribute (or not contribute) to public life.

Parks (or any artificial landscape):

Does the landscape create new opportunities for social interactions?

Are artificial landscapes necessary for the city? Is grass needed in them? Benches? Open spaces?

To be a source of development: where can a park be located in a city? How does he change his outlines and accents?

Can design be superfluous in the park? Compare old and modern parks, pay attention to design elements such as benches, lighting, plants, and walkways. Which ones are more popular? What are more comfortable?

Cities:

Explore the master plan for the development of your city. Then explore the existing urban structure – does it have mixed development areas? Areas with buildings from different eras? Cameras on the street? Who uses the streets and parks? What time of day?

From the same perspective, explore existing development projects, working with plans and rendering.

Read the news about the project and start monitoring its implementation. Proceed to the text only when you can find such a perspective in the project of urban development, which was not voiced by other critics and journalists. Enter the time element in your study, write small notes (no more than five hundred words), comment on what you see, read and hear. Try to write at least once a week, following the project for several months. Make conclusions and predictions. Go back to the records, analyze how reality coincided or did not coincide with your assumptions.

  If your assignment goes beyond this manual or you simply don’t have enough time to deal with it before the deadline, it may be a reasonable choice to hire a professional academic writing service to process your write my essay for me request. No matter which way you choose, make sure to allocate some time for final proofreading.

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