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Waiting

The soft sand beneath your feet. The gentle waves rolling off the stones of the land. The faint sound of eagles soaring in the sky, unbound by the land. The scent of calm- as your friend would say- drifting with the breeze.

This was peace.

But if only the one you cherished most was here to enjoy this moment with you. A conversation you had only hours ago.

“Can’t you stay a while longer? It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other…”

“You know I cannot.” He looked towards the sea. “Besides, I am indebted to Beidou for taking me in, even as a fugitive.”

“But still…”

You sighed. “Fine. Just… come back quickly, okay? I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t come back soon.”

He tilted his head, “What you did before you met me?”

You shook your head, a smile creeping onto your face.

You sighed, drawing your knees up to your chest. If only he knew of how you waited for him. If only he knew how much you thought of him.

If only he knew how much you loved him.

But for now, you would have to settle for waiting.

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Feedback would be appreciated! This is just a sort of practice.

First Glance (Part Two)

It had been a ridiculously long time since you have last seen Anakin. All due to the sudden wave of Jedi trainings, sparring, missions and improving yourself that washed over you like a bucket of ice cold water. Nevertheless, you had to prepare yourself to take the trials. During sessions with the Council, missions with your master and sparring with other Padawan's, you found your mind focused more than ever.

Naturally, with your strict schedule of seemingly endless work, you found no time to think of wandering the Jedi Temple halls. Tempting as they may be, you did commit to undergo Jedi training, and as a Padawan, you had to stay focused. You were determined to not let anything stand in your way, even if it did cost you the possibility of seeing Anakin again. Currently, your mind was busy with turning into bed with a heavy head and full stomach.

Changing gracefully into your nightgown, you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to the door to your quarters. Just beyond those doors was the chance to clear your head, to get Anakin out of your head. Even then, your feet stayed planted firmly onto the smooth carpet, once done with your nightgown, you walked to your bed, slipping under the covers with a relieved sigh.

As you closed your eyes, you felt your entire body relax and your mind start to rest. No doubt the best part of your day, you let yourself go completely, surrendering to the mansions of rest. A few hours into your peaceful slumber, Anakin slipped into your room. Why? Because he longed to see you. Over the time you two had been away, his mind was restless with thoughts of speaking to you again, and once he haunted the halls of the Temple, while others were completely unaware, he was waiting for you. When you never once showed, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

And that is what led him to you now, his eyes went to your sleeping figure, taking in your amicable figure, how your chest heaved in a serene rhythm, it made him feel a need to protect you. He sat in a chair a few feet from your bed, studying how your sleeping figure was lightened by the beams of twilight that sneaked in through your window.

"I've missed you, Y\N." He breathed, as quiet as the wind. Anakin leaned forward, close to your face as he caressed your cheeks. A touch characterized by the amount of affection he felt for you now, which he did not completely understand at this moment. Touching you felt like a dream, even if it was just your cheeks, it made him feel whole. You stirred, turning ever so slightly, and Anakin retracted back into his chair. Had he awoken you? "Anakin?" You asked softly, and he could feel his heartbeat speed up a great deal.

"Yes?" He answered, his shining blue eyes quickly darting to your eyes. "What are you doing in here?" Your eyes flutter open slightly, feeling your sleepiness wear off ever so slightly at the sound of his voice. "I missed you, of course." Anakin grinned at you. Propping yourself on your elbows, you gazed at him. "Well, I missed you as well." His grin widened at your words. "So, how've you been?" He inquires, leaning back in his chair. "Stressed. How about you? How's your Jedi training going?" Anakin shrugs at you, his grin disappearing, replaced by a more annoyed expression. "Fine, I suppose. I've been having these... nightmares."

You tilt your head at him, curiosity piqued. "Try me." He sighs, standing up from his chair, his hands rubbing his face. "It's about my mom. Remember when I told you we were sold to a slave owner on Tatooine?" You nod. "Well, Qui-Gon rescued only me, so I had to leave her." The feeling in his words was real, as his fist clenched tightly. "What are your dreams of your mother about, specifically?"

Anakin glares at you, instantly you can see the fire in them; reckless, determined but also wounded and flightless. "She's dying, over and over and everytime I get there, it's too late." Tears begin to slowly, painfully prick at his eyes. "She's being hurt and I can't get there. I promised her I would come back.." Anakin's voice raises slightly. "What is the point of this? Torturing her? What has it all come to?" He scowls, his gaze focused intently on the floor. "Anakin, go see your mother." His head snaps toward you, his radiant blue eyes darkened by a uncertainty. "What?" You nod reassuringly, slipping out of your bed and placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder. "Yes, you should."

It takes him a few moments to respond before his eyes trail down to yours, and he slowly wraps his arms around you. "Will you.... will you come with me, Y\N?" He asks, no- pleads, into your ear, his voice soft but shaky and urgent. "Yes." You answer simply, returning his hug with your own, embracing him as you both held onto his each other for what felt like seconds, but was actually minutes. Once Anakin pulled away, he gazed intently into your eyes, trying to scope out any sense of a lie, an empty promise. The moment he could properly reassure himself you were being truthful, he pulled you into another hug.

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A\N: I'm going on Thanksgiving break in a few days, and I have to study to get my grades up before the end of the semester, so I have no real idea when part three will come out, but if it doesn't come out during my break or over this weekend, it will come out the week after my break (Two weeks, at most.)

I understand that this is not my usual shitpost, so look away now regulars (if you exist), but the rules on r/ocpoetry are a bit overwhelming, so here ya go:

Can you see the devil?

Can you see the devil?

He's in a row of masks

Holding a baton

Behind a wall of glass

Can you see the devil?

He's pouring himself a drink

Polluting the crowd

Pushing them to the brink

Can you see the devil?

He's sitting in a leather chair

His footstools are starving

But he really doesn't care

Can you see the devil?

He's pounding the table

Preaching blood-red hate

From the bar to the stable

Can you see the devil?

Look across the gap

Find yourself a bridge

Then simply look back

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WIP of Sub!James x Daddy!Reader

Minors do not interact. Also, TW: Internalized homophobia (from James's end)

More tags/warnings: Male reader, cockwarming, gay porn, male genitals mentioned for reader, daddy kink

"Um... How do I do this? Do I just... put it in my mouth?"

James asks while he looks up at you. His calloused hand stroked your inner thigh before spreading over your lap. You could tell by his quivering lip that he was nervous, terrified even. You two were still getting used to this, but James had never been with a man before you. He loves you, he wants you, but the act of putting you in him.... putting a man in him...? It felt.... repulsive.

But did he want to do this...? Yes. Yes! He's been fantasizing about it since forever! It's just.... difficult for him to start. You run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair and say, "Don't feel like you have to do anything. We can always stop."

James looks at you, and says, "I never... did this before. I don't know how to do it." You smile, stroking his hair and telling him, "Do what feels right. Lick it, suck it, kiss it, whatever feels good to you. You're gonna be great regardless, baby."

The second you said that to him.... he immediately started blushing and muttering a response. The topic of sex alone was embarrassing for James, let alone gay sex. But then when he got his barrings, he says, "I want to do it.... but... I-I'm kind of--"

"Scared?" You complete.

James nods. You pet his hair more, making him whimper as you say, "How about you keep it warm for me? You could put me in your mouth, and we could watch something. No actual sex, just helping me stay warm while we watch a movie. You could lay in my lap, watch a movie, and keep me in your mouth. If you want to stop, all you have to do is take me out."

He looks at you, his skin tinted a pink hue and his Adam's apple jiggling when he swallowed a breath of anxiety and rests his head on your thigh before unbuttoning your pajama pants. He was slow, shy, and sweet as he nervously met your gaze. Your waistband grinds against your bulge from his quivering hands, making you muffle a moan. James blushes and chokes on a breath when your cock protruded through the slit of your pants' buttons.

"Dear God!" James huffs, before modestly licking your tip and engulfing you in his mouth. You huff, and look down at him while he rests you into him, and he mutters what movie he wants to watch. It was some corny romance film that he overheard a few guys talking about at a bar. James, being a bit of a sap at heart, figured that it would've been a good time to watch it.

......

You absent-mindedly stroke James's hair as you watch the movie with him. Surprisingly, James still had his cheeks full of you and was very calm. He coos to the sensation of your delicate, firm hands brushing every strand. The feeling caused a wave of chills to wash over him as you two continued to watch. The film itself was.... interesting. For starters, it turned out to be a gay couple, which James didn't expect. The only times he's watched romcoms were with Mary long ago, and even then, they were always between a man and a woman. This was new for him.

Only it wasn't a romcom... it got a few laughs out of you two, but nothing would've prepared James for what would happen next...

The scene was set. A man with dark skin and fluffy coils for hair was cuddling against the other man, a tan and chubby guy. The man's smooth chest rubbed against the fuzzy curls of the other man's chest as their tongues slipped between each other's lips until the chubby one began to leave a trail of kisses down the fluffy-haired man's body.

James was stunned. He's never seen a scene between men that was so.... what were the words? Vile? Uncouth? Indecent? Unnatural? Repulsive? Perverted? Sinful?

No... it just wasn't right. It should be the woman on her knees for the man... not... whatever this was.... right?

Or.... no.... that's just not true....

But there was a small part of James that countered every remark, every lash, every guilty thought with the words he couldn't say, "Intimate, Loving, Erotic, Desirable, Sensual, Romantic, Wholesome..."

The scene continues, and now the chubby man is sweating and sliding the fluffy-haired man's cock into his mouth. His cheeks were hollowing themsleves and sliding with such ease, taking every inch until he gagged before releasing his grip to pump his lover with his fist with such haste and taking him back in. But not without a loud wet squelch from his saliva, making the other man bellow out a moan and thrust into the other's mouth.

The room filled with wet slaps, moans, squelches, and gagging as the scene unfolded for such a long time. James was speechless. He's never seen anything like it. Even the more raunchy films that he's seen in his past years were nothing compared to this. He could feel himself grow harder with every slap, gag, and grunt from the actors. He wanted to pry himself away from the TV, seeing something so... so... obscene! But he couldn't shake the feeling of curiousity. How would it feel to give? How would it feel to receive?

He can feel you, too. The way you're throbbing in his cheek, the way your veins refined themselves, the way you straightened out, the way your tip poked against his throat, and the way he could taste a foreign saltiness on his tongue. He wanted it. He wanted this so badly. He wished the actors were you two. He wished the fantasy between man and man were a reality, not just some guilty pleasure. He wanted--

Suddenly, one of the actors lets out a whine and says, "Cum on me, daddy!"

James choked, literally. Your hips bucked in response to the abrupt stimulation, making you pause the movie and say, "James, are you okay?"

He looks up at you... his dirty blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, and breath heavy. He was quiet before taking a chance to get off the couch and on his knees. With a vulnerable, subservient gaze and a coy tongue, his mouth opens up, and he points into the gaping hole.

Finally, he says sweetly,

"Can I... suck it, Daddy?"

And that's all for now! I'd really appreciate some feedback since I have never done mlm smut before! Lmk if I can do more or how to improve! Is the WIP good? Should I continue? Like... tell a girl how you feel!

Dandy’s world oc qwerty!!

I hope their stats are balanced.. also theyre Vees older cousin :3