#The Acolyte fanfic

[multific]

A Whisper in the Dark

Qimir x Reader

Summary: He was a cold man, but even the coldest man had a weakness.

Qimir had never been one to show concern.

He was calculating and always in control.

You had long since accepted that whatever bond you shared was one of necessity, nothing more. You were his only acolyte, the only one who followed him without question, who carried out his will without hesitation.

And yet, when he found you bleeding, struggling to stay upright in the dim glow of the cave, all of that detached amusement vanished.

He dropped to his knees beside you, hands hovering, hesitant for the first time. “Who did this?” His voice, normally smooth and unshaken, held an edge you had never heard before.

You forced a weak smile, wincing as the pain shot through you. “I handled it.”

Qimir’s jaw tightened.

You expected him to be rough, to treat your wounds like another problem to be dealt with, but instead, his touch was almost… careful. He pressed a hand against your side, feeling the warmth of your blood staining his fingers.

The sight of it made his expression darken.

“This was reckless,” he muttered. “You could have been killed.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Didn’t know you cared.”

His eyes flickered to yours, something dangerous flickering beneath the surface. “You think I don’t?”

You swallowed, his closeness making your heart hammer against your ribs. “I don’t know what you think, Master.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. Then, without a word, he found a piece of fabric and pressed it against your wound, his hands steady despite the storm raging in his eyes.

He worked in silence, tending to you with a focus you had never seen before, not in battle, not in strategy, but in something more intimate, more raw.

“You are my only acolyte,” he said at last, his voice quieter now. “The only one I trust. The only one I-” He cut himself off, lips pressing into a thin line before he met your gaze once more. “I won’t lose you.”

Something in your chest tightened.

Qimir did not waste words and did not say things he did not mean. And yet, his hands lingered against your skin.

You exhaled, voice barely above a whisper. “Why?”

His touch is hesitant but firm as if memorizing every detail of you. “Because you are mine. And I… am yours.”

Your breath caught, your body aching for reasons beyond your injuries. “Qimir-”

He silenced you with a kiss, fierce and claiming.

His lips pressed against yours like he had been starving.

You melted into him, gripping the fabric of his cloak as if he were the only thing keeping you alive.

There was no cold calculation in his touch now, no distant amusement—only need, only devotion, only him.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You will not fight alone again,” he murmured. “Not while I still breathe.”

A slow smile curled at your lips, despite the pain. “So you do care.”

He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You insufferable thing.”

But there was love in his gaze, unspoken yet undeniable.

And as the night stretched on, with him tending to your wounds and his fingers laced with yours, you knew, whatever shadows lurked ahead, you would face them together.

~Masterlist~

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[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 2- Qimir

Qimir (The Stranger) x fem!reader

Kinks- cockwarming, teasing, riding

Word count- 1315

Warmings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), implied master/student relationship tho ages or status is never mentioned, just a hint of plot, softness, teasing, praise, no physcial description of reader, no use of y/n

Notes- I've been wanting to write a Qimir fic since he appeared and what better time than Kinktober! I decided to go with a more softer version of him too, and this fic was so fun to write! I hope y'all like it as much as I do! Also, The Acolyte deserves more seasons!!!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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“Concentrate,” Qimir’s soft voice in your ear was a welcome warmth. He hummed in satisfaction as you kept your hands raised in front of you.

Your eyes were closed, leaving only his voice and the feeling of him around you. Your hands were steady as you lifted large, heavy boulders in the air with little effort. You both felt the force surrounding you, like a comforting blanket on a cold day.

But Qimir also had another comfort surrounding him.

While you sat in his lap on the edge of a rock, Qimir’s cock stayed buried deep inside you. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he pushed himself inside you and nestled comfortably. You mewled as you lowered yourself onto his lap, adjusting yourself to his cock before settling in and relaxing in his grasp.

“That’s it,” his calm voice soothed you as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

You let out a soft moan at his praise and subconsciously squeezed your inner muscles around his cock. 

Qimir hissed your name as he felt a jolt run up his spine. 

A smirk lit up your face, but you kept your concentration in front of you. Twirling your fingers, you made the boulders dance in the air, spinning them carefully one at a time in a specific pattern. All the while, you were keenly aware of his cock inside you, and you fought against every urge to rock your hips along his lap.

Again, he growled your name in a low tone; a warning. His hands landed on your hips as he gripped you tightly. “You’re getting better,” you could tell he spoke through gritted teeth as you felt his cock twitch inside of you, “And bolder.”

“Impressed?” you asked with a satisfied grin.

Qimir squeezed your hips tighter as he nibbled your ear, “You feel so good,” he purred, his honeyed admission rolling off his tongue with surprisingly little effort. 

It was your turn to groan as you shifted in his lap. Finally, you opened your eyes as you slowly and carefully set the boulders down on the ground. One by one each rock settled into stillness, and the less energy you exerted, the more you became aware of the feeling of Qimir’s cock inside you.

“Qimir…” you whispered what you knew was his name as you turned towards him.

Feeling your breath on his lips, Qimir hummed. One hand moved from your hip towards your pussy as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. When your mouth dropped open to let out a gasp, he took your lips with his, devouring you.

You reached your hands back to grasp at his neck as you slowly rocked your hips. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth as if it was his first time tasting you, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. And when you started to move, you felt him groan into you. Smirking into the kiss, you squeezed your inner muscles again, clenching his cock as much as you could.

“Careful,” he warned in a hiss as he gently bit your bottom lip.

“Maybe I know what I’m doing,” you retorted slyly as you rocked your hips again, “Maybe I know what I want.”

Qimir growled as he yanked you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as much as he could as he devoured your lips once more. He swallowed the moan you let out as you parted your lips for him once more. 

“Ok then, prove it,” Qimir breathed heavily in between kisses, “Ride,” he commanded as he broke away suddenly. 

You were left bewildered for a moment before you registered what he said. Your lips stayed parted as you blinked your eyes open to meet his gaze. His dark eyes peered into you, sending a wave of anticipation down your spine. His eyes narrowed, as if to tell you he wouldn’t repeat himself, and it broke you out of the trance you were in.

Placing your hands on his knees, you lifted your hips enough to feel his cock drag along your inner walls. A gasp escaped your lips as the movement after being still for so long ignited a fire within both of you. And you heard Qimir groan behind you, telling you he felt it too.

Slowly at first, you lowered your hips back down to meet his. You couldn’t hold back the moan as the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot inside you. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as you repeated the action, slowly purposefully lifting and lowering your hips as you used his knees to steady yourself.

Qimir watched in mesmerized awe as his cock disappeared inside you over and over again. His fingers twitched as the feeling of you almost overwhelmed him. The more turned on you got as you rode him, the wetter your pussy became. And he could hear the evidence.

“Faster,” he spoke in a low tone that went right to your core.

You whimpered as you complied, bouncing on his cock with more speed. You tried to bite your lip to stifle your cires, but it was no use. Every time you landed on his hips and his cock was fully sheathed inside you, you couldn’t stop the moans that came out of your mouth. Your body felt warmer and warmer with every bounce.

“That’s it,” Qimir purred as he let out a groan of his own.

“Feels so good,” you moaned as your head rocked back.

He hummed as he dipped a hand below your waist to play with your clit once more, “Cum for me,” his low tone made you whimper once more, and he loved the effect he had on you. He wouldn’t admit that you had the same effect on him, though.

The squelches of your wet pussy were drowned out by your cries of pleasure as you picked up your pace. And Qimir decided to help you along by thrusting his hips up to meet yours, which only made you scream louder.

“Cum,” he growled with new found determination.

You landed on his hips hard as you completely fell apart. His cock hit your sweet spot at just the right angle, making you tremble in his arms as you screamed loudly. You fell back into his chest, your limbs unable to hold yourself up anymore as you came on his cock. 

“That’s it,” he murmured as he savored the feeling of your orgasm against his body. He rubbed at your clit as you bucked your hips uncontrolidly in his lap.

“Fuck!” you screamed as you clutched at his legs, desperate for something to hold on to you as you felt him try to extend your climax as long as he could. Tears formed in your eyes as you saw stars the moment you closed them as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you.

Qimir growled your name as he bucked his hips a few times, rutting his cock into you again and again as he started to chase his own orgasm. With a curse of his own under his lips, he quickly found what he craved as he spilled himself into you just as the aftershocks of your own orgasm pulsed through your body. He groaned in your ear as he buried his cock as deep as he could once more as he came in you, holding you tightly as he did so.

He held you close as you remained limp in his arms, in his lap. Heavy breaths were the only sound either of you made for several minutes. Neither of you moved, though, as you both savored the connection you shared. The setting suns illuminated your silhouettes as you sat together in comfortable stillness once more. 

It was Qimir who finally broke the silence, “Well done,” he smirked, making you grin as well.

[calamiitywrites]

#OSHAMIR Challenge

Day 1 of playing in photoshop: Modern AU Osha & Qimir.

[satalxo]

satal masterlist 💖

i'm satal, i write smutty oshamir fanfic on ao3, both canon-divergent and au. my asks are open :)

One Shots

born out of a fire - 3.3k. Explicit. Canon Divergent. When she attacks him with his ligthsaber outside the cave, Qimir convinces Osha to let him help set her free.

upended - 3.7k. Explicit. Canon Divergent. Nothing could have prepared Osha for the way her entire universe changes when she dons the Stranger’s helmet.

strangeness & charm - 4.5k. Explicit. Modern AU. Mae drags Osha to a house party she really doesn’t want to attend. There she runs into awkward loner Qimir from her Mechanical Engineering class.

Multi Chapter

you could be mine tonight - 2/2. 10k. Explicit. Modern AU. Qimir Stranger is notorious for being the best one-night-stand at Khofar University. After a string of shitty boyfriends and lackluster hookups, Osha decides she wants a try.

we bleed the same - 3/3. 11.5k. Teen. Canon Divergent. Osha Aniseya has a soulmate. She's known this since she was six years old, when the vicious scar first appeared on her back. But the galaxy is a vast place, and her chances of ever finding her soulmate seem impossibly small.

a glow like this - 3/3. 27k. Explicit. Bridgerton AU. A year after meeting a greasy but charming stranger at a salon she wasn't supposed to attend, Osha discovers he's the Duke of Bal'demnic, her sister's betrothed.

once in flight - 3/3. 22k. Explicit. Fantasy AU. Ten years ago, Princess Verosha Aniseya fell into a river and was rescued by a dragon. On her eighteenth birthday, he returns to collect her.

Series

shades of you and me

masterpiece - 25/25. 181k. Explicit. Modern AU. College Sophomore Osha is perfectly content with her choice to pursue a Mechanical Engineering degree. But when she needs an elective to round out her coursework for the semester, Mae convinces her to join Intro to Studio Painting. There she encounters Professor Qimir Stranger, who turns her whole world upside down.

abstraction - 4/4. 82k. Explicit. Modern AU. Qimir POV companion to masterpiece.

up all night

wanna be loved, wanna be afraid - 11/?. 189k. Explicit. Modern AU. DEAD DOVE dubcon darkfic. When the greasy bartender realizes their IDs are fake, Mae offers to blow him in exchange for access to the VIP lounge. He agrees to the deal…only he doesn't want Mae.

this is what you came for - 1/1. 4k. Explicit. Modern AU. Solmae. While her sister is off with the sleazy bartender, Mae sets her sights on Sol Jedi, determined to get him to sign her to his modeling agency no matter what it takes. Companion fic to wanna be loved, wanna be afraid.

[thesassypadawan]

Snowman (Qimir x RealWorld!Reader)

Summary: It’s barely the first day of winter and already you’re tired of being lonely and cold.  So, out of desperation, you decide to take matters into your own hands.  By following some silly, old wives tale and burying your poor Stranger figure in the snow.  Better be ready though, your not so ‘little sith’ is going to need some warming up of his own once he comes to life.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of the lovely smut.  Fun from behind (giddy up), somewhat rough smex, tiniest hint of somnophilia, specks of a size difference, fridged appendages, and…Qimir’s big, thick dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays and First Day Of Winter, lovelies!  Welcome to track eleven of my special holiday mix, Snowman! ❤️💚

First Day Of Winter 2023: So Warm *Anakin x RealWorld!Reader*

- ‘They say that if you wish with all your heart and bury the possession you hold the dearest deep into the fresh winter solstice snow. Then, when the clock strikes upon the witching hour, your desire will become a reality.  Take heed though, the magic lasts but only for the night.  Less the object finds something to tether itself to this plain of existence.’

- It was amazing.  Considering how leery you are of the silly, old wives tale…  The very same one your long-distance friend raved about, insisted worked, to just have ‘faith’.  …you’re surprisingly, more than willing to try and blindly trust it.

- What can you say?  It had been one hell of a long year so far.  And, despite only being a few hours in, it seemed like the winter was going to continue being the same…   Filled with more lonely moments and lengthy stretches of bitter coldness mixed in.  The two things you hate the absolute most in this entire world.

- So with a hopeful, yet apprehensive, heart and shot (or two) of something strong pumping through your system.  You trudge out into the ankle-deep snow, just as those last rays of light disappear over the horizon.  Bundled up, but still shivering from head-to-toe.  With a small lantern held high in your one hand and the other…clutching your small Qimir figure tightly to your chest.

- “This is stupid…this is stupid…this is SO stupid,” you mutter.  Over and over, scolding yourself again and again.  Kneeling in a drift, wind howling in your ears.  Staring into those painted-on brown eyes, probably a tad too intensely.  “Can’t believe I’m doing…or talking to a toy like this.  But I could REALLY use the company, my little sith.  Need someone to help keep me warm, toasty…maybe we'll have some fun.  So…”

- Kissing him, embarrassingly, on the top of his tiny head.  “Just don’t take too long coming alive.”  You gave him one more look and a half smile.  Before burying and covering, making him resemble a mini…  “Okay, Mr. Snowman?”

- With the deed done, you trek back indoors.  Where, once undressed, you crawl into your empty bed.  Gazing out the window, watching the itty-bitty mound grow; the snow piling ever higher on top of it.  Until finally fatigue won and you dozed off.  Falling into a light slumber, to only be awoken when…

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- Mattress dips slightly, the covers rustle gently.  Someone, much larger than yourself, slips underneath them.  Scooting close, slotting their chilled form between your sprawled open thighs.  “Warm…” 

- Icy fingers graze, glide across the soft skin of your exposed back.  Leaving behind goosebumps as they trail lower.  Coming to rest on, knead and squeeze your hip gently.  “So warm…” 

- While a fridged tip brushes, nudges.  Spreads and smears sticky pre over your folds, your entrance.  Before slowly beginning to sink, bully his way into the welcoming heat.  “You’re so warm, baby…”

- ‘A dream?’  You groggily think, mind still a bit hazy and cloudy.  Velvety walls involuntarily clenching around the thick, cool length that was stretching and dominating your poor cunt.  ‘It has to be.  I know that voice and there’s absolutely no way-’

- “And…”  He grunts, growls lowly above you.  Panting and huffing.  Pushing past that tiny bit of resistance, forcing you to take those last few thick inches.  Weak, sleepy whine rising from your throat and falling from your lips.  “…tight.” 

- “Qi-Qimir?”  Mumbling, struggling to string together words.  “No…n-no way.”  You will your eyes to open, to move.  “Absolutely no-not.”  Trying to prop yourself up onto your elbows, steal a glance over your shoulder.  “H-has to b-be a-”

- “It’s not.”  Calloused hand encircles, grips the nape of your neck.  “I’m very much real.”  Shoving you into the mattress, holding you in place.  “Your not so ‘little sith’.”  Gaze locking with yours in the window’s reflection.  “Here to keep you warm, toasty.”  Smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

- Breath hitches at the sight of him looming over, encompassing entirely and easily overpowering you.  “Keep me com-company?”  And you can’t help but flutter at the way he ruts, grinds his hips against your pert bottom.  “Have so-some fun?”

- Pressing his chest to your back, bearing down with some of his weight.  “Promise.”  Teeth nip, tongue ghosts over the shell over your ear.  “I’ll give you all that and more.”  As he begins to rock, thrust deeply into you.  “I’m never leaving.”

- Body goes pliant beneath him, trembling from raw pleasure.  Hot puffs of airs, shallow pants escape you.  Hands desperately fist the blanket.  “Yes…y-yes.”  He was everywhere, surrounding you completely.  Filling, overwhelming your senses.  “P-please.”  To the point where there was nothing else but him.  “Please…plea-please.”

- “That’s…”  Answering and obeying your sweet, meek pleas.  Qimir quickens his pace, drives harder.  “…that’s my…”  Pounding you further into the bed.  Clit dragging across, slick making a mess of the sheets.  “…my good girl.”

- Fingers leave your hip.  “Whose going to take it all, let me have her through the whole night.”  Search and find yours.  “Give me a reason to stay, not become a puddle of water.”  Entwining, lacing them together.  “So come on, let’s go.”

- Plunging, bottoming out one last time…he stills.  Releases hitting, waves of ecstasy washing over and drowning you both.  Low groan rumbling within him, broken moans pouring from you.  While he pumps, floods you with his warmth.

- Pulling out, but for only a moment.  He carefully rolls you onto your back, curls his frame around yours.  Licking away the tears of joy from your rosy cheeks, finally kissing you how you each had so desperately needed.  Pushes himself inside your leaking hole once more, with a happy and content hum.  “Love you…Mrs. Snow.”

- Tilting your head slightly, placing a tiny peck on the bottom of his jaw.  You nuzzle against, smile up at him.  Eyes gleaming with undeniable adoration, undying affection.  “Love you too…my snowman.”

- And true to his words…  The two of you spend the remainder of the night, the blizzard…  Snuggled up, making your own heat…   A home for all seasons…  All thanks to the silly, old wives tale...

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[nymphl]

…I need you to touch me

Endless Dark | An Osha x Qimir story by nymphL.

Chapter I - Friends & Foes is available on AO3.

Summary: “I’ve accepted my darkness. Someone ought to teach you how to accept yours.”

Osha said she isn’t easily corrupted as her sister, but the truth is… for the very first time, this man… this Stranger made her want to be just like Mae… to be corruptible and to taste just a tiny bit of what he has to offer. Can she take up on his invitation without losing herself to his darkness? Or will she embrace it while he embraces her light?

[Osha x Qimir | Kinktober (KinkJuly?) 2024 | 700 words challenge]

I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist the pull to the dark side and jumped on the Oshamir/Oshimir bandwagon xD

Endless Dark is a kinktober (kinkjuly?) story in which each prompt will add more to the story, so no… it’s not standalone chapters. Since the official prompts are not out yet, I followed @dreamlandcreations list. Go check them out.

I’ll be updating every day or every two days, let’s see.

Hope you like it.

[nouklea]

I used to be a HUGE fan of Star Wars. I grew up with the movies on Beta Tapes, and then on VHS, recorded from the tv; I knew every sentence by heart, including the adds, and sometimes we would record the same movie again just to change the adds...

Then came the books. The amazing Timothy Zahn trilogy. And then other books, not as good, but still readable. The Jedi Academy trilogy from Kevin Jay Anderson. A few one-shots that had little to no impact if you read them it or not. Several were stupid, and I wrote my first fanfics trying to correct some of those flaws (on WordPerfect, DOS style, blue backscreen, saving the documents on floppy disks...).

Then we had a second bunch of movies. We frown at Jar Jar Binks, the CGI was overused, Yoda was drinking too much Redbull, but in general they were good.

More books came. Comic shows. PC games. You have no idea how many nights I spent in my late teens playing SW Rebellion in my basement. The walls of my bedroom were covered with pics cut from magazines, humorous comics, a sign to Vote Admiral Ackbar for President...

Then came more movies.

Rogue One was interesting.

In my opinion, the sequel trilogy could have been really good if a few elements had been properly adressed, but unfortunately, it's very bad. And not because of Rey. I'm a woman and I have absolutely no problem seeing a woman as a protagonist in a Star Wars movie. I was a Leia, a Mara Jade, a Jaina Solo fan, and Rey was actually ok. The plot was extremely bad and stupid, the dialogs were bad, but Rey was ok, and Kylo Ren too, to be honest. Don't get me started on that general dumbass, though.

I had some hopes for the Disney series. The Mandalorian was refreshing, and seemed to be in line with the original three movies in terms of aesthetic, of details, of tone, even if I'm really not a fan of the "mission of the week" format. Boba Fett? I watched the first episode and was bored by the main character doing nothing but remembering stuff. It killed the Mando for me since I had to watch both to follow the plot. Obiwan? It wasn't too bad, except for the big lack of original ideas : of all the missions they could have picked, they decided that he had to save Leia? Really? He already does that in A New Hope, for hell's sake...

So I ended up really sick of the entire franchise. It's not that I don't like it anymore, but it's just too much, and with the quality going down in terms of plots, characters, dialogs, I was worn out.

I didn't even tried Ashoka. I guess I was blased. It's not about the main character being a woman, it's because I was tired of the universe. And I had no interest in the Accolyte, it felt like another attempt at pulling the elastic.

Then I saw some people writing here about that show and finally gave it a try.

And fuck.

I really liked it.

It felt different. Yes, it destroys some myths. The Jedi aren't the pure white knights depicted previously. But you know what? It works. Because Luke has met only two damn Jedi in his life, and they are Obiwan and Yoda, nothing that could ruin a child's conception of long gone heroes. But the truth is, Jedis were involved with the politics. And they made mistakes. And they tried to fix or hide or use their mistakes to their advantages. There is a depth that we hadn't seen since the Amidala/Palpatine/Bail Organa/Obiwan/Mace Windu interactions about the Senate, or Moff Tarkin saying that the Emperor had given control to local governors.

Yes, that show had flaws too, of course. But, for once, I was quite happy with some content coming from the LucasFilm/Disney franchise. It was honestly better than a lot of stuff that came out since... Since Revenge of the Sith, to be honest!

And now they cancelled it.

So I guess I'll just go back to being blase.

What a waste...

What changes, though, is that now fanfics are available on AO3. I'm not alone with my floppies anymore.

I don't understand people who say that The Acolyte is the worst Star Wars show ever made (especially under the pretext of a pacing problem when no one cried foul for that in Ahsoka or even The Book of Boba Fett, which much more deserves the title of worst show made under Star Wars because the writing is shaky and they also mixed it with the Mandalorian for X reasons...), while it is still one of the rare creations made under Disney which finally deals perfectly with the themes of the story, no offense to those who idealize the Jedi.

On top of that, to say that this is the worst thing to ever happen to Star Wars ? Someone has never seen the special christmas or the films made with stupid kids it seems.

On the contrary, The Acolyte was a breath of fresh air for Star Wars. A positive renewal compared to everything we have been given since Star Wars 8, although certainly The Acolyte was very imperfect, that did not detract from the excellent quality of these themes and the way she treated them.

By canceling this Show, Star Wars is proving right to the fanboys who say that Star Wars is not a place for romance (even though it has existed since the first Star Wars) is not a place for important strong women (even though it's been there since the first Star Wars) and now it's not a place for people of color !

While we are still in a universe where we have aliens with green skin, blue skin, etc, some of whom have their own stories in the extended universe that many would love to see adapted !

But non-white humans in the galaxy far, far away who would be the main protagonists of a Star Wars spin-off, does that scare you ?!

But I'm actually hallucinating !

[tourmaline-dream]

tell me what you want to fix and I'll break it

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Oshamir fandom collectively lost it over @icapturedthecastle 's stunning AU The First Hit's Free and I'm no different you have bewitched me body and soul. I've never made fanart for fanfic before but sometimes a visual sticks with you so hard you can't help yourself

check it out and ALSO sign the petition here!

[mushlooms]

qimir is so in love with osha it makes him look silly. yes he is a criminal, murderer, arsonist, torturer, heretic, thief, liar, tax evader (…) but that’s his pookie!

[phantomqa]

Are any words even needed

I don't think so just look at him 🤭

[multific]

Hunting the Past, Finding the Future

Qimir x Reader

Summary: You were a Jedi sent to hunt and kill Qimir for murdering your Master, but when you finally confront him, something shifts. A connection, one that feels ancient, and unbreakable, is revealed. 

The path had been long and merciless, spanning across desolate moons and corrupt cities, each step drawing you closer to the one you aimed to destroy. 

Qimir, murderer, Sith, the one who had taken your Master’s life without hesitation. The Jedi had taught you about justice, about balance, but the fire in your chest burned too hot, too deep. 

This was vengeance.

You had followed whispers of his presence, remains of his destruction, tracking him to the very edges of the galaxy where shadows bled into the light. 

And now, at last, you found him.

A ruined temple. 

He stood before the broken altar, a figure draped in darkness, golden eyes darting as he turned to face you.

“So,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You finally caught up.”

Your saber ignited with a snap-hiss, the brilliant glow illuminating the distance between you. “You killed my Master.”

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his gaze. Interest, maybe. Amusement. “I did.”

Rage tightened your grip. “Do you even care?”

He exhaled, stepping closer, as if daring you to strike. “If it matters so much to you, have your revenge.”

You had imagined this confrontation a hundred times, had rehearsed his death in your mind over and over. 

But something chewed at you, something just beyond reach, buried in the way he watched you, not as an enemy, but as if he already knew you.

A whisper in your mind, not your own. 

Familiar. Ancient.

Your breathing faltered. Your fingers trembled. “Why does this feel like… something I’ve lived before?”

A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. “Ah. You feel it too.”

The world tilted. ��What?”

“You and I,” he murmured, stepping closer. “We’ve done this before. Fought. Hunted. Desired.” His gaze roamed your face, something changed in him as he lifted a hand to your cheek but did not yet touch you. “Perhaps in another life, the roles were reversed.”

Your heart pounded. “Lies.”

But the moment you said it, you knew it wasn’t true. 

Something inside you knew him, beyond the present, beyond your mission. A connection that stretched past lifetimes, connecting you to him in ways you did not understand.

He saw your hesitation. “You don’t want to kill me.”

“I should.”

“But you won’t.”

Silence settled between you, thick and heavy. You hated him, didn’t you? You had to.

And yet… you could not bring yourself to strike. 

Not when his presence called to you like a missing piece of yourself. Not when something inside you screamed that you belonged to him.

You withdrew your saber. 

Qimir took the final step forward, so close now that the heat of him wrapped around you, so close that when he spoke, his breath ghosted over your lips.

“You were mine before,” he whispered. “And you will be mine again.”

The last of your will crumbled as his lips met yours, the kiss slow, deep, filled with something more than passion.

Recognition, devotion, something older than time itself. 

You melted into him, arms winding around his shoulders as if they had always belonged there, as if this was where you were meant to be.

Your Master’s death, your vengeance, your path as a Jedi, all of it faded into nothing.

Because you belong with him.

~Masterlist~

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You Are a Strange Little Creature, I Think I'll Keep You | Qimir | Star Wars

Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], very rough, enemies to lovers, fight then fuck, hes rough, unrelenting, teasing, fighting talk, hes hot, consensual!

Summary: Qimir has hunted the galaxy for you trying to find what the force has been pulling him towards. Now he has you, he is not letting you go.

Word Count: 4,167

Not my gif, if its yours and you would like me to remove it just ask <3

"You're a strange little creature," whispered Qimir, his voice laced with something you couldn't place, a hint of intrigue, perhaps, or a dark amusement that sent a chill skittering down your spine. His eyes, glinting in the shadow-dappled light, seemed to bore into you, peeling back layers until you felt utterly exposed under his scrutiny. There was a weight to his words, a heaviness that settled in your gut, making the air around you feel dense and charged.

You thrashed against the iron grip cinched around your throat, fingers prying at his wrist as you strained to touch the ground. His hold remained unyielding, your toes brushing the soil just enough to torture you with the hope of purchase. Every muscle coiled and twisted, your body writhing like a live wire as you clawed at his arm, seeking any weakness. But he held you fast, your flailing legs casting frantic shadows across the forest floor. As your awareness wavered, the pungent aroma of damp earth and decay enveloped you, both grounding and ethereal in your compromised state. The edges of your vision flickered with creeping shadows, those ominous black dots encroaching like a relentless tide, threatening to swallow you whole.

Branches arched overhead, clawing at what little light managed to slip past the mossy canopy. Damp earth pressed cold against your heels as you dangled, feet scuffing uselessly at rotting leaves. The woods pulsed with the hush of distant insects startled into silence by violence, air so thick and wet it tasted of decay and secrets. Your vision splintered, but you rasped out a sliver of speech past the pressure on your windpipe, your voice a rough, shaky thing. "A Jedi… isn't afraid," you choked, defiance burning through the haze as your nails dug deeper into his skin.

Your body grew heavy, as if gravity itself had doubled its weight. The world around you blurred into streaks of shadow and memory, colours bleeding into one another. Your limbs felt like lead, and despite your desperate efforts to stay alert, consciousness slipped away in slow, suffocating waves.

***

Your eyes peeled open to darkness mottled with golden flickers. The ceiling above was not the sterile white of a medbay or the tangled canopy of the forest, but cold stone, rough and ancient, vaulting overhead. You lay cocooned in heavy blankets atop a real bed, linen sheets, a proper frame, incongruously sumptuous against the uneven floor of the cave. Faint blue light from a battered holopanel danced over the walls, mingling with the honeyed glow of an old-fashioned lantern. Machinery thrummed quietly somewhere deeper in the cavern, a hum unmistakable, a shield generator, perhaps, or a battered droid on standby. The wound at your shoulder throbbed, the sensation dulled by clean, snug bandages that bore the faint herbal scent of bacta patches. The air tasted of minerals and distant rain, foreign and feral yet almost soothing, as you tried to piece together how you’d come to wake here, folded in warmth but utterly unsure of your safety. Completely confused as to why you weren't dead.

Qimir, now stripped of the black sleeveless armour he'd worn when he tried to kill you, shuffled into the cave’s chamber, oddly domestic in loose, unevenly patched linen. His hair was disheveled, and damp, and he kept his back to you as he moved with measured purpose, boots whispering against the uneven stone. Slowly, carefully, you surveyed the alcove surrounding the bed, its walls studded with jagged blue crystal veins and half-unpacked storage crates. Discarded coils of rope, an oil-stained toolkit, and what looked suspiciously like a battered astromech dome littered the corners. You searched desperately for anything that could be wielded as a weapon, your gaze landing on a hydrospanner, a cup, a chipped plate, before your eyes snagged on something more familiar.

"Your saber is on the table beside you," he muttered, voice flat, as if offering a harmless trinket rather than a weapon. He knelt on the stone floor, indifferent, and dropped a handful of root vegetables onto a battered prep board beside a pot above a fire.

He leaned over and stirred the pot with a carved wooden spoon, the savoury scent of simmering broth curling through the flickering glow, hands steady and unconcerned by your presence.

You snatched your saber, flicking the emitter on; its blade hissed to life, an unstable blue glow trembling in your grip. Still half tangled in blankets, knees pressed into creaking mattress coils, you braced yourself, holding it two-handed, ready and waiting for the first sign he might turn on you again.

"Why don’t the Jedis know who you are?" you rasped, each word scraped raw as you forced it out, your throat sore.

Qimir turned to look at you, utterly unfazed, his gaze cool and appraising, not even acknowledging the saber clutched in your grip. Shadows played across his features, giving his expression a sculpted sharpness, but his posture suggested a kind of profound boredom, as if the threat you thought you posed was merely another passing inconvenience.

"They do," Qimir answered, his tone flat, unreadable, but his gaze gleamed with something unspoken.

"No," you coughed, shaking your head, fury flaring past panic, "if they did, they sent us willingly to a slaughter."

"The Jedis know who I am," Qimir murmured, tilting his head slightly like a predator sizing up prey, "they just don’t want you to know who I am."

You blinked hard through tearing eyes, your heart ached for those you had lost, voice fractured but stubborn. "What purpose would that serve?" His lips curled in a thin, mirthless smile.

"The Jedis need you to have unwavering faith that their way is the only way, the light, or the dark," he said, voice low and threading through the shadows twined between you. "To tell you of me would mean to admit there are other ways the Force can be used."

You shook your head, "I don’t care how else the Force can be used."

"You should," he shot back, unsettling patience in his words as he studied your face, as though waiting for understanding to dawn. Your anger splintered through your fear, breath catching painfully.

"Why the hell did you even bring me here?" you choked. "You killed my friends, and now you’re lecturing me about the Force?"

Qimir’s gaze darkened, a hint of something predatory flickering in his eyes as he studied you.

He stood and took a step closer, his presence seeming to fill the space between you, the air crackling with an energy that made your skin prickle. "You intrigue me," he said softly, voice like velvet sliding over razors. "You burn brightly. I find I want to…shape that. Mold it." His eyes trailed deliberately over your hunched form, the blankets pooling around your tense frame.

Heat bloomed in your face, anger, and something uncomfortably like hunger tangling under your skin. "I’m not some plaything for your amusement," you snarled, but the words lacked bite, your voice roughened from more than just injury, you turned off the saber and let your hands fall to the bedsheets defeated.

For a moment, the air between you seemed to hum, thick and bright with something restless, the Force pulsing like a hidden current just out of sight. You could feel it: not the steady calm of the Jedi way, but some wilder gravity knitting the space between you and him, a pull that made your breath catch. Qimir’s gaze dropped to your hands, then back to your face, a slight smile ghosting across his lips, as if he, too, sensed the tension pulling you closer despite every instinct to flee. The Force pressed like a heated palm at your back, coaxing you to breach the divide, to surrender to the question threaded between danger and desire. Your pulse hammered against your ribs, dizzy and unmoored, as if your body were not entirely your own.

"Would you like some soup?" he asked suddenly, shattering the taut silence with surprising gentleness, a genuine smile flickering across his mouth as he turned back to the pot, the outline of his shoulders softening under the lantern glow. The invitation hung between you, fragile and absurd in its domesticity, as if the moment before hadn’t been laced with something sharp-edged and electric.

He ladled the soup with deliberate care, slow and precise, the faint clink of metal on stone oddly intimate in the hush of the cave. Without asking, he crossed the space and set the battered bowl on the table beside you, close enough that you could smell the aromatic steam spiralling upward. Qimir didn’t retreat. He lingered, eyes locked on yours, the heat of his body brushing the edge of your blankets. “You still look ready to run,” he murmured, voice pitched low and sultry, almost teasing. “Or ready to pounce. I’m not sure which I prefer.”

He set a spoon by your hand but didn’t move away. Instead, Qimir sat on the edge of the bed, close, but not quite touching, his weight causing the mattress to dip beneath him and tilting your bodies subtly toward each other.

He killed your friends, your brain screamed at you, desperate and raw, trying to fight this strange sensation creeping over your body, this electric ache kindling beneath your skin, equal parts terror and reckless longing. Every instinct screamed to recoil, to strike out, yet the space between you felt dangerously thin, charged with something you didn’t have the words to name.

Suddenly, you lunged forward, your lightsaber arcing through the air, aimed directly at him. Qimir was remarkably swift, he sidestepped with a fluid, almost predatory grace, practically gliding out of the way as your blade sliced through the space where he had just been. His body moved with a calculated ease, arms reaching out in a quick, practiced motion to grab for his weapon.

With a savage flick of his wrist, Qimir summoned his weapon from across the cave, metal skittering through the air before slapping into his palm. The red blade snapped to life, hissing as he met your next strike in a shower of crackling sparks. You bared your teeth, jaw clenched so hard it ached, pouring every ounce of fury and confusion into each swing. The cave rang with the clash of energy on energy, the searing heat of the blades seeping through the air between you. Qimir parried, deflecting your attacks with terrifying composure, a smirk playing at his lips as if he relished each strike. It was as if the force between you had turned feral, wild intensity humming with every movement, pushing you both closer and setting you alight from the inside out.

Your next slash didn’t catch him, but it did graze the fabric of his loose tunic, the edge of your saber searing through linen as he pivoted away with feline agility. For a split second, a bright trail of char traced his side, the tunic fluttering down in tatters. Qimir stilled, the fight pausing on a knife edge, and with deliberate leisure, he pulled the ruined fabric from his frame. The muscles of his chest flexed in the lantern light, lean, sculpted, dusted with a mischievous trail of hair that arrowed down between his pectorals. For all his elegance, there was something raw and dangerous in the way he shed the garment, eyes flicking up to catch your reaction, mouth curving into a sly, infuriatingly confident smile.

He let out a low, mocking laugh, not out of breath in the slightest. "If you wanted me to take my clothes off that badly," he drawled, voice turning languid and wicked, "you should have just asked."

You clenched your jaw, trying to ignore the screaming burn radiating from your shoulder and down your arm, trying to smother the fire in your gut that drew you towards him. Every nerve seemed to pulse with a heat that had nothing to do with the fight, something wild and hungry that coiled low in your belly, threatening to consume you. Your breath came short and sharp, each exhale a low, ragged sound that betrayed the battle raging beneath your skin. The room felt too small, too close, the space between you charged with a force that pulled you in even as your mind screamed to pull away. His gaze bored into yours, dark and knowing, as if he could see the war waging within you, and relished every moment of your struggle.

You swung again, your blade clashing against his in a spray of sparks that rained down on the stone floor, again and again and again. Each strike was fuelled by the roiling anger in your gut, the desperate need to lash out, to make him feel the pain that seared through your every nerve. But with every parry, Qimir's smirk only seemed to deepen, his eyes alight with a dark amusement that sent a sickening thrill through your core. He was toying with you, relishing the fight, the danger, the electric charge that crackled between you with every meeting of blades. And god's help you, some twisted part of you thrilled at it too, drawn to the heat of his body, the wild, savage energy that hummed in the air, the promise of violence and something darker, headier, lacing each strike.

You misstepped and he gained the upper hand, using your momentum to fling you against the wall, your lightsaber angled across your throat, the only thing stopping his from taking off your head. With your back pressed to the wall, you almost growled with the exertion of trying to push him off, the muscles in his arms bulging as he leaned in closer. Then, shockingly, he kissed you. A wave of conflicting emotions radiated through you, and for a few dizzying seconds, you found yourself kissing him back before clarity returned with a vengeance. You bit down hard on his lip, tasting blood. He stepped away from you, a smile playing on his lips as he raised his hand to wipe away the crimson stain.

“My my, you like to play rough," Qimir purred, his tongue darting out to dab at the blood on his lip. "I must admit, I like a bit of fire in my partners. It makes things so much more…engaging." He took a step closer again.

You lifted your saber, fury spiking anew, and swung at him with reckless abandon. Qimir danced back effortlessly, the red blade of his weapon humming through the air as he parried your strikes with aggravating, almost lazy precision. He barely seemed to break a sweat, his eyes locked on you, sharp and utterly focused, drinking in every twitch of your muscles, every shift in your stance. His mouth curled into a half-smile, a taunting glimmer lighting in his gaze as he countered each attack like this was all just a game between lovers instead of mortal enemies.

"Give into it as I have. There's something pulling us together," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, smoky and intimate, "I could feel it half a universe away." You swung again, angrier than before, but he didn’t bother to block, he just held his arms open, chest bared, leaving himself vulnerable. Your saber arced within a breath of his skin, the electric blue glow trembling at the edge of his heart. For a heartbeat, you hovered on that razor's edge, the Force coiled tight and shimmering, something in it gripping your wrist, refusing to let you strike home. Your hand shook. There was a tightness in your chest as if the air had thickened, heat simmering where rage and something unspoken collided. He stood still, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he already knew you couldn’t do it. "There it is," he whispered.

Slowly, you lowered your saber, the blade flickering out as it clattered to the floor, forgotten. Hesitantly, you stepped forward, heart pounding in your ears, the space between you narrowing to inches. Qimir closed the gap, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you into a rough kiss. This time, you didn't pull away, instead, you leaned into the contact, your lips parting under his as something wild and reckless ignited in your veins. The world narrowed to the slide of his tongue against yours, the heat of his skin, the Force crackling around you like a live wire. There was no thought of right or wrong, no questioning the pull that had been building since the moment you met, just the consuming need to be closer, to give in to the fire he had stoked to life inside you.

The pair of you moved toward the bed in a feverish blur, your hands hungrily mapping the planes of his chest, the hard, lean muscle shifting beneath your palms, warm and impossibly alive. The scent of sweat and spice rose from his skin as your fingers traced the line of hair that arrowed down from his sternum, following the sharp dip of his collarbones and the ridges flanking his ribs. Every movement made his muscles flex, a living echo of the lethal grace he'd shown in the fight. You relished the heat radiating from him, the way your touch seemed to draw a low, pleased sound from deep in his throat. His skin was peppered with old scars, each one a sharp reminder of the danger wrapped in every inch of him.

He guided you down to the mattress you had woken up on, his lips trailing fire down the column of your throat. "I should kill you," you whispered, the last of your fight ebbing away even as the words left your lips.

"Yes, you should," he mumbled into the curve of your neck, his hands sliding up the inside of your shirt, searing a path over your stomach, your ribs, your chest. The warmth of his touch seemed to melt away the last of your resistance, leaving you boneless and trembling beneath him. Each brush of his fingers sent sparks dancing across your skin, nerve endings alight with sensation. You felt dizzy, drunk on the feel of him, the reckless, impossible need that seemed to consume you both.

"This is wrong," you tried to keep the fight ignited, even as your voice wavered.

Qimir's lips curved into a wicked, knowing smile as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over your ear. "It won't feel so wrong, when I'm done with you." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and anticipation that made your heart race. "I know you feel it," he murmured, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back to meet his eyes. "The pull. The connection." His gaze was dark, intense, as if he could see straight through to your very soul. "You can fight it all you want, but in the end, you'll surrender. You'll see."

Your breath caught at his words, at the certainty in his voice that seemed to reverberate deep inside you. "And what then?" you managed to ask, your voice rough with emotion. "What happens when I do?"

"It will feel even better than it already does," he whispered, hands fiddling with the connections that held your tunic together. His fingers were deft, nimble, making short work of the fastenings as he bared your skin to the cool air. Every brush of his knuckles against the sensitive flesh beneath sent shivers cascading through you, heat blooming in their wake. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, laid bare before him, something hungry and possessive flickering across his features. "So beautiful," he murmured, voice rough with want as his hands skimmed over your newly exposed skin, tracing patterns that made your breath catch. "So perfect." His touch was reverent,

Grasping one breast in one hand, he lowered his lips to the other, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until you gasped. He teased gently at first, feathering soft, torturous caresses that made your back arch, desperate for more. Then he sucked harder, pulling the tender flesh into his mouth with a pressure that sent shocks of pleasure straight to your core. His hand mirrored his mouth's movements, kneading and caressing until you were trembling beneath him, undone by the dual sensations.

Then his hands moved to the fastenings on your trousers, pulling them away and standing up and stepping back to yank them free of your legs. The fabric slid down your thighs, baring the last of your secrets to his hungry gaze. You felt exposed, vulnerable, laid out like an offering before him, but the look in his eyes held no room for shame. Only desire, dark and fierce, burning away every doubt until there was nothing left but the need consuming you both.

Then he grabbed at your legs, twisting you so that you were on your stomach.

"Stand," he commanded, his voice rough with urgency, and you did, supporting your upper body by bracing outstretched hands locked at the elbow against the bed.

He used his knee to guide your thighs apart, the rough fabric of his trousers scraping against your sensitive skin, until you were standing bare and open before him. You felt his fingers slip between your legs, his touch hot as he explored how badly your body had betrayed you. He teased you with light, torturous strokes, circling the sensitive nub at your centre until your hips bucked wildly against his hand, desperate for more.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "So ready." He slipped one finger inside you, then another, stretching you, preparing you, as your walls clenched around him, greedy for more. You moaned, shameless in your need, your hips rocking back to meet his touch, silently begging him for everything, for the release you knew only he could give.

Then his finger retreated, and you heard the rustle of his trousers, then the feeling of him sliding over you, hot and thick. You cried out, your body trembling at the sudden invasion, the intensity of the sensation. He felt huge inside you, filling you to the brink, the stretch both painful and perfect, a delicious ache that only stoked the flames higher. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite at once, your skin prickling with goosebumps as you struggled to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Pleasure and pain blurred together, a heady mix that made your head swim, your legs shake. You felt pinned, impaled, utterly at his mercy.

You cried out, your body trembling at the sudden invasion, the intensity of the sensation. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust, before he began to move, his hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that was at once brutal and beautiful. Every stroke sent sparks cascading through your body, winding the tension tighter and tighter until you were sobbing with the need for release. He filled you completely, his hard length dragging against every sensitive nerve ending, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both. Each thrust was a claim, a brand, searing his possession into your very soul.

He set a pace that was unrelenting, almost punishing in its intensity, as if he could fuck the fight right out of you, turn your defiance into pure, undiluted need. He leaned over you, his chest pressed to your back, one hand tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back to claim your mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of him flooded your senses, dark and heady, as he took you with a single-minded intensity that left you reeling. The world narrowed to the slide of his body against yours, the slap of flesh on flesh, the desperate sounds that spilled from your lips with every relentless thrust.

You came hard, your body clenching around him like a vice, stars exploding behind your eyes as the pleasure crashed over you. You expected him to slow, to be close to his release, but his tempo didn't waver, and a sob left your lips as the sensation of pleasure became overwhelming.

"We're not done yet," he whispered, his hand grabbing the back of your neck, the angle pulling your face up. Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpsed a mirror that gave you a full view of him fucking into you, the sight so raw and carnal it sent another shockwave of lust through your core. He looked like a god of debauchery, skin gleaming with sweat, muscles flexing with every ruthless thrust.

The look in his eyes was pure sin, dark and possessive, filled with wicked promise. "You're going to come for me again," he growled, his other hand snaking around your hip to rub tight circles over your sensitised nub. "And again. Until you can't remember your own name. Until the only word left on your lips is mine."

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[calamiitywrites]

— qimir x reader

trigger warning: graphic scenes and descriptions of violence, blood and death. please proceed with caution.

request via ask: "I actually would like to request a one shot or maybe even a story where the reader ( or an oc doesn't matter ) is hunting Jedi for her own reasons and is on her way to becoming a sith, but she's terrified of her force because it's not only powerful, but full of rage so needless to say it stems from the dark side. I don't want her to replace Osha or Mae, in fact I want them included in the story. however, I do want Qimir to end up teaching this character. Add some seduction of course, some mystery and I want it from the character's pov. I know this idea is all over the place and I'm not giving you much to work with but I would definitely like to see him interact with this character who could learn a lot from him but has the potential to be a stand alone character herself."

note from author: I think I understand the gist of what you're requesting so I will definitely interpret it in my own way. Please let me know if this is what you had in mind :) also, sorry it's so long, I had to introduce the character first haha!- calamiity

There's a distant hum that tickles at her brainstem and finds itself traveling down to the pit of her stomach. she should be weary of this sensation because it was nothing more than the force riddling through her body. decorating her veins in a fire that could coat the 7 levels of hell in different degrees of flame. What kind of beast had she become to worship a power that made her feel this way? The moonlight, a silvered blade slicing through the night did nothing to hide her or shield the outside world from seeing what she truly was, a beast in human form. it whispered to the stars about her, but the sky was her only companion. Without judgement, It listened to her battle cries and the pleas of the Jedi that she cut down mercilessly. Crimson clung to her robes and dripped slowly down the exposed pieces of her face outlined by the fabric that covered her nose and lips. the deep red of it was in complete contrast to the darkness reflected in her irises. She had allowed the force to nearly consume her from the inside out and the eerie abundance of obsidian that nearly took over her entire vision told her that she had gone too far tonight. Her power — a forbidden curse with a seductive allure. The force must be exercised and properly managed, but the emotions beneath the surface of her consciousness were far too powerful for tradition. Wrath, Loss, Pain and Vengeance. They all danced the danse macabre within her soul, drenching it in affliction. there was no turning back now. Her veins were like molten lava, but they were chilled by the sound of the whimpering jedi that lay at her feet. Before she could stop herself, her eyes wandered to the delicate skin under his chin and she could feel the power of the force expand and contract around his throat. It took half of a second for her to realize that he was choking. a gentle tilt of her head was the only give away to her true curiosity. could she really end his life this way? how long would it take? A thread, a piercing silver stream of light slid through the forefront of her mind and she followed it. It broke off to her left and her eyes caught movement behind the shop window that sat uncloaked. It occurred to her that the 4 jedi she had murdered in front of the shop window was witnessed by someone. rather or not she was wearing a mask didn't matter, the idea of being seen in her most volatile state nearly made her shutter. however, there was no turning back now. With the distraction of the hidden bystander, the once choking jedi had gotten up and began sneaking away. She couldn't let that happen. Refocusing, she retrieved his lightsaber and ignited it with deliberate slowness. Aligning her gaze with his position, she extended her left arm to match his height, letting the dark blue blade hover above her other hand. Once she was certain of her aim, she harnessed the Force and propelled his saber like an arrow. It flew straight and true, embedding itself in the center of his back and causing him to collapse lifelessly where he stood. She turned back to the glass in search of the movement that she had seen before, but there was nothing. although she was sure that the person was still there, there was no reason to pursue them. instead, she flexed her force once more to create a smoke screen and vanish into the night where she had come. The night’s embrace was both her refuge and her torment, and as the echoes of her power faded into the void, she was left with the haunting realization that the greatest battle she would ever face was not against her foes, but against the seduction of her own darkness.

Her ragged gasps were the only thing that filled her ears as she removed the bloodstained robes that clung to her skin. A bath would do her some good, but it wasn’t until she was completely bare that she noticed the weight missing from her belt—the sai dagger made from cortosis was gone. Panic surged through her as she realized she must have dropped it during the chaos. however, she couldn't go back to that shop now. the bystander from before had already seen her cloaked figure, if she chanced it now then he would most likely get a glimpse of her. her best bet would be to return in the morning disguised as a merchant.

At first light she followed through with her plan to return to the shop where she had committed the atrocities from the night prior. it was strange to see that the fallen jedi had been removed, the ground cleaned and the sound of murmuring voices questioning if the chaos they heard about last night was even real. "I heard it was a rumor." said one store vendor. "No way, there have been many Jedi killings over the past few days. You heard about that cloaked figure that went after Indara a few nights back?" another spoke.

She paused for a brief moment at the name, she had never killed a jedi named Indara....perhaps there was another seeking out revenge? either way, it made her job easier. one less monkey for the zoo.

"I heard it was a drunk bar fight that went wrong and that they turned on each other." she chimed in. if everyone was going to put out some gossip, she might as well add her tidbit to throw them off a bit.

"There have been a lot of them spotted at the pub lately." the older woman agreed.

She hid the half hearted smile that graced her lips when she turned away from them, but her heart sank as she locked eyes with her missing dagger prominently displayed, as if it were for sale, in the window of the shop from last night. The idea of it being displayed as a trinket for someone to snag it nearly made her mouth run dry. She knew she had to retrieve it before the blade—or its significance—fell into the wrong hands. but how?

[satalxo]

a glow like this

happy friday!! sharing this lovely qimir and osha art that i commissioned from @dearmaari.bsky.social for my bridgerton au, 'a glow like this'

A year after meeting a greasy but charming stranger at a salon she wasn't supposed to attend, Osha discovers he's the Duke of Bal'demnic, her sister's betrothed.

3/3, explicit, 27k

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60969871/chapters/155754802

[thesassypadawan]

New Year's Day (Qimir x Knight!Reader) *Blurb*

Summary: New Year's Fete.  For some it’s a time of celebration, renewal, and fresh starts.  However, for you and your dark side lover…it's something much more.  A rare moment to come together, be as one…without the judgmental eyes of the council, the rest of the galaxy looking upon you.   

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because the tiny bit of lovely smut.   Implied oral smex (fem receiving), playing with the kitty-kat, implied multiple orgasms, hint of that mushy stuff, and…Qimir’s long fingers.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track ten of my special holiday mix, New Year’s Day! ❤️💚

- He was a mess…

- Raven locks tousled all about.  Mouth wet with slick.  Pearly strings connecting them to your quivering, soaking core.  Face flushed, coated in your essence.  Stray drops rolling, trickling down his neck.  Glistening in the orange glow of the dying, dwindling fire….flickering candles.

- “How did I get this fortunate…”  Still hovering mere inches above, thighs trembling from them regaining their feeling and strength.  While those chestnut eyes stare up at you, clouded still with a feral haze.  “This lucky…”

- Long fingers reach, calloused tips spread your silken folds.  “To have someone so beautiful…”  Hot breath washes over, tickles.  “So compassionate and so understanding…”  As he presses an affectionate kiss to your swollen, little bud.  “So perfect like you…”

- Jolting from sensitivity.  Sparks of pleasure erupt throughout your overstimulated, overtaxed body.  “Q-Qimir,” you pant and sputter, managing to suck in some air again.  “Too…  It’s too much, I-”

- Words fall short, die in your throat.  The moment his thumb circles, rubs slowly over your entrance.  “Yes…”  Dips briefly, back into your heat.  Collecting more slick, more of that ‘sweet nectar’.  “…you can”

- Smirking, he brings it to his lips.  Taking his time, sucking it clean. “I know you well enough…”  Pleased grunt rumbling deep in his chest, low growl escaping.  Savoring and enjoying your unique taste.  “…you can give me another…and another.”

- Big hands ascend higher and higher.  Kneading and squeezing your pert bottom.  “After all, you are my good girl…”  Before coming to rest on, grip your plush waist.  Tracing patterns into your dewy skin, trying to entice and encourage you.  “…aren’t you?”

- Gazing down at him…  With his hair spilled out across the pillows…  A ring of pale light encircling his head…  Qimir looked ethereal, almost innocent…  Not the wild man you knew tangled in the sheets…  Nor the ruthless one you had known at the end of his crimson blade, that same one from many nights before…

- “Mmmh, I am…always will be,” you hum.  Smoothing back his sweaty bangs, hand lovingly cupping his cheek.  A gentle, tired smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.  “Force and order be damned.”

- “Force and order be damned,” he echoes, a trace of amusement in his gruff voice.  “Such a defiant, little jedi.”  While pressing a tender kiss to your palm, nuzzling his nose and scruff against the soft skin.  “One more…then let’s celebrate in a new ‘way’.  Make some extra memories, to hold us over until next time.”

- And finding yourselves swept up in, succumbing to the throes of passion yet again.  Red rays of sunlight slowly start to creep in, through the cracks and gabs of the cave walls.  Shining on the dried wax and holo-prints that litter the hard, stone floor…  On both your sabers that lay abandoned together on the nearby chest…  As the dawn of a new year, maybe even a new chapter begins.

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Fandom: Star Wars: The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x fReader

Fic Rating: E (explicit)

Chapter Rating: M

AO3

ONE TWO

Dreams.

Dreams weave your sleep into a fitful tapestry. It is dark. So dark. Too dark. Where you expect shapes to take form, there is nothing except the chill on your skin. Instinctively you draw your arms across your chest, finger pads tap, tap, tapping along the goosebumps as you blink, hoping your eyes will adjust to the darkness. When that adjustment never comes, you reach out blindly. Sinking to your knees, you crawl with one hand outstretched and the other cemented beneath you. Hands finding a smooth, solid surface, you lurch forward. Your fingers brush up against something wet and sticky. You recoil as another something rips. The sound reverberates in your skull as a streak of light pours in. Throwing your hands in front of your eyes, you peek through spread fingers as your eyes adjust.

“Well, are you coming?” A voice asks you, a silhouette standing in the light.

You crawl toward that silhouette and the light grows wider, brighter with every inch of progress, until hands grip your forearms and you’re yanked through the opening. The bright light fades to just the steady orange glow of a campfire. Standing on your feet, you glance behind you, only to discover you were inside the belly of a great and hairy beast. The way it’s hair (fur?) falls around its wide face feels familiar. And its eyes—its eyes remind you of—home.

You can’t peel your eyes away from it. You’ve never seen a beast like that before. Tempted to touch it, you take a tentative step forward but it deflates, skin and hair melting away and leaving behind a brittle boned corpse. Another step. Another moment of silent contemplation and you remind yourself that you’re dreaming. The beast isn’t real. Not real at all. None of it is. You turn back to the fire.

The stranger who helped you has their back to you, a helmet on their head. Your eyes flick to his arms, beautifully toned and you wonder what the rest of him looks like. You swallow, shaking your head before this dream shifts into fantasy territory.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “For saving me.”

“You saved yourself,” he says.

Stepping closer to him, you sit down in the sand. “I didn’t.”

“You’re closed off to it. But it was you.” He pokes at a log in the fire and the sparks lift, glimmering once before floating off as ash. “You are afraid to confront it. But if you do nothing, it will confront you.”

“What do you mean?” You rub at your arms, a shift in the air making you itch. “I’m not afraid.”

He snatches up your wrist in his hand. A tight grip with nails that press into your flesh, you try to wrangle free as he tilts his head, helmet lined with metal teeth that eerily smile at you.

Deep down you enjoy it.

Enjoy this.

That slight pinch of pain.

This stranger’s confident and masked countenance.

That inner whisper that begs you to humble him. Make him kneel before you and do as you say.

His voice breaks through and you clear your head of those thoughts. “Where you’ve brought us tells me otherwise. And the sooner you embrace your fear—the sooner you’ll be free.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“No. No. No. You—you’re afraid of yourself.”

The words bite like his nails in your skin. You tug your hand away. “Who are you?”

“You’re asking the wrong question.” You can’t see his face but the shake of his head reveals his disappointment. “But I can guide you—teach you to ask the right one.”

“I don’t need a teacher,” you bitterly reply.

He hums a reply and shifts, rising above you. “I believe you will change your answer when you need me.”

But for now, we’ve run out of time. You need to wake up.” With the toe of his boot against your chest, he shoves you. Your back hits ground, breath a huff of surprise leaving your body.