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visionsofmagic · 2 years ago

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― ❀ ‹ little touches › ❀―

✧ pairing: cal kestis x f!reader

✵ summary: you and cal are sharing lots of touches that seem little to you in the first place but they begin to grow from just little to something more.

✧ wc: 5.6k

✵ warnings&tags: fluff to nsfw (minors dni!), (lots of) touches, kisses, friends to lovers, (kinda) slow burn, jedi!reader, force using/connections, some uncannon scenes (maybe?), oral (m receiving), fingering, licking, petnames/nicknames, sub!cal turning into dom!cal, chocking, praising, biting, nipple playing, & more in the story! enjoy <3

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Cal Kestis. A name your mind have filled with after you two became close friends – closer than you thought from others’ eyes, especially Greez and Cere who were teasing you two frequently. Their teasing has grown after Nightsister Merrin joined to the team. Merrin had a straigthforward personality, making her speak whatever she was thinking that made you have respect for her bravety which was lack of you from your point of view because you would never tell how much you loved Cal, your best friend as he called when he introduced you to other people. Without having enough confident like Merrin did, you knew you wouldn’t tell Cal that you saw him more than just a friend but because of both your lack of confidence and fears about its consequences, such as losing him forever if he didn’t love you back.

Merrin always told you to speak with him but you could never. She was angry about it since Cal was the only one who could not see the love you has held for him while every other in the ship has acknowledged it. You didn’t blame Cal, no, he was so innocent to think about it, especially since his goal was something significant to look after, not paying attention to other things.

But this secret of you never stopped you from, well, giving him little touches as you believed such as fixing his orange colored – looking so good hair after jumps, fights or travels around the galaxy. Fixing it, caressing it, allowing your hands to travel on the softness of his hair was something you liked to do and Cal never disturbed by it. He even liked to come to your side for you to fix his hair, giving you a blushed face for such innocent wish you accept gladly.

Moreover, you could heal his wounds that happened on his arms or hands after a tough fight or event, simply bandaging them after cleaning which he would apricated and thanks again and again, giving cute smiles.

Other than these touches, you would touch his face from time to time, just for a few seconds that would be enough for you to become breathless for a moment. He has both a cute and handsome face – you always impressed from the way he looked, showing reflections of his pure and wonderful soul – heart. He was so cute – as you thought whenever you looked at him from far away or a closer view.

So, yes, they were little touches, happened from time to time, naturally or sometimes willingly since you carved to touch him – to feel him. You wouldn’t say you were all innocent like him, no, you couldn’t hide the fact that how you wanted to touch him so closely, and him to touch you with his smooth palms. Marker, you even wished him to hold your face with his palms and kiss your lips – your face, and more, every part of your body. How shame of you – you would think after wishes that turned from innocent to naughty ones in time without your control. Your heart felt like it would explode soon enough because of the love and passion you felt for Cal.

And one day – finally, it all turned upside down.

After his alone fight with Wyyyschokks on Kashyyyk – a group of huge spiders while seeking for supplies for the ship and the team, Cal got an injury on his chest as he informed you the moment he got into the ship and you gave him a “I missed you and I was so worried” type of hug. He gave a painful moan, feeling sharp feeling on his chest.

You quickly stopped hugging him. You were worried about his health, so, you helped him to get inside of his personal room on the ship. After putting his body to the bed, leaving his arm on your shoulder slowly, you began to take some health supplies.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked as he leaned a little towards the bed, putting his strength on one elbow while his other one stayed on his chest. “Your chest?” You asked again, gathering supplies, and finally coming to his side. “Is your chest hurting?”

The painful look on his face disappeared slowly, turning from painful to calm one. He opened his eyes that were closed because of the pain, “Yes but its feel better now. I think it was because of the impact of your hug.”

“I am so sorry!” You said, feeling sad to give him pain. It wasn’t your intention really. You just missed him and after others left the ship for particular different reasons, you thought about Cal and you felt sorry to leave him alone but Cere needed assistance before going out as well.

Standing in front of him, he smiled, “Not be sorry. It’s okay. I am glad to find a heart-warming welcome like always.”

With a blushed face because of his compliment, you nodded, pointing to his chest, “You still need to be healed.”

Looking at his chest, he nodded, “I don’t think it is something serious but okay.”

Opening his legs wider, giving you enough space to get between them, not particularly paying attention to how it would make you two close to each other, Cal slowly removed his top, leaving you sight of his well built chest.

His hand stayed under his chin as he opened his chest to your bare eyes without thinking about it that much as you thought firstly, but, when you looked at his face as soon as you gathered enough confidence, redness on your face – you saw how his eyes weren’t looking at your face at all. He was looking at the door stayed on his right, having red cheeks, averting your gazes.

As your anxiety felt down slowly thanks to seeing he was same as you, you smiled to yourself secretly – maybe for the first time, you wanted to be brave, brave enough to take a step closer for your relationship, getting his intentions; whether they were same as yours or not.

You never touched his body’s special parts like his thighs, chest and well, cock. How only the thought of it made you weak on the knees. Taking deep but rapid breaths, your hands gently touches his wound that was just a thin cut, appearing to be a red mark on his chest that needed some cleaning, heal cream and bandaging.

Getting between his thick thighs, feeling hot with each second, you tried to calm down the air by asking, “How did you get this one?” Opening the medic box, you picked up a liquid that cleans heals wounds, you poured it on cotton.

“What can I say?” Cal used his playful and childish tone while answering your question, “The danger finds me eventually as it seems.”

Chuckling to his dumb looking face – cute at the same time as always, you said, “Or you find the danger, hm?” while kneeling closer to his chest and face, beginning to clean the wound rested below his built abdomen from up to down, making your hands’ tips touch his bare chest from time to time, giving you hard time to breath. And when you paid attention to Cal who didn’t respond you yet, you realized how unclear breaths – pitching irregularly. Also, his eyes were directed on your hands on his chest, not looking your face that looked at his expressions.

Was it because of feeling someone closer after such a long time or simply, he found your touches – breath taking? – You asked to yourself as you cleaned it finally, putting down cotton on the box, ready to be thrown into garbage after finishing. Then, you picked a little box that had a grey cream on it to heal the wound more and permanently.

Cal, who was silent surprisingly, was sitting in front of you so beautifully that you forgot your mission for a second. Both palms resting on his back – on the surface of the bed as he was leaning back, giving you an entire show without noticing, he looked so good. He was both had beauty and attractiveness. He was both cute and handsome – taking your breath away every time you looked at him.

Then, his eyes looked at yours, so intense that your hand shook for a moment before you came to your senses, smiling nervously because of being caught by him while you clearly undressed him with your eyes only. Feeling so shy and some guilt, you tried to get rid of the awkwardness you two were holding with a funny memory, “I hope spiders doing okay though. They seemed to like you the last time you fell into their home.”

You opened the box, taking some cream for your forefinger and middle one, you didn’t look up to his eyes but you could feel his piercing gazes that turned to soft ones.

Childish as ever, he shrugged, “At least they didn’t eat me for a welcome party, huh?”

“Yeah.” You just said, not paying attention to his reply since your fingers were burning like hell now due to touching his skin directly while wiping the cream on the wound.

He was warm – even hot. He felt – good. It felt so good to touching him from this close and directly. You began to feel guilt as you remembered your mission; healing him, not being greedy for more. No, you shouldn’t be in a situation that you wanted to sit on his lap, touching his chest entirely, moving from his upper body to lower one – lower enough to turn this whole situation from innocent one to a sin.

Taking heavy breaths, you stopped wiping the cream the moment Cal’s hand found its way on your wrist, holding it firmly but gently at the same time. However, you couldn’t help jump in surprise, not waiting him to touch you like this. He clearly wanted to say something to you.

Looking at his green eyes that felt darker than before in terms of the color, you waited for him to began but he didn’t. Instead saying something, he just looked at you intensely and directly, making you having irregular breaths once again.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, only question came to your mind that seemed logical.

He shook his head negatively, holding you still but now, caressing the skin he was holding, making you look at his hand and to his face again, trying to understand what he was thinking but you never good at reading minds of others. The gift you held as a Jedi was to enter deep down to their emotions which was something helped you to understand Cal more.

So, you were going to close your eyes for a second to reach his deep feelings and intentions from there just to get a slight understanding of his behaviors, but, he stopped you from doing that by saying, “Do you the time we decided to open ourselves to each other, completely?”

Remembering that moment very well, you nodded. He was referring the time you both decided to open your forces to each other, letting other to feel other’s force, giving permission to special part of being a Jedi. It really helped your friendship grew bigger and further because you could try to reach each other’s forces whenever you felt sorrow, pain, lost or happy – like all the emotions you felt so high from time to time. It also helped you to get used to this life, feeling one another, not feeling alone but safe and sound in each other’s company.

But you never tried to access more of his intentions about you, having fear of seeing a fact that he didn’t like you back – he just saw you as a friend, nothing more. In return, Cal promised you to not trying to discover the secrets you were holding deep down on his own, instead, he wanted to wait for you to open to him, willingly. What a good soul he had, as you realized once again.

“What about it?” You asked to him, curious as ever.

“I promised you that I will not try to reach deep down to your feelings but –“ He stopped for a second, looking anywhere except your eyes. “I – I think they happened to be opened as their own.” His shutter made you understand what he was saying after a while.

Finally understanding what he was referring to, you looked at his blushed face both because of guilt and excitement, sending his feelings thorough the force you two opened without any control of your mind. He was feeling – happy?

“You are saying that you saw – my feelings?”

He nodded, averting your gazes still. “They were so – loud. I am sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to –“

He stopped talking when your free left hand touched his chest again, the parts that were undamaged. He looked at you in shock like the one you felt before.

“I –“ He tried to say but you stopped.

“Cal,” You said, sounding so calm contrary to the explosions you held on your inner chest. “Yours are too loud like mine. And since I am feeling sensitive jedi – I can’t help but feel them as well.”

“Oh –“ It was the only thing Cal said before lowering his head down because of shyness he was feeling now.

Not believing what was happening entirely, not ready to acknowledge them yet, you began to act according to the feelings and instincts you were holding deep down which were known Cal even if you held them as secrets ‘till this day. When he firstly pointed out them, you felt so lost – so lost that you could leave him like this, escaping from the room, ship and even the planet. However, all the bad emotions disappeared when you felt his own secrets – shy, happy and at the same time, lovely and passionate because of you – and your touches. He was feeling as the same way like you did – he had same love and desire!

Was this all a dream? – You asked to yourself. Maybe it was, but it was the most magnificent one you had, so, even if it felt like a dream, you knew it was real and in the end, you were ready to take actions.

Bravery and confident came back into life thanks to Cal and you were going to show your gratitude to him for this.

So, you put your hand under his chin, lifting his head, seeing so many sparkles traveling on his green and beautiful eyes. Smiling him, you decided what you wanted to do – something you wanted to do for a long – long time. Finally, you knelt down closer, took a deep breath and connected your lips with his soft ones that felt like heaven itself.

Your eyes closed by their own, a huge explosion occurred on your chest, happiness and peace appeared as well as desire and affection with love – pure love.

His soft lips felt like heaven – so smooth and kissable. Through the force, you opened your deep feelings for him to see his affects on you as well yours on him which were quite visible after the kiss started. He was shaking a little firstly; then, he gained more confidence, putting his hands on your waist, making you come closer, sitting on his thighs while resting your knees on each side of his thighs.

Lifting his head higher to reach you more, beginning to use his tongue shyly but proudly now, Cal made you moan as he helped you to sit down onto his now hardened cock you could feel from your clothed pussy. It was so hot under there, sending little jolts to your core without being naked. How could he would feel if there was not any clothes? – You thought when Cal left your lips – messy as ever, only to begin kiss, lick and bite your neck, earning lots of low moans from you.

“Cal –“ You tried to say between his heavy kisses. Your hands began to travel on his body shamelessly, exploring the parts you never had chance to touch so closely – intensely and freely. This time, you didn’t have to hold yourself back, no, you could feel him entirely. He send relaxing feelings by using force, trying to tell you that it was okay for you to touch him – he needed it like you did, so, you didn’t wait a second, lifting his shirt completely, leaving his upper body naked.

Thanks to practices he was doing and other things, his body was built powerful, contrast to his childish face which could turn into a hot mess whenever he wanted.

Putting your hands on his neck, argue to touch him from head to toe made your mind go dizzy. Trusting to your inner wishes, your hands started moving without any control of your brain, feeling his delicate skin under the tips of your fingers, closing eyes, his hot breaths under your ear, neck full of love kisses turning into nasty ones, two heart beating so fast, power of force pulling you two together.

Cal left your neck, looking at your half-closed eyes, then to your hands on his body, he smiled, kissing your lips again before saying, “Hey, look at me.” Listening his wish, you opened your eyes completely, seeing how his warmness hitting his own face and body. “Do you want to stop here or –“

“No!” You said suddenly. Realizing it, you blushed, looking at him shyly, “I want more. I want to feel more – “ You took a deep breath, “If you want it to as well.”

Smiling widely, Cal said, “Yeah.” Reflecting your actions, he began to touch your neck, moving from there to chest, then, reaching your clothed breasts and hardened nipples through the tiny fabric of your top, he made you moan louder than before, making your back arching in pleasure. “I would like that too.”

Heavy breaths’ coming out of you two were filling the room, giving clues of unholy things you would commit from now on. Feeling his both palms on your breasts, you closed your eyes after pulling Cal’s hair a little to take his attention, “More Cal.” You said, “I want your mouth too and that tongue of yours.”

Smirking, no more shyness he held before, he nodded, helping you to remove your top, leaving your exposed chest to his hungry gazes, he took one of your nipples inside his mouth after saying, “Gladly.”

Closing your eyes, throwing your head a little to back, you felt how his tongue traveled on your nipples from right to left, how his palms captured your breasts to play with them like the way he wanted – he was so good making you feel euphoria. Wanting him to show your gratitude, you decided to touch him more after he spent some time with your breasts.

As he bit one of your nipples’ slightly, you moaned and pulled his hair, making him leave your chest alone as he looked up, a few salvias on his open mouth, red cheeks, sparkling on his eyes, he looked like an angel even if in a situation like this. Your hand on his hair, pulling it time to time, you smiled, “Look at how messy you are.” Caressing his cheek, knowing very well how he turned on right now after seeing you being bossy over him, you said, “But you need to be touched too, right, Cal?” Gripping his clothed and hardened cock in a fast action, you made him close his eyes with the effect of grip, leaving a low moan. Caressing his cock, you said, “Will you be a good boy and let me make you feel good, hm?”

Unzipping his pants, you took out his cock from his boxer, making it meet with the cold air of the room for a second before holding it entirely with your two palms, making force flow coming from Cal stopping only to moving rapidly to reach yours.

“Will you be my good boy Cal?”

“Yes!” He said, low but sharp voice coming out of him, “Please.”

And there he was – submissive for the first time, just for you. How cute.

Without waiting any longer, you got up from his lap, sitting down on the ground between his thick thighs, putting your knees on the cold surface; you looked at Cal who was waiting for you to make a move for his aching cock, needy, looking at you with half-closed eyes.

Smiling him to make him relax, you didn’t leave his gaze even when you began to lick his tip, feeling his pre-cum’s taste. Moving from his tip to lower, licking all the way down to his balls, you witnessed how Cal closed his eyes, throwing his head back while his shaking hands stayed on the surface of the bed behind him.

Closing yours too, you only focused on his touch-starved cock, leaving your tongue and mouth taste him, taking it into as possible as you can, earning new moans from Cal who was enjoying this as well as you did. Making him feel good like this was a reward for you which no one could give but him.

Trying to take him further into your warm mouth, you nearly began to choke on his thick cock while your fingers working on his balls. That made Cal open his eyes, kneeling down to you, starting to caress your hair, putting some of them behind your ears to see you with a better view. He was looking bossy now, not you. He wasn’t that submissive. Contrary to that, he really looked he was in charge and your assumption happened to be correct when you felt him pulling the back hair of yours like you did to him.

“Oh, Y/n,” He said, sharply, “I really liked to be a good boy but how about you become a good girl and take it all?” He smirked, “Hm?” Mocking you a little, he didn’t wait for your answer because he already knew even before asking – he knew how you both enjoyed him being submissive to you and bossy.

He held you from the hair, taking your own control of will, starting using your mouth like a toy, making it going in and out rapidly on his cock as you began to choke real this time.

Then, his free hand found one of your nipples, twisting it a few times like how you was being breathless because of his cock coming in and out of your wide open mouth roughly, a messy hair completed with tearful eyes.

Both his hand on your nipple and his cock on your mouth which he would take out only to slap your face with it, saying things made your thighs crashed into each other with pure lust and high, he took a mess out of you. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” Moaning, he added, “You don’t know how I wished to see you like this for a long time, ugh,” He touched your cheek, “C’mon, be a good girl and make me cum. Yeah?”

Nodding to him, you put your hands the places your mouth couldn’t reach. Adding the tongue along with them, you earned a loud moan out of Cal who didn’t last so long and cum all of your mouth, “I’m cumming!”

He left your mouth freely when you shallowed all of his cum, messy but happy, you looked at his proud face.

“My good girl.” Oh, how only his words could make you come. If he would keep up with using that nickname, you would cum all over to the floor underneath you. “You did a really good job.”

“T-thanks.” You said, not that confident or bossy. He smirked more to your pathetic situation. Then, he put his hands on your waists, helping you to get up from the floor with shaking legs and reddened knees.

“Oh, my beautiful Y/n, come here.” He put down your body onto his bed, covering yours while his taller and stronger one as he got top of you, giving messages to your painful knees. “Don’t worry,” He kissed your face again and again, gently – childishly, “I will make you forget the pain. I will make you forget the entire galaxy. Just say the word.” He kissed you once again, “Will you say the word my love?”

His nicknames of you were going further – closer in a beautiful way and you knew how he could feel each of their effect on your body, inside and outside which was making him say more things to you. He liked his own effects on you and he was going to gain all the things you would offer to him, even those which you could not imagine of having.

“Please, Cal,” You gave him what he wanted, ready to have him. “I want you – I need you.”

“What you need me for, Y/n?” That dummy! He was so cocky, so much but you liked it like the rest of his features.

“I need you to fuck me, Cal, please!” You could wait longer but needy part of you wasn’t patient, not anymore, especially after he was being all cocky and bossy yet again.

“Then, I will give what my good girl needs, gladly.”

He removed both your pants and underwear which he looked for a moment and smirking to your choosing of color, pink, he left you all naked. After spending some time to admire every feature of you from head to toe, he said, “You are so beautiful in every way. My dreams could never.” Blushing, you smiled happily. Hearing his praises on your body boosted your self-esteem. He was still so sensitive towards you, not wanting you to get sad.

Lastly, he too removed his pants and boxer. Naked in front of you as some pink color appeared on his cheek. You chuckled, touching to his back as he knelt down again, hovering on top of you. You said honestly, “You are both a beautiful and handsome boy, Cal. I can not imagine any other living being having this beauty.”

“Well, I like to be called as handsome from you again and again if you would say it in that way, my love.” He chuckled.

Not waiting longer, he let in his two fingers at once inside your tight aching pussy, leaving you nothing but only scream his name because of the way he began to use his fingers and speed of them that you didn’t expect him to be that – rough.

Cal who was afraid to hurt even a flower, avoiding his feet to crash them, turned into that something you could not ever dream about. He always treated you such a wonderful lady, giving you little gifts and hugs, fearing to hurt you in any way. However, now he was different than that, yes, indeed his that side was still there, kissing you gently and saying good things as his long fingers disappeared inside your walls, fucking you with them roughly. You liked every side of him in the end because he was all yours – both a gentleman who treat you like a lady and a cocky boy who liked to make your mind go all dizzy.

“Cal!” You moaned again as his speeded up fingers which were three now and tongue on everywhere of your laying body made you cum hard and strong for the first time of your life – your fingers could never.

Chuckling to your pathetic form, Cal held your face, making you look at his dark green eyes, sparkles moving inside, showing how he enjoyed watching you like that, under him. His fingers covered with your juicy appeared just to disappear again in his mouth. While Cal was licking remaining juicy of you, you moaned at the sight of it. He was going to be your death – oh how beautiful and magical boy he was, looking wonderful, your cum on his lips.

Then, he kissed you, leaving your juicy transferring from his lips to yours. Using his tongue after you left a moan when you felt his cock’s tip entering you slowly. “Cal –“ You were breathless maybe for a hundredth time in this day.

He didn’t respond or say anytthing. He left his actions and force do their job to give you something.

Entering as enough as he could get, finally, he waited for a while for you to adjust his length and thickness. Nodding to him for inform that you were ready, he kissed your cheeks, then your nose and finally, lips, putting both of his hands under your head, close, he smiled, “Just relax. You only will feel me. Nothing more. Ready?”

Nodding him again, you hugged him from his neck and back, closing your eyes, you took all of he began to give you with devilish moans and screams both his names and other things your ear could not hear no more.

Thrusts of his wondrous cock giving your pussy turned from slow and deep to rough and fast. He speeded up, going in and out fast enough to make you wonder how his stamina was that powerful and high. As his thrusts didn’t stop their strength and pace, Cal took your thigh, helping you two put your legs on his back to leave him more space to fuck your used pussy – further and deeper.

“Cal!” His name was only thing your mind comprehend and going out of your mouth that kissed by him from moment to moment while he kept fucking you so senseless.

You could feel burning sensation inside your thighs, his balls hitting your ass cheeks strongly, making your body jump with each thrust, giving a climax you never tasted before in your entire life – which you would want over and over again after this.

“Cum, Y/n,” Cal said between his heavy breaths, sweats flowing from his forehead to his face, showing how fast he was – how rough he was. “Cum all over my cock. C’mon,” He added after looking at your bouncing boobs because of impact of him and his cock buried deep inside your walls which were hugging him from time to time, alerting that you were close to leave another climax – powerful than the first one. “Feed me with your juicy and I will feed you with mine.”

Adding some speed up which you never expected made your stomach turn upside down as your climax was ready for you to leave. And the last thing that made it reach to the higher point was Cal’s deep voice on your ear mixing with his hot breaths. “Cum, my beautiful love.”

Moaning, your nails scratched his back harshly, earning a ground from Cal, you cum.

As your juicy flowed onto his cock and bed under your naked bodies – full of sweats, redness and lustful hotness, you moaned his name for the last time before nearly fainting thanks to Cal’s on-going thrusts.

He looked like he was close to cum either, so, looking at him, you found last remaining of your power, touching his face with your hands while using force to reach deep down of him, reflecting what he did to make you cum, you smiled lightly, “Come inside me, Cal. Please. I need you.” Kissing his parted lips, you added, helpding Cal reaching to the end, “Fill me up, my love.”

Groaning, Cal listened your wish – the one he wanted so badly too but never had courage to ask you. He cum inside – hard and a lot, filling you up

You both waited ‘till your breaths slowed down, enough to take another actions, Cal left a kiss to your lips, then, he slowly came out of you, making his cum flowing from your pussy to the bed. He watched it for a while, feeling wonderful at the sight of it.

When he had enough, he took his part beside you on the bed to rest for a bit before a shower.

He put his arm for you to put your head on. Approaching him, you took his hair in front of his forehead, looking at his dumb looking face – full of smiles, you said, “Cal, I –“

“I know.” He said, not wanting you to continue. Feelings were enough for this moment – no word needed as he thought but you were going to say it anyway because you waited for so – so long for this to happen.

“I love you, Cal. I really do.”

“I know,” He said once again, kissing your nose. “I love you too, Y/n, with all of my heart and soul."

Putting his free hand on air, he waited you to connect yours with his. As you gladly connected them together, both holding each other’s hands tightly, you smiled. Without saying a thing, you exchanged gazes with deep meanings behind them, kissing each other gently and shyly from here and there. You stayed a few minutes like that, not minding your cums or sweats.

But when you felt aching on your pussy, you called him. “Cal?”

“Yeah?” He asked, still watching your cute face in pure affection and admiration.

“Would you like to take a bath with me?”

He smirked, “Oh Marker, how it comes like a melody from your lips when you are asking me something I wanted for such a long time.” He nodded, “Of course, my good girl. I would like to do everything with you.”

Chuckling with a blushed face, you watched him to get up from the bed, “Including cleaning the ship with me?”

He put his hands on your back and under knees, picking up your body from bed, making you rise on air. You hugged him from his neck, trusting his strength as he made your way into the bath, “Well, maybe we should talk about that ‘everything’ part, huh?”

What a childish boy he was who you liked the most.

the end. 🌶️

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dezgate · 3 months ago

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more bad batch Vampire au!!!!

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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 year ago

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Surrender - Rose Tico x General Hux (GingerRose)

Authors Note: Good lord….these two make my heart explode.

Warning: Kind of spicy! Nothing huge though.

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Air. Air was all Rose could feel and hear. Empty and warm air that surrounded her in this stupid cell. Only an hour ago were her and Finn on their knees infront of the pathetic First Order General. Only an hour ago did the bastard place his disgusting gloved hand under her chin- tilting her to look up at him. She’d debated biting it off- but thought against the better part of herself. It would do no good. No matter how much she wished to see the filth of his smirk wiped from his face.

Now- she was here. Dim lights of the cell flickering to life. She’d been alone. She was sure this wasn’t the end- someone would have to come to the rescue. They couldnt have just been…abandoned? Could they? Gods…she thought it had been only an hour. Her mind flashed with images of Finn. What could they be doing to him?

She was sat down- curled up against her knees as her hands were bound together. She could feel her heart beat- a mixture of fear and determination. She could feel her heart beating to the empty rythm of the air. It was horrid. It was all horrid.

She closed her eyes as she heard the clank of steps outside- heavy boots. They were frustratingly…gracefully getting closer.

As the cell door creaked open, Rose glanced up from her knees, meeting the General’s cold and calculating gaze. His uniform pristine, his demeanor stern, he exuded authority as he approached her with measured steps. The tension in the room was palpable, the unspoken animosity simmering between them like a coiled serpent.

"You're quite the thorn in my side, scum." Hux stated, his voice steady, yet laced with an underlying intensity. "Your resistance and tenacity are both impressive and vexing."

What the hell was he doing here? Rose didn't flinch, her gaze unwavering, a subtle defiance evident in her eyes. "I'll never stop fighting for what I believe in," she replied, her voice matching his own steadiness, refusing to let him see her vulnerability. Though it came out as more of a weak snarl.

Hux's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing as if relishing the challenge. "What did I say about rebel vermin?” A scowl nearly surfaced. “What you “believe” in is far below the First Order. The Republic is no more.” He spat the word “Republic”, looking at her with accomplishment. His eyebrows raised slightly, tantalizing half smile playing on his face.

Rose didn’t believe it. She knew. The Resistance would never give up, not now. Not ever. Someone would come find her and Finn- and when they did- they would keep fighting. As they had always done.

She didn’t grace him with a response- simply looking up at him in hatred. Her nostrils flared- eyes looking up at him from beneath her brows. Somehow- her lack of a response seemed to irk him. His smile slipped into the familiar scowl- raising his hand. Expecting a blow to the face like Finn got- she closed her eyes- ready to accept- but it never came.

When she opened her eyes- she found the General simply holding his hand up- lip curled. It was as though he had stopped himself- and in his own halt- confused himself as well. His brows furrowed onto her.

There was a moment of charged silence as their eyes locked, a silent battle of wills taking place between them. Rose felt the tension building like an electrical storm, unsure whether to brace herself for the strike or to succumb to the pull of…strange attraction she sensed emanating from Hux.

The General shook his head- as though to shake off his own failure to punish her.

Finally, Rose took her turn to speak- voice leveled. She remembered the feeling of his glove- tracing her cheek and down to her chin- forcing her head to look up at him. The touch…strangely gentle.

“What is it your doing here? If you’re not going to torture me?” Her voice shook- but still dripped with resistance- determination in her throat as she nodded to his hand- still raised.

He scoffed, presumably offended. As though the question was obvious. Hux took a step closer, his breath mingling with hers, their proximity igniting an undeniable spark. He had leaned down to her level on the floor.

Rose thought- this would be the perfect time. To kick or hit or scream or bite. Though…alike Hux’s own failure to hit her- she stood completely still. She attempted to convince herself it was of the fear. The consequences she would face for hitting the man. Thats why she didn’t do it….certainly not the way his eyes trained on her…or the feeling of his touch…or the way his lips curved in the flickering light of the cell.

“You bewilder me, scum,” His voice was suddenly akin to a whisper as neither took their eyes away from the other. It was like a confession- aggression still evident in his words. “…I can't tell if I want to argue with you… or do something else entirely."

Rose swallowed, mouth dry. His hand raised again- though Rose paid it no mind. She stared into his eyes- determined to not show any weakness. It slowly raised as it did when she was first on her knees for him…gloved finger coming down to her chin- then making his way down her jaw, before turning into a fist. He roughly wrapped his hand around into her hair, forcibly pulling her neck back in a sharp motion.

Rose let out a grunt at the action, causing her to finally stand up to his level as he pulled upwards. Her mouth dropped, not taking her eyes off him once. Heavy breaths sounded between the both of them- Hux’s own strangley shakey despite his power. It made her question what the hell was happening. Though it hit her- neither of them really knew.

“Your defiance fuels my desire to break you, yet I find myself….inexplicably…captivated.” His whispers sounded. He sure does talk…a lot. Rose thought to herself, gaze moving from his eyes to his lips. She hurriedly looked away- fighting her thoughts of his lips.

Another tug to her hair forced her to look at him. “Look at me,” he growled- eyes trained on her- emperial accent shaking at his own words. ”Nothing else.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, torn between her instincts to resist and the inexplicable allure he held over her. "I won't let you break me," she asserted, though her resolve seemed to waver as his intensity bore into her soul.

“I assure you…” A slight smile played on his lips- one that he was unsure of himself. He was letting himself go. His control was slipping- but in the moment he didn’t care. Nothing mattered. He dipped his head into her own neck, hand fisted into her hair pulling back. He was now fully pressed up against her- her own body against a cell wall. “…It would be quite…pleasurable for the both of us.”

His breath grazed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. He murmured the words against her neck, his admission catching them both off guard.

She felt her thighs clench together in reflex. She hated this.

Rose's heart raced, and she mustered the strength to meet his gaze with defiance. "I won't give you the satisfaction," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "I won't let you see me weak."

A mix of frustration and intrigue flickered across Hux's features as he pulled away from her neck to observe her. The air between them crackled with a charged energy, a dangerous dance of power and attraction that neither of them could deny.

His grip on her hair loosened slightly, and his thumb brushed against her cheek, his touch strangely tender yet tinged with restraint.

"Your soul...” His voice grew more intense. He held on to her tighter, his affection evident in every caress.

“Your body…” Hux pulled at her hair and leaned close to her lips until he was practically speaking against them.

“Your thoughts…” He struggled to get the words out as he felt the sensation of her own body press against him.

“They already give me satisfaction,” He spat- harsh contrast to the reality of the words. “You are already weak. I can see you right now. A weak…pathetic little thing.”

Rose's breath hitched, her heart conflicted by the emotions coursing through her. She had come to see General Hux as nothing more than an enemy, a cruel and heartless leader of the First Order. But now, faced with this complexing…allure…she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and attraction.

"Is this some kind of game to you?" she asked, her voice trembling, unsure if she wanted to hear the answer. "Toying with me like this?"

Hux's gaze bore into hers, and for a moment, the arrogance in his eyes faded, replaced by a raw honesty that surprised them both. "No," he said, his voice barely above a whisper- cracking in self-frustration and admission. "It's not a game…I don't know what it is, but it's something I can't explain."

The vulnerability in his confession resonated with Rose, and she found herself inching closer to him, drawn to the enigma before her. Despite everything, she couldn't deny the pull she felt, the strange connection that had formed between them from then to now.

Their faces were mere inches apart, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. Rose could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, and her heart pounded in her chest, torn between the desire to fight and the desire to surrender to his wants for her.

Hux closed his eyes and breathed in slowly, calming himself enough for his voice to return to normal. He opened his eyes and looked back into hers. His gaze was filled with the same confusion and conflict as when he spoke before. He knew what he was feeling, but he couldn't admit it, not here.

“Please.” He muttered- word gutteral in his throat. As if it was foreign to him to have to beg for anything. He was used to just getting what he wanted.

Rose felt a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside her as she looked into Hux's conflicted gaze. The General, known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, now appeared vulnerable, almost like a lost little boy searching for something he couldn't quite name.

His plea hung heavy in the air, and Rose could feel the weight of his desire- though not quite fully understanding just what he was asking. It was a dangerous proposition, and part of her wanted to resist, to hold onto her defiance and not give him the satisfaction he sought.

But another part of her, a part that she had never acknowledged before, was drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, two souls entangled in a fate they couldn't escape.

As his lips hovered near hers, Rose felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her. She knew she should push him away, to remind herself of the pain and suffering he had caused. The people he’d killed. Tortured without a second glance. Yet, in this moment, none of it mattered. The lines between captor and captive blurred, and all she could focus on was the magnetic pull between them.

"Please what?" she mumured, her voice barely above a whisper, feeling her resolve melt away. The vulnerability in his eyes was mirrored in her own, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the galaxy.

"Surrender," Hux stated, his voice firmer now, as if trying to regain his composure. His voice was a bit louder- as if he was commanding her as he did with the troops. He had practice, Rose reminded herself. Practice in forcing people to do what he wanted. Practice in pain. “Surrender to me. Not to the First Order. To me. No one else.”

His words made her let go of a shakey breath, and Rose found herself finally unable to retort. It was a dangerous proposition, and part of her wanted to run, to deny the questionable aura between them.

But another part of her, a part that she had kept hidden deep inside her heart, yearned to give in, to let herself be consumed by the passion and desire that Hux had suddenly awakened in her.

In that moment, Rose made a choice that would change the course of their lives forever. And with that same mix of fear and determination she had in the begginning, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss was electric, a collision of conflicting emotions and unspoken desires. It was as if the cell walls around them had crumbled, leaving them exposed and vulnerable to each other.

Hux responded with equal fervor, if not more. His free hand roughly grabbed her neck, shoving her even farther into the wall that trapped her. His touch was both offensive and passionate- and in that moment, they both surrendered, unbeknownst.

As they kissed, time seemed to stand still, and the weight of the war and their responsibilities falling away. In this small, secluded moment, they were just two individuals bound by fate, trying to find solace and understanding in each other.

When they finally pulled away, both were left breathless and bewildered by the intensity of the moment. Their gazes locked once more, and in that shared look, they saw the vulnerability and strength in each other. Hux looked…horrified- but hadn’t let go of her throat in his hands. Rose looked similarly.

Neither knew where this uncharted path would lead them, but they both knew that they were forever changed. The lines between love and hate had blurred, and they were left with a whirlwind of emotions that neither of them could fully comprehend.

In the dimly lit cell, they’d both stood as equals, despite the chains that held Rose in place.

And in that moment, they realized that sometimes, surrendering to the other….may not be all that bad.

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could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler · 2 months ago

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ROAD TO FICTIONAL WRESTLEMANIA

AVATAR KORRA STARTS TO LOSE IT

Ahead of the showdown between Ultimate Women’s Champion Ruby Rose (RWBY) and the challenger Avatar Korra, Ruby and Korra have been trying to get under each other’s skin. What started off as friendly trash talking has devolved into something more heated than either of them expected.

Korra has been calling Ruby out for needing the help of Team RWBY to maintain her championship.

Ruby has been saying that Korra is under the shadow of her girlfriend Asami Sato, who was the previous champion (Ruby beat Asami to be the current champ). The main accusation is that Korra only used her title shot against Ruby in order to try to impress Asami / avenge her girlfriend’s loss.

For this episode of Monday Night Fresh, Korra was booked in a regular singles match against Nightsister Merrin (Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order / Survivor). As part of the progression of this feud, Korra ends up losing this match.

(A) Korra angrily tells Asami to leave the arena so she can prove herself, still ends up losing anyways

(B) Merrin taunts Korra by saying she’s Asami’s shadow, which causes Korra to lose her temper, leading to her losing the match

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finnpoefanevents · 1 year ago

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While The Last Jedi has it's shortcomings - and there are a lot - we loved this tender moment in the movie.

All during their haphazard planning rapidly failing options, Finn keeps depending on Poe, while debating what he should do now, that he had been caught by Rose.

Because Poe doesn't know Rey yet, he hardly knows Finn at this point, but he understands immediately the importance of the tracker, without as much as a word.

While Finn's goal was to avoid Rey coming back to a losing battle when he tried to desert. So it is implied that not only did he put all his faith into Poe, but made a promise that Rose and he will make it back and save the Resistance.

And again Poe never hesitates to take it. In a way it is a very romantic promise and a bet on each other. For Poe to be here waiting, protecting Rey; and Finn to come back safe.

Meanwhile in the novelization it is portrayed as a decision taken from Finn by Rose and Poe rather than his own trust, losing some of the deeper meaning of the action of giving up the beacon but there are still a few kind lines.

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#the warp effect #the warp effect ep10 #jedirose #mark pakin #jedi x rose #gmmtv #thai drama #this was so cute 🥺#also this scene ended immediately after this right? 🤡#of course it did 🤡#rose is so pretty 😩#gif request

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darklinaforever · 3 months ago

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I know Finn narratively should have ended up with Rose after The Last Jedi, and I love them together! But the chemistry between the characters of Finn and Poe ?! Sorry, that wins hands down for me! If I ever write a fanfiction rewrite of Star Wars 9, clearly these two will end up together, like Reylo. And then I admit that I ship Rose a little with Hux...

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hummingbirdsinjune · 2 years ago

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Head empty, only 💫 them 💫

#armys sound effects were so cute #the warp effect #alex x army #rose x jedi

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sunnymoonxx · 5 months ago

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❝programmed for pleasure❞ | qimir x fem!reader

pairing: qimir x fem!reader

summary: Your best friend Qimir always had your back, and that didn't change when the Jedi accused you of treachery. Without hesitation, Qimir helps you hide. After days of close quarters and constant danger, things get heated and secrets flow to the surface.

warnings: this is just filth, english is not my native language, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (who needs it with him right), fingering, hints of mind control, reader finds out qimir's identity during the act, choking, cockwarming, degradating, praising, 5k+ words, not proofread

a/n: in ep2 when osha was pretending to be mae and qimir's mask dropped- so did my panties and i wish we could see what would happen if the jedi didnt barge in

also i apologise if this is not my best work my brain's rotting

now playing, fill the void by the weekend and lily rose depp

The sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows across the bustling market square. The air shimmered with heat, and the scent of exotic spices mixed with the dust kicked up by the steady flow of people. The cacophony of merchants hawking their wares and customers bartering for goods filled the air, creating a lively yet chaotic atmosphere. That's when you jumped in, covered in a heavy cloak, weaving through the crowd, moving with desperate urgency that contrasted sharply with the slow pace of the marketgoers.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and sweat trickled down your temples, but you didn’t dare slow down. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the fear that suffocated you.

You glanced over your shoulder, scanning for signs of your pursuers. There, in the distance, the unmistakable silhouettes of Jedi Knights moved with an unerring determination, their robes flowing like liquid shadows. Panic surged within you, propelling you forward even faster.

You stumbled into a fruit vendor, nearly toppling the cart, and barely registering the vulgar complaint thrown at you, only focused on your desired destination.

Ahead, through the throng of people, you spotted the familiar sign of your friend’s shop. It was a small, unassuming place, nestled between two larger establishments, almost easy to miss if you didn't know what to look for. You aimed yourself toward it like a ship setting course for a distant star, your legs burning from the exertion.

Another quick glance back showed the Jedi gaining ground, their calm, composed faces a stark contrast to your own panic. You had to reach the shop; you had to get to safety. With a final burst of energy, you pushed through a group of curious onlookers, thrusting them to the ground, and practically threw yourself against the door of the shop.

It swung open with a jingle of bells as you tumbled inside, the cool air a welcome relief against the overheating streets. You slammed the door shut behind you, the noise causing your friend, Qimir, to look up from behind the counter, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Hey, what are you—"

"Shush," you panted, leaning heavily against the door, trying to catch your breath, scanning any sign of the Jedi through the glass door. "I need to hide."

“What is going on?” Qimir appeared right behind you, his face a mix of concern and curiosity. He motioned for you to follow him. This wasn’t the first time you had begged Qimir to help you, and many times you had promised to pay him back, but you never did. You tried to calm yourself as you followed him to the back of the shop where the infamous hidden trapdoor was placed.

“I owe you,” you breathed out, looking up at Qimir before you kneeled down to get in, climbing your way into a narrow space, the darkness of the room slowly enveloping you.

“You always do,” he murmured to himself before he closed the door, leaving you alone in the pitch-black darkness. You’d been here many times, so it wasn’t difficult finding a certain switch, turning on the lights that partially blinded you. As you quickly got used to them, your other senses heightened, hearing Qimir making his way back to the front of the shop above your head.

You pressed yourself against the cool earth, willing your racing heart to calm. Above, you could hear the faint murmur of voices, the unmistakable timbre of the Jedi questioning. You held your breath, every muscle in your body tense, praying that your hiding place would remain undiscovered.

You calmed yourself, putting your hand on your chest where your heart would be, carefully listening to the conversation above you.

“Have you seen a cloaked figure running by this shop? We saw them run this way; do not bother us with lies,” came Yord’s unmistakable voice. You had never liked him, even as a youngling or a Padawan. He finished his trials sooner than you and felt the need to remind you every second. Today was the last day you decided to respect it.

“I think I saw someone pass by, but I didn’t see their face or where they were going,” you heard Qimir lie to the Jedi, protecting you again. You never grasped how he could lie to the Jedi and not get caught. You always suspected he was Force-sensitive and accidentally blocked everyone out of his mind, but that theory vanished quickly when he once face-planted on the ground after you woke him from his peaceful sleep. Maybe he was just a good liar.

Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, you heard the Jedi grow quiet, leaving the shop. You allowed yourself a tentative sigh of relief, knowing that you had narrowly escaped capture. For now, you were safe, as long as you stayed with Qimir.

It didn’t take long for Qimir to come back for you, opening the trapdoor to get you out. You climbed fast, jumping at him, almost crushing him with your suffocating hug.

“I’d like an elaboration on this one,” he declared into your ear, waiting for you to let go of the hug but returning it with slight pressure. “Weren’t you supposed to be in the Outer Rim? That’s where your Master sent you.” You let him go, running your fingers through his hair, making a big mess on his head. He let out an annoyed scuff, furrowing his eyebrows, but his smile betrayed him.

“Hmm,” you whispered, turning back to him to walk to the door and shut down the blinds. The Jedi might have been gone, but you weren’t sure. “I was already there. Mission accomplished.” You replied with excitement as you threw away your cloak on the counter, turning in a circle back to Qimir. His expression was to die for.

“Wait,” he picked up his hand as if to stop you from coming closer to him. You stopped your movements, a cheerful smile playing on your lips. “You killed Kelnacca, without a weapon, and managed to come back and do whatever you did for the Jedi to hunt you down?” He didn’t trust you at all, and it was painfully obvious. He circled around you to block your way, even if you had no intention of going outside and leaned against the counter.

“I killed Kelnacca without a weapon, came back here, and killed Torbin.” You smiled, hoping for Qimir to cheer up too, for he was the one always believing in you and your Master’s missions for you. “That’s why they chased me; they found out. But it’s done. I did it.” You couldn’t help but jump towards him, looking up at him as he stared you down.

“You killed them both without a weapon?” he repeated his question, scanning your figure up and down, like he was trying to figure out if you’re joking or serious. Your smile dropped, as you realized he was more of a puppet to your master than your friend. You liked Qimir, but there were times when you didn’t know what he was thinking or where he was going on random days.

You scuffed to yourself, annoyed but understanding in some way. You weren’t always the best apprentice, but you earned it. You earned your place as his pupil and hoped, one day, your master would show his face to you.

“Is this what you want?” you asked, irritated, throwing a tied bag on the counter, right next to Qimir’s hands. He was hesitant but opened the sack, revealing two Jedi lightsabers: Kelnacca’s and Torbin’s. “I could have brought their heads, but that would defeat the purpose.” You added, frustration obvious in your tone. You were so excited to tell Qimir, your friend, about the great news and were immediately let down by his reaction. You hoped he’d be happy for you, finally safe from your Master as you satisfied him with your work.

"Sorry, just shocked," he let out a small chuckle before closing the bag again and leaving it on the counter. "He'll be so pleased with you," he turned to you, a wide smile on his lips. The drastic changes in his mood always scared you, but now you were simply happy you could share the happy news with him.

“Of course I’m proud of you too,” Qimir added, coming towards you to pull you into another hug, this one warmer and more reassuring. You hesitatingly wrapped your arms around him, melting in his embrace. However small and skinny he looked behind his untidy clothes, whenever he hugged you, you almost disappeared between his arms.

“Now who’s gonna tell him?” you muttered into his shoulder before he let go of you, his hands leaving your back seconds later. You were so happy about your success that you never thought of informing your master. Even though you passed his test, you were still nervous about talking to him. His mask was scary enough for you, and his quiet mannerisms were even worse. You could never read what he was thinking, what he was planning next, or what he might be contemplating doing to you. If Qimir volunteered to inform him, you wouldn’t protest.

“Well, you should,” he stated to your bad luck. “I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” He smiled before going behind the counter to search for something on the lower shelf. You had to snort at his choice of words.

“Please,” you chuckled. “My Master? Thrilled?” You came behind Qimir, observing as his long fingers grasped a small glass of orange drink and set it on the table. “I don’t think he’s ever shown any emotions besides boredom and anger.”

“That’s because he’s wearing a mask,” Qimir pointed out, pouring the orange fluid into two separate small glasses. “Maybe he’s smiling behind it.” You admired Qimir’s delusion.

“I bet,” you started, waiting impatiently for Qimir to finish pouring the drinks, “he’s actually planning my demise behind that mask.”

Qimir handed you a glass, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Or he’s planning your next big test, which he’ll pretend doesn’t impress him but secretly makes him proud.”

You raised your glass to his, a smirk forming on your lips. “To surviving another day and confusing my Master,” you toasted.

Qimir clinked his glass against yours. “To more victories and shared secrets.”

As you took a sip, the cool, sweet liquid refreshing your parched throat, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. Despite the looming threat of your master’s reaction, Qimir’s unwavering support made you feel like you could handle anything. With a deep breath, you set your glass down and looked at him, determination shining in your eyes.

“Alright,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ll tell him. But if he decides to execute me, I’m holding you responsible.”

Qimir laughed, a sound that felt like a balm to your frayed nerves. “Deal. But I have a feeling you’ll come out of this stronger than ever.”

“Let’s hope,” you sighed, leaning against the counter on your elbows, letting Qimir’s eyes wash over you. “Also, he has to be hiding something.”

“What do you mean?” Qimir asked, a confused expression on his face as he put his already empty glass down.

“What if he’s deformed under the mask?” you let out, your face scrunching at the thought. “Or what if he’s just ugly?” You stared at nothing, not paying any attention to the words you were saying.

Qimir’s eyebrows twitched with amusement as he scanned you carefully. “You haven’t seen his face yet?” he asked, noticing how you played with your ring between your fingers as you stared down at the ground.

“You know I haven’t,” you replied with an annoyed sigh. “Look, I made peace with it, but I’m still curious about what he looks like. I want to know who’s teaching me all these things.” You complained, pushing yourself away from the counter, your eyes glancing at the black curtains over the window.

Qimir leaned back, crossing his arms with a thoughtful look. “I get it. It’s human nature to want to see the face behind the mask. But maybe it’s more about what he’s teaching you than what he looks like.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. “Leave it to you to find the deeper meaning. I just want to make sure I’m not taking orders from someone who might be scarier without the mask.”

Qimir chuckled, stepping closer. “You’ve faced Jedi Knights, completed impossible missions, and survived under his training. Whatever he looks like under that mask, you’ve proven you’re stronger than any fear or curiosity.”

His words settled over you like a comforting blanket, and you felt a bit of the tension ease from your shoulders. “You always know what to say, don’t you?” you turned back to face him, a genuine smile on your lips. Lately, you had noticed the way he looked at you. How his eyes darkened when he thought you weren’t watching. How his arms twitched your way when you walked past him and his intense gaze during your conversations. Like now.

Qimir was your friend, supplier, and occasional therapist. You could always vent to him about your Master, and he listened carefully. Many times, you slept over in his shop, passing out on the floor, exhausted from your tests and missions. You couldn’t count how many times you bled out in front of him and woke up the next day with your wounds bound and healed. You knew Qimir had his own secrets that he wasn’t confident in sharing with you, but some things kept you awake at night, wondering.

Despite his poor hygiene and greasy hair that framed his face in an unflattering way, you found him magnetic and charismatic. Something about him pulled you closer, and you didn’t know what. Between the nightmares and horrors, you were a victim to in your dreams, Qimir showed up to comfort you many times. You were embarrassed every time you woke from them, but the images never left your mind. And whenever you saw him after, you deep down wished they would become true.

Two days have passed since then, yet his intense gaze still lingered in your mind. He let you use his shop as your personal sanctuary, a hidden refuge from the Jedi that didn’t stop searching for you. Each day, you watched them through the window. Three times they've marched past, and twice they've entered, repeating the same questions, their eyes scanning for any sign of you.

Qimir once suggested you could leave the planet, but you quickly dismissed the idea. The Jedi now controlled who could leave or enter the exosphere. You regretted not hiding Torbin’s body, leaving him there to rot. Anger had taken over. You wanted the Jedi to find him. You wanted to shove it in their faces.

The days began to stretch into what felt like weeks, with only the tension between you and Qimir keeping you alert, even though it made time drag. The first night when you jumped out of the shower and had to borrow his clothes, you didn’t miss the way his eyes flew to your legs that the towel didn’t fully cover. Or when you tied your hair into a braid, his gaze never wavered. You didn't mind being observed, but with Qimir, it was different. His gaze made your stomach flip, and you couldn’t decide if in a good or bad way. His touch made you shiver, his presence alone made your skin burn. The only relief was that he wasn’t sensitive to the Force. If he knew what you thought every time you saw his hands or brushed against him, you’d want to drown yourself.

A few hours after you hid in his shop and got drunk together, you both decided it would be fun to practice some moves and fighting techniques, without lightsabers. Minutes later, you found yourself straddling Qimir’s lap, pinning his hands above his head. You knew he could easily turn the tables and have his way with you, but he didn't move a muscle. Instead, he laid there, letting you crush his lap as he circled your face. You remembered it vividly: how his breath tickled you, how his lips were so close that moving an inch would ruin your carefully built friendship. You were grateful for the self-control classes your Master put you through.

Now you were seated on the floor, leaning against the cold surface of the counter, staring out the window. The black curtains were no obstacle to you. You heard Qimir coming out of the shower; he didn’t want to smell like the gasoline you accidentally spilled on him. You held a glass of some beverage Qimir had prepared, both of you slowly getting dizzy from boredom and drinks. Resting your head against the table, you closed your eyes and saw Qimir through the Force. He was still in his small, cozy bathroom, drying himself with a towel. His hair was wet but looked better than it had a few days ago. His back muscles flexed as he raised his arms to dry his hair. You hadn't realized he was so fit under his clothes, and it made you squirm in your seat.

You knew you shouldn’t be spying on him like this, but the only time you had seen him like this was in your dreams, and reality was far more enticing. Your thoughts grew louder with each passing second, one screaming over another.

He was your friend and also worked for your Master. It would be wrong. You knew the consequences it could have on your relationship with Qimir, and you didn’t want to risk it. But the way he looked at you, the way his proximity made you feel, and the thought of his body against yours drove you crazy.

Your Master wasn’t against you having lovers and fulfilling your desires, as long as you stayed loyal to him. But you weren’t sure how he would feel if his two subjects started something together.

“You alright?” Qimir’s voice woke you from your thoughts as he stood in front of you. Only in his pants. You looked up at him, trying to contain your craving as you checked him up. Droplets still falling down his chest as he leaned against the other shelf, looking down at you from dangerous vicinity.

You almost choked on air, forcing yourself to look away.

“Yeah,” you choked on your words, lifting the glass to take a sip of your untouched brew. “Why you ask?” you forced a smile, missing his still wet, glossy chest to get to his face. Your heart dropped as you met with his prolonged stare. Half-lidded dark eyes staring right at you, his silhouette towering over you as he took a step closer, throwing the towel he was holding on the table.

“You staring into distance kind of scared me.” He chuckled, tilting his head as he leaned against the counter, you almost broke your neck looking up at him. He was right above you.

His hand was placed right above his pants that got to caress his thighs first. His skin was clean and wet, scars decorating his abs. His muscular chest was uncovered, free for you to admire. When he spoke to you his voice was low and raspy, different from the one he usually used. Your heart fluttered as you noticed his eyes wondering around you as he awaited your response.

You had to move, you thought to yourself. Pushing yourself against the floor you lifted yourself to your legs, the drink in your hand spilling as your hand twitched from almost falling into Qimir’s arms. You could feel the warmth radiating of off him and smell the shower gel he used. His hair was dripping wet, droplets adoring his sharp collarbones. His nipples were hard from the chilly temperature in the shop, his forearm big and large, holding his body above the table.

“Just, concentrating.” You coughed, putting the glass on the counter. “So,” you woke yourself from your dreaming, turning away from him, trying hard not to stumble. The drinking wasn’t as bad as Qimir’s half naked figure centimeters away from you. You felt faint and your thoughts only got worse, like somebody was putting them in. You felt a pressure, but you were convinced you were doing it to yourself subconsciously.

“Is everything okay?” You heard Qimir asked again behind you, feeling him walk towards you. You could feel his hands lifting, so when you turned back to face him, they brushed against your stomach. You had to fight back a moan.

“Just, the Jedi thing.” You smiled, hoping you were convincing enough, and he wouldn’t suspect even the theme of your thoughts. Resting your hip against the table and crossing your arms against your chest, you put a leisure expression on your face, as your mind raced with images. “It’s stressing me out.” You unnecessary added, trying to stare anywhere but his face or his arms or his exposed chest. He had to be cold.

“It’ll pass in a few days.” He smirked, lifting his arm to rest it against your shoulder. The cold skin made you gasp but not as much as his dark eyes.

“I just don’t want to bother you here for days.” You tried to convince yourself. “You surely have things to do, and my Master will be waiting for the news. I’ll go after sundown.” You didn’t wanna go but you had to inform your Master and the air between you and Qimir started to be intoxicating if you didn’t do anything.

“I’m sure he already knows.” He cocked his head, pulling his arm away but leaving his fingers to tickle your skin.

“You told him?” you wondered, pushing your thighs together as a small smirk appeared on his smile.

Fuck.

“No,” he denied, his eyes leaving yours, to trace them down your body. “But I’m sure he knows. Maybe he wants you to relax for a while.” He implied. You dropped your gaze from his eyes to his lips, your core slowly heating up.

“I would rather still be sure,” you swallowed your saliva, your voice breaking, his body dangerously close to yours. “Aren’t you cold?” you let out, embarrassment washing over you. He let out a chuckle when he saw your hand awkwardly pointing at his bare chest.

“Not really,” he replied, scanning your expression. He knew you were nervous; he knew your legs were about to give up and how you struggled to pretend to breathe normally. He enjoyed every second of it.

“Good, good.” You uttered, nodding along. “As long as you’re comfortable.” You wanted to fall into some deep hole and never come out.

“Are you comfortable?” he purred, closing the space between you two, his hand lifting to your face but not actually touching you. Just hanging there, below your jaw, right next to your neck.

“Why, why wouldn’t I be.” You stumbled over your words, his eyes burning your skin open. You felt his breath against your face, his curtain bangs brushing over your forehead. His feet met with yours, his chest in front of your face.

“You don’t look the best.” He whispered, leaning in, his lips now touching your ears, sending shivers down your spine. You moved your hand to the counter next to you, praying and holding yourself for dear life. “I think you need to relax.” He teased against your ear, slowly moving to your neck.

“I think I should get ready to go.” You panted, but not moving a muscle. His one hand moved right next to yours on the table, fingertips touching yours. You were so frozen by his lips tickling your neck, you inhaled sharply when you felt his hand sneak behind your waist to pull you against him. Your hands automatically pressed against his chest, closing your eyes.

“If you want,” he rasped, lifting himself to face you. You couldn’t recognize him. His eyes were pitch-black dark, animalistic look set in them. His lips were full and pink, not a sign of the Qimir that you talked to few minutes ago. You were breathless, your heart pounding heart against your ribs.

“Do you want to go?” he whispered, carnal lust in his gaze staring right back at you. You felt the wetness between your legs growing stronger with every passing second. “Do you want me to let you go?”

“No.” you answered so fast you felt ashamed. But what followed fulfilled all your dreams and more.

All the useless items and glasses on table thrown on the floor without any of you touching them, to make a room for you as Qimir lifted you up on the counter. You shakily brought your hands into his hair as he dived into your lips, imitating sex. His hands groped your breasts, fondling them and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your borrowed blouse.

You felt his hand abandon your face, making its way between your legs, feeling your wetness through the pants. You were soaked. You didn’t miss the smile on his lips when his fingers pushed against your core, feeling how wet and useless you were for him.

You whimpered against his mouth when he pulled away, resting against your forehead as you breathed each other air.

“For how long you were this wet?” he smirked against your lips, his fingers putting pressure against your pants making you gasp. He knew the answer, he knew exactly what you liked and where you liked it. But he wanted to hear it coming from your mouth.

“Since I first saw you,” you muttered, rolling your hips against his fingers for more friction. As soon as you made that movement, he pulled his fingers away to shoved them inside your mouth. You didn’t protest and without hesitation started to circle your tongue around them. His fingers were thick and long, making you choke when he moved them deeper.

“Such a fucking slut.” He growled, his legs spreading yours apart. Your heart fluttered at his words and confirming its statement when you let out a moan, from his fingers sneaking its way under your pants and panties to find your burning clit. You threw your head back, as your back arched, wanting to feel more of his touch.

Qimir watched you with satisfaction spread on his face as he felt you getting wetter and wetter, your body responding to his digits. He continued teasing your clit, rubbing it in circles as his other hand squeezed your breast roughly.

“You want it that bad?” he murmured, his voice raspy and electrifying. He chuckled at your failed attempt to respond, inserting his finger into your soaked hole. He pumped it slow and deep, reveling in your reaction. “No worries now.” He taunted.

Qimir couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he watched you squirm and moan. He relished the power he had over you, keeping you in the dark and letting you believe you weren't being humiliated in front of your Master. He added another finger, scissoring them to stretch you for his cock.

“Let me hear you beg for it,” His eyes gleamed with lust as he towered over you, plunging his fingers deeper inside of your cunt. He curled his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot as he pumped them faster. “I want to hear you plead for my cock.”

You had no idea Qimir had this in him, but you were so dizzy because of his fingers fucking you hard, you had no strength to focus on anything else.

“Please Qim-“you shivered, eyes rolling back in your head. “Please I need you inside me.” Your breath hitched, his fingers curling and spreading your cunt.

“Atta girl.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you, receiving a vulgar insult thrown at him. He relished in seeing you like this. He dreamed of this every day, wanting you, his pupil, spread open in front of him, letting him take you however he wanted. You were his and he was gonna make sure you understood what exactly that meant.

He smirked mischievously before leaning forward to kiss you deeply, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Once I start, complain all you want, I’m not gonna stop.” He whispered against your lips before breaking away and looking deep into your eyes. He was a totally different man and it made you shiver throughout all your body. Even his energy changed, letting it wrap around you in the Force.

Qimir startled you when his hands landed on your chest, pushing you back so you’d lay open on the counter, legs spread open for him to take. Smiling excitedly, he grabbed your hips and move you closer to the edge of the table, before slowly unbuckling his pants.

“You ready?” he asked, licking his lips before pulling his cock out, already covered in pre-cum. He looked so beautiful above you, his hips so close to yours, his hair falling into his face and his chest raising as fast as yours. You looked a mess, but you were his mess and he wanted to devour you.

Nodding, you made yourself comfortable on the table, its cold surface making you shiver.

Smirking, he positioned his dick at your entrance and slowly thrust himself inside, making sure to stretch you nice and slow, taking his time to make the moment last. He bit back a moan, looking down at you lovingly as you struggled to keep your eyes open and not pass out at his thick cock filling you up.

“You’re doing great so far for me.” He grinned, before pulling out and slamming back in, his movements becoming faster and rougher. You forced yourself to grab the ends of the table to hold yourself in place, Qimir’s grip on your hips being nothing compared to the way he was treating your pussy.

His thrusts became harder, loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock, squeezing him tightly with each thrust.

“You’re finally getting what you dreamed of,” he groaned, lifting your hips to drive his cock deeper before pounding away. “Getting fucked by your Master.”

You cried out when his cock brushed against your sweet spot, not realizing the meaning of his words until seconds later.

“What,” you tried to lift your head up, but the way his grip tightened on your waist to fuck you harder had you failing to catch your breath. Your heart started to pound faster as the realization hits.

He saw your expression change but your body kept replying to his merciless thrusts. His hand moved from your waist to reach for your head, lifting you up, face to face. His forehead was covered in sweat, his long hair curling around his ears.

“You did so well on your last mission, I had to reward you.” He panted, not stopping his assault on your cunt. He read the conflict in your mind, letting you come to your own conclusion.

“You’re,” you trembled, his cock spreading your walls so good you had trouble to even consider the words he was saying, denying yourself.

“You’re such a good apprentice but such a slut now,” he mocked you, his hand moving from your hair to your neck, putting in pressure. “I wished you realized sooner tho. We could’ve had this every little visit of yours.” You cried out as his hand fully wrapped around your neck, his cock never stopping filling your cunt.

“Master, I don’t understand,” you managed to breathe out, feeling his cock start twitching inside your walls. You heard him groan, right next to your ear, at the feeling of your tight hole gripping him. He started to thrust harder, feeling the friction build up.

Resting your foreheads against each other and swallowing each other’s moans, had the both of you sweat, the room picking up your scents.

Qimir reached down, rubbing your clit as he continued to fuck you hard. He could feel the tension building inside of you and knew you were close.

“Cum for me, love.” He growled, his hand never leaving your neck and pulling you closer to him. “Cum for your Master.” He hitched, picking up the pace, slamming into you as hard as he could. He could feel his own orgasm approaching.

His grip on your throat tightened as he fucked you harder and faster, slowly losing control of his strength. He could see the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he pounded into you and squeezed your throat harder. Your hand automatically few to his hand that held you, struggling to breathe but not enough to make you pass out.

“You belong to me,” his voice broke, letting you know he was getting closer and closer to losing it. “You’re mine.” He whimpered into your ear, his hips bucking wildly, driving his cock deep inside of you as he came, filling you up, marking you as his. His paced slowed down to match yours, wanting to feel you cum around him, your walls almost crushing him.

Qimir didn’t move and kept his cock inside you, letting himself and you calm down and try to catch your breath. As you regain your composure, your head against Qimir’s chest, your mind almost exploded with the overwhelming thoughts.

I fucked Qimir.

I fucked my Master.

Qimir was my Master all along.

You wanted to run away, hide yourself and never come out, but Qimir’s, your Master’s arms wrapped around you and your pussy still keeping his cock warm, had you melting, not wanting to move an inch. You were confused, terrified, and thrilled all at the same time. All the times when Qimir disappeared without explanation, all the time he lied to the Jedi or did things only Force sensitive beings could achieve. It all made sense now and clicked together like a puzzle.

But you also realized he had the power to read your thought all along. He could see the impure images, the ideas, and pictures you had in your mind. Your complains and desires. Your fear. But that didn’t matter anymore. You let your Master used you, like the good apprentice you were. You had no idea what would happen now, your heart wanting to jump out of your chest, your skin covered in goosebumps. You were scared but the desire was stronger. And if Qimir ever taught you something was to transform those emotions into power. And you had enough desire to annihilate the entire Jedi order, with Qimir by your side.

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