#the acolyte star wars

[agathah]

Season 2 Osha! 🖤 This show needs to be renewed

[interloved]

current status? just thinking about dark!qimir.

description box: just a little drabble about qimir from The Acolyte

warnings: nsfw warning, smut under the cut!, slightly toxic/possessive behaviour, dark!qimir thoughts, semi modern setting, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

dark!qimir whose favourite position is to have you bent over in front of a mirror, one hand gripping into the soft and tender flesh of your hip, steadying you whilst his other arm wraps around your neck because he knows how feral you go for his arm muscles. he loves how you squeeze around him just a bit tighter, how your breathing becomes just a bit more irregular and how your cheeks tint in a slightly deeper shade of pink. he thinks you look angelic like this, this is, in his opinion, you in your loveliest form—splayed out beneath him, defenceless and helpless, as his fingers assault your cunt and he thrusts into you so deeply you’re sure he’s rearranged your insides.

dark!qimir who just can’t resist his primal urge to leave marks on you everywhere, everywhere for everyone to see. he needs everybody to know you’re his, that nobody else can have you. he brands you by leaving dark bruises on your neck, tits, thighs, everywhere you’ll let him mark you. he just can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you so much he needs to make sure no one even gets the idea to pursue you. of course, when somebody does have the stupid thought of trying to rip you away from qimir, he will neutralise them.

dark!qimir who loves hair gripping. whether you do it when he’s latching onto you or whether it’s when he drags your head back. one of his favourite memories is you, looking up at him, all doll-eyed and cheeks hollowed as your head is bobbing up and down, his hand resting on your head while you suck him off lovingly.

dark!qimir whose favourite pleasure to see is overstimulating you, pushing you to your very limits, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you, regardless of your whining and pleading. you’re his good girl after all, aren’t you? just one more, darling. just one more. you can do that for him, can’t you?

dark!qimir who fucks you anywhere you’ll let him. he likes glancing at the kitchen counter, knowing it’s where he ate you out a week ago, or when he looks at your book shelf, knowing this is where he’d had you rough and raw just the night before, hands almost printed on your ass, legs in the air and wrapped around his waist as his arms lifted your weight as he fucked you against it.

dark!qimir who is strangely possessive about you for a man who claims he doesn’t care about you, especially about men. if you’re laughing with an old friend from your childhood and place your hand on that friend’s arm while you’re laughing at some joke of his, best believe he’ll have you jerking him off with that hand the whole night.

dark!qimir who likes seeing you wearing his shirts, shirts that are too big for you. he enjoys seeing the soft curve of your perky breasts slightly peaking through the fabric, likes seeing you fumble around awkwardly at the ends of his shirt, trying to pull them down a little bit more. trying to cover up how naked and exposed you look in nothing but his shirt.

dark!qimir who likes pushing you around during sex. who likes thrusting into you from the back just to turn you around in the middle of it and crash his lips onto yours as he pushes into you brutally.

dark!qimir who is anything but soft with you, but sometimes whispers the most intimate but also dirtiest words to you, lips brushing against your ear softly, to coax another orgasm out of you.

dark!qimir who, despite is cold and rough personality, can be so seductively charming and romantic it feels like he hates and loves you when he has his way with you. who, when he lovingly snaps and pushes his hips into yours, you’ll let him have his way with you, if it means having your brains fucked out so good it’ll feel like you’ve taken a drug.

dark! qimir who will ruin you for any other man you may have after him. if they shall live long enough to have the pleasure of having you.

[twinsunstars]

i adore him with all my heart your honor

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[softiedingo]

THEY SERVED THE BEST ENEMIES TO LOVERS 😭💖

[multific]

Bound by the Force

Qimir x Reader

Warnings: mention of slavery, being sold

Summary: Qimir was searching for a pupil when he found you, a soul in need of saving. You never spoke, never asked for anything, yet you stayed by his side, bringing warmth to his cold existence.

The marketplace was thick with the scent of sweat, spice, and desperation.

Merchants called out their wares, peddlers whispered of hidden treasures, and beyond them all, in the shadows, Qimir watched.

He was looking for something, or rather, someone.

An acolyte.

Someone worthy of the knowledge he possessed, someone capable of wielding the power the Sith had to offer. So far, the search had been fruitless.

Until he saw you.

You stood stiff, tired, and quiet, your fate being bargained over like a mere object.

Your captor, a greedy, disgusting man, was finalizing the sale.

Your sale.

Qimir could have ignored it. He could have walked away and let the Force guide him elsewhere. But he didn't.

Instead, the air shifted.

One moment, the merchant was reaching for his credits, the next, he was sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, clutching at his throat.

Qimir’s eyes gleamed as he turned to your captor, who barely had time to protest before he too collapsed, a sudden, violent snap of his neck ending his miserable existence.

Qimir hadn’t expected gratitude.

He hadn’t expected anything, really. He had simply seen something- someone worth saving. And yet, you followed him.

And he let you follow him.

He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was his need for a pupil. He wasn't sure.

But he took you to his home.

Days passed, then weeks.

You never spoke a word, not once.

But you stayed.

His home was simple, secluded, and meant for a man with no need for comfort. Yet, it had changed in your presence.

The fire was always lit, the scent of food drifted through the rooms, and everything had a way of being cleaner, and more organized, as if you had quietly claimed your place there.

Qimir never questioned it.

Never questioned you.

He let you exist in his space as if it were always meant to be shared.

And then, one evening, everything changed again.

He had been training. You had been watching.

Of course, he noticed your presence, but he thought nothing of it until the next morning.

The next morning when he stepped outside and found you mirroring his movements, your body flowing through the strikes and stances he had practiced the night before.

Not perfectly, but close. So very close to perfection.

He didn’t make his presence known until you stopped as you turned and saw him.

He stepped forward, you stopped, frozen in one place.

When he spoke, his voice was low. “Who taught you to move like that?”

You didn’t answer. You only watched him, hands curling into fists at your sides.

“No one,” he realized aloud. “You were watching me.” A slow smile spread across his lips, something dark yet amused flickering behind his eyes. “And you learned.”

You nodded.

That was the moment it hit him. The realization. Just like an acolyte.

He had spent so long searching for a pupil, someone who could wield the Force with natural ease, someone who had the instincts of a warrior. And here you were, silent, determined, and strong.

Exactly what he had been looking for.

But something else settled in his chest, something deeper.

A feeling that had crept in quietly, without him realizing. The way he had come to enjoy your presence, how he found himself looking forward to seeing you in his home, to feeling the warmth you brought to it. To him.

The Sith did not teach love. They did not encourage attachment. But Qimir had never been one to follow rules.

One step forward brought him closer to you. He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek, fingertips caressing your skin with care.

He expected you to flinch but you didn’t.

“You are more than I ever expected to find,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, softer. “More than just an acolyte. More than just someone I saved.” His thumb traced your jaw, slow, caring. “You are mine.”

Finally, you spoke, your voice breaking the silence between you for the first time. “And you are mine.”

His lips found yours then, a kiss that was both a promise. The dark side might have claimed you both, but his heart was yours and yours was his.

It always had been.

~Masterlist~

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The Acolyte characters + text posts

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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!!!

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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.

[agir1ukn0w]

ok can we pls just collectively acknowledge real quick the fact that qimir not only healed osha's wound, but when he took her back to his cave he actually pulled her shirt up a little so he could wrap a bandage around her torso 👀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[agathah]

are they making progress? 🤔

PRINTS on my bio!

[lemon-popp]

Spending time with the Sith: episode iii

Pairing: Qimir x Black! female oc

Warnings: swearing, NSFW smut (intense making out, fingering in the pool), fluff, mention of cancer and death. PROBABLY GRAMMAR AND TYPING ERRORS (not proof read)

Word count: 4,9k

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The sun has risen, the fiery ball shining its yellow hue through the length of the cave, giving it a dreamy glowy haze. The light creeps deeper in the cave, making its way to the bedroom in which Luna laid peacefully on her back. The wrapped messy bun that once sat atop of her head was now let loose due to the lack of a bonnet and her insufferable tossing and turning last night. Deep brown curls fell across her face and sprawled out against the pillow she used. As if her faced was framed by a chocolate cumulus cloud. Her body stretch out like a starfish, one leg hanging off the bed and out the duvet, the other bent like a hook. This was the best sleep she has gotten in a long time.

The planet's main light source finally reaches Luna's eyes, begging her to get up and start the day. She answers to nature's alarm clock with fluttering eyes, adjusting to the change of the darkness of behind her lids. A yawn escapes her as she stretches, a loud groan escaping her mouth. She was sure she had sleep marks littering her face as she sat up straight, immediately noticing the lack of presence of a certain someone. The spot next to her was vacant, Qimir no where to be found.

Luna furrows her brows with confusion, wondering if she illusioned him climbing into the bed last night. Conjuring the mahogany scent he carried after his bath in the pool. The warmth she felt radiating from him even though they were easily three feet apart. He was there. There's no doubt. Then why dd he leave?

Was I snoring? kicking him? Or worse...what if I stunk? I mean I haven't taken a decent shower since I was home.

Luna grimaced, lifting her arms up to take a shameful whiff of her pits. The smell wasn't awful, definitely manageable, but compared to his polished state last night it was probably way more noticeable. Luna cringed hard, noting that she must take a dip in that pool of his before being met with him again.

With one final stretch, Luna shimmies off the bed, lighting testing if she could put more pressure on her foot. Nope. The defeated girl sighs. Although she didn't want to admit it, hopping into the bedroom and changing clothes with one foot was a pretty demanding activity that she didn't want to go through for the rest of today. Especially with her helper randomly running off like this.

Luna's eyes scan his cluttered room, filled with various trinkets from different planets that gave the assumption of his being well traveled, searching for something to use to help her walk. After, a couple look throughs, her eyes catch something. A cane.

ha, gotcha

Luna hobbles her way to the wooden cane that leaned against the stone wall across from the bed. Dust littered the handle signifying its obviously very frequent use. The young woman slender fingers wrap around the handicap tool, feeling the smooth naturally carved ridges.

perfect

Luna leans on the cane, using it as a crutch to freely move herself about the stoned home, unbothered to change back into her tactical gear since she was alone apparently. Her short stature limped to the main room clad in her black tank top and matching shorts that rode up high on her plump butt.

Luna walks toward the stove, wondering if there was more of that soup to eat for breakfast. To no luck, the pot was empty causing a disappointed sigh to leave her lips.

i’ll make sure to ask for the recipe before i leave…if he ever returns

Her mind trails off of her growing hunger going back to the man that took her in yesterday. Where had he run off? How come he trusted her to be alone in his home. She could snoop. Steal his valuables.

Was he stupid? or did he just trust me?

“Trust is a strong word, young one,” Qimir’s deep, timber voice echoes off the walls into Luna’s not-so-sharp ears, causing her to jump. Her hand clutches at her chest feeling the race of her heart that thumps from being startled in such a way. Taking her time to catch her breath before processing what Qimir just said.

How did he-What? Did he just answer my question? How? How did he know?

Qimir smiles, with his signature smirk, from the entrance of the cave, his muscular arms crossing, taking in the girl’s confused face as her mind races. The man has been standing there for a while, watching Luna make her way to the stove in her undergarments that made her look ravishing. The black spandex shorts clinging onto the curve of her ass like a second skin. Ass that bounced gently with every crippling step she took. A part of Qimir. A rather large part, wants nothing more than to shove his face in it. But that wasn’t really appropriate at the moment.

So instead, he stood there broodingly, using the Force to read her mind. To gauge her true intentions. There was a an initial doubt in his mind when it came to her, that temporarily washed away with her (possible) ‘mom has cancer’ crying act. But the unsure feeling that was subdued quickly crawled back to the forefront of his mind upon waking up at the crack of dawn.

Qimir rushed out of bed, a strange feeling rumbling in his gut telling him to search the immediate area for possible jedi. He still believed this was a trap.

A girl this perfect. A heart so sweet, but careful fortified with fearlessness. A face and body that could entangle any man, woman or creature in a dangerous web. She’s too good to NOT be a trap.

After hours of trekking he found nothing. They were still the only ones on this planet, but he still had one more trick up his sleeve to find out her true reason for being here.

“I know. I just—that’s just how i felt,” Luna regained her composure with a grip on her cane, bringing Qimir back to the present. Instead of overthinking and coming up with impossible realities, Luna chalks up his strange statement to a recall of her sleepy words last night.

“I trust you” The words from the last night rushing back into her memory that Qimir reads.

If she was working with the Jedi she would know that he was reading her mind. Hell, she would even attempt to fortify her mind. Not give him easy access like an open book on a table.

Maybe she’s really not an enemy.

“Anyway, you bring any food back?,” Luna fills the silence with a large expecting smile. Hoping that he had returned with the ingredients to make that delicious goopy soup.

Qimir rolls his eyes reluctantly letting her brightness infect him. The way her lips curled into the smile, showing the straight teeth she had, it made his heart flutter. He reached into the bag he carried, grabbing a yellow banana to which he tosses across the cave in her direction, watching her stumble to catch.

“hopefully that’ll hold you over until dinner,” Qimir officially makes his way deeper into the main room. Dropping the bag that hung from his bouldery shoulders with a loud thud to the ground, taking a seat on the lonely chair. He gazed up at the woman in front of him who held the fruit in her grasp, clearly disappointed that this was all there was to eat.

“How’s your ankle?,” Qimir points his shoe covered foot towards her, motioning to her injury. Luna shakes her head slightly taking a bite from the banana.

“I don’t know. The pain keeps going in and out. It’s annoying,” The gorgeous woman sighs, clearly defeated. She wanted nothing more than to be better already and get her hell out of here.

Qimir takes in a deep breath hoping to ease the churning feeling in his stomach. Guilt rush over him from knowing that he could heal her with a quick graze of his fingers if he really wanted to. I mean, It’s not like he didn’t want to, the selfless part of him truly did want to. But his self-serving side overshadowed that thought.

If he were to share his power with her, it would require him to reveal who he really was. For her to accept him. To accept the arguably terrible things he’s done. To give him her trust. And for him to accept that trust.

He wasn’t ready to do that.

She’s just gonna have to wait until nature takes its course and heals her.

“You’ll be healed soon. I do have medicine,” The seated man swallowed trying to ease the sickening sensation that brewed in his stomach. Although he felt this way, Qimir did a successful job at acting cool and smug like usual.

Luna rolls her eyes at his nonchalant statement, heat rising from the passion of her chest to almond of her eyes.

“Soon?! I need to be healed now! She’s out there waiting for me,” She wailed with tears starting to stream out of her eyes, down the plump apples of her cheeks. Staining the brown porcelain skin of hers. Voiced quivering as her tone was now raised to a soft yell. Even when upset her voice still sounded sweet like a perfect jar of honey.

Qimir’s heart clenched, but he stayed silent. Unsure of what to do to help her. To soothe her. They meet each other’s eyes, sharing a look of sorrow before Luna’s suddenly becomes overcome with anger that is followed by her ‘storming’ towards the cave’s exit.

“And you’re off to?,” The powerful man’s eyes never left her, following her movements that seemed to be leaving.

Luna stops briefly.

“I’m gonna wash myself. care to join,” Her voice drastically less sweet than before now laced with malice as she spoke sarcastically, mocking his words from last night. It hurt Qimir at first, confusing him.

What did i do? I didn’t twist her ankle. Granted, i could heal her, but she doesn’t know that.

Thinking quickly, Qimir uses the Force to get into her mind once again. The words lingered in her head, feeling bad for the delivery but the statement holding true. She was on her way to take a dip in his ocean pool, hopefully to relieve herself from the intense emotions that filled her. Another statement held true as well. Well it wasn’t a statement but rather an invitation. Despite her awkward response to his inquiry last night, part of her wished she answered with confidence. That reflected what her body ached. So she mocked him. half doing it out of spite, the other genuinely open for him to join.

The ache that tortured Qimir eased upon acquiring this information. If she wanted him to join, he’ll join. It was the least he could do for her if he wasn’t going to heal her.

Qimir peels himself off the chair, sauntering his way to the same direction Luna has gone, immediately seeing her in the middle of the shore, back turned to him as she stared at the glistening blue water.

Luna begins with a drop of the cane, the thudding sound muted by the sand. Her delicate hands then grabs the bottom of her black tank, pulling it over her head. Her curls being ruffled even more with this action. Next were her black shorts which she climbed out of awkwardly, trying to avoiding damaging her foot even more.

The girl now stood bare. Only her backside unknowingly exposed to Qimir who stares unabashedly. Admiring the deep line that started between her defined shoulder blades and stopped right above the dimples of her back. Her ass even more perfect outside the shorts, so round and plump, like a nice pillow.

The extraordinary sight afar has a dramatic affect on our man standing ten feet away. All the blood that was used to function quite literally his whole body, rushed to his appendage that now strained against his briefs. He groans out quietly to himself to not disturb the clueless lady as he rubs the growing ache.

Luna feels the breeeze blowing against her nipples, causing her to shiver slightly before taking her first gentle, limping, steps into the water. The soft liquid wrapping around her like a warm blanket, her body melting into it, almost becoming one with the powerful element. Her eyes close, focusing on keeping her breathing steady to keep her emotions at bay. But not even this relaxing bath could help. Visions of her mom flashed through her mind. Visions of her worrying about Luna’s whereabouts. Worrying if her daughter was dead. The worrying ultimately worsening her condition, expediting the punch in date.

Luna’s chest tightens around her pounding heart, constricting the vital organ. Her throat closing slowly as if hands were clutching tightly to it. making it hard for her to breathe. Her head swaying from dizziness, until a large, calloused hand lands on her shoulder, pulling her back to the real world. Her breath hitches in the tight airway of her esophagus.

Luna’s head glances back at the hand that touched her, surprised that Qimir followed her especially after her tone. His towering presence burned behind her, a realization run through her mind that they were both bare. She wasn’t uncomfortable though by this realization though. Just surprised.

Qimir notes how her body slightly relaxes at his touch, fully expecting her to probably lash out again. He sighs, still seeing how her overthinking tormented her endless mind.

Sure he had no clue how it feels to go through a pain quite like this. To have a mother at all. Let alone a mother you’ve spent your whole life with who you’re about to lose.

Luna drops her head in defeat, letting drops of salty tears drop into the large cast of salty water as she cried silently. Qimir takes the opportunity to help her clean as her. His large hands cup together, gathering a pool of water to which he gently pours down her back, washing any grime that littered her deep skin. The water trickles down the line of her back. A line he desired to lick.

Qimir stood behind her. Decorated with perfectly carved muscles, strength used to kill anyone who cross him. However, the strength that was shown right now was his restraint.

Qimir has seen countless of women in a similar fashion. A fun past he did have indeed, but none of them had an effect quite like this on him. A woman suggesting anything remotely related to sex, he would pounce on her. Taking them quick and roughly, fulfilling his own pleasure. Although this was…different. Yes, he found her alluring, which was an understatement. He craved almost nothing more than to ruin her. key word being almost, what he craved more was taking care of her. protecting her.

His fingers massages her skin with his nimble fingers, starting at the nape of her neck climbing up to the curly thicket of her hair. His left hand takes a handful of her thick hair, making a makeshift ponytail to full expose the length of her neck. The other unused hand graze up her damp arm tantalizingly slow up to her shoulder, feeling her buttery skin on his tips.

The little action setting Luna’s skin on fire.

Qimir bends slightly at his waist, bringing his face next to hers, his pink lips centimeters away from the conch of her ear. Light breaths escapes his lips, breathes that make contact with her exposed neck. Her glossy eyes close to full take in his touch. To focus all of her senses on the gentle touch Qimir gave her.

“you will see your mom again,” Qimir’s deep voice vibrates into the shell of her ear, the affirmation soaring through her mind. A light smile grows across Luna’s face as she appreciates the reassurance, especially after just beating herself up minutes ago.

“you promise?,” She whispers with a rasp that resulted from how much she has been crying. Her eyes remained close fearing that once she’d open them her mind would go back to forging false realities of her mother. So Luna keeps them closed, opting for the relaxing touch of Qimir’s gentle but possessive grip on her.

do i promise??

In the very short time Qimir has known Luna, he has definitely grown to care for her. Even in his paranoia that she was a Jedi spy, he still took her in. Fed her. Offered his bed. Which terrified him. Caring for someone terrified him. Because caring led to betrayal. Caring leads to loss. it could lead to love…which, in his case, was a deep vulnerability. Him promising was a test, a test to see how far he’d go for her, how much he cared for this girl.

Qimir stayed silent to avoid answering, using the tips of his fingers that grazed down the side of her body to distract from the unanswered question. His large vascular hand untangles from her curls and breaks through the surface of the water, following the path of his other hand. His palms descend lower and lower down her body, feeling the deep curve of her waist, before landing on the protrusion of her round hips. The digits on his hand grip tightly, not one tight enough to cause the girl pain, but one that would require a skilled maneuver to escape.

Qimir twists Luna by this advantage point, forcing the beaut to now face him. A gasp emits from her lips, stumbling from the quick and sudden movement which inadvertanty send her falling into his chest. A fall that she breaks with gentle hands placed firmly on his defined chest. Feeling his hammering heart beat.

As her wet miniature hands made contact with his body, it was almost as if an electrical current punctured his heart and traveled down south. Inflating his cock. The hands that once had a gentle grasp on Luna’s hips to become much firmer as he pulled her lower half away from his growing appendage.

Luna's eyes climbs up the man’s upper body slowy, unabashedly taking her time to take in the detail of his olive skin and the scars that littered him. She wondered where they all came from, considering that he lives alone on this planet.

He probably hasn’t ALWAYS lived here, Luna. The man has a past.

The girl shoos off the thought, continuing her visual climb until she finally meets her destination. His eyes. His eyes that were already closed on her. Eyes that peered through his perfectly fallen strands of black hair that tickles her forehead. Eyes that were clouded, laced with a feeling way stronger than lust at the moment. Eyes that make Luna gasp.

Their eye contact doesn’t waver. Even with the fact that the water they stood idle in was crystal clear. Allowing a HD view to the others full front side. What Qimir’s v-line was pointing to underneath those black pants. Or the taut breasts that was covered by a flimsy tank top. Neither of their eyesight faltered. The passion and the intensity from the stare being more than enough for them.

Qimir gives her his infamous smirk, one that intimidates many, but was currently being used to hide the absolute control this woman has over him.

The left hand that was previously placed on her hip, was now under her jawline, his thumb caressing the silky skin of her face. Wiping the remaining streak of tears that stained her golden skin before placing his thumb flat on her pillowy full lips. Fighting to urge to part them, sticking it in, or anything else.

“Of all my years. You are the most beautiful woman i have ever met,” Qimir’s drops his voice down to whisper, as if it was a secret, as they literally weren’t the only two here right now. Similar to the affect of Luna’s touch on Qimir’s chest, The words the leave his mouth enters her hear and immediately reaches her womanhood which was already throbbing from the moment Qimir entered the pool. In an attempt to ease the pulsating, Luna squeeze her thighs together causing a soft moan to escape in turn before she could catch it.

“What do you say…when someone gives you a compliment?,” Qimir’s head dipped lower, finding the crook between Luna’s shoulder and neck and buring himself there. His breath tickling her with every spoken word. Dominance oozed out of him so naturally, dominance that lured Luna in like a worm to a fish. His pink lips first pressed gently on her thumping artery, laying continuous pecks up the length of her neck to her jaw, and across her cheek, just barely missing her lips.

He knows what he’s doing

“Than—Thank you,” Not only can Luna barely breathe, but apparently she could barely speak. Stumbling over her words once again like an idiot.

Qimir’s smiles grows, his control slipping completely out of his grasp due to her innocent stuttering. The wide gaze of her almondy eyes that sent him down a spiral and without hesitation he kisses her.

Their lips crashed into each other that the waves did in the distance to the rock shore. The feeling of Qimir’s lips on Luna made her lightheaded as he kiss with such vigor and experience. His hands gripping the back of her neck, keeping her in place as if she was trying to escape. Kissing him was a feeling like no other, a feeling she didn’t know she was missing out from all this time. The way his free hand caressed her body under the water, completely avoiding the places she deeply craved that he touch out of respect. The way he nibbled at her juicy lips and then licked them to soothe the pain. Luna was already fully at his mercy.

Qimir’s now busy hands, allowed for Luna’s hip to float freely in the water, which of course gravitates towards his body leaving no space inbetween. Their bodies clashed together, similar to their lips. Luna’s breast pressed tightly on Qimir’s brute pecs as she wraps her arms around his neck. Qimir’s cock know fully laid flat against her soft stomach, heat radiating off of him like a furnace.

The horny woman gasps at the feeling of his length on her, daring not to glance down to see just how big he really was. Instead using the sense of touch the feel how his base started at the top of her mound and the tip ended well above her belly button.

of course he’s big. i mean look at him. look at those arms.

His hands travel down the length of her back resting on the rounding of her ass as he grabs a handful with no warning. All while still devouring her stunning face.

Loud moans overtake what once was a quiet, relaxing evening as Luna’s body is sent into overdrive. Her skin burned as if gasoline was poured on her and she was sent to the sun. Her mind was foggy like and early morning in the forest, forced to only think about Qimir. She ached for him. She wanted him.

Luna breaks the kiss to flip around back to the position they started in. Qimir stands there partially upset at her abrupt ending of their make out sesh, but that quickly subsided when her plump ass push perfectly against his dick. A deep groan leaving his pink lips to let her know as such. He has the desire to insert himself from behind, taking her passionately in the water. But before he has the chance to, Luna grabs both of his hands, placing one of her full breast and the other on her throbbing mound.

Qimir’s eyes widened at the girl’s assertion, surprised that she had this confidence in her because the blabbering girl she was earlier didn’t show that one bit. His shock, however, faded away quickly, being replaced by determination. She had officially given him permission to touch her intimates. To fully please her. To claim her.

Qimir’s finger begin to work on the bundle of nerves down south. His middle finger drawing precise, agonizingly slow circles around her clit. Her knees buckle at his action, but it brought back up with a squeeze of her nipple.

“This is what you wanted pretty girl? For me to touch you like this?,” His teasing words makes her grind into his pleasing hand. She was already so close. So close to relieving all the aching she felt. Starting from the ache of her mother’s health, to the literal ache of her ankle, to the ache between her legs caused by a stranger she just met yesterday.

what am i doing? A doubting thought rushes through her head.

“You’re relaxing. Let me help you,” Qimir’s voices breaks through, answering her question once again. Her eyebrows furrow in wonder, mind completely unfocusing from the magical work going on under the water.

okay, once was a coincidence, but twice now? Something is up—

Luna’s thoughts were cut off abruptly by Qimir’s finger entering the hole that was already begging to be filled. He took his time inserting one finger, unsure of how far she was willing to take this and the amount of experience she had. A pleased squeal that escaped her lips give him reassurance as he continues to pump in and out, now using his thumb to rub her clit.

A knot formed in her stomach that was getting ready to snap, her precious moans growing louder and more frequent. Hands reaching to grab Qimir’s bulging biceps for balance.

“Q—Qimir. I can—i can’t. I’m cumming,” Luna buckles as an orgasm rips through her, tears running down her eyes, but this time not in sorrow. Her shaken body grows limp by the second, the grip she had on Qimir still lingered but very weak.

Their chests heave in unison, reeling from the events that had just occurred. Luna, finally able to catch her breath, stands dazed in the water with Qimir still wrapped around her. His single digit still inside of her warm cunt.

He didnt move. Still recovering from the hearing her angelic, heavenly moans. From how she placed his hands on her warm cunt and how she quivered under his touch. From the warm feeling of her wrapped around his finger, how he wanted nothing more than to feel her tightly hugging his cock that still throbbed for her.

The girl leaned her head back, resting gently on his chest with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes touching the top of her apple cheeks. She was in complete bliss and Qimir observes this, taking in the new glow this girl possessed. His heart swells knowing that he completed his task. He made her relax. He eased her mind.

Qimir slowly removes his lonely finger from her womanhood, afraid to disturb her from this pure state and lifts her up bridal style. A shocked sound leaves her as her body was now fully out the water, exposed to the breezy air, but Qimir pays no mind. His eyes stay trained on hers as he walks them towards the shore, neither of them speaking a word, a comfortable silence fillings the air as he wades through the water.

The couple finally reach the shore to which he gracefully places Luna down, avoiding her hurt foot. The sun was near set, golden hour doing its work on the gorgeous man that stood in front of her. The water no longer a barrier, his sculpted body was now in full display, the orange sun defining every shadow of his abs, the veins of his arms and the monsterous size of his dick.

that was what was underneath the water?!

The flutters start to make a return, but are quickly pushed to the side.

don’t get greedy now. this was just a one time thing. he probably only did it out of sympathy anyway.

Qimir reaches behind him, grabbing a cream robe that was laid out neatly on a nearing boulder. He opens the linen fabric towards Luna’s direction, offering to put it on for her. Her eyes meet his. The dark clouds that once lived in his irises vanished, replaced with a genuine softness that makes her feel…safe.

She turns around accepting his offer and he slides the thin material over her arms, bringing it to hang at her shoulders. His fingers tickling her skin the entire time, His breath lingering at her neck.

Luna takes over the finishing touches of tying the robe and in the meantime, Qimir wraps himself in one of his own. They both matched. Except one was perfectly fitted, tailored made and the other one extremely oversized. The sleeves ended way past her hands and then hemmed end nearly went over her knees. She looked like a nun.

Luna turns around to face Qimir with a smile and a funky pose, modeling the unique fitting robe. A laugh brewing in his chest at seeing how his clothes swallowed her whole. A laugh that is stifled, offering a humorous smile instead.

“Okay, let’s get you inside. I can hear your stomach growling,” Qimir shakes his head at the girl as he wraps him muscular arm around her waist to help her back into the cave.

episode iv

[darklinaforever]

To those who say that The Acolyte cannot be the victim of racism-related hatred because of the main actors of Andor, Mandalorian and Ahsoka make me slowly laugh.

Diego Luna may be Mexican, but he's sort of white-skinned. Pedro Pascal is under a fucking mask the majority of the time, and Ahsoka may be an Afro Latina actress is a character who was basically one in the animation, being part of an alien race. Natasha Liu Bordizzo also plays a person who was originally in animation with a fanbase that already existed.

You may think that all this does not play a role in public perception, particularly racist in terms of their tolerance, but you are wrong (especially in the reception of an animated character compared to live action like with Sabine). On the contrary, it plays a huge role in their criticism. And precisely, thanks to that they can hide behind the excuse of not being racist.

Amandla is a black woman who play a completely new character. She pulls the triple hat for the worst of the worst in Star Wars fandom. Namely the sexist criticisms and the misogynistic criticisms, and criticizes of the untouchable Lore / what they think Star Wars is supposed to be, which all combine together.

Without forgetting that the one who makes the show is also a woman, a lesbian on top of that, who inevitably infuses her vision into Star Wars.

Stop acting like it doesn't matter.

And hiding behind the fact that many love Qimir and want the continuation of his story to make people believe that there is no racism linked to Amandla forgets some details on this subject.

Literally, these people completely remove the female character, Osha, from Qimir, while you can't tell his story by removing the girl. The characters work together and not separately. They don't understand that the essence of Qimir's character is linked to Osha. And obviously they don't understand that he's more complex than a Sith either.

These people who only focus on Many don't understand the character at all. Most also have misogynistic remarks towards Osha / Amandla.

So, frankly, taking those who specifically focus on Qimir as a standard to prove that there is no racism, only shows their incompetence in analysis and understanding of media, without forgetting the other horrible side that this show has had to face ; misogyny.

Be realistic, the show suffered a huge hate campaign well before its release and therefore the slightest trace of the storyline !

And yes, the storyline of The Acolyte is not perfect, but that is far from the main reason why the show is criticized ! A little realism and objectivity, please !

It's to the point that there is a counter-petition to prove that people don't want The Acolyte to be renewed, and sorry for the haters, but the numbers painfully prove you otherwise.

[darkkittyart]

I go feral when fight scenes are choreographed like romantic dances. Sol, a calm mountain that cannot be shaken. Mae, the raging waters that crash against his cliff’s edge. Chaos and serenity. Push and pull. 🥰 🫠 🔥

[multific]

Empire of Obsession

Qimir x Reader

Summary: As Sith lovers, you and Qimir have rewritten the rules of power. The galaxy fears your name, but the only thing you truly worship is each other.

The galaxy trembled at the mere whisper of your names.

Where others ruled through fear or deception, you and Qimir reigned with power and devotion.

Two Sith, bound by the Force and by a love deeper than the void of space itself.

It hadn’t always been easy.

The Sith did not believe in attachment, in loyalty beyond oneself. But you and Qimir had rewritten the rules.

In the shadows of war, in the ruins of fallen masters, you had found something undeniable.

An obsession.

Together, you were unstoppable.

You tore through the remnants of the Jedi, left chaos in your wake, and watched the galaxy bend under your will.

But behind closed doors, in your home, when it was only the two of you, you were simply a man and a woman.

A man and a woman who loved each other very much.

Tonight, the stars were bathed in red.

A battle had raged, and as the dust settled, you stood side by side, victorious. Your lightsaber hummed softly in your grip, the scent of scorched metal and blood thick in the air.

Qimir turned to you, golden eyes alight with something more dangerous than power—desire.

“You were exquisite,” he murmured, stepping closer. His voice, low and reverent, sent a chill down your spine. “They fell before you like nothing. As they should.”

You tilted your chin, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. “And yet, you still looked at me more than the fight.”

His lips quirked, hands ghosting over your waist. “Can you blame me?” His grip tightened. “I would watch you burn the galaxy to the ground if only to know I am the only one who gets to stand beside you in the ashes.”

You pressed against him, lips a breath away from his. “Then watch closely,” you whispered, “because this is only the beginning.”

The words barely left your lips before he kissed you.

It was not gentle, it was possessive and filled with devotion.

You could feel the heat of battle, the adrenaline still coursing through him, through you, binding you even tighter together.

The Force pulsed between you, dark and electric, wrapping around your souls like chains forged in passion and ruin.

“You are mine,” he breathed against your lips, his forehead resting against yours. “And I am yours. The galaxy means nothing if I do not rule it with you.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Then let’s take it all, My Love.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips. “Together.”

And with that, the Sith’s greatest power couple stepped forward, ready to carve their names into the stars forever.

~Masterlist~

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