thesassypadawan

[thesassypadawan]

One year and going strong! Love you, boo bears! 🐻💕

do you think hayden really got married like they're saying

Idk if I'm living under a rock but this is the first time I'm hearing of this. Who is saying that???

[thesassypadawan]

I'm...yeah...I'm going to need like a minute...half an hour...

Roommate's Secret

Summary: You accidentally come across your roommate's OF. When he catches you watching, he makes you his scene partner.

Pairing: camboy!roommate!Qimir x roommate!reader

Warnings: reader being a perv, getting caught touching yourself, smut, piv, fingering, oral(fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, a bit of a mask kink(?), qimir is really needy and down bad

A/n: I've had this in my drafts for MONTHS and then the motivation to finish it hit me like a bus. If this flops, I'm gonna cry.

"His mouth is so hot and wet, and the sight of his dark hair between my legs and his eyelashes against his cheeks is so utterly erotic, that I gasp in shock."

You bite your lip as you read the words on the page. You clenched your thighs at the detail of what the love interest is about to do to the main character. You feel the arousal beginning to form in your core. Just as you're about to get to the best part, your phone rings.

You huff and place your bookmark in the page before picking up your phone to see who it is. It's your best friend, Abby. "Hello?" You sound slightly annoyed but you didn't care. She just interrupted your reading session.

"Is Qimir home?"

You furrow your eyebrows. "Uh no. Why?"

"DID YOU KNOW HE HAS AN OF?!" You hear her shout and you have to move your phone away from your ear to avoid going deaf. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Your roommate, Qimir, has an OnlyFans!" She sounds way too excited and it concerns you.

"Yeah right!" You laugh it off. "Qimir? The clumsy dork who could never get a girlfriend having an OnlyFans? I don't buy it." For the 2 years you've known him, you can't think of a time where he's ever been on a date let alone had the opportunity to have sex with someone. So the thought of him running an OF account for adult content was just too off brand for him.

"Well buy it babe. I've seen it with my own two eyes and that man is hiding more than his ripped abs."

"I've lived with him for 2 years and he's never had a girl over." It was true. He'd talk about a cute girl he'd see at work but he'd never actually ask her out or anything.

"Y'know you don't need a partner for that right?"

You roll your eyes for what felt like the tenth time since picking up the phone. "How did you even find it anyway?"

"One of my friends told me about this guy she liked to watch and when she showed me, I knew it was him instantly. He had some sort of helmet on in some of them– which made him hotter by the way– but I'm telling you girl, he's packed! I'd jump on that dick as soon as he gets home if I were you." You grimace at her words, not wanting to imagine your roommate like that.

"Are you sure it wasn't just some other Asian guy?"

"Trust me, I've been to your place loads of times. I know his face. I'll send you his account if you wanna see!"

"No thanks, I'll pass!" There was no way you were going to actually watch your roommate do adult activities, if it even is him she's talking about.

"I'm sending it anyway." Soon enough you get a notification from your laptop on discord.

"Well, thanks but I won't be needing it."

"Trust me, you'll want to see it!"

"Alright that's enough. Bye now!" you hang up before she can say anything else. You plop your phone on your mattress and pick up your book. You tried so hard to immerse yourself back into the story but you always found yourself glancing up at your laptop.

As much as you wanted to deny it, a small part of you was curious to see what he was hiding underneath his baggy clothes he always wore. With a sigh, you slam your book shut and walk over to your desk. You open your laptop and click on the link Abby sent.

You notice his username, "TouchedByAStranger," and roll your eyes. Eugh he's so cringe. You click on the first video and much to your surprise, he didn't even care to hide his face. Even if he didn't show his face, the decor on his wall behind him gave it away.

He rubs the evident bulge in his pants."You make me so hard, fuck!" His voice was deeper, raspier. His groans sent shivers down your spine. He slowly began to remove his shirt, revealing his hidden six pack. You never got the chance to see it before since he always wore baggy shirts and layers.

Next came his pants, his dick was stretching the material of his underwear, begging to be released. When he removed them next, you swore your eyeballs would've fallen out. He was huge.

As you continue scrolling, you see a few of him wearing some sort of metal helmet. He was fully clothed in a black long sleeve shirt that failed to hide his large muscles.

He wasn't touching himself. Instead, he spoke sensual words such as "that's my good girl," "You like touching yourself?" "Thats right, cum for me," "fuck yes, just like that. Making me so proud." All with a robotic voice from his mask. You didn't consider yourself to have a mask kink but it might just start growing on you now.

You scroll through the rest of his videos and come across one labeled "jerking off while thinking of my roommate next door." This catches your attention and you immediately click on it. You notice there was something stuffed in his mouth to muffle his moans.

When you got a closer look, it clicked. They were your panties. That fucker stole your favorite pair of panties! You looked all over for them and ultimately decided that they probably got lost in the dryer at the laundromat.

You couldn't stay mad for long before immediately getting hooked again. Though most of the sounds are his muffled moans, you can just barely hear your voice through the wall.

From the words you could make out, you remember that day vividly. He was acting strange that day. You were eating your favorite flavor of ice cream at the kitchen table while he was on the couch. All of a sudden he got up and told you he was gonna take a nap without looking at you as he rushed to his bedroom. You thought it was strange at the time but you suppose you now know the reason.

You don't even remember when your hand reached into your sleep pants as you began rubbing your clit. As he stroked himself, you began fucking yourself with your fingers. You subconsciously matched his pace with every thrust of his hips. You couldn't believe what you were doing. Masturbating while watching your roommate like a perv.

You felt ashamed, yet you couldn't seem to stop. It's like his eyes on the camera had you under a trance. It was almost like he was staring right into your soul. You were so distracted that you didn't even realize that the very man you were watching had come home.

-

"Y/n?" Qimir shouts as he opens the front door. "Y/n I bought some groceries on my way home from work. I saw your favorite ice cream was on sale so I bought you a carton." He walks to the kitchen and sets the bags on the counter.

He furrows his eyebrows when he doesn't hear you. He shrugs and begins putting the groceries away, figuring you were probably sleeping or something.

As he walks back to his bedroom, he hears noises coming from your room. Your door is shut but he can hear faint moaning. His eyes widen and he's about to walk away, not wanting to invade your privacy. That is until he hears a man's groan. At first he feels a pang of jealousy, wondering who the mysterious man is. That is until he hears, "that's a good girl. Make me cum."

His heart drops when he recognizes that voice as his own. Shit

-

Your moans get louder as you're about to reach your climax. Just as his seed paints his hand and abdomen, you fall over the edge as well. You lean back against your chair as you try to catch your breath.

You almost let out a curdling scream when you suddenly feel a hand grab your arm. You look up and gasp when you see Qimir standing there. "Enjoy yourself?"

"I- I um" you didn't even know what to say. You didn't hear him come home let alone enter your room. Your laptop was still open, clearly showcasing the video you previously just watched. And he literally just pulled your hand out of your pants. You were screwed.

With his grip on your arm, he brought your hand that was previously fingering you up to his mouth and he sucks the juices off your fingers. "Mm seems like you did."

"I- I didn't hear you come home." You somehow managed to spit out.

"I called your name and you didn't answer. Who would've known you were such a naughty perv?" He leans closer to your face, smirking when he notices your breath hitch.

You hated the effect he had on you right now. Usually, it was the other way around. You refused to let him get away with this. Although you felt very vulnerable at the moment, you faked your confidence.

"I could say the same about you. Who knew that underneath that whole clumsy dorky facade was a cocky slut? Or were you that desperate for money that you turned to OnlyFans?"

He scoffs at this, "Come on, do you really think my job at the bookstore would be able to pay our bills alone? Remember, this isn't just for me but for you too."

You huff and turn away from him, crossing your arms. "You could've told me, y'know. We said no secrets."

"Oh yeah? And if I didn't catch you, would you have told me you found it?" You stayed silent. "That's what I thought. Why do you care so much anyway? You wanna join me or something?"

You whip your head to look at him in bewilderment. "No!"

He smirks and leans down, towering over you. "We could split the money y'know. I'm willing to share." You shove him back by the shoulders.

"Get out!" You get up and push him out the door. You ignore his protests as you successfully shut him out. "The offer still stands!" You hear his muffled voice shout through the door. You hear his bedroom door shut and you rest your back against yours, letting out a sigh.

You locked yourself in your room for the next few hours. You tried anything to distract yourself from your confrontation with Qimir but nothing could keep your mind off of it long enough. His words kept ringing in your mind.

"You wanna join me or something?"

You grab your pillow and squish your face into it. Your brain wouldn't shut up about the possibility of being fucked by Qimir. What it would be like to hear those moans up close, to feel his dick make you full, to feel his tongue massage your clit. From what you've seen, he's definitely got some skill. You remove the pillow and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds.

You couldn't find the self control to stop yourself as you made your way to his room. You couldn't believe you were actually doing this. You take a deep breath before opening your door. You let out a gasp when you come face to face with Qimir who just so happened to open his door at the same time. He's changed into gray sweatpants and a compression shirt. The two of you stare at each other for a moment.

As if someone pushed you, you move forward and slam your lips onto his. He immediately begins kissing you back and his hands squeeze your ass. He backs you up until you're pinned against the wall next to your door. His body feels so good against yours right now, so warm and fit. You can't wait to feel even closer to him in just a few minutes.

The kiss deepens when he picks you up and carries you into his room. He lays you down on his bed with his lips still attached to yours. "Lucky for you, I was just about to film." He nods his head to the side and you see a camera set up behind him. "Was on my way to ask if you wanted to be my scene partner. Do you?"

You look away from the camera back into his eyes. Those same eyes that can bring you to your knees and make you do whatever he wants. But would this be reckless? What if this is just lust and adrenaline? What happens once you leave this bedroom? How could you ever go back to normal after this?

He could see your hesitation, "if not, that's fine. We don't have to film- or even do anything at all!" As he rambled on, you realized that the dorky side wasn't a complete facade. Maybe that really was just him.

He would never admit this, but you were the reason why he was so nervous most of the time. You had this effect on him where his mind raced a thousand miles a minute while also being completely empty at the same time.

He wanted to be with you every second of the day, but he also knew he had to keep his distance before he did something he'd regret. But having you here now, in his bed, was driving him absolutely crazy.

You cup his cheeks and place a finger on his lips. “I want this.” You feel him smile against your finger and you lower it. His lips touched every bit of skin available to him. He was getting needy already. "Hang on there Stranger," you pull his face up to meet yours, "you need to film this right?"

His eyes blink a few times when it clicks. "Right! Sorry I got carried away." He awkwardly chuckles and turns on the camera. When the light blinks, indicating its recording, he gets back on top of you.

You tilt your head, "Are you gonna wear the mask?"

He shakes his head, "Next time, I wanna see you."

"Next time?" You raise a brow with a teasing smile.

He nods, "If you want, of course."

"Let's see how good you make me feel this time first."

He nods again with a smile and kisses you again. He's determined to make you feel more than good. He wants to make sure you can't leave his bed to go back to yours across the hall. He wants to keep you here forever.

His lips travel down the crook of your neck, occasionally licking the soft skin and leaving a faint trail of saliva along the path. One of his hands slithers under your shirt, his calloused fingers raising goosebumps along your skin. He tugs on the hem of your loose shirt and looks at you with a raised brow.

You bite your lip with a nod and sit up so he can remove your top. He sighs when he sees your covered tits. He places a kiss on each boob before unclasping the hook. "I've been dreaming of seeing these since the moment I met you." He shamelessly admits.

Your eyes widen and you look down at him. "Really?"

"Uh huh." He lowers his mouth onto one of your breasts, most definitely leaving hickies behind. He gently bites on your nipple before soothingly rubbing his tongue along it. "I've wanted you since day one."

Qimir remembers that day so clearly. He had made a post saying how he was looking for a roommate and you were one of the applicants. The moment he opened the door and met your alluring eyes and beautifully sweet smile, he knew he was done for. No one else came close, he chose you on the spot.

Maybe it was a mistake or maybe it was fate. Whatever it was, it led him right to this moment and he couldn't be more grateful.

You feel his hand tease the drawstrings of your shorts, silently asking if he can remove them as well. You lift your hips for him and he doesn't hesitate to tug the waistband down. He smiles against your skin when he feels the wet patch that's formed in your new pair of panties you changed into after your previous orgasm hours prior.

"That worked up already huh?" You try to bite back but you swallow your words when he starts rubbing your clit.

"Fuck," you breathe out. His touch was just barely there but you can feel it. He was teasing you and you weren't sure if you hated it or not. Either way, he was driving you crazy. "P-please more!"

"More?" You nod. You throw your head back when he sinks a finger into you. "Is that good enough?"

"I-"

"Or do you want more?" He sinks another finger into you and you cry out. His fingers start at a slow pace, easing you open for him. "Still need more?" His gaze is intense as he slowly moves toward the edge of the bed so his face lines up with your core.

You frantically nod, jaw slacked and eyes drowning in lust. He kitten licks at your clit, smiling when you whine and squirm above him. When you squeeze his hair is when he finally decides to stop teasing and fully lowers his mouth onto you.

Moans and whines flow non stop out of your open mouth. You can only imagine how good his jaw looks from the camera angle as he greedily eats you out as if you were his last meal on earth. If he were to die today, he'd be happily content with you being the last thing he devoured.

He sucks and licks at your clit while his fingers continue to fuck your soaking hole. "So good f'me" he mutters against you. You swore you felt shockwaves shoot through you.

"Qimir...please! I- I need to cum!" Oh those begs sounded like music to his ears. He's been waiting to hear them. They taunt him in his sleep when he dreams about you and later wakes up with a hard on. He needs to hear more of them.

He releases your clit with a pop and leans his cheek on your inner thigh, his fingers still working. "Keep begging for me and maybe I'll let you." That fucker with his cocky smile. You wish you could say you wanted to smack it off of him but in all honesty, it only made you more needy for him.

"Please! I'll do anything just please let me cum! I need it!" You continue to beg.

"Anything?" You frantically nod. "Be mine then." He says it so sternly, it was clear it wasn't a suggestion. He thrusted his fingers harsher, deeper. So deep he reaches places you couldn't even reach yourself. "Say you'll be mine and I'll let you cum."

"I- I'm yours."

"Again!" His fingers move faster.

"I'm yours!" You cry out, starting to feel that orgasm creeping up.

"Cum for me." He quickly latches his mouth back onto your clit and you do as he says. Your legs tremble and shake around his head when you reach that long awaited climax. His tongue laps you up needily, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He removes his fingers from you and sits up. The bottom half of his face is absolutely soaked. You watch in amazement as he brings his two fingers up to his mouth, sucking those as well.

He wipes his face with his shirt before pulling it off and tossing it somewhere on the floor. He leans back down and slams his lips onto yours. You moan at the taste of yourself still on his tongue.

"You like that?" He massages his tongue against yours and you nod. "We're just getting started." He loops his thumbs into the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pulls them down along with his underwear.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock bouncing up. You reach to touch it but a surprisingly gentle hand stops you. "Another time. I won't last long if you do that." You raise a brow at him as you let him lower your back down. He just kisses you in response.

He mindlessly searches for a condom nightstand, not pulling away from the kiss. You place a hand on his to stop him, "I'm on birth control."

"Oh fuck," he kisses you again, deeper this time. You feel him run his tip along your folds, teasing your clit and making you squeal against his lips. You were growing needier by the second.

"Qimir I need you to fuck me...please!"

He tilts his head to the side with a knowing smirk, "now how can I say no to that sweet face?" Your eyes roll to the back of his head as he slowly penetrates you. You squeeze his large biceps as he splits you open. His eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open as groans spill out. You're so tight, tighter than he could have ever imagined, than he could've dreamed of. 

“F- oh fuck baby,” His deep groans vertebrate from the back of his throat. He was panting as he sped up his thrusts. Each movement of his hips sent a shockwave through your veins as his tip repeatedly bullied your g spot. 

His forehead falls on yours. Each quick breath fans your cheeks, making you feel hotter. He closes his eyes as he places gentle kisses along your face. A soft comparison to what he's doing below. 

“I-ngh I'm gonna cum fuck!” His eyes clenched shut as his hips continuously smack against yours faster. 

“Cum for me Qimir.” You brush a few strands that have fallen away from his eyes. His eyebrows scrunch at the soft look in your eyes. His breathing becomes rigid, he's getting closer. 

His thumb rapidly starts rubbing your clit and your back starts to lift off the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You clench down on him and soon enough you feel him fill you up. Just as you're about to reach the peak once more, he pulls out and gets to his knees to lap at your clit. You squeeze at his hair as your whole body shakes. 

-

The next morning you wake up to Qimir's heavy arm wrapped around you in a protective embrace. You smile as the memories of last night wash over you. You kiss his hand and slowly remove yourself from his arms to tiptoe quietly back to your room.

When you spot your phone on your bed, you turn it on to see MANY missed calls and unread texts from Abby. 

Abby: You're not answering so I'm assuming you followed my advice 😏

Abby: So how was it? As good as we thought?

Abby: Oh wait you're probably still sleeping. Can't blame you after the night you had 😉

You roll your eyes and dial her number. A single ring goes by before she answers and immediately pesters you with questions. "HOW WAS IT?! WAS IT FUN?! WOULD YOU WANNA DO IT AGAIN? YOU BETTER!" You had to move the phone away from your ear to avoid any hearing loss.

"One question at a time, geez. It was amazing and yes it was fun. And...yes I'd want to do it again but I don't know what's gonna happen after this."

"What do you mean?" You let out a sigh of relief that she's decided to speak at a normal level now.

"Well, we fell asleep not long after so we didn't exactly get a chance to talk about it or...us." Us. Were you an us? You let out a sigh, "We've definitely crossed the lines of roommates and friends and I don't know what we are now."

"Do you like him?" That question shouldn't have thrown you off as much as it did. You two literally fucked and yet the topic of feelings is what makes you shy? Qimir was cute, and hot, and definitely good in bed. But he's also really nice. He cooks for you, especially when he knows you didn't have time to eat anything. He buys you groceries without you having to ask, and even when you do ask. He was a great guy.

"I think so?"

"Then, I don't really see a probl-"

"Y/n?" You hear his voice say through the door.

Your eyes widen. "Oh shit, he's awake. I'll talk to you later." You hang up the phone before she has a chance to say anything else. You jump when you suddenly feel his warm hands slide along your waist to hold you from behind.

"You really need to stop doing that?" You chuckle, turning around in his grasp to wrap your arms around his neck.

He smiles, "Sorry." He kisses your lips. "Who was that? Abby?"

"Yeah, it's nothing important." You brush it off with a shrug. He nods in response and just leans his forehead against yours with his eyes closed. The two of you soak in each other's presence in silence.

As nice as the little bubble you were in felt, the need for clarification of where you two stood began eating at you. You nervously bit your lip as you contemplated asking the question. You ultimately decided to just go for it. "So um, I was thinking..."

"You wanna know where we stand now." You nod against him and pull away to meet his eyes already looking at you. He gently holds your hands and leads you to sit on your bed. "Last night was really fun."

"It was" You smile.

"And I really like you." Your breath gets caught in your throat at his confession. "And if you want...I want to be with you. I meant what I said last night, I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours." His hands never leave yours as he pours his heart out to you.

"I want to be yours too." You squeeze his hand and watch as the most adorable smile graces his face. He places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer to meet your lips.

"Everyone loves you by the way." He says as he pulls away.

You raise a brow at him, "you posted it already?" 

He nods, "Y'know you're gonna be my permanent scene partner from now on right?"

"Are we gonna split the earnings?"

"Of course," he scoffs.

"Then that's fine by me." You smile before kissing him again. 

[thesassypadawan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHIT 🎉🎉🎉 MWAH MWAH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

THANK YOU, REN! LOVE YOU SO MUCH TOO!

[thesassypadawan]

Thanks, girly! I feel so honored! 🥰

pls, write more hayden content, i beg you! not only there's so little stuff written about him (himself, not his characters) but your writing is amazing and your fics are awesome :') - also, if you have any recs while we wait for your content and could share it would be awesome

Hewwoo! Thank you so much! It truly makes me happy that people find my silly little fics enjoyable 💕 That being said, I can definitely share some of my favorite Tumblr writers.

Writer's I recommend:

- Fun, smutty one shots of nearly every Hayden character imaginable @thesassypadawan

- For fluff and the most adorable series on Sam being a teen dad @anakinstwinklebunny

- Literally any topic you can think of (and yes, she writes for Hayden himself too!!) @darkenedseraph

- Taboo, out of the norm and exciting smutty fics @erosmutt

- Poetic period pieces with a dose of heartbreak and romance @speaknow-sw

- Well thought out series, including Anakin fics and of Hayden himself @skyguytoast

[thesassypadawan]

Kicking, twirling my hair! Thank you! 🤭💕

So proud of you, button! Congrats! 💕🍾 Can I have...

14. You hear me. Take. It. Off. - Joaquin

Thank you Whit 😘

2k Celebration

"She completely had it coming! Flirting with you and touching your arm like I wasn't even there!" Joaquin guides you into your home as you rant to him about what went down at the bar as if he wasn't there. "And you didn't even try stop her!" You turn back to him and point a finger at him.

He freezes in his spot and looks at you offended and confused, "Angel, I did try!" It wasn't his fault his kindness was mistaken for flirting. Joaquin just likes to talk to people.

"Not hard enough!" You scoff, "damn she got me good though." You rub your side and leave him to go to the kitchen. You open the freezer and he shuts it. You look at him with wide eyes, still angry about the girl from the bar.

"Take it off," he tells you firmly while gesturing to your shirt. You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Take. It. Off." You stand there frozen, just staring at him from the audacity he has right now. He sighs and moves forward to remove your shirt himself. He grabs ahold of your waist, careful not to touch any of your bruises, and lifts you up onto the kitchen island.

You sit there as he goes to the fridge and fills a ziploc with ice cubes. He holds it up to your bruised side and you flinch from the sudden coldness. Your body is still tense and he knows just how to get you to calm down and relax. He leans forward, slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"You sucking up isn't gonna help your case." Although you try to stay mad, you couldn't help but tilt your neck to give him more access.

He raises a brow, "no? Then what would? Would this?" He slowly gets down on his knees, rubbing your exposed thigh.

"That would be a start." He nods, giving you that cocky smirk that already has you forgiving him.

[thesassypadawan]

The beautiful other half to our little story ❤️

poly with anakin and qimir....... WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT IDEA IN MY HEAD I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DAY!!! ok but, two siths and y/n is a vigilante force user who is neither a jedi or a sith but a more dangerous third thing??? hot. and oh, they will rule the galaxy 🔥 i also imagine them having a little guessing game on who's the father of the kid and qimir's sassy ass is like "if it's white then it's ur lol"

Our Galaxy

Summary: While almost 9 months pregnant, you're forced to leave the imperial palace to rescue your lover.

Warnings: poly!anakin and qimir, unburnt Vader, electrocution, pregnancy contractions, Vader crashes out

A/n: when I first saw this, I cackled at the last part 😭 There's nothing more dangerous than a sith so I made her an empress(kinda like Palpatine).

@thesassypadawan and I also decided to turn this into a collab. You can read Obi Wan's POV here

"Have you found him yet, Lord Vader?" Your hood covers your face in case any onlookers on the ship just so happen to pass by the room your two lovers are in.

"We are following his ship now, Empress." Lord Vader replies, his deep voice echoing in the room. "They are preparing my ship right now."

"Good. I want you to bring him with you for backup." You gesture to Qimir who is standing next to Vader with his mask on as well. Vader turns to look at the man next to him before looking back at you and hesitantly nods, not really wanting to bring him along. Both men are about to leave but before they can, you have one last thing to say. "Both of you, be safe...please." Your voice was softer as you spoke this last sentence. They promise they will be and leave the call.

“She cares for you is all,” Qimir tells Vader, his voice robotic from the mask. 

“She doesn’t have to be,” Vader snaps back, “I could do this on my own.” He storms out of the room, leaving Qimir trailing behind, rolling his eyes behind his mask in the process.

As the hologram disappears, you let out a sigh. You place a hand on your belly and groan when your baby kicks. You were almost at the end of your pregnancy term, bordering nine months now. If it weren't for the baby, you would be with Anakin and Qimir right now. But they told you that you couldn't risk putting the baby in danger. Normally you would snap back but you knew they were right. So you stayed put on Coruscant.

Lord Vader and Qimir land on the barren moon which they followed the lone ship to. Vader stands and as Qimir is about to as well, Vader stops him. "Stay here, I will face him alone." Qimir hesitantly nods stiffly before sitting back down in his seat.

Vader steps off the ship, the slight breeze of the moon blowing through his cape. A shadowy figure stands before him through the thin fog. He could recognize that shadow anywhere. He grew up with him, he was trained by him, he looked up to him, he was his brother. Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

The two stare at each other. Vader moves first, walking towards his old friend and former master. He stops a few feet away, “Have you come to destroy me, Obi-Wan?” 

Obi-Wan ignites his lightsaber, blue illuminating his much older and wrinkly face. “I will do what I must.” He points his weapon towards his old apprentice. 

“Then you will die!” Vader ignites his lightsaber as well, red reflecting off of his shiny dark and creepy helmet. Vader strikes first, leading to the two having yet another duel. It brings back memories, painful and regrettable ones.

Red and blue clash against each other, the sounds echoing around the vacant moon. Sparks fly as each man occasionally strikes rock. 

Vader manages to get the upper hand. Anger consumes him as he buries his old master along with his sympathy in a giant hole under rubble. He hears yelling as his former brother struggles to survive. After he finally fills the ditch to the brim, he stares at the pile. It’s silent now. He walks away from the hole containing his past, mistakenly leaving his guard down.

You hold your stomach as you walk back and forth. You take deep breaths, trying to ease the pain of your contractions. You lean over the railing, squeezing it tight as the pain becomes more unbearable. Then another feeling fills your senses; anxiety, fear, anger, dread consumes you. Just like that, you ignore the sharp pain in your back and stomach as you stand up straight and grab your cloak. 

On the ship, Qimir has to fight the urge to go out and join the fight. He’s rarely one to ever turn down the opportunity to kill a jedi. But he knows Anakin will whine if he ruined his plan. He fiddles with his lightsaber as he waits for Anakin to return with their hostage. His helmet is now off since he’s alone. 

He sees a blinking light on the ship’s screen and he recognizes the lone ship entering the atmosphere. He hastily puts his helmet back on and rushes off the ship. A huge gust of wind and dust blows through his cloak as the ship lands. The door opens and you walk down, the hood of your giant cloak covering your face. 

Qimir meets you at the bottom, “what are you doing here?!” He asks with concern. You were eight months pregnant, you were in no condition to be this far out. You brush past him and move towards Vader and Obi-Wan. 

It’s only then that Qimir sees that Vader is on his knees, half of his helmet broken, revealing the right side of his face. Obi-Wan stands above him, seemingly talking to him. You appear behind the jedi, purple lightning shoots out of your fingertips. You watch with no empathy as electrocution consumes him, drowning him in your power. He yells in agonizing pain and drops his lightsaber. After a few seconds, he falls to the ground unconscious. 

You turn back to Qimir. Even with your hood on, he knows you’re glaring at him in frustration. He can sense your anger and annoyance radiating off of you. You point to Obi-Wan’s unconscious body, signalling to him to pick him up and carry him on board. He nods in submission and goes to pick up the jedi. 

You walk towards Anakin who is still on his knees. He looks down in shame as you stand in front of him. You lift his chin up to look at you. His yellow eyes turn back to blue. From this angle, he can see just the bottom portion of your face, still slightly hidden in the shadow of your hood. He can’t decipher your expression or what you’re thinking. Your walls are up and he hates it. You back away and walk back to your ship, leaving your two lovers behind. 

Now on the Death Star, you sit on a chair, arms crossed, as you wait for Anakin and Qimir to enter. You were beyond upset. They promised you they would stay safe. Anakin said he would be careful yet he almost died by the hands of an old man. And you told Qimir to protect him yet all he did was stay on the ship. Your lovers were complete morons. 

You feel their presence in the corridor and soon enough the door to your quarters opens. You can sense their anxious nerves as they each walk in. With your cloak now off, they can see just how angry you are. “That went well didn’t it?” You say through gritted teeth. You try your best to not fully lash out at them. Your anger mixed with your pregnancy hormones would destroy this Death Star in seconds, leaving everyone aboard floating corpses in space. 

Anakin sighs and takes off his mask, shame and regret evident on his face. Qimir follows suit, removing his mask as well, anxiety taking over him. “You…” You point to Anakin who flinches at your stern voice, “You said you can handle the old jedi and yet you let your guard down! You stupidly let him get the upper hand! You could’ve died, Anakin!” He closes his eyes and bows his head. 

“And you!” Qimir’s eyes widen when you turn to lecture him. “Where the hell were you?! I told you to go with him so you would have his back and instead you stayed back lounging on the ship?! Unbelievable!” 

Qimir holds his hands up defensively, “He told me to stay back! He said he didn’t need my help!” 

You sharply exhale, placing one hand on your hip and the other pinches the bridge of your nose. When you gain your composure back, you look up at Qimir and he gulps. The look in your eyes is intimidating and he immediately regrets speaking up. “Why would you listen to him? I make the orders around here okay? Not him!” 

You hunch forward when you feel a sharp pain shoot through you. In an instant, your two lovers grab hold of you so you won’t fall. They lead you to sit on your bed as you groan in pain. “Is it another contraction?” Anakin speaks up after minutes of silence. 

“Yes. This one hurts a lot more thoughhhh” You squeeze their hands tight. They try to guide you through your breathing exercises but the pain was far too great. “Maybe we should get you a medical droid,” Qimir suggests. You nod and he puts his helmet back on before leaving the room to order a stormtrooper to get you help. 

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“Everything looks perfectly normal. Some contractions can feel more painful than others, especially when you get closer to birth.” You hear the medical droid say. You’re laying on your bed, Qimir and Anakin on opposite sides of you each holding one of your hands. 

“So the baby is okay?” You ask.

“The baby is perfectly healthy, nothing to worry about.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “I suggest taking it easy, Empress. Make sure you take lots of rest. If anything happens, please don’t hesitate to come get me.” You gratefully smile at the droid as it leaves. You sigh and rest your head on your pillow, your body finally relaxing after a long day of stress and exhaustion.

“Thank the maker, the baby is okay.” Anakin softly rubs his thumb along your hand. You nod, eyes still closed. You hear him sigh and you open your eyes to look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone out there by myself. I was just so determined to finally defeat him once and for all. I let my pride get in the way and almost got myself killed in the process. I was a complete idiot.” 

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” You teasingly smile which helps ease his nerves. 

“I’m sorry too,” Qimir says, “You’re right. You make the orders so I should’ve listened to you, not Anakin. I shouldn’t have let him talk me out of helping so easily.” 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.” You were all much calmer now. Mostly due to the fact that you couldn’t be too stressed out as to not hurt the baby. “Just please promise me you won’t be that stupid again. Both of you.” You turn to look both men in the eyes. 

“I’ll try.” Anakin leans forward to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Me too.” Qimir leans forward to kiss you as well. You gasp when you feel your baby kick and both men furrow their eyebrows in concern. “She’s kicking. Feel.” You take each of their hands and place them on your belly. They smile when they feel their baby kick. 

“I can’t wait to meet her. Our future little Empress.” Anakin’s smile is so genuine. He’s always wanted a daughter. He would burn the entire galaxy for her. He meets your eyes, both of you smiling at one another with pride for your little creation.

“Y’know…” Qimir speaks up, “if the baby is white, then she’s yours.” He teases Anakin who just glares at him, causing you to smile. No matter who the biological father is, she is all of yours. All three of you will raise this baby girl together.

Your smile fades away, when you sense something wrong. Qimir and Anakin immediately notice the change in atmosphere. "What is it my love?" Anakin asks.

You furrow your eyebrows as you try to decipher what you're feeling. "I-I don't know...." Your eyes widen when you come to the conclusion, "check the prisoner cell." You turn to Anakin with a stern and almost angry look. He nods and puts on his helmet before speed walking to Obi-Wan's prison cell. He takes long strides with each step. The doors slide open, revealing an empty cell. He frantically scans the room, the prisoner is nowhere in sight. 

He clenches his gloved hands. It's when he notices the bright scorch marks only a lightsaber would leave behind that he realizes... someone helped him escape. 

Vader is consumed with anger, practically drowning in it. "NOOOOOOOO" He ignites his lightsaber and violently slashes at anything and everything in his way. He force chokes a poor, unsuspecting stormtrooper walking by and stabs him with his lightsaber, killing him instantly. He was a fire who's only mission was to destroy anything in its path.

From your quarters, you hear commotion happening outside. You tense up, the nagging feeling in the force never leaves your body. “I'll go see what's going on.” You nod at Qimir but just as he's about to retrieve his mask, Vader walks in. 

You can sense the fiery anger radiating off of him like a heater. He removes his mask and throws it across the room. His jaw is clenched as well as his fists. His breath is heaving. “What happened?” You ask him. 

As calmly as he can possibly say to not stress you out too much, he utters the words you hate to hear, “the prisoner escaped... and he had help.” 

[thesassypadawan]

His Universe (Obi-Wan x Darling!Reader)

Summary: Fates.  Always intertwined, forever connected.  Constantly changing, evolving.  Adding new factors, elements.  No matter how far they stray, they will find a way time and time again to come back to one another.  Meshing together their galaxy and his universe.

Notes: A little collab between myself and @everydaydreamer.  Go check out her half for Vader, Qimir, and the Empress…Their Galaxy.  This is the story that comes after the last fight between Obi-Wan and Vader in the Kenobi series.

(Obi-Wan)

“You were my brother.  I loved you.”  Those words have plagued him ever since that horrific day.  Playing over and over, infinitely torturing the tattered remnants of his soul.  And although they have grown quieter as the years dragged on, nearly a whisper on the edge of his conscious.  The phantoms haven’t echoed this loud, till now…

A slight breeze blows across the desolate landscape.  Dissipating the thin fog, just enough to reveal the dark lord himself, Vader.

Dozens of thoughts, emotions, long repressed memories course and swirl throughout his fragile psyche.  As he stares upon the twisted, distorted outline of his former apprentice.

“Have you come to destroy me, Obi-Wan?”

Willing, calling forth that inner strength.  Obi-Wan straightens, steels his resolve.  Igniting his lightsaber.  Sapphire bathing, illuminating his weathered and hardened features.  “I will do what I must,” he replies cooly.  Falling easily into that old, familiar form…pointing and leveling his blade.

“Then you…”  Crimson bursts forth.  Casting its eerie and unsettling glow on that ghastly helmet.  “…will die!”

(Darling)

Sparks fly.  Red and blue clashes against each other, the sounds echoing around the empty moon…

Standing in the small cockpit, you watch in awe and horror as the scene unfolds outside.  With one hand holding tightly onto the token that hung from your neck, the other protectively resting on your swollen belly.  Waiting for the inevitable outcome.

It was foolish, reckless of you to come along.  But you couldn’t let Obi-Wan go by himself.  Let him bear this weight, face such an emotional challenge - his fallen brother alone…

Calloused palms rested on, gripped your shoulders gently.  While those piercing, cerulean eyes stared deeply into yours.  “Remember, the moment you see my saber extinguish.  The moment you can no…”

Voice faltered and wavered, words died on the tip of his tongue.  It pained you to see him like this.  Unsure, his air of confidence and that blazing spark of hope absent.  After he had only rediscovered, reignited it once again.

“I know,” you whispered up at him, your own tone trembling slightly.  “If I no longer feel you within the force, I get off this rock.  Fast, discreetly.  That’s not going to happen though.  All four of us are going to make it back home.  Whole and in one piece.”

The faintest of smiles had crossed his tired face.  Rich sounding chuckle bubbled up from his throat and rumbled in his chest.  For a sweet, single second.  “Then perhaps that is what will come to pass.  After all, I haven’t known an instance when your intuition was wrong.  My darling wife.”

That moment had been sweet, fleeting.  Just like the kiss he placed on your lips and the two on each side of your bump.  Before he departed down the boarding ramp, disappearing…

Sparks flew and the wielder of the red saber fell onto one knee.  The blue remains standing fast, hovering cautiously above.  Without a single doubt, you know this battle has ended.  Your jedi knight coming out the victor.  And yet, deep down, there’s a nagging feeling?  A sense of unease?  A disturbance?

Another smaller, hooded figure appears seemingly out of nowhere behind Obi-Wan.  Blinding bolts of purple lightning erupting from their fingers, enveloping his body in its eerie glow.  Causing white-hot, searing pain to race through his veins - through your shared bond.  Until…

As suddenly as it begins, it ceases.  Leaving you hunched over, clinging to the ship’s console.  Reeling, breathing heavily.  Tears freely spilling forth, blurring your vision.  While you helplessly witness him writhe and twist.  Collapse to the hard ground.

Despite him having thrown up his walls, severed the connection.  You know in your heart, feel within the ever-flowing currents of the force…  “A-Alive,” you mutter between gasps and sobs.  “Alive.”

Without hesitation, without a second thought.  You grab the other saber he had brought, the one he had hoped and prayed he could finally return to its rightful owner.  And abandon your ship, your promise to Obi-Wan.  Running headlong into the night, towards the three retreating forms.  Towards the quickly closing bay door.

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Carefully, stealthily you move through the sterile looking hallways.  Keeping to the shadows and side corridors.  Following the sparse, faint traces of Obi.  While trying to avoid the ominous, sinister ones that also resided on this station.  The ones you know you had no chance of defeating if they come across or find you.

It’s that thought which haunts and weighs heavy on your mind.  As you navigate twist after twist, turn after turn of the seemingly infinite maze.  When suddenly, two sources of that menacing darkness appear…with the soft swish of electronic doors.

Immediately, you pop back around the corner.  Pressing yourself against the wall, evening out your breaths.  Trying to make your signature, the twin’s, smaller within the force.  Gripping your weapon firmly, finger hovering above the ignition the entire time.

Sith Lords or not - you weren’t going to go down without a fight.

Hearing the heavy footfalls of the masked duo quickly approach.  You were quite certain that you would soon be discovered.  However, just when you were about to bring the blazing, azure blade to life…they pass you by. 

Anger, mixed with concern, radiating from them.  Far too busy arguing between themselves to take notice or glance in your direction.  Thank the maker.

Waiting an extra moment or two for the pair to be completely out of sight, the weight of their dark auras to fully vanish.  You slip inside the dimly lit room they had vacated, after ‘coercing’ the lock and scanner to allow you entrance.  And are meet by the sight of…

“Hello there.  General Kenobi.”

Slumped in a corner of the cramped cell.  Battered, clothes torn in some places.  Obi-Wan picks up his head at the sound of your voice.  A look of annoyance, exasperation briefly flashes across his dirt and blood smudged face.  Before softening into his usual bemused smile.  “Hello there to you too, sweetheart.  Stubborn as ever, I see.”

“Not me,” you tease, attempting to make light of the situation.  By feigning hurt and offense.  Giving your belly a loving tap.  “Nooo, you have it all wrong.  It was our precious little ones’ idea-”

Shouts, muffled orders, frantic movements not too far outside the door. 

“Right.  Sassy banter and proper reunion later.  Rescue now,” you hurriedly say.  Activating your saber, holding it extremely close to the durasteel bars.

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It didn’t take long to also ‘persuade’ them, along with the lovely alarm.  (Which ‘happily’ fell silent when you interested your blade into its core.)  And soon enough you find yourself traversing those lifeless corridors once more.  Your beloved husband in tow.

“It’s not far from the hanger,” you mutter.  Staying a few paces behind and keeping your voice low.  Using and covering your presence with the commotion from the tiny congregation pill and medical droids, troopers.  Who appear to be all following one another, flocking towards a particular point in the station.  “I saw a small ship there earlier.  If we can board it, we can escape undetect-”

The words fall short, dry up in your mouth.  You pause, freeze up not too far away from an open door.  Where your eyes widen, observing the scene that plays out.  Almost in slow motion, you watch the two masked men rush to the side of a woman.  Swaddled in black robes, roughly your age.  Clutching, rubbing a bump nearly as big and round as your own.  Her face tensed and contorted in…

A sharp pain shoots along your spine, the muscles in your lower back clench.  You squeeze Obi-Wan’s hand tightly, your breaths come out in small pants.  It was almost like you were going into…   

“Darling…Darling?”  Mutters frantically, softly.  Holding you close to his side, his other hand protectively cradling your tummy.  “Are you all right…the boys?”

Time speeds up once more and the door slides shut.  Blocking your view of the woman, the commotion within your body coming to an abrupt halt.  “F-Fine,” you manage to stammer, attempting to recenter yourself.  “Let’s…let’s keep going, get back ho-home.”

And, true to your intuition…  All four of  you made it…  Whole and in one piece…

[thesassypadawan]

I would like to make a petition for Hayden to play Josh Hammond if they make Lights Out into a series or movie. Thank you 😁

[thesassypadawan]

Hey, lovelies! I swear that I am still alive! Been just taking some time out to read a bit through my tbr and getting inspired! (Don't be surprised if I share what I'm currently reading 😂) Also been working on a fun little collab with @everydaydreamer, which cannot express the excitement of sharing! Anyways, I hope to be back into full swing again here soon! Maybe with something yummy for the first day of spring! Anyways, thanks again for sticking around and still supporting me! ❤️

[thesassypadawan]

I got me cute Pada Ani 💕

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Capricorn: Stephen Glass- Stephen is extremely driven, always seeking success and recognition in his work, and works hard to craft his ideal image of himself. He is passionate and obsessed with achievement but terrified of failure.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Aquarius: David Rice- David is a free spirit who refuses to be tied down. He wants to live his life on his own terms and has a tendency to be a bit of a loner. He rejects authority and thinks differently than most.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Pisces: Anakin Skywalker (ROTS era)- Anakin is deeply emotional and led by love, but his fears and doubts leave him very vulnerable. He is very idealistic but is always torn between his dreams and deepest desires, and reality.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Aries: Anakin Skywalker (AOTC era)- Anakin during this time is very headstrong, impatient, and very determined to prove his worth. He is confident and willing to stand up for what he believes is right, but his temper and recklessness can lead him to dangerous situations.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Taurus: Clay Beresford- Clay enjoys luxury and comfort. He is very stubborn despite knowing what's best for him, and refuses to take precaution so that he can do things his own way. He cares deeply for those in his life and is extremely loyal.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Gemini: Stephen Glass (again)- Stephen is a fast talker, very persuasive, and is able to adapt to different situations. He's able to create elaborate stories in articulate and mischievous ways. He is friendly and willing, but hides away how attentive and manipulative he can be.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Cancer: Sam Monroe- Sam is driven by his emotions and tries to hide them behind rebellion and anger. Deep down, he cares most for his family and seeks connection. He's very sensitive, struggles with abandonment, but is able to find solace through reconnection and love.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Leo: Lorenzo Di Lamberti- Lorenzo is charming and bold and always manages to find a way of being the center of attention. He has a flirtatious, confident, and adventurous personality, is able to use his wits to get out of certain situations, and is loyal to those he cares for.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Virgo: David Rice (again)- David is extremely resourceful and is always thinking ahead. He avoids unnecessary risks, and can adapt quickly to changes. David is logical and practical, but has a tendency to be guarded with his emotions and doesn't trust easily.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Libra: Leo Campo- Leo is very outgoing, charming, and constantly multitasking. He loves love, and has a witty sense of humor. Leo will do his best to avoid confrontation most of the time trying to ease tensions instead.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭🙏

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[thesassypadawan]

Hello there.

❤️

Hey there yourself, girly! I'm alive, I swear! Just getting swept up in being a book goblin! 😘❤️

[thesassypadawan]

KICKING, SCREAMING, GIGGLING, AND TWIRLING MY HAIR 🤭💕

Dating professor!Qimir

Warnings: student and teacher relationship, reader is over 18 in college, power imbalance, seduction, oral(m receiving), almost getting caught, semi public sex, unprotected piv, MDNI 18+

Based on a convo I had with the lovely @thesassypadawan

Having a secret relationship with Qimir, your professor, was a difficult task but one you two always managed to work out. During the hours neither of you had classes to attend to, you spent your free time in his classroom. While he grades students' work, including yours, you sit at a nearby desk to do work for another class.

He tuts before speaking, "You got 3 questions wrong on the recent quiz Y/n." He removes his glasses as he looks up at you in disappointment. "What happened? I've been giving you extra lessons so you should've gotten all of them right."

You pout and slowly get out of your seat, sauntering over to him with a sway of your hips. "I'm sorry Qimir. I couldn't focus, you're just so distracting." You place a hand on his shoulder, moving behind him so you can lean your head on his other shoulder.

"Are you seriously blaming me for not focusing on your quiz?" He glares at you over his shoulder but the doe eyes you give him has him swallowing harshly. Your hand on his shoulder glides along his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"Of course not professor. Is there any way I could bring my grade up?" You place a soft kiss on his pulse point, "anything at all?" Qimir feels his professor persona melt away and his boyfriend persona slips in to replace it.

"I could think of something."

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Qimir's head rests on top of his chair as you give him the best head of his life. Your knees are bruised as well as your throat but you continue to pleasure him. You loved making your teacher fall apart from your mouth and hands alone. "You're so good!" His hand weaves into your hair, holding your head with a firm grip.

He lets out a particularly loud moan but quickly shuts up when he hears a knock on his door. "Professor Qimir?" He hears a voice say through the door. His eyes widen and he looks down at you with a stern face, "stay still and don't make a sound." He clears his throat and looks back up at the door, "come in!" Thankfully his desk had a barrier covering the front, meaning no one would see you underneath.

The door opens to reveal one of his students, from your class specifically. "Mae! What brings you by?" He greets her with a smile and clasps his hands together on the desk.

"I just saw the quiz grade you put in and I was wondering if there were any opportunities to bring my grade up? Maybe extra credit or anything?"

"Well, as I stated on the first day, there is no extra credit..." the conversation fades away in your mind. You roll your eyes, getting bored of the unwanted company. You notice that Qimir is still hard. A mischievous smile appears on your face as a cruel idea comes to mind. You grab his still hard dick and slowly pump it. Qimir's thighs tense and a moan escapes his mouth but he covers it up with a cough.

He tries to subtly scoot away so he can continue his conversation but you weren't having it. You then begin to kitten lick at his tip which causes him to stutter a bit. Mae paid no mind to her professor's weird behavior until he groaned. "Professor? Are you okay?"

"Yeah! Sorry I just bit my tongue. As I was saying, the best way to bring your grade up is to study and attend every class. If that is all, I have some more grading I must do." Mae nods and bids him farewell before leaving the classroom.

As soon as the door shuts, Qimir leans back and glares daggers at you. "What the hell was that? Do you know how risky that was?! We could've been caught and I could lose my job!" You crawl out from under the desk and stand to your full height, ignoring the aching in your knees. "But we didn't get caught. And I wanted her to leave."

He shakes his head with a disapproving look, "you're gonna get us in trouble Ms. L/N." He stands up and pins you against his desk, "I should teach you another lesson. Maybe then you'll get an A+ on the next quiz." He grips your shoulders and spins you around so your chest is against his desk and your butt is perched up.

He grabs a paper with the quiz questions. "Get this right and I'll move. Get it wrong, you're getting punished." You mindlessly nod, desperate for him to just fuck you already. "Good. First question. What are the three main components of attitudes?" You feel him penetrate you at an agonizingly slow pace and you try your best to focus on his words. He's snuggled deep inside you, not yet moving as he waits for your answer.

You squirm and try to move your ass against him but he pins your hips back against the desk. "Affect, Behavior, and Cognition." You breathe out. He smiles proudly, though you can't see it, and kisses your head. "Good girl." He moves his hips but he's too slow for your liking. He chuckles at your poor and weak attempts at moving.

"Next question. What leads people to become attracted to one another?” You close your eyes as you try to remember what you wrote in your notes. It’s hard to think when he’s torturing you with how slow his hips are moving. You can feel every ridge sliding along your slick walls. 

Your eyes shoot open as you finally think of the answers. “Opposites attract and- mmm- Birds of a feather flock together.” You let out a sigh of relief as his hips speed up just enough to satisfy your growing need for him. 

“Correct and which one makes you attracted to me?” You can hear his cocky smirk as he whispers behind your ear lobe. Your fingers clench the edge of the table, you just want him to fuck you dumb already. “Q-Qimir please! Please just move faster please!” 

He tuts, “Just answer the question baby.” To make the agony worse, he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit and sucks marks on your neck, making you all the more needy for him. 

“Opposites attract. You’re older, smarter, confident, you’re driven, and you’re so hot. You drive me absolutely crazy!” He chuckles against your neck. You squeal when he unexpectedly starts hammering into you just like you’ve desperately been wanting. 

“You drive me crazy too Y/n! Fuck, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He flips you over so you’re facing him and starts thrusting again. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, I can hardly focus on teaching when you’re right there in the front row staring at me like you want me to bend you over and fuck you in front of the whole class.” His breaths were ragged, sweat beads forming on his forehead. He was breathtaking. 

“I love you so much,” You whine out, clinging to his biceps beside your hips. He connects your lips in a sloppy kiss, “I love you too baby. I'm gonna cum.” Taking his sweet time with you earlier not only tortured you but him as well. 

“Yes! Please, I'm so close!” His thrusts are rough and fast, bringing you closer to your climax. You wrap your legs tightly around him and you fall over the edge. He shuts his eyes as he cums inside you. His moans alone can make you cum again. 

He smiles down at your fucked out state. “This is a special relationship isn't it? A professor and his student.” You giggle and kiss him deeply, sighing in content. 

He's about to pull out but you lock your legs around him, preventing him from escaping. "Not yet," you pout. "Baby I have to finish grading these papers," he tries to move again and chuckles when you tighten your legs around him. "Noooooo" You whine.

He sighs, smiling when he comes up with an idea. "Here, lemme just..." He lifts you up, still snuggled deeply inside you, and sits down on his chair. "You can cock warm me as I finish these okay?" You nod and wrap your head on his shoulder, enjoying the calming sounds of his breathing and heartbeat. 

[thesassypadawan]

Happy Hearts Day back at you! 😘💕🥰

[thesassypadawan]

Yeah, this is about right 😂

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Fun little quiz

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Beautiful 💕

Anghel

Summary: Qimir is a sith with a soft spot for his angel

Qimir was evil. He was a sith with a dark and twisted plan and an even darker manipulative personality. He'd kill any jedi that got in his way and anyone that put his freedom at risk. However, when you stepped into his life, something in him shifted.

He met you at the market place on Olega. He swore he had witnessed an angel coming down from the heavens. You were a ray of beauty, the light of his much darker world. When you entered "his" shop, he heard the angels sing.

You became a frequent visitor and he savored every second with you. Suddenly he wasn't as evil as he thought, he became a humble demon that wanted your love and affection. He wanted to be with you at all times. Forget about having an acolyte, you were his answer. You were what he strived to protect now. You were a perfect angel and he was the devil who wouldn't dare harm you.

As you two grew closer, Qimir worried that you'd discover who he was and would leave him. He was terrified that you, his angel, would disappear. You were pure, kind, innocent. He was the complete opposite.

But he swore that he would leave his horns behind and follow you to the heavens if you'd let him. He wanted to be good for you. He wanted you to guide him to the right path if that's where you'll be.

You always sensed a darkness within Qimir. You knew he was hiding a secret past that he didn't want you to know about. But you also knew that deep down, he was a caring man. You saw this in the way that he treated you. He always called you his angel, his prayer for life. And you would always be there for him through thick and thin.

[thesassypadawan]

HAPPY HEARTS DAY, LOVELIES! I hope your day is filled with lots of sweetness and happiness! ❤️💜

[thesassypadawan]

🌹 *Chewie noises* ♥️ happy Valentine's dayyyy 💌

Got me giggling and smiling over here!

Happy Valentine's Day back at you! 🥰💕😘