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

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

POV: Reader / You, no personal descriptions

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

Word Count: 4,167

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[tourmaline-dream]

Osha learned fast that she will always have her cuts and bruises tended to first, because Qimir will not allow the reverse. She has found, however, that once he's seen to her, it doesn't take much to keep him still. He's quite content to have various parts of her draped over him while she unceremoniously smears him with bacta.

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part of the Oshamir Summer Solstice Gift Exchange, for Jeymien! Hope you enjoy. :) The prompt I chose was "Qimir being love's bitch (a la Spuffy)" and this felt very That, to me.

[fairlyang]

Temptation 🍷

w/c: 11.3K

pairing: sith!qimir x ex!jedi!reader

tags: ep6 but with even more seducing and sexual tension. 18+ smut. making out, hickies, teasing, inexperienced virgin reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, he’s sweet

a/n: I had many thoughts when I watched ep6- I wrote this just for me tbf so it’s just a lil recap w a continuation of how I’d fold - started writing this last july….

prologue | main masterlist

you woke up erratic, panicked, and confused. you looked around your surroundings and were taking it in but first you tried to remember what happened.

the last thing that happened.. was fighting with Mae... she used the force to push you away and you just saw black and woke up here.

then you remembered all that happened before then and seeing your old friend get brutally killed. Sol told you to get Mae but you never saw him again. Was he safe? Did that sith kill him?

you calmed yourself down and took a proper look around, it looked like you were in a cave someone had a small base in. there was a small pond-like bath on the floor, random barrels all over the place but what gets your attention is a container.

you got up but not before feeling a small pain on your right side. you lifted up the unfamiliar top you were wearing and it was bandaged up but was stained red. 

you sighed and went straight for the container, taking a small sniff then drinking all the remnants. you put it down when you heard some noises which quickly alerted you. 

you looked to where it came from and you walk straight towards it.

it was just a small creature that ran away at your presence. There was a sack of stuff right next to it so you quickly dug through it and the first thing you found was a knife.

that was a good thing to keep. 

you set it aside and dig through it more, next was a bunch of clothing that you quickly put on.

you walked out of the cave and all you could hear were the sounds of loud waves. your eyes widened as you got to the entrance and it wasn't like anything you've ever seen. all you could see was the ocean.

the sky was grey and there was a slight bit of fog as you tried to look further into the ocean. 

it was a completely unfamiliar planet to you and you’ve made your way around the galaxy. 

there were a bunch of rocks and somewhat of a walkway below the cave so you carefully went down.

you walked closer to the shore quickly noticing a small family of skura, you then stood on the rocks and looked at the waves coming in. it looked like there was no end. 

the only thing you could see was a tiny island with a platform on the end of it. 

and a ship on it.

you felt a tiny bit of hope when you suddenly felt his presence so you looked behind you only to find him walking alongside the path by the rocks. he had walked past you, just completely ignoring you.

you followed him as quietly as you could, on his tail to where he was always in your eye sight. you snuck behind him for quite some time until finally he stopped. 

he put his sack down then he started to take his cloak off and you just watched blankly as he took off everything he had on.

it didn't do anything for you because you were smarter than that and in your head still considered yourself a Jedi. that kind of attachment was a huge no from the beginning of your training so you never cared for that attachment even after leaving the order. 

but that long scar on his back did catch your attention for a slight second. 

after taking everything off he went into the small body of water that was surrounded by big rocks that blocked off going into the actual ocean. you kept your eye on him with your knife on your right hand. but as he got further into the water that was when you saw something on a rock almost right in front of you.

his lightsaber.

you had to play it safe so you moved slowly and quietly then you bent down to grab it. you held it in your hands, admiring it for a few seconds before he spoke, "how's it feel?" 

"don't move." you say, getting into the defense position you always did, and hold his lightsaber out as he turned around to look at you.

"feels good doesn't it? to hold one again after so many years? assuming you didn't keep yours after you left. even your stance is still good, just keep your legs more apart so you can move around more swiftly before attacking." he says and starts to swim back to you.

"stay right there." you threaten and hold the saber with both hands, pointing it towards him.

but he didn't stop. just brought a hand up and pointed towards his clothes. "well if you're not gonna join me, I'd like to put my clothes back on."

you remained silent until he got closer, carefully watching his every move in case he tries something. he got out of the water, standing up completely bare, and walking towards you. "you're thinking in your head if it'd be an honorable act to kill me here, after what you witnessed, it'd be justified. and a few hours later it's pure vengeance?"

he picks up a piece of clothing and slips it on as he speaks, "now you're wondering how I'm reading your mind... I can't."

"not exactly. your rage betrays your thoughts." he explains and grabs his shirt and slowly puts one arm in the hole.

"why did you bring me here? why not kill me? am i meant to be your prisoner?" you quickly ask, your eyes still have yet to waver from his.

"prisoner? you're the one with the weapon, not me." he says and finishes putting his shirt on.

"did you kill Sol?" you suddenly ask and feel anxiety arising in your body waiting for his answer.

he waits a few seconds before he responds. he looks back up at you, his eyebrow slightly raised, "no."

you felt a wave of relief wash over you before more anxiety came in once again. 

"did you kill Mae?" you ask and take a step closer.

"no, interesting you asked about him first though. he was your master. taught you everything you know, but he's more to you than you'd care to admit." he finishes and reaches down to grab his sack.

he puts it on his shoulder before continuing, "it's a special relationship, isn’t it? between a master and pupil." he walked around you then walked back to where you came from, knowing you'd follow behind him.

you kept quiet as you walked back, many thoughts running in your head. at least you knew that Sol was safe but his words. how could he know so much about you already?

and how was it that he wasn't reading your mind when he was for the most part spot on? you couldn't let him know that obviously but it just feels like he might know it already.

why hasn't he killed you? and how does he know so much about being a Jedi?

you saw the giant rock with the platform out of the corner of your eye and that's when you decide to speak up, "you talk as if you're a Jedi."

"I was. A long time ago." He says and you furrow your eyebrows.

"i've never heard of you." you mutter making him chuckle.

"it was a really long time ago." He responds and you walk slower.

"why'd you bring me here?" you ask and look at the back of his head.

"why do you think?" he asks back almost making you roll your eyes.

"leverage. against the Jedi council." you answer honestly and he turns to look at you, "everyone does seem to want you."

once he turned his head back around you couldn't hide the eye roll. it was such a small way of testing the waters to get a reaction out of you but it wasn't enough. at least not enough for the reaction he wanted to see.

“if you keep me here Sol will find me. his strength in the force is extremely powerful.” you confidently say and he turns to face you.

with a puzzled look on his face, he corrects you, "you think that's his strength…..? that's your strength in the force Y/n, someone should teach you that."

"I'd start swimming if you want to get to the ship before sundown or you could wait for the tide to calm down." he says and you quickly look at the platform. “are you hungry?" he adds and you look at the waves.

they weren't slowing down.

you heard him walk away and you knew you weren't going to swim out there. you needed answers.

so you followed his tail again but never getting too close.

he went into his cave and went directly to put his sack on the bed where you were laid earlier. "what did you mean by my strength in the force?" You asked and he quickly responded, "Exactly that."

he walked over to his small crockpot and bent down to stir the stew he was making. "if you were a Jedi you'd know it's something you always need to do. without training it fades." you say and slowly start to feel curiosity growing.

"that's what they told you. the Jedi teach there's only one way to use the force, if you don't do it their way, it fades." he says looking directly into your eyes, as if it'd make it stick to your head.

he dipped his finger in the substance and licked it, "but there's another way."

"below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. anger, fear, loss.... desire." he explains, making sure to meet your eye at the final word. you shake your head as he pours some of his stew into a bowl.

the memories of your training coming back all at once and you knew where this was going.

“that's the path to the dark side." you reply and he lightly shrugs.

"more so or less." he says and stands up.

"you murdered my friends." you mutter and he doesn't wait to respond. "I killed Jedi. I killed those that threatened my existence."

"You killed Yord." you added and he slowly started to walk towards you.

"The man that didn't hesitate to turn you in for a crime you didn't commit, who wasn't even willing to hear what you had to say." he says and continues walking towards you. 

"You killed Jecki!" you say with the slightest crack in your voice.

"And where would that have led you? Having the same relationship you did with your master? One sided? Why do you love people who can only go so far but not as deep as you can, as deep as you need them to?" He questions and holds the bowl out for you.

"I am not my sister, I'm not so easily corrupted." You spat and turned around quickly walking away from

him.

you stormed out of the cave and he calmly followed behind you.

you took a drop breath and looked over at the ocean, hoping the waves could calm you down because he was really pushing you. you never imagined you’d be put in a situation like this. 

it was unlike anything you’ve ever endured. and he was unlike anyone you’re ever met.

"You forgot about something?" he asks and you quickly turn to look at him as he leans against the side of the cave.

"You stayed here to do something, do it." he says and walks over to you. you brought the lightsaber up, as a warning but he held it with you and aimed it to his abdomen. "Turn it on."

"A Jedi doesn't attack the unarmed.” you say, locking eyes with him and attempt to pull the saber away but he quickly grabs your arm and pushes the end of the saber to his stomach. "Why do you still think of yourself as a Jedi? They didn't want you." he snaps and you try your hardest to remain calm.

"That's not true, I left."

"Why?"

"Because I chose to.”

"Are you sure?"

"Let me go!" you plead and he forcibly moves the saber below his chin.

you were feeling slight anger bubble up in you and his words were only making it worse. you were also feeling frustrated, at yourself just thinking of those memories. of the buildup that led to that decision.

you gripped onto the saber yourself, kind of fighting with him to keep it steady. “What you're feeling right now, this anger and pain is who you are. The Jedi saw the real you and that's why they threw you away" he says, gripping his lightsaber to make sure it stays there.

"They didn't throw me away." you were barely able to say it. your voice cracked, tears were welling up in your eyes, and your breathing became more rapid.

"Then why aren't you a Jedi?" he asks and lets go.

you could hear your loud heartbeat in your ears and you just wish you’d be anywhere but there. you wish you were back in Khofar, Coruscant, anywhere that wasn’t with him. 

wishing you could be with anyone that wasn’t this man. he clearly was willing to do anything to see you break and maybe you just weren’t as strong as you thought. as strong as you’d want and need to be. 

"Why aren't you a Jedi, Y/n?" he asks again and he broke you.

"Because I failed!" you yelled, turning the lightsaber on and pushing him back against the wall with just your forearms.

you held it near his neck, somehow having enough self control to not separate his head from his body. you were breathing heavily, mentally kicking yourself over the fact you let him get into your head but he didn't fight you. he didn’t even look shook up or nervous. 

"I understand. I lost everything, Y/n. But when you lose everything." he calmly explains, lightly putting his hand on your right arm, "that's when you're finally free." you couldn't get any words out.

you just retained eye contact and felt gutted that you could somehow relate to his words. it shouldn’t be something that you can relate to, especially not by someone like him. you were meant to be different than him, not feel similar to him. 

you turn the lightsaber off while taking a step back then dropping it to the floor before walking back into the cave.

a tear fell down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away because it's probably what he wanted.

disappointment hit you.

you always had that anger from your childhood trapped inside you. it's taken it's toll on you over the years, especially when you left the order. him bringing those memories back was like a stab in the heart.

his last words only had you filled with even more curiosity and you couldn't leave until you had your answers. you needed to know more.

more about the force. more about him.

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a good hour had passed when you were finally able to calm yourself down and when he offered you food again, you didn't reject it.

you realized with all this running around, you hadn't been eating well the past few rotations. your eating habits would probably become worse because of this but that's a thing to worry about for later.

right now you wanted to see if you could somehow crack him.

you had been watching him work on his mask when you finally had the courage to ask, "did you give the same pitch to my sister?"

"I was wrong about Mae. I thought she wanted more than just revenge, I thought she wanted what I want." he explains and you quickly butt in.

"what do you want?" you ask and he stops.

"the power of two." he responds turning to look at you and you're hit with whiplash.

the power of two.

you don't say anything. he turns back around before slightly turning his head to look at you for a brief second then looks straight ahead again. 

he grabs the ends of the back of his shirt pulling it forward then uses all that extra length to wipe sweat off his face.

you couldn’t help but look at the scar along his back. it was long and it was safe to assume it must’ve been painful when he received it, just based on how it looks.

it had two ends on each shoulder blade and they connected by the middle of his back. one end was nearly reaching his left side. it’s color was a bit lighter than his skin tone, nearly white so it popped out more. 

you quickly realized it was something so subtle, that it was quite obvious what he was doing. how he hasn’t quit it yet was beyond you.

"Do you want me to ask about your scar?" you ask and he chuckles before turning to look at you.

"What makes you say that?" he asks and you shrug.

"Just an odd way to wipe some sweat no?" you test making him shrug nonchalantly. 

“I don't think so." he says and you hum.

you sighed and decided to ask anyway, "Where'd you get it?"

"How do you think I got it?" he asks, making you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"Why do you always want my opinion before you respond?" you ask because he kept doing it. 

"Maybe I want to hear what you think." He responds and you hit him with a fast rebuttal, "why's that?"

"I like hearing a second voice." he responds and turns back around.

you're once again left speechless and you weren't sure how to respond. how could you respond?

there was only one thing in mind, a popular phrase that always makes its way back into your life.

"looks like someone stabbed you in the back." you say making him chuckle.

"something like that, let’s just say someone.. threw me away." he admits and your eyes widen remembering what he said earlier.

"your master?" you ask softly and he stops. 

he just stays silent and you nearly feel bad for asking but not bad enough so you kept pushing. 

“so was it like getting pushed to the dark side since there was nothing else going for you?” you ask and he turns to look at you again, “in the sense that you’re left alone.” you add making him chuckle. 

“that’s.. brutal. what makes you say I’m alone?” he asks, slightly tilting his head. 

“just an observation.” you clarify and he nods. 

“seems we might have that in common.” he says, making you scoff. 

the audacity.

“think about it, right now in your life, who do you have to rely on?” he asks and you bite your tongue. 

there has to be someone you could say to prove him wrong. but unfortunately, there wasn’t and your best friend was a small PIP droid so point proven.. 

“It’s not always a bad thing.” he implies and stands up, setting his tool next to his mask. 

“why would that be?” you ask and cross your arms against your chest. 

“because sometimes with the way the galaxy works, it could bring two people that are alike together..” he said his words slowly as if to carefully construct his sentence off what you might want to hear. 

“what are you trying to say?” you ask and raise an eyebrow. 

he leans against the back of his chair and folds his arms together. there was something in his eyes this time that you couldn’t pinpoint what it was but it sent shivers down your body. 

“that maybe I won’t repeat the same mistake with you.” he nearly said it in a whisper but you heard it clearly. 

you gulped and shook your head, “how would you know that?” 

“just a feeling..” he whispers and you feel your heart start to race.

why was that happening?

“I think you’re imagining things. must be what happens when you’re just so lonely.” you reply, making him crack a small smile. 

“maybe. although something just tells me you want something else that I want as well…” he says in a sultry tone and you feel yourself growing nervous. 

this was such a bad sign. 

you should run off and see if the tide is clear, go hang out with the small family of skura you saw earlier, do anything to not entertain this in any capacity. 

but you couldn’t move. he wasn’t even doing anything. you just didn’t have the willpower to tell him he’s crazy and leave. you couldn’t bring yourself to and that was the scary part. 

you’ve come across all kinds of creatures and people that try their hardest to persuade you but it was just the way he was speaking that was like putting you into a trance. you felt stuck. entrapped. conflicted. 

you’ve never felt this way before which just made it all the more confusing. 

suddenly as if your conscience grew its own mind you shook those feelings away, because you knew better than to cave in into what he’s trying to feed you. 

he did already break you earlier but that didn’t mean he’d be able to do it for this. you couldn’t let him. 

“Now you’re definitely imagining things.” you say and let out a chuckle. 

he didn’t believe you. he found it very hard to especially with how long it took you to respond along with other noticeable things like how your body language wasn't matching your words. 

“couldn’t come up with something more clever? am I already getting into that pretty little head of yours?” he lightly teased and you just shook your head.

“you can think that if you want.” you quickly said and a small smirk tugged on his lips. 

“I think I just might.” he responds, making your face grow warm. 

there was a moment of silence between you two, you found it hard to break his gaze and he wasn’t going to be the one to break it for the sole reason of doing anything to see you crack. 

he could already sense he was close and he hasn’t even touched you yet. he did have an idea of how he could get you how he wanted but now he was improvising. 

you surprised him. you were already a curious person but for it to go to this extent? you were nearly at his mercy just from some little words? 

he didn’t find it pathetic, only because it’s you. if it were any other being sat in his base looking at him the way you were, he’s not so sure he’d feel the way he did now. 

he took a step forward, slowly walking towards you which had you now on high alert. you quickly stood up as he went down the steps and you began walking backwards. 

he wasn’t stopping and the eye contact was so intense your heart began racing again. you kept taking steps back until your feet hit something and before you could think of doing anything, he took the final steps to be right in front of you. 

Your butt was against what felt to be a barrel, and you should’ve just ran. although deep down you felt a greater need to stay. 

“you’re curious aren’t you? about how those emotions take a play in the force?” he quietly asks and you stay still. 

you were looking up at him as he slightly towered over you. was there really any point in lying to him or yourself at such close proximity? he’s read you so easily already and you did want to know. 

what harm could possibly be done with a bit of curiosity? 

“a little.” you whisper and a half smile appears on his face. 

you looked down at it for a slight second before looking back up at his eyes that were now filled with something unfamiliar yet again. 

“well you showed a good amount of anger earlier, it’s a start. you used the anger you felt to attack. if I were any other person I’m sure you would have been angry enough to kill me. or at least be able to attack in a faster manner which you know is helpful in combat against someone with a lightsaber.” he explained and you nodded. 

it made enough sense for you to not shut him down and call it lies. but it did raise some questions. 

“can’t you also be blinded by it? that would just lead to sloppy movements and a chance for the enemy to catch you off guard..” you explain and he hummed. 

“if you have these emotions on the surface, you’d have to control it properly in order for it to fully help you. so yes you can be blinded by it, it takes discipline and patience in order for any of these to help you.” he says making you nod. 

“fear for the most part works slightly different. fear could be for your life, of your decisions, an enemy. the way you use fear is to think of it like a life or death situation. finding ways to escape. thinking of it as your last fight.” you were taking a mental note of everything he was telling you because not only did everything sound reasonable but what he said earlier was right. 

you’re not a Jedi. 

everything happens for a reason and you left the Jedi order for a good one. 

“loss could be a mix of anger and sadness, a very dangerous combination. this was how Mae was able to take the lives of two Jedi.” he explains and you gulp. 

you knew she killed Master Indara but Master Torbin apparently said his peace to Mae then killed himself, according to Sol’s speculation. guess he’s counting it because she handed him the poison and he drank it willingly.

that only meant…

“you killed Master Kelnacca?” you whispered and looked down. 

of course he did. 

his silence was enough of an answer but he nodded as well. “she had a change of heart and wasn’t going to get the job done.”

you shook your head, looking back into his eyes, and he continued, “she used the feeling of loss towards family, towards you, to help her fight against Indara. But once Sol told her you were alive, something changed in her.” 

“you being alive changed her perspective on everything we’ve worked for. on everything I taught her. because of that, she isn’t fit to be my acolyte.” he explains, making you hum. 

it was all becoming to be too much. it was so much information and these past few days have been a whirlwind of emotions for you. Mae being alive also changed things for you. 

it mainly caused confusion. 

confusion on every aspect and every decision of your life. there was never even an ounce of hope that she somehow would’ve survived. but now that you’ve seen her, and hugged her, so much is going to change. 

he clears his throat and you look back into his eyes, “shall I continue?” 

you blinked, feeling uncertain if you really wanted to know about his last emotion example. but he didn’t look like he was going to move and you didn’t really want to fight him off so you slowly nodded. 

“now desire works in an ample of ways… it’s the one emotion that is very versatile. you could have a desire for more power which will make you fight hard for it. desire for power is motivation for some people and they won’t stop at anything until they get it.” he explains, making you hum. 

“desire for knowledge is also something that will make someone do anything for. especially if it could help them in any way.” he says and gives you a look. 

“fair enough.” you mumble earning yourself a chuckle from him. 

“regular ole desire.. that can be used for a handful of things. if you practice enough that’s how you can get something you want without even needing to use mind control tricks.” he explains and never looked away from you. 

his stare was deafening, you didn’t have anything to say and you couldn’t tell if it was because you were speechless or because he was slowly but surely getting into your head again. 

“desire might be the most important one of them all…” he whispers and your breath shudders when you feel his hand on your arm. 

“it’s nearly crucial to know how to control your desire… otherwise you might end up somewhere you don’t want to be.. or it could lead you somewhere unexpected..” he whispers and leans down. 

“is that why you brought me here?” you whispered back and he’s silent. 

almost as if he’s contemplating on if it’s a good idea to be truthful. 

“earlier I said that I had a feeling you want something else I want…” he whispers and leaned his head down so he could look directly into your eyes. 

you stood still. your eyes slightly widened at what the insinuation would be because just looking into his eyes, you had a feeling it wasn’t a good thing.. 

“what would that be?” you whisper and your heart starts pounding. 

your stomach was filled with nerves and every fiber of your being was telling you to shove him off and swim to the platform to get his ship and leave. 

but your heart and mind were set on staying. 

“a desire that you’ve always kept in the back of your mind. it’s always trying to break free but you won’t let it.” he murmurs, leaving you wide eyed and speechless.

“are you scared of the implications?” he whispers and lightly rubs your arm. 

a test. 

he was testing the waters again. to see how much you’d let him get away with. 

“you can be honest with me. it’s not like you’re a Jedi.” he says, making you bite the inside of your lip. 

this was even more tough than the Jedi trials. 

this was tough mainly because you didn’t think you were so easy to read or that something like this would ever happen to you in the first place. 

and yet he was able to see right through you. 

the one thing that has always loomed over your head. the one thing that you were always curious about. it was one of the main things you were taught to not want or rely on. 

attachment. 

your desire for attachment has grown over the years and it’s only become more strong and prominent in your mind that it’s something you want. something you desire to have. 

you always kept it in the absolute back of your mind. locking it into a box and throwing the key away but sometimes the box would be unlocked and the mere idea of attachment takes a hold of your thoughts before you forcibly close it shut again. 

and yet it seemed like he somehow had the key. 

“not scared, just curious..” you said, telling half a lie. 

he hummed and straightened up before bringing his right hand up to softly lift your chin up, “are you sure?” 

you flinched for a second before your body relaxed and you practically melted into his slight touch. 

“maybe not scared but it’s way more than just curious, isn’t it?” he asks and moves his hand up to cup your cheek. 

your skin was hot, enough of an answer but he wanted to hear you say it. 

although feeling your reaction to his touch did tug on his heartstrings more than he’d care to admit. 

his thumb was lightly caressing your cheek, his own heartbeat starting to race as well, “you crave it. you need it. why don’t you let yourself have it?” 

you tried to think of something clever to say but you just went with a truthful response this time.

“I- uh never opened myself up like that.” you quietly admitted, wanting to look away from his eyes out of embarrassment but also wanting to see his reaction. 

his eyebrow raised, wondering how such an ethereal girl would not want to give something as simple as attachment, a try. 

“it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you did.” he says, trying to ease your mind on just the idea alone. 

“hm you sure?” you mumble making him grin. 

“positive.” he affirms and you don’t say anything. 

he lets you go earning himself a small frown but he got the grand idea of having you sit on the barrel. so he grabbed your waist and just lifted you up, making you sit on it while he stood between your opened legs. 

“was this your grandiose plan all along?” you whispered and he was only able to chuckle while he brought his hand back to your cheek. 

he leaned in closer to your face and murmured, “maybe it was… maybe it wasn’t…” 

“what would you get out of it?” you mumble, eyes lowering down to glance at his lips. 

“I told you, it’s something I want. it’s different than wanting an acolyte. I want to differentiate between the two.” he admits and you look back into his eyes. 

it finally clicks what was in them, lust. 

you should’ve known from the start. 

his desire for a lustful attachment was at times stronger than that of having an acolyte. in the back of his mind he wanted the best of both worlds with you. but he’d be content with you being at least one of the two. 

which one he wanted you to be more, was very conflicting in his head. he was unsure on that aspect.

“which do you want more?” you breathe out and he lets go of your face. 

his eyes never wavered from yours as he gently laid his hand on your thigh. the touch shocked you both, you jumped but his hand stayed there as if he didn’t care for the slight electricity that surged through you both. 

was that some kind of sign? 

if it was, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad but he clearly didn’t care either way. 

“I think the idea of attachment might be what i want more..” he murmurs and you feel a shiver go down your spine. 

“how about you? is the temptation getting to you?” he whispers as his hand lightly squeezes your thigh. 

you stay still, keeping your hands to yourself, and your mind running absolutely wild. complete utter chaos. 

you felt like you were a tap away from giving in to him. it should not have been this easy, yet you can’t ignore the warmth of your face, the mind boggling thoughts, and the manner he’s going about it. 

it’s not forceful. it doesn’t seem like he’d hurt you if you said no. it felt serene. genuine. 

there was a glint of sincereness in his eyes that you found to be surprising. 

you wouldn’t expect for a sith lord to want that kind of attachment considering they could have just about anything imaginable. but this is what he wanted? 

it was almost hard to believe and what made it worse is how attractive he was. it did not make this any easier for you. if anything this played in his favor. 

you tried to ignore those thoughts at the back of your head when he revealed himself by pure accident because it was a terrible moment to be thinking of that, after all you witnessed him do. and yet everything he did wasn’t enough to put you off him, it still played in his favor. 

and based on the look on his face you could tell he knew it too. 

“possibly.” you finally responded, making him hum. 

“never been tempted like this before.” you whisper, mainly to yourself but he reacted nonetheless. 

he thought of it as a slight joke but the tone in your voice said otherwise. 

“how is that even possible?” he whispered back and took a second to admire you. 

pretty plump lips, a cute nose, bright eyes he could lose himself in for hours. 

clearly a great sense of humor with a touch of sarcasm. an amazing fighter and an even better speaker with a soft voice. sweet even. 

and overall, loyal. 

he found it hard to believe. you were the epitome of perfection in his eyes. 

you were everything he was looking for and more. for a potential partner and possibly, his acolyte. 

you shrugged and answered, “not everyday you run into a sith.”

he bites his lip to fight back a laugh but his lips curl into a small smile. “let alone this one.” 

you snicker then quickly cover your mouth, making a neutral face to not give yourself away. “oh you thought that was funny?” he teases and you shake your head. 

you clear your throat and put your hands on your lap, “not at all.” 

“you’re not a good liar, Y/n.” he murmurs and moves his hand up, letting his hand lightly graze yours. 

you cleared your throat and shrugged, “it seems you think you know me so well. we’ve only had what, two conversations before today?” 

he chuckles, tilting his head to the side, and places his hand on top of yours. “we have more in common than you may think.” 

with newfound confidence, you straighten up and ask, “oh is that right?” 

he only nods, making strands of his hair fall to his face. he was looking into your eyes, noticing how they just changed before him, pupils dilated. an interesting sign. 

“you want what i want.” he murmurs softly, his tone sending goosebumps down your body. 

“and your body language can’t hide it as well as you’d like it too.” he whispers and lightly rubs his thumb on the top of your hand. 

meanwhile you had a new game plan. a quick one to see if he was being genuine or not. depending on that would be the result if you’ll fully fall for temptation. 

“is it just a feeling too?” you whisper and his heart nearly stopped. 

you tilted your head to the side, admiring the way his breath hitched and how this was somehow the quietest he’s been since you’ve met him. 

which said a lot because he was quite chatty for a sith lord. 

“do you want me to feel the same as you?” you murmur, lightly batting your lashes at him. 

he was stunned for a few seconds and before he could even come up with something witty, you beat him to it, “am i getting into that pretty little head of yours?” 

he was speechless. 

he didn’t think his own words of seduction would be used against him, and they sounded even better coming from your mouth. 

it was bad enough just touching you ignited something in him but now you were giving him more than curiosity. you were giving him hope. 

hope that he’s finally found his match. hope that you were different than Mae in more ways than he could count and originally thought of. 

you were getting into his head as well and it took him that long to notice. were you toying with him all along? what were you planning?

“your mind is more clouded with desire than anything. your desire for attachment betrays your want for an acolyte. why is that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side and slipping one hand under his hold just to lay it on top of his hand. 

he didn’t flinch. 

his eyes were filled with admiration. 

he didn’t think it was possible for you to get any better yet here you were proving him wrong every step of the way. 

the reality was that you changed his plans. you changed what he wanted just from the first time his eyes met with yours. as soon as you walked into the apothecary he knew it was you. without a doubt in his head.

and being this close to you, touching you, just your existence alone is the overall reason why his head is so clouded with desire. being in your prescene is like corruption to his mind, to his previous ideologies.

you were driving him insane. and way beyond off track. 

he was meant to have an acolyte for a bigger reason than himself but meeting you completely changed his plans. 

and most importantly, what he truly wanted in life. 

“because of you.” he whispers, eyes looking down at your lips while he bites his own. 

“it’s because of you that my want for an acolyte is slipping away.” he adds, making your heart race once again.

“don’t be surprised. i think we were meant to cross paths…” he whispers and you just nod.

you bite your lip, caving in to your intrusive thoughts and looking down at his. they were plump and a rosy color. how would they feel against yours? would they feel as soft as they look?

would he be patient with you? or would he act on how insatiable he feels?

you wanted to know too badly. you needed to know. to find out for yourself. for that side of you that never got what she wanted, as much as you knew deep down how you truly felt.

so when he started leaning in, you didn’t object. you leaned in as well and closed your eyes when you finally felt his lips on yours. 

they were soft.

he kissed you back gently, afraid if he did too much too fast he’d scare you off. he cupped your jaw with his free hand as you slowly kissed back.  

the sparks in your stomach and heat radiating off each other's bodies was palpable. it was even better than you imagined. 

you brought both hands up and wrapped them around his neck, bringing him as close as possible. his right hand was on your thigh again, gently squeezing. your fingers played with the ends of his hair before lightly tugging and making him moan in your mouth. 

without a second thought you slid your tongue into his mouth, slightly catching him off guard. he let you explore his mouth while his hands slowly started to snake down your body. he held onto your waist tightly, almost possessively as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, wanting to take the lead. 

you melted into his touch and let your desire guide you through the kiss. it was electric. filled with hunger and passion. something you both clearly needed. 

you brought your hands to the front of his body, purposely leaving one on his chest while the other traces along his collarbone. His skin was warm and soft. His touch felt foreign but nice. really nice.

you didn’t want him to let you go. you liked feeling his hands on you and just being able to tell how much he was enjoying this like you were. 

this was a dream come true and who knew all you needed to fully unlock that box was to meet your match. to meet him and have him push those boundaries you set on yourself. 

yet you just realized, you don’t even know his name. 

this man has tempted you in more ways than one and you don’t even know what to call him. 

you abruptly stopped which alerted him, making him pull away as well. looking at you curiously, as he calmed his breathing, “what’s your name?” you asked and he chuckled. 

he thought you had changed your mind yet it was something so small. so minuscule. 

an easy fix.

“Qimir. my name is Qimir.” he answers and you nod. 

without waiting for a response, his hand came up to tilt your head to the side and he started kissing down your neck. you gasped and held onto his head, wanting to keep him there. 

he kissed your skin gently, until a switch flipped and he started kissing you feverishly, eagerly. he then sucked on your neck making a moan escape your lips. he hummed against your skin, that moan alone being music to his ears. 

he’s sure he’d hear it in his dreams. especially with how angelic it sounded. he needed to hear more. 

you tugged on his hair some more, an indicator that you liked it so he kissed to the right until he got to your throat. he kissed down then went back up to your chin before going back down and to the left side of your neck. 

he left opened mouth kisses on your skin, wanting you to experience everything he can give you. and he’d kiss every inch of you, if you even asked. 

he sucked yet another bite into you, in a way, claiming you as his. he kissed it gently before pulling away and looking at you, admiring your beauty. 

you were just so beautiful. breathtakingly beautiful. 

he smiled at you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist before he lifts you up. you held onto him as he walked you both to his bed. 

if you were about to experience everything for the first time, he could at least have you on his bed. 

he carefully walked around the cave, relying on just the force alone to find it because he was staring deeply into your eyes. 

he was already feeling himself growing obsessed and he hasn’t even tasted you yet. 

finally the bed was in front of him and he carefully climbed on top of the bed, as well as on you. he made sure his full body weight wasn’t on you because he wanted you to be comfortable.

you on the other hand were almost shaking in anticipation. you had friends from your line of work giving you details about their experiences and it’s only added more fuel to your curiosity. 

you tugged on his shirt, wanting to see him shirtless again. your eagerness nearly beating his. 

nearly. 

he lifted himself off you and quickly untied it before throwing it off to the side. he went back down and leaned in to kiss you again which you happily obliged. he kissed you and you kissed him like your life depended on it. 

your hands went exploring his body, one on his strong bicep and another to his bare chest. he moaned into your mouth and grinded himself into you, also making you moan. his pants were starting to feel tight against him and he wasn’t even surprised. 

you were driving him insane in all aspects. 

you tried to close your legs together in a desperate attempt of having him be as close to you as possible which only made him chuckle, “so greedy huh?” he murmured against your mouth, making you whimper. 

he pulled away, his lips just inches away from yours, “what did i tell you about patience, angel?” he whispers and you couldn’t help the pout that formed onto your lips. 

“poor girl just so needy hm?” he murmured and you only nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. 

“i’m gonna take such good care of you.” he purrs and lowers himself down your body.

he toys with the hem of the shirt you were wearing and you quickly took it off but you still had a tank top and bra on. 

but he didn’t mind it. 

his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head after seeing your perfect tits. the cleavage from you just laying down was breathtaking. 

he went down and started kissing them, bringing a hand up to grope your left one while he paid attention to the right with his mouth. “Qimir-“ you moaned and he smiled against your skin. 

he only needed to hear you say his name from now on, no one else would have the privilege. 

he squeezed your breast over the fabric and sucked another pretty mark, now on your breast. to be perfectly shown if you show cleavage in the foreseeable future. 

you moaned and gripped onto his hair, leaving him breathless and quickly switching so his mouth was on your left breast. he left soft kisses on your skin, going up to your neck and up to your ear to nibble on it. you sighed and moved your hands on to his back, tracing his skin softly and slowly. he went back down and nuzzled in the crook of your neck, humming quietly. 

his hands grabbed the bottom of your bra and you got up a bit so he could slip it off. he carefully took it off you and threw it behind him. 

he was silent for a few seconds. admiring your utter beauty. he was done for. 

“you’re so beautiful, Y/n.” he whispers and he immediately went down, squeezing both breasts in his hands and sucking on your left nipple. 

you gasped and a whimper quickly followed as he sucked on it then flicked the tip of his tongue on it. it felt so fucking good.

it was unlike anything you’ve ever felt and you had a feeling you’d regret not giving in before today.

one of his hands sneakily trails down to your lower half, right above where you needed him most.

you were already feeling so antsy and he was only getting started.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you let out more pretty noises. you were grinding your hips up desperately but he’d just move his hand up to tease you.

finally he let go of your tits and slowly started kissing down your body. he left a trail of kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your pants and he looked up at you.

somehow already having fucked out glossy eyes and your pretty lips in a pout. “may I?” he asks and traces the waistband slowly.

you quickly nod before giving audible confirmation, “yes- please.”

he smiled up at you and grabbed it with both hands while you lifted your ass up a bit so he could easily pull them down.

he took them off quickly, adding it to the collection of clothes on the floor before spreading your thighs together and wrapping his arms around them. he lightly breathed against you, purposely doing more teasing which wasn’t needed just based off the small wet spot on your blue panties.

he cursed under his breath and licked his lips, unable to believe this was his reality.

he blew some air onto your clothed clit making you jump. he hid his grin when you couldn’t move and did it again but went down so it was against your slit.

a pout was back on your lips that quickly changed into a moan when he leaned in to softly kiss your clit.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you have been dying for this for years and he’s just playing around?

“Qimir please-“ you whimpered, trying to grind your hips forward but he didn’t let you.

“what do you want angel? tell me.” he coos, making you whine.

“anything- everything please.” you cry and he nods before placing a kiss on your inner thigh.

“okay.. only because you asked so nicely.” he murmurs and grabs one end of your panties then moves it to the side.

there in all her glory was your poor sopping pussy, just dripping down making him think you were already ready for him but he had to calm down.

you were drenched just for him, and after a few seconds of ogling, he dove in, starting to eat you out like the starved man he was. his fingers gripped onto your thighs as he sucked on your folds.

you were so delicious, so sweet.

right in that moment he decided this was the only pussy he’d ever need. you were all he needed.

he went up and started to suck on your clit gently, looking up at you to watch your reaction. you were sat up a bit to watch him, just biting your lip as you locked eyes with him.

you only let out occasional moans which wasn’t enough for him. he started to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue as he sucked on it, making you gasp then moan.

perfect.

“fuck Qimir!” you moaned and felt your eyes begin to flutter.

he moaned against you which just made you jump. he went back down, lapping at your folds while you brought a hand down to play with his hair. “just like that- fuck-“ you murmured, trying to grind against his face but his grip was still strong.

he loosened a bit only because he wouldn’t mind you grinding your pussy against his mouth now. he was savoring every drop of you.

you finally were able to grind your hips up, doing it as his tongue did it’s dance on you, working expertly. you moaned and it turning into a smile while you watched him.

he looked so fucking good down there. who knew a man being in this position would turn him ten times hotter.

suddenly you feel something warm and you’re confused until you see him teasing your entrance with his finger as he went back to suck on your clit. 

you gasped and attempted to squeeze your legs together but he didn’t let you. “just relax.” he murmurs and you nod, relaxing your body so nothing would hurt.

you took a deep breath then let it out and he was now slowly able to slide it inside you. he made sure he was in control of his lustful desire because he didn’t want to accidentally cause you any pain.

he only wanted you to feel pleasure. 

so he took his time, slowly sliding his finger all the way in then slowly pulling it back. you were letting out little moans, and grinding your hips up. you couldn’t help it. the pleasure he was giving you was immeasurable. 

the fact you’ve never even done this to yourself either should be criminal because maybe then you would know how to react. 

you closed your eyes and laid back onto the bed making him squeeze your thigh. he wanted your pretty eyes on him at all costs. he wanted you to see everything he was going to do to you just so he could tell you later on he’d be the only one to do it.

it was psychotic how fast he wanted to make you his. pathetic even.

but he made his mind up since you held his saber to his neck.

now all he had to do was make you see stars so the feeling can be mutual. which so far doesn’t seem so hard.

he pumped his finger a little faster, his patience starting to run thin just because of the sole fact that you were gripping his finger. you were unbelievably drenched. 

he just knew he'd be able to slide in so easily. he wanted to be inside you so bad already. 

but instead of pulling his finger out and doing just that, he decided instead to just pull it out and slowly add a second finger. you whimpered and looked down at him with a small pained expression. he went even slower. he pulled them both out, letting your arousal drip down before sliding them in again. "f-fuck-" you let out breathlessly.

"is that good?" he murmured, looking up at you and finally catching your gaze.

you nodded and he started to pump them deeper. the slight pain washing away and being replaced with pleasure again. "so good." you mumbled making him smile.

he leaned in and started sucking on your clit while he continued with the same pace. you tugged on his hair prompting him to moan against you, sending a shiver down your body. 

the eye contact was lethal, his eyes bored into yours and he felt himself growing more hard with each face you made. biting your lip, eyes all fucked out, soft moans leaving your lips. so perfect. 

he started to move his fingers faster, seeing your reactions in case there was any discomfort. “Qimir-“ you whimpered and he could only pull away and smirk. 

he left a kiss on your inner thigh and watched how your pussy would take his fingers in. he was mesmerized. not only were your juices gushing out but the sounds of it happening was purely heavenly. 

“fuck just like that-“ you cried and felt your legs shake. 

you felt a weird sensation in your lower stomach and it was safe to assume it was your first orgasm in hot pursuit. he felt you clench against his fingers and trying to pull back but he didn’t let you. 

he went back to sucking on your clit and fucked you harder with his fingers, going as deep as he could go. he moaned against you, feeling your arousal soak them even more as he got you closer to the edge. "I think i'm gonna-"

"come for me angel, let me hear you." he murmured before going back to sucking on your clit.

you let out a mixture of whimpers and moans, that feeling in your stomach becoming stronger and you were subconsciously bucking your hips up, your body chasing that feeling. qimir pumped his fingers faster then started to curl them up so they hit your sweet spot with every thrust. 

with one final deep thrust, you whimper out his name, arching your back as it hits you as hard as the waves from outside. your legs were shaking as he slowed down, letting you ride out your high while you tried to calm yourself down because your heartbeat was ringing in your ear.

you cried out his name making him pull away from your clit and his fingers making a full stop. he looked up at your pretty face, sweat and tears falling down your cheeks.

he carefully slipped his fingers out of you and quickly got up and gave you a soft kiss. just a little reassurance for you that he’s there and that he’s going to stick to his word of taking care of you. 

he pulled away and let his forehead lean against yours, “you did perfect, such an amazing job, angel. thank you for letting me do that for you.” 

your face grew hot and you could only give him a shy smile, nodding then quietly saying, “thank you- that was better than anything I could have ever imagined.” 

he grinned and nodded, “if you’d like we can stop there but just know there’s definitely more that I can do for you.”

he pulled away and you gave him a kind smile, “maybe you’re not so bad…” 

your response only made him chuckle as your hands sneakily snaked down to his pants, “but I need you to show me everything.” 

he didn’t need to hear you say it twice so he quickly slipped his pants off. and not expecting you to do anything for him, he climbed on top of you, bringing a hand behind your back to have you scoot to the top of the bed. 

he brought your hand down with his other hand and you instantly felt the softness of the pillow, “wait let me-“

he just shook his head and grinned, “you don’t owe me anything. I just want to make you feel everything and have you in bliss.” 

you frowned and he shook his head, “there’ll be plenty of time for that another day but right now I wanna focus just on you. on your pleasure. I don’t matter in this.”

“that’s not true. I say we should both feel good.” you say and he just shakes his head. 

“for me right now, that doesn’t matter and I’m not worried for my own pleasure. just yours. you’re all that matters to me.” he admits, making you fight off a dumb smile. 

“whatever you say.. I guess this’ll be a win win for us both anyway.” you mumble and he nods, letting out a little laugh.

"are you sure?" he asks and you nod, "I am."

he nods again and you spread your legs out as he got right in between, you could feel him. you didn't even get to take a look so you moved your head to the side trying to get a peak as he stroked himself.

you saw it. 

it was thick and long. 

you were almost sure he'd kill you. 

with his unoccupied hand, he held your chin and made you look at him, "tell me to stop and I will."

you nodded, "I will."

he teased you both, at first just rubbing the tip against you but he only did it to ensure you'd be nice and ready for him. he smacked it on your clit a few times and right as you were going to complain, you felt it inside you. 

it felt like a big stretch and you did feel the pain, but he pulled away and went back in – repeating the process just so you could get a feel of it. 

"is this okay?" he asked quietly, making you nod, "yeah it is- it's.. a lot."

he smiled, nodding then murmurs, "you're doing so good already-"

"please- I-I- need you." you stutter and he groans, sliding himself back inside you.

he moved an inch and it made you whimper, it was a bigger stretch and there was much more to go. he leaned in and kissed your forehead, then went in kissing your cheek – sliding in some more as he did it. 

you calm yourself down, wanting to relax but it was hard to. 

this was something you didn't ever want to actually give yourself. 

maybe because deep down you still did view yourself as a jedi, as if you never left. old ideology locked into your mindset and all. but with him it was as if you couldn't help but want to give in and go for what your heart has truly always wanted.

he was now about halfway inside and you felt ready so you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in, making him go as deep as possible. you gasped and he looked at you carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort but there wasn't any. 

instead he held onto your leg with one hand and your cheek with the other. your hands went to his arms, caressing him until they moved to his back and he flinched for a second before letting himself relax at your soft touch. 

your fingers trailed over his long mark, slow and precise so that was when he started to move the same way. his breathing was steady but his heart was racing, you could feel it somehow. 

you smiled and let out a tiny moan, "oh fuck-"

he pulled all the way back until it was only his tip in then slammed into you, making your fingers press into his skin while you hissed, "shit-"

he moaned, obsessed with the way you were reacting, and even happier that he was able to convince you. no more happy that he found you because you were all he was looking for. 

you moved your legs, only keeping them spread as he started to thrust himself into you. 

the pain had now washed away, all you felt was pleasure, and it felt nice.

he was still holding your face and although your eyes were already fluttering he made sure your gaze was on him. 

he started off with a slow pace but once he saw you desperately bucking your hips up, silently begging for more, he had to give it to you. 

he helped you spread your legs wide as he started pounding himself into you, not waiting around because he knew you and he knew what you wanted, what you needed.

your body was starting to make noises you've never heard before and it was surprising you so much but it was not unwelcomed. the sounds your pussy was making was dirty but the sound of you both in harmony was music to your ears. 

you couldn't help it. 

it was like the force suddenly came back to you just so you could feel all of it. all of him.

every inch inside you was making you feel things you swore you would never permit yourself to but now that you have, it was the best decision you've ever made.

your hands went up to his neck, playing with the ends of his hair while his thrusts became harder, deeper, and even faster. 

"oh fuck-" you moaned, making him groan, "feel so good.."

his eyes were dark but that softness was still there, it never went away. 

his hand that was on your leg moved to play with your tits, pinching your nipples and just making you moan even more than before. 

"Qimir! please- please don't stop–" you pleaded, only making him grin, "wouldn't dream of it."

"fuck!" you moaned and felt yourself clenching against him. 

his hips were touching yours with every thrust and you could feel him deep inside you, it was heavenly. he didn't stop or slow down, if anything he went even harder – giving it his all just to hear every sound you'd make for him.

"such a good girl for me–" he murmured and groaned, "so perfect, just for me."

you nodded, losing your voice as you felt that feeling from earlier come back. you whimpered, hands going to his arms just to grip something. 

your hands squeezed his biceps as he lifted a leg higher and to the side, hitting a new angle. you instantly cried, “right there!” 

“right there?” he cooed and you nodded your head, eyes rolling back. 

"y-yes- fuck Qimir please-" you moaned, your hips trying to match him but he was doing all the work for you. 

“you make me feel so good-“ you breathe out and he smiles, “that’s the way it should be.”

you laugh then smile, pulling him in for a kiss. he gladly accepted and kissed you hard, sloppy as he started to hit that spot inside you that had you feel like you were going to explode.

you tried to get his attention but he wasn't pulling away, eating up every moan that left your lips as if they were his to keep. he kissed you in desperation, wanting to feel every sound you make as you came. 

once you felt him twitching inside you, you knew you were done. he was moaning against you too which had you losing it, only the verge of crumbling. 

"baby I'm gonna-" he moaned against you and you nodded, "please- please cum with me."

he groaned and with a deep thrust he came inside you, making you come undone at the same time. you held onto him tightly, not even able to kiss back so he leaned his forehead against yours. you both came hard and as he made sure to give you every drop, you were a shaking and whining mess on his cock. 

you were milking dry, your pussy clenching against him as if he'd disappear if you didn't. he did a few slower thrusts to ride out your highs, ensuring your orgasm finished. 

your hands went to his back again, pulling him down to have him as close to you as possible. he smiled and instead carefully flipped you over so you were on top of him and laying on his chest. 

you closed your eyes and listened to his heart beat. it was fast and uneasy but after laying there a few minutes now finally calm, his heart was still the same.

he held onto you, gently as he rubbed your back to make you feel safe.

you smiled as you felt his touch, it wasn't as foreign as it was before. 

it felt right this time and you were glad it did. 

he just proved that he was being serious and you knew you'd be a good match for him. in which way, you weren't so sure yet but he got what he wanted all along, you.

[doukeshi-kun]

the acolyte really shouldn't be cancelled hurmm 😔

[doukeshi-kun]

i remember qimir (from the acolyte) and i think, maybe nikolai wouldn't be a sith lord 🧐 maybe he's too tapped into the dark side and me and he's like his own faction and stuff. i mean, he kinda betrayed/left doa in bsd canon, so he probably left the sith or something ehe

[doukeshi-kun]

can i steal osha and qimir's tension for nikolai LMFAO i cant

[doukeshi-kun]

yord.... 😍

[doukeshi-kun]

HOT SEXY MAN DOWN😭😭😭

[doukeshi-kun]

yord.... 😍

[doukeshi-kun]

FUCK QIMIR IS SO HOT AAAAAGHHH

[doukeshi-kun]

yord.... 😍

[zandiiangelspit]

My favourite emotional support~ 💕

[ordo-homoticus]

2 reasons to play the Jedi games

[doukeshi-kun]

the 'delete this tumblr' button is always so alluring especially when my brain is being funny with the voices🫪

[angelexile]

need someone to baby me or i will die

[doukeshi-kun]

i remember qimir (from the acolyte) and i think, maybe nikolai wouldn't be a sith lord 🧐 maybe he's too tapped into the dark side and me and he's like his own faction and stuff. i mean, he kinda betrayed/left doa in bsd canon, so he probably left the sith or something ehe

[doukeshi-kun]

finished star wars fallen order! 8/10 overall. love the story, love ALL the characters too, cere, merrin, trilla, greez, bd, CAL KESTIS \(≧▽≦)/ i feel like it's quite short tho but i really enjoy it minus the jumping mechanism lmfao i hate doing the jumps because i SUCK😭

also vader is super scary (ó﹏ò｡) i expect that he'll appear because i have seen it on youtube but actually experiencing it was so different i shart my big girl pants lowkey

[doukeshi-kun]

i wonder if i should take mandarin classes again... every job interview i went to, they'll ask me if i can speak it (cuz i got As for the subject lmao?) but bruh 我是真笨蛋，我只知道'那个','一个','这个' 啊

[designtheendless]

Heatwave 🥵