Summary: After suffering defeat at the hands of ‘The Stranger’ you find yourself being held hostage. Despite your strong will and loyalty to the order, you end up succumbing to his rugged good looks and your own urges. Engaged in certain acts, forming the type of attachment that could result in your banishment…the beginning of a new life.
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Rough smex, fun from behind, multiple orgasms, hint of a breeding kink, and…Qimir’s big, thick dick.
Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤 (You, lovelies, can thank and blame @everydaydreamer for this 😂)
- Hips wiggle, tremble as you struggle to not collapse… Pussy fluttering, spasming around nothing… Breaths ragged, strained… “P-please, I need to…need you t-to…”
- “How the mighty have fallen.” Calloused hand grips your side hard, fingers sinking into your pillowy flesh. Length slipping between your soaked, puffy folds; rocking slowly back and forth. Tip occasionally catching your clit…sending you closer to the peak of another orgasm. “If only your fellow jedi could see you now.”
- Leaning forward, he nips your neck. Stubble scratching gently, tongue lapping at the new marks that begin to blossom. “Wanting to cum again so badly, begging me to not stop.” While he toys, tugs…rolls your sore nipples. “Until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re lying limp beneath me.”
- ‘The stranger’s’ words shot straight to your aching core. Walls clench, clamp in response. Pitiful whines fall from your swollen lips. “Yes…maker, yes…” As slick trickles down your leg, coats his thick length. “…yes!”
- “That’s it, little one,” he coos. Hoarse voice reverberating, rumbling against your back. Causing aftershocks to wrack through your weakened body. “Let it all out…let those last shreds of dignity just fade away.”
- Lining himself up; his fat tip presses, prods. Lips ghost over the shell of your ear. “It’ll make it easier for me to ruin you…” Phantom presence brushes, swirls around your neglected nub. “…mold you how I like.”
- With the snap of his hips, he slams into you. Burying himself to the hilt, he growls low in approval when you cry out. Fists grasping at the stained sheets, knuckles turning white. Pussy aching from the burning stretch…from being forced to take ever last thick inch. “Ba-bastard!”
- “To some…yes…” Setting a fast pace, knocking the air from your lungs. Thrusting brutally, violently. Angling his cock in a way where he hits, bullies your cervix with each strong stroke. “To you…I will be much MUCH more…”
- Pinching your pert buds, giving both breasts a solid slap. His hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck. “Your downfall…” Pressing you into the mattress; holding, keeping you still. “Your savior…”
- He was on top , inside, all around you. Driving so hard, bruising the tender flesh of your bottom. “Your master…” Trying to rip, drag that fourth orgasm out of you. Making you a slave to your own pleasure. “Your lover…”
- Qimir…’ That word grazes, echoes clearly in your mind. Even as you feel yourself shaking, teetering on the edge. The coil in your stomach winding unbearably tight. And you can barely function, yet you still manage to moan it softly into the pillows. “Q-Qimir…”
- Fingers lace through, yanking sharply on your hair. “Say it again…louder…” Pulling you back, plunging himself impossibly deeper. Grinding against the spot that has your vision fading, whiting out; muscles tensing. “I want to hear you scream my name when I finally break you…”
- Sinking his teeth into your shoulder, you went spiraling. Clamping down around him, arms giving out from beneath you. Tears flowing freely, his name torn from your throat… “QIMIR!!!”
- Peppering you with featherlight kisses, pumping slowly in and out. “Good girl…” Working you through the waves of ecstasy; pulsing, filling you up with his hot cum. “Did so well for me, took everything I gave…”
- Invisible digits cup, caresses your stomach gently. “Now you’ll be forced to stay here with me…let me keep you and this one safe. Because your precious order will most certainly no take you back.” Ragged moans, mixing with your broken sobs. “ After all attachment is forbidden…especially when it’s to a sith.”
Is it just me or is the shit about the cancellation of The Acolyte making a huge noise ? Literally, it's been a yawn since I've seen a series canceled in indignation so many different articles. Would hope dare to light up in me ? Am I crazy to think that there is a small chance that the resistance to this cancellation will eventually win and succeed in possibly getting our show renewed ?
If they don't end up renewing The Acolyte, I hope they're at least kind enough to give us closure in animation the way Tales of the Empire did for Barriss- maybe a few episodes on how Qimir left the Jedi, a few episodes on how Osha left the Jedi, and a few showing what happens to them and Mae. It wouldn't be able to go deep enough to be wholly satisfying but I'd still pay good money for Tales of the High Republic if season 2 isn't an option
To those who say that The Acolyte cannot be the victim of racism-related hatred because of the main actors of Andor, Mandalorian and Ahsoka make me slowly laugh.
Diego Luna may be Mexican, but he's sort of white-skinned. Pedro Pascal is under a fucking mask the majority of the time, and Ahsoka may be an Afro Latina actress is a character who was basically one in the animation, being part of an alien race. Natasha Liu Bordizzo also plays a person who was originally in animation with a fanbase that already existed.
You may think that all this does not play a role in public perception, particularly racist in terms of their tolerance, but you are wrong (especially in the reception of an animated character compared to live action like with Sabine). On the contrary, it plays a huge role in their criticism. And precisely, thanks to that they can hide behind the excuse of not being racist.
Amandla is a black woman who play a completely new character. She pulls the triple hat for the worst of the worst in Star Wars fandom. Namely the sexist criticisms and the misogynistic criticisms, and criticizes of the untouchable Lore / what they think Star Wars is supposed to be, which all combine together.
Without forgetting that the one who makes the show is also a woman, a lesbian on top of that, who inevitably infuses her vision into Star Wars.
Stop acting like it doesn't matter.
And hiding behind the fact that many love Qimir and want the continuation of his story to make people believe that there is no racism linked to Amandla forgets some details on this subject.
Literally, these people completely remove the female character, Osha, from Qimir, while you can't tell his story by removing the girl. The characters work together and not separately. They don't understand that the essence of Qimir's character is linked to Osha. And obviously they don't understand that he's more complex than a Sith either.
These people who only focus on Many don't understand the character at all. Most also have misogynistic remarks towards Osha / Amandla.
So, frankly, taking those who specifically focus on Qimir as a standard to prove that there is no racism, only shows their incompetence in analysis and understanding of media, without forgetting the other horrible side that this show has had to face ; misogyny.
Be realistic, the show suffered a huge hate campaign well before its release and therefore the slightest trace of the storyline !
And yes, the storyline of The Acolyte is not perfect, but that is far from the main reason why the show is criticized ! A little realism and objectivity, please !
It's to the point that there is a counter-petition to prove that people don't want The Acolyte to be renewed, and sorry for the haters, but the numbers painfully prove you otherwise.
Summary: It’s barely the first day of winter and already you’re tired of being lonely and cold. So, out of desperation, you decide to take matters into your own hands. By following some silly, old wives tale and burying your poor Stranger figure in the snow. Better be ready though, your not so ‘little sith’ is going to need some warming up of his own once he comes to life.
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of the lovely smut. Fun from behind (giddy up), somewhat rough smex, tiniest hint of somnophilia, specks of a size difference, fridged appendages, and…Qimir’s big, thick dick.
Notes: Happy Holidays and First Day Of Winter, lovelies! Welcome to track eleven of my special holiday mix, Snowman! ❤️💚
First Day Of Winter 2023: So Warm *Anakin x RealWorld!Reader*
- ‘They say that if you wish with all your heart and bury the possession you hold the dearest deep into the fresh winter solstice snow. Then, when the clock strikes upon the witching hour, your desire will become a reality. Take heed though, the magic lasts but only for the night. Less the object finds something to tether itself to this plain of existence.’
- It was amazing. Considering how leery you are of the silly, old wives tale… The very same one your long-distance friend raved about, insisted worked, to just have ‘faith’. …you’re surprisingly, more than willing to try and blindly trust it.
- What can you say? It had been one hell of a long year so far. And, despite only being a few hours in, it seemed like the winter was going to continue being the same… Filled with more lonely moments and lengthy stretches of bitter coldness mixed in. The two things you hate the absolute most in this entire world.
- So with a hopeful, yet apprehensive, heart and shot (or two) of something strong pumping through your system. You trudge out into the ankle-deep snow, just as those last rays of light disappear over the horizon. Bundled up, but still shivering from head-to-toe. With a small lantern held high in your one hand and the other…clutching your small Qimir figure tightly to your chest.
- “This is stupid…this is stupid…this is SO stupid,” you mutter. Over and over, scolding yourself again and again. Kneeling in a drift, wind howling in your ears. Staring into those painted-on brown eyes, probably a tad too intensely. “Can’t believe I’m doing…or talking to a toy like this. But I could REALLY use the company, my little sith. Need someone to help keep me warm, toasty…maybe we'll have some fun. So…”
- Kissing him, embarrassingly, on the top of his tiny head. “Just don’t take too long coming alive.” You gave him one more look and a half smile. Before burying and covering, making him resemble a mini… “Okay, Mr. Snowman?”
- With the deed done, you trek back indoors. Where, once undressed, you crawl into your empty bed. Gazing out the window, watching the itty-bitty mound grow; the snow piling ever higher on top of it. Until finally fatigue won and you dozed off. Falling into a light slumber, to only be awoken when…
- Mattress dips slightly, the covers rustle gently. Someone, much larger than yourself, slips underneath them. Scooting close, slotting their chilled form between your sprawled open thighs. “Warm…”
- Icy fingers graze, glide across the soft skin of your exposed back. Leaving behind goosebumps as they trail lower. Coming to rest on, knead and squeeze your hip gently. “So warm…”
- While a fridged tip brushes, nudges. Spreads and smears sticky pre over your folds, your entrance. Before slowly beginning to sink, bully his way into the welcoming heat. “You’re so warm, baby…”
- ‘A dream?’ You groggily think, mind still a bit hazy and cloudy. Velvety walls involuntarily clenching around the thick, cool length that was stretching and dominating your poor cunt. ‘It has to be. I know that voice and there’s absolutely no way-’
- “And…” He grunts, growls lowly above you. Panting and huffing. Pushing past that tiny bit of resistance, forcing you to take those last few thick inches. Weak, sleepy whine rising from your throat and falling from your lips. “…tight.”
- “Qi-Qimir?” Mumbling, struggling to string together words. “No…n-no way.” You will your eyes to open, to move. “Absolutely no-not.” Trying to prop yourself up onto your elbows, steal a glance over your shoulder. “H-has to b-be a-”
- “It’s not.” Calloused hand encircles, grips the nape of your neck. “I’m very much real.” Shoving you into the mattress, holding you in place. “Your not so ‘little sith’.” Gaze locking with yours in the window’s reflection. “Here to keep you warm, toasty.” Smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
- Breath hitches at the sight of him looming over, encompassing entirely and easily overpowering you. “Keep me com-company?” And you can’t help but flutter at the way he ruts, grinds his hips against your pert bottom. “Have so-some fun?”
- Pressing his chest to your back, bearing down with some of his weight. “Promise.” Teeth nip, tongue ghosts over the shell over your ear. “I’ll give you all that and more.” As he begins to rock, thrust deeply into you. “I’m never leaving.”
- Body goes pliant beneath him, trembling from raw pleasure. Hot puffs of airs, shallow pants escape you. Hands desperately fist the blanket. “Yes…y-yes.” He was everywhere, surrounding you completely. Filling, overwhelming your senses. “P-please.” To the point where there was nothing else but him. “Please…plea-please.”
- “That’s…” Answering and obeying your sweet, meek pleas. Qimir quickens his pace, drives harder. “…that’s my…” Pounding you further into the bed. Clit dragging across, slick making a mess of the sheets. “…my good girl.”
- Fingers leave your hip. “Whose going to take it all, let me have her through the whole night.” Search and find yours. “Give me a reason to stay, not become a puddle of water.” Entwining, lacing them together. “So come on, let’s go.”
- Plunging, bottoming out one last time…he stills. Releases hitting, waves of ecstasy washing over and drowning you both. Low groan rumbling within him, broken moans pouring from you. While he pumps, floods you with his warmth.
- Pulling out, but for only a moment. He carefully rolls you onto your back, curls his frame around yours. Licking away the tears of joy from your rosy cheeks, finally kissing you how you each had so desperately needed. Pushes himself inside your leaking hole once more, with a happy and content hum. “Love you…Mrs. Snow.”
- Tilting your head slightly, placing a tiny peck on the bottom of his jaw. You nuzzle against, smile up at him. Eyes gleaming with undeniable adoration, undying affection. “Love you too…my snowman.”
- And true to his words… The two of you spend the remainder of the night, the blizzard… Snuggled up, making your own heat… A home for all seasons… All thanks to the silly, old wives tale...
