Summary. A year after the events in New York City, the memories of that dreadful day come back to haunt you. Luckily, this time you have Bob with you and he will not let your pain drag you down, the same way you won’t let him blame himself for it.
Word Count. 3.8k
Tags/Warnings. Hurt to comfort, slight angst, SMUT, mention of Bob’s father and trauma, female receiving penetration, use of pet names such as honey, sweetheart and baby. Reader calls him Bobby during sex.
EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD, MUST BE 18+ TO READ, I WILL BE CHECKING. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Notes. My comeback to being a fic writer since I abandoned my writing blog back in 2023. Shoutout to Mr. Bob and his pathetically charming self for dragging me back to my writing ways. Also… I created and pushed the Inexperienced!Bob agenda in this fic. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcomed.
You could feel the darkness trying to consume you. It worked slowly, yet it felt as if it was rapidly trying to drown you, robbing the air straight out of your lungs and leaving you without any air left to breathe. It was an all-consuming feeling of dread — except this wasn't a feeling, it was a person. He had a face and a name. The exact same face of the man you would eventually come to fall in love with, but it wasn't him, not really.
It was the silhouette of the darkest parts of him. The dark side of him that wanted you to feel the exact same type of pain he was feeling. All of the abuse and suffering. He wanted you to feel it, too. He wanted every living person to feel it.
He was nothing more than a void — and he wanted you to drown in it. He wanted you to understand that there was nothing more in this world than the neverending feeling of numbness and agony.
His darkness was consuming you and there was nothing you could do about it.
“Honey, you have to wake up,” a worried sleepy voice urged you while a warm hand wiped the sweat off your forehead, carefully brushing and putting away the strands of hair that were stuck to it.
You opened your eyes so fast it felt like your heart was about to give out. Your breathing came out in quick, unsteady gasps that made it hard to figure out where you were. Your heart was beating just as hard as last year, back when the man next to you wasn’t the one he is right now.
“Bob?” you asked, trying to catch your breath and reaching out to him with a shaky hand.
“Hey, it was just a nightmare. Can you, uh.. can you take a deep breath for me?” he asked, sitting up in your shared bed and turning on the bedside lamp next to him before taking your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. You didn't reply, all you could do was close your eyes and sit up next to him, bringing your free hand to your racing heart.
Your lack of an answer didn’t help soothe the worry he was feeling. “C’mon, sweetheart. Please,” Bob begged you, squeezing your hand two times.
I’m here. He’s gone.
You nodded once and opened your eyes, turning your head to the right and meeting the soft blue eyes of your boyfriend who was sitting next to you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice raspy and strained. He shook his head. “It’s okay. We can do it together,” he answered with a small smile.
Bob took a deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, and then exhaled. You copied his movements, keeping your hand in his. “Again,” he said before taking another deep inhale and then letting it out, never taking his eyes away from you.
You weren’t able to count the number of times you breathed in and out with Bob, but he stayed with you through it all. Holding your hand until you were finally able to breathe normally.
You stayed silent for a while, but Bob didn’t seem to mind. All of his focus was on you, and he would wait for you for eternity if that was the time you needed to get a word out. “I’m sorry,” you croaked.
“None of that, honey,” he answered, not missing a beat. “Does it hurt to speak?” He thought of things he could do to help, rummaging through his head for any useful advice when his eyes lit up as he remembered something from his childhood.
“Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” He asked, his eyes shining as if he had finally gotten the right answer to an unsolvable paradox.
“Please,” you whispered. Bob took hold of the covers that were discarded away to the bottom of the bed and brought them up to your chest, standing up with a small groan as his feet met the cold floor and he stretched his arms above his head, giving you a clear view of his toned shirtless figure.
“I’ll be right back,” he replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to your bedroom door and walking out.
Bob didn’t take long walking to the kitchen and grabbing you a cold glass of water, yet every second he spent outside of your shared room made you remember your awful nightmare, which you wouldn’t even describe as a nightmare — it was a terrible fucking memory.
You anxiously chewed on your bottom lip as you stared at your door, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to come back. The door eventually opened after a few minutes and Bob walked in with a glass of water in his right hand, you took notice of the metallic straw inside of it.
“It’s, uh… so it’s easier for you to drink,” he explained.
“That’s nice, thank you,” you replied before taking the glass from him and taking a small sip. The coldness that seeped through your body and the feeling of the condensation on the glass helping you ground yourself back to reality.
“Better?” He asked, climbing back onto the bed and placing a hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You hummed and leaned your body closer to him, leaning your head against his toned shoulder.
“I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“You really need to stop apologizing, sweetheart. It’s alright,” he replied, turning his head to the left and kissing your temple.
You stayed silent for a while, taking small sips of your water. Finding comfort in each other’s presence and the sound of his steady breathing next to you. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.
“It was—,” you started.
“I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But my mom used to tell me that talking about these types of things could help make you feel better,” Bob rambled, moving his free hand as he spoke to try and make his statement seem casual.
Bob had once shared with you that his mother used to help him out whenever he’d wake up terrified from nightmares about his father. She would give him a glass of water — with a straw to make it easier to drink — and comfort him through it all. He mentioned those moments were what eased his mind whenever he had one of his Low Days.
You let out a soft sigh, setting the empty glass on the bedside table next to you. “It was about last year,” you said softly.
“Oh,” Bob whispered, his shoulder going tense beneath your head. You didn’t have to look up at him to know there was a look of worry in his eyes.
You placed your hand over his on your thigh. “It’s not your fault,” you tried to comfort him, only to be quickly cut off by him.
“But it was me who did that,” he stated, his head hanging low.
“You weren’t in control, Bob. God, you didn’t even remember what happened once we got you out,” you said, slightly turning your head to press a kiss against his shoulder blade, causing Bob to let out a shaky breath.
“That doesn’t change the fact that I.. he,” Bob corrected himself, “He hurt you. He hurt every civilian in the city,”
“It wasn’t you, baby. I mean, now you're considered a hero. A goddamned Avenger, for fuck’s sake.”
“A pretty useless one. All I do is clean up after everyone and be Walker’s gym buddy,” he said, a self-deprecating chuckle escaping his lips.
“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You also helped Alexei get that Red Bull sponsor for his ugly New Avengerz merch,” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.
That caused Bob to let out a genuine smile and it was enough to make you feel like you had single-handedly caused world peace. It felt like the sun had shone straight through your heart. An infinite sunbathe.
“You’re a good person, Bob,” you lifted your head from his shoulder, sitting up to meet his gaze and bringing a hand to caress his cheek. Bob closed his eyes at the feeling, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he felt your touch on his skin. “Once you learn how to control your powers — how to control him.. you’ll be the most powerful member of this team.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the one comforting you, honey” he replied, opening his eyes and turning his head to give the palm of your hand a kiss, his eyes not leaving yours as he did it.
“Knowing you’re next to me is enough to make me feel better.”
A bright blush took over Bob’s cheeks. He wasn’t fully used to all of this, to the way you seemed to love him despite his darkest moments. Two months into your relationship he had shyly confessed to you that he had no romantic experiences due to his addiction and Low Days. That didn’t change the fact that he was eager to learn and make you feel just as loved as you made him feel.
He was about to open his mouth to say something along the lines of you being too sweet for a messed up man like him when he was distracted by the yawn that escaped you. A soft smile adorned Bob’s features.
“Oh, honey. You must be tired,” he said in the softest voice he could muster. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“Is it that obvious?” You joked, another yawn leaving your lips, causing Bob’s smile to get even bigger. “Nope, not at all, sweetheart.”
Bob extended his arm to turn off your bedside lamp with a small sigh and moved to lay down facing you, you followed his movements, laying on your side and pressing your back to his strong chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pressed a kiss to the back of your head.
You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of his beating heart against your back to lull you to sleep. It didn’t take long for you to notice that your attempt to slip back into dreamland was futile. You had no idea how long you spent trying to go back to sleep, it could’ve easily been fifteen minutes or an hour, but that didn’t matter. You just couldn’t.
You were so fucking exhausted, your body knew that but your brain wasn’t cooperating. You couldn’t fall back asleep. You tried to switch positions and move around, but it was useless. Nothing was working. Maybe your nightmare shook you up more than you thought.
“You okay over there?” You heard Bob’s tired voice behind you.
“Yeah… No. I don’t know why I can’t fall back asleep,” you answered, frustration lacing your tone.
Bob’s right arm that was gently wrapped around your waist moved down as his warm hand traveled beneath the sleeping shirt you were wearing — his sleeping shirt to be exact. His hand rubbed slow circles on your skin.
He used his free hand to move away the hair that was covering your neck and began to trail sweet kisses up your throat, moving slowly until he reached your jaw. “Is this alright?” He asked. You hummed and closed your eyes as he continued scattering soft wet kisses against your jawline until reaching your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“Let me help you, honey,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath and wandering hand under your shirt causing a heat to build up in your core. A whimper escaped your lips as your hips involuntarily pressed back against his. The feeling of his hardening member against your ass and his toned, strong chest right behind your back making you feel dizzy.
“Bobby,” you gasped, slightly turning your head to meet his eyes. “Tell me what you need,” he replied, licking his lips and pulling his hand away from under your shirt to use it to lift himself up and hover above you. You weren’t able to get any words out so you did what your body was begging you to do.
You pressed your lips against his and kissed him. Bob eagerly kissed you back, using his free hand to hold your face and lift it up towards him, a small moan leaving his lips. You two had been in this position several times, yet it always felt like the first time for him, because due to his inexperience: every feeling was new to him. Moans and whimpers would always escape him whenever he found himself making out with you.
His hand moved from your cheek to your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pressing himself closer to you. The kiss was heated but still soft — still so Bob. He pulled away to take a breather before saying, “Wait, I, uh.. I think I know of something that could help.”
He shifted his position to lay on his back, spreading his legs and manhandling your body, moving you to sit between his thighs. “Is this.. Is this alright, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you answered, letting out a sigh of comfort as you laid your head on his chest, your back pressed against his shirtless figure, his head above yours and his legs keeping you in place, spread next to yours.
“You tell me if you want me to stop.. or if it’s too much,” he rambled “Oh! And also if I do something wrong—“
“It’s fine, Bobby,” you replied with a small smile. “You’re pretty good at what you do, don’t worry too much about it.”
Your statement brought a bright blush to his cheeks, the second of the night — which wasn’t strange because he always got shy whenever you praised him during your intimate moments. He still wasn’t used to being praised, especially not on times like this.
He lets out a nervous laugh as he uses his left arm to hold your waist, pulling you closer to his chest and his right hand smoothes over your covered abdomen, the tips of his warm fingers making you shiver and internally beg for more.
“Can I.. Is it okay if I take this off?” he asks, slightly pulling your shirt up, your eyes close as you feel his lips against your ear.
“Please,” you exhale. Bob slowly pulls your shirt over your figure, causing the cold air of your shared room to hit the soft skin of your bare chest, making your nipples harden. Leaving you almost completely naked, the only thing covering your body being your panties that were getting wetter by the second.
“Jesus,” Bob whispers, bringing his hand up to softly trace the outline of your right breast. Taking his time as he trails the tips of his fingers through its underside, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He slowly brings his fingers up to play with your hardened nipple, pinching it slightly before using his whole hand to grope your breast.
“Stop teasing.”
“I wasn’t trying to tease,” he replies. You didn’t have to see his face to know there was a huge smile adorning it. “I’m just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”
You try to move closer to him, wanting to feel something — anything that could help ease the burning in between your legs. You dropped your hand over his left arm that held your waist in place and pushed your hips back against his, a moan escaping you as you grind your ass against his hard cock.
Bob’s self-esteem boosted at the sweet sound you let out, giving your breast a last squeeze before trailing his fingers downwards to where you wanted it the most.
“Please, Bobby,” you pathetically whimpered, your hips involuntarily jutting upwards towards his hand as your body begged for more of his touch.
“Shh, I know, honey,” he hushed your pleas. He trailed his fingers through the plush of your thighs before letting them linger along the hem of your drenched panties. He slowly brings his hand down to cup your covered pussy over the fabric of your underwear, causing another moan to escape you.
You threw your head back against him, your breathing coming out in unsteady pants. You could feel and hear his heavy breathing, too. Feel him getting worked up over the sight of your begging body. He slowly pressed his fingertips down to touch you through the drenched fabric of your underwear, the pressure of his fingers against your covered folds feeling just right.
“God, look at that,” Bob panted. Quickly taking his hand off of your needy core to stare at his fingers, watching them glisten with your slick wetness. “Can’t believe all of this is because of me, sweetheart.” You whimpered at the loss of his hot touch, your hips bucking towards him in a desperate way of trying to get closer.
“Only for you, Bob. Fuck.”
Bob’s chest swelled with pride at your reaction. “Lift your hips, honey,” he ordered, his breath fanning against your cheek as you swiftly lifted your hips and watched him slowly bring your underwear down, finally letting you completely spread your legs as your naked pussy met the cold air of the room.
Bob’s entire world stopped spinning the second he saw your bare body laying against him. He could see your wet pussy glisten with arousal due to the dim light that entered your room through the small crack underneath the door. He had seen you naked a bunch of times already, but it still felt new to him to see a woman’s body be this needy for his touch. It still surprised him that he could be the cause of the wetness that dripped on your bedsheets. He was nothing more than a recovered addict with a shit ton of mental issues and yet… he could cause this. He could somehow make you trust and love him completely.
“Touch me, Bobby,” you begged.
Your boyfriend happily obliged, swiping his long middle finger in between your folds and spreading your wetness through your pleading pussy. “Bob,” you warned.
He let out a shaky laugh, “Sorry, I got you.”
He slowly eased his middle finger in you, feeling the way your walls clenched against it, begging for more. Both of you moaned at the sensation. “You’re so warm, honey,” he moaned.
“More, please.”
Bob used his thumb to press your clit and give it slow circles, feeling the way it pulsated under his finger. Making his blood flow straight to his hard member. You mewled at the feeling of his middle finger pumping in and out of you as his thumb worked on your clit. Your wetness covering his hand.
He took his time pumping into you in an easy rhythm, waiting for your begging body to be ready for him to add a second one. Remembering everything you taught him about pleasing your body. Bob’s free hand came up to grope your tits as he began to drop wet kisses on your neck, sucking on your skin, forgetting that you’d wake up in a few hours to a purple bruise sitting there.
“So good, Bobby,” you whimpered, closing your eyes and letting the pleasure he was causing you take all over your body. His strong hand groping your breasts and his other one working on your pussy making you feel drunk on him. The length of his finger pumping against your soft walls made your body melt against him.
Bob slowly entered his thick ring finger inside your wet heat, causing a moan of his name to escape you. He began to push it in and out, matching the rhythm he had created with his middle finger. Your body shook against him. He added more pressure to his thumb on your clit, circling it faster as he felt your breathing hitch and saw a blissful expression take over your face.
“Just like that, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me, you always do,” he praised.
Your body kept shaking and your breathing came out in short gasps. “Relax, honey. Breathe,” Bob reminded you, but it was useless. You could feel him all over your body. Only him. Not The Void. Not your suffering. Only Bob and the love he felt for you.
You could smell your arousal and hear the lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out your pussy, it all felt too much and too right. The fire you felt in your belly got bigger, causing your hips to buck against Bob’s fingers, wanting more. “I think I’m gonna—” you exhaled.
“I know. I got you,” Bob whispered in your ear. Bob put more pressure on your clit the moment he felt your walls clench and shake against his fingers. You closed your eyes and let the pleasure you were feeling wash all over you.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” you whined. A hot feeling taking all over you as Bob continued to ease his fingers in you, helping you ride your orgasm. Seconds later, you come all over his fingers, your wet and hot fluids soaking his hand and spilling over your sheets. It was all so hot, Bob couldn’t help but moan at the sight.
Your body shuddered and your legs shook as you kept your eyes closed and came down from your high. Trying to catch your breath and focus on the whispered praises you were getting from Bob that seemed light-years away.
“Are you with me?” Bob asked. You hummed and buried your head on his chest, making him chuckle. Bob slowly pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the overstimulation you were feeling. “I’m sorry, honey,” he apologized before raising his soaked fingers to his lips and groaning as he tasted your hot juices.
You could feel a wave of exhaustion lulling you to sleep. “It’s okay if you fall asleep, I’ll just run to the bathroom real quick for a towel to clean you up. I’ll be right back,” he spoke softly, remembering how you taught him about the importance of aftercare.
Just as he was about to leave for the bathroom you said, “Hey, Bob?” stopping him on his tracks.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I love you. I’m thankful that Valentina almost killing me brought us together,” you replied in your sleepy state.
“I love you, too. You have no idea,” and you really didn’t. Because he would never let the darkness consume you. He wasn’t going to let you drown in it, the same way you wouldn’t let him drown either.
Bob admired your naked body for a bit more before walking to the bathroom for a towel. He wondered if life had always been this beautiful.
Robert Reynolds x Reader || 6k+ Words || You had just completed a solo mission under the New Avengers, and you didn’t feel so hot afterwards, remaining in your room. Realizing that you had missed out on a group dinner, Bob wearily comes to check on you, not expecting to see you curled up in bed with a horrible ache stirring within you.
A/N: THE LONG AWAITED 1000+ FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!! Picked from the various followers and asked for any specific characters and prompts they would like to request, this one being about Bob helping out a worked up sex pollen infected reader :3 I would like to take a moment to truly thank all of you guys for 1k followers, it means the WORLD to me that people have been actively enjoying my content and I hope you all continue to enjoy!! I’m still working on the MANY other requests in the meantime, but now that my classes have started up, I’ll definitely be slower with posting, I hope you all understand. Regardless ENJOY THIS ONE!! (@madi-is-kinda-lame; the lucky winner!!) (I honestly couldn't wait until I hit 1k so I wanted to post early!! Please support this on AO3 as well!!)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, AFAB + bottom reader, aphrodisiac/sex pollen, implied yearning/mutual pining, soft dom Bob; “let me take care of you,” service sub Bob, brief fdom, sentry/void MENTION, heavy consent, body worship, hair pulling, nipple play, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, dry humping(?), plenty of praise, pet names (angel; hopefully thats in character??), Bob’s clueless (but not stupid), you’re both basically drunk on each other I dunno, multiple orgasms, brief cum play, cumstuffing/breeding/pregnancy kink(?; reader is on the pill), fluff, touchyyy. (Let me know if anything is missed!!)
Hot. Hot was the best way to describe the itching feeling coursing through your muscles.
It was about 10:30pm, you were in bed, one hand gripping your sheets while the other massaged your thigh in hopes of soothing the sensation. You had returned to HQ at 3:00pm. You filled out some paperwork regarding your mission before feeling ill, your skin heating up, and your muscles sore and aching. You were quick to let Yelena know, and she quickly allowed you to head back to your quarters to rest and complete the report tomorrow.
You had proceeded to stay in your room for the entire time you’ve gotten back, your thoughts swirling and thighs pressed together with a growing ache for another’s touch. You had no clue what was wrong, how the villain you were fighting had possibly numbed your mind to the point that your comprehension skills were reduced to a desperate grasp of touch.
Your head turned in discomfort, a flushed shade of red as you exhaled deeply into your pillow. The hand on your thigh trailed up your hip with slow, teasing movements that soon led to one of your nipples beneath your muscle shirt, pinching and rolling the bud between two fingers with a desperate whimper.
Your fingers continued to toy with the nipple before moving to the other, applying the same treatment as you muffled any small cries that left your pouting lips. Your other hand left the sheet below you and made its way to the apex of your thighs, two fingers adding just the right amount of pressure to your clothed clit that made you moan deliciously into your pillow.
Your eyes rolled back, small gasps and pleas muffled by the pillow as you rolled your hips into your own hand, just sensitive enough to cum from the collective friction right before your door opened.
Bob’s figure stood beneath the door frame in his loungewear, a comfortable mute-colored long sleeve with matching baggy pants, the only outfit he truly wears around the headquarters, just because of its comfort. “Hey, are you doing alright..?” He ran a hand through his short curls, his voice quiet as if he was disturbing you.
“You weren’t at the table for dinner. I wanted to make sure you are alright after your mission. Yelena had said it was rough—“
“L-Lock my door, Bob, please…” You muttered lowly, interrupting him with a shaky voice as you continued your motions on your nipple, but moving your hand away from between your thighs. You rolled your body over, the friction of the sheets beneath you making your skin break out in goosebumps while you barely peek from below your blanket.
“Was it something you wanted to talk more about? Or would you like me to leave? I really don’t mean to pry...” He questioned, his body faced away from your bed as he locked your door. You sat up in your bed, scooting your body towards the headboard and inviting him to sit in front of you, making the rough decision to stop stimulating your nipple, the pause making your body churn and your cunt ache.
Bob walks over, his hand fumbling with the other nervously as he sits down in front of you, mattress sinking below your weight and his. “Talk to me—Was the mission that bad?” His face showed genuine concern, a frown of understanding, considering what he went through himself before joining the New Avengers. “I can bring you leftovers if you want me to, I don’t want you to go hungry—“
“I… I don’t know what happened during that mission… but I feel hot—burning hot—like if my skin was lava, and it has only grown worse since I’ve returned…” Tears threaten the corners of your eyes as you explain the overwhelming sensation, unable to look Bob in the eyes, only looking down at your thighs while you were sitting on the heels of your feet.
“It’s like… It’s like I need to be touched, my body is on fire for t-touch, and my own isn’t fulfilling anything, it’s practically useless. It’s like I don’t have a mind of my own, my thoughts just circling back to the thought of hands on my body—“
You were choking up, biting your lip in an attempt to keep down your anguish right as you finally looked up at Bob, only seeing a man whose eyes roamed your aching body, as if it were something to worship, while your eyes envisioned him as if he were the only antidote to your agony.
“I can… uhm…” Bob began lowly, voice quivering as his shaky hand reached out to yours. Your hand twitched with hesitation, contemplating the many swirling thoughts in your head before grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him in, lips clashing against each other. A shocked whimper left Bob’s lips, yet the action wasn’t unwelcome.
He held your hand with one hand while the other came up to cup your cheek, skin burning and tingling under his palm. His fingers were twitching with anxiety. Bob muttered something between each kiss, slowly trailing up your neck and to your sweet lips, connecting in slow kisses at first, your mouth quickly acting on its own and turning the shared moment into desperation. Your mind was too fogged to piece anything together, but only a few quiet thank yous, as if Bob were thanking you for a grand meal.
Your hands quickly tangled into his hair, tugging him forward and nearly knocking your teeth against each other as your tongue slides into Bob’s mouth, making him whimper into your lips, brow furrowing, and eyes closing shut. One of his hands gripped your thigh gently to ground you, but he didn’t truly realize how sensitive your condition made you. Bob’s roaming hands and lips made you moan loudly into his mouth, further causing him to whine from the blissful melody of your cries.
You were palming at his chest like a feral animal, panting harshly against the shell of his ear while he kissed your neck down to your collarbone, the sweet sensation being fulfilled but at an agonizingly slow pace. His soft lips against your burning skin, the occasional bites and licks following along, making you squirm under Bob’s hold.
“I’ve needed you, Bob… for a long time—even before this mission… when we first met— ngh…” He interrupted your words when the hand on your thigh met the hem of your muscle shirt, dipping beneath to feel every soft curve of your waist, nearly making you moan.
“Me too… god, I just didn’t want to seem like a weirdo—you were so nice to me, I c-couldn’t possibly—“ You hushed Bob up with another sloppy kiss, pulling away with a drop of saliva trickling down the corner of his lip, “Please, Bob. I want this—you. I want you!” Your voice was desperate.
“You’ve treated me with proper care… You deserve to be treated like that.” Bob declares, his hand trembling beneath your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your pebbled nipples. Bob bit his lip with a hint of anxiety, a pleasing sensation immediately shooting to his groin, letting out a mixture of a groan and whimper.
“L-Let me know if I’m going too far.” He looks up at you with a genuine look in his eye before trailing his kisses down from your collarbone to your breasts. He took one in his mouth, lips latching and suckling while one of his hands held and massaged the other, thumb swiping over the nipple occasionally. Although his touch was simple, you were still moaning loudly, your body so sensitive to Bob’s touch as he gave such excellent attention to your breasts.
He would end up swapping every so often, allowing his teeth to gently graze your skin while his hand would pinch your nipple, rolling your hips into nothing as you felt yourself grow drenched by the minute. “It feels so good—really good, Bob, fuck!” You moaned, one hand tangling in the back of his hair while the other quickly slipped beneath into your shorts and panties. You were completely soaked.
Your index finger pressed deliciously against your aching clit, rolling over the bud in circular motions to match Bob’s tongue swirling over one of your nipples just before he latched off, leaving your chest wet with his saliva that the air left chilling.
“You—you sound so, so pretty…” he muttered, helping you lie down on your bed, resting your throbbing head on your pillows, and splaying your body out on the mattress. “I’ve been imagining you like this... It’s so much better than a dream.” He hissed as he scooted his body down yours, his clothed, growing erection rubbing against your thigh for only a brief moment.
You can see his precum beginning to leak through his pants, a small, dark patch fading into the material as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts. Bob looks up at you with genuine eyes, large and blown out like a puppy, with genuine love and care in his eyes. “Allow me? I… I want to make you feel good…” His face was red, never guessing he would be so desperate now, considering how nervous he would become just sitting beside you, now he’s here, sitting between your legs. He was so afraid of touching you as if you were to break.
You nod frantically, your hips already lifting as if to show your desperation. “Please… please, yes. You’re so beautiful, Bobby, please take ‘em off!” Your voice shook, watering eyes meeting Bob’s as he quickly tugged down your pants, his own hands quivering at the sight of your drenched panties. He had to admit, the nickname sent a rush of adrenaline through his body, blood rushing to the tip of his cock in an instant.
“So wet, shit—“ His voice lowered as he cursed, discarding your pants on the side of the bed before cautiously pressing a thumb to where your clit was, feeling the bud twitch through the soaked material. You moan loudly, turning your head into your pillow in attempts to cover your moan, yet your eyes remained on Bob, his reddened face showing curiosity and pure love for your body.
He quickly shifted his body lower on the bed, resting on his belly and elbows, “god—uhm—wow… I can’t believe how wet you are…”
God, he was so nervous. Bob was showing it in his actions, the way his hands shook when growing closer to your body, his beady eyes flinching and looking around as if he had done something wrong, his teeth digging into his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. The whole image of him on his belly for you truly made you wonder how bad he must’ve wanted this, how long he’s been waiting.
As your thoughts spiraled between just simply bulling Bob back up and riding him until sunrise and his sweet, gentle complexion, Bob carefully pulled your panties down your legs as if he were afraid of tearing them clean off. The action quickly hushed your mind, watching as Bob rests his cheek against your thigh while just staring, simply staring at how wet you were, skin glistening in your dim room light.
His eyes were only on your body, and it made you squirm.
“Bob, please, the staring…” You pouted, “P-Please do something, please…” You were quiet due to your embarrassment, but still visibly desperate for him.
“…Oh! Sorry—I’m sorry…” Bob stuttered, shaking his head back into reality. He gulped, trying to bury his obvious anxiety as his lips grew closer to your folds. You swore you could’ve seen him drooling from one of the corners of his mouth, but any thoughts you had flew out the window when Bob finally began to lap at your folds, his tongue flattening and gliding up your folds, the tip meeting your clit with each swipe, which was enough to make you cum.
Bob allowed his hands to rest on your thighs, holding you down whenever you tried to shift from his motions, his eyes closed as he savored your taste, greatly enhanced from your condition.
“Is—is this okay..?” He asked, peeling his lips from yours, mouth already soaked from your wetness. Bob’s eyes were dark, yet they seemed so soft in the way he looked up at you. You nod quickly, already missing the feeling of his tongue on your aching sex. “Yes! God, please just keep going, I’ll tell you if— oh!” Bob quickly cut you off with kisses to your clit, suckling harshly to satisfy your rabid craving, yet gentle enough to let you know you could stop him at any time.
He broke away from your folds briefly once more. “L-Let me know if it’s too much… if anything is t’ much…”
With that, his head lowered again to feast on your sweetness, one of his hands reaching up to toy with your nipple, the other sliding his middle finger into your needing cunt. Your walls instantly tighten around the digit, eyes rolling back with a breathless moan, tearing from your throat as Bob’s finger rubbed perfectly against that sweet spot inside of you.
With each thrust of his finger, you’d let out a squeak, sounds that would make Bob grind slowly against the mattress while continuing to satisfy you. Your toes curled behind his back, heels digging into the small of it while one of your hands dipped to your other breast, sloppily matching the rhythm of Bob’s hand on the opposite, your other hand tangling in Bob’s hair with a light grip.
Bob ran his finger against your upper wall, gliding back and forth over the soft and squishy ridges of the flesh. Countless noises gushed out from your mouth and cunt, and Bob was relishing in all of them. The wetness drooling from your entrance and around his mouth and finger, the moans and whimpers filling the room were like a beautiful melody to him, which was more than enough to satisfy him. Your voice gradually grew in pitch once he added a second finger, quickly feeling your orgasm draw near.
Bob allows his tongue to flick against your clit, quick, rapid motions as his two fingers plunged into the same spot recklessly, finger pads rough against the spot that made you see stars. Your hips bucked under his touch, tears of overstimulation blurring your vision as you felt your walls pulse around his digits. “Close... C-Close, make me cum, Bobby—god…!” You mustered up, voice and body shaking in raw pleasure.
That nickname again, the one that makes Bob’s eyes roll back and hips rock into the bed with a slight stutter, something only your desperate, shaky voice can cause him to feel. He shudders, the vibrations from his voice transferring to your sensitive nerves as he sucked on your bud, all while he presses his hips deeply into the mattress, the friction of the fabric against his clothed, aching cock, and your voice nearly making him cum.
Bob never tears his eyes off your face, watching your brows furrow and raise with each flick of his tongue, emotions mixing in the way your eyes would widen and close tightly. It was all so much, he wanted all of it—all of you. Without thinking, he used the strength of his hand on your thigh to pull you in, his nose now flushed against your pubic hair as he forces another breath-taking orgasm out of your system.
His fingers push against you deliciously, and with the addition of his mouth, you quickly unravel on his lips, your wetness seeping over his fingers. Although you couldn’t hear him through your own constant cries, Bob moaned into your cunt, the sweetest compliments as you drenched his fingers. “S’ pretty, s-so, so pretty…” He removed his fingers from your walls, fighting back the urge to lick them clean, but he quickly recalibrated his thoughts, directing his lips back to your entrance to lap up your sopping mess.
Your body shuddered as Bob tasted you, moving both hands to his hair to help ground you back to reality while your thighs quivered around his head. “That w-was perfect, Bob… My god…” You huffed, mild aftershocks of overstimulation causing your hips to buck with each swipe of Bob’s tongue against your folds. “S-So good, but I… I need more, please—“
“T-Tell me what to do…” Bob’s voice muffled between pants and gasps for air, drunk on your slickness as he dips his tongue into your entrance many times while he continues to drink you up, your fingertips curling more passionately into his hair.
“F-Fuck me… hah—fuck me, Bobby, I want… I need you to fuck me, p-please…” A choked groan followed from Bob.
“I… Please keep calling me that… I love it.” His large, doe eyes look up at your blown ones, eyelids twitching from pure pleasure.
A mixture of “Bob” and “Bobby” fell from your lips as his tongue relentlessly lapped up your juices, the coil within you quickly tightening, threatening to burst yet again. Your thighs squished around his face, your eyes closing even as you tried to watch his pretty face scrunch beneath you.
Bob truly was beautiful like this, hair disheveled thanks to your hands, face red while he collected your arousal on his tongue, just the look of his eyes on yours pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly, raising a balled fist to bite down on as you came on his fleshy muscle again, your other hand tightening in Bob’s locks once his nose pressed against your clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
Bob lapped at your dripping folds, slow and deliberate as to not further overstimulate you while you held his head, hands gripping his scalp for dear life, making him wince briefly. As you slowly came down from your high, it was obvious that two orgasms didn’t cut the horrible feeling of your blood boiling beneath your skin, now looking at Bob with glossy eyes, tears threatening to burst. You felt an immense wave of guilt wash over your body, having the urge to get it off your chest.
“…I feel terrible, Bob, this isn’t fair to you… I just put this on you so unfairly, you don’t have to—“
“No I want this—you—I… I want you.
Bob interrupted, taking your hand in his, both trembling nervously. “I’ve never been so serious about something, I… I just didn’t expect it to happen like this… I’ll leave you be if you’d like, of course—“
“No.” Your other hand hastily came up to hold his, thumb tracing circles over his skin. “I just wanted to make sure if you were okay with… everything.” The last few words came out as an awkward laugh, Bob quickly nodding along so you didn’t feel as strongly. “More than okay. If I can help you while pleasing you, I would be more than happy to.”
In the moment, you press a warm palm to his cheek, cupping it and pulling it to your face to kiss the opposite side, the two of you sharing a warm smile. “Thank you.” A genuine moment of sweetness between the two of you, Bob giggling softly in your hold. You held him like that for a minute, his eyes closed shut in your embrace while relishing the feeling of your burning skin against him, until he pulled away in realization.
“I—I should get to helping you out more then… huh?” He spoke, just a bit more timidly, considering how warm of a moment he interrupted.
You nod, the hand on his cheek going down to tug the hem of his sweatshirt, pleading eyes locked on his. “…If you don’t mind.”
“Y-Yeah.” He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous gulp before he places his hand on yours, slowly working to lift his long sleeve off his body. He moved your hand along, starting from his neck, trailing his collar bone, then holding just between his pecs, a sense of grounding as his heartbeat slowly rises. “Keep it here, please.” You nod, your skin still burning against his.
Bob lifts his hips, one hand tugging down his sweatpants and boxers while the other holds yours on his chest. His cock slid from confinement, a gentle slap to his stomach with a small smear of pre-cum wiping off just above his belly button, the sight making you nearly drool.
He pushed the rest of the clothes off your bed, his back now against the headboard with your hungry eyes roaming over his body, how the dim light illuminated his abs and the smudge of his excitement, eyes just a bit glossy, hands trembling, it was like a grand meal to savor.
“I must look really good if you’re staring at me like that…” he chuckles nervously when your hand begins to rake down his chest, fingernails gently scratching his pale skin. “I need you, Bob.” You chuckle softly, the effects of your mission still clearly lingering while you pepper kisses on his neck, following lower and lower, down his torso and to his aching cock, pressing your lips against his throbbing head and collecting his arousal on your tongue.
A strangled groan leaves his lips, balling the sheets in his hands, not sure where to leave them once you begin to suck on his shaft, slowly lowering your head to accommodate his length. Your lips stretched around his thickness, a free hand pumping the rest you couldn’t fit, while your saliva slowly trickled down his cock.
You sucked harshly, desperate for more, but with proper care and a purpose to relish in him entirely. Bob rested his hands on your shoulders, contemplating between massaging your muscles or pushing you away, but you continued to interfere with his thoughts once you began to lower yourself as far down as possible, teary eyes on his, while pumping his cock faster. With a ruined whine, he gently pushes your head up and off his cock, his shaft throbbing, already missing your mouth.
“D-Don’t wanna cum already… you’re so good…” Bob gasped huskily, easing the pressure on your head as you adjusted your position, leaning back on your elbows in front of him. He took in the sight of your glossy lips, swollen from the stretch of his cock, neck, and collarbone, littered with the smallest hickies he created. God, you were just a sight for sore eyes.
“Pretty…” Bob muttered dreamily, the two of you now sitting up in your bed. Your cunt was drooling for Bob, and Bob was leaking for you. You both couldn’t wait any longer, almost leaning in and bumping foreheads out of raw desperation, causing a soft moment between you both, small, shy chuckles leaving your lips before they met again, slow and sensual as Bob guided you into his lap.
He takes his hand and grips the base of his cock, swiping the flushed tip along your slit, collecting your slick and spreading it all over your folds, kissing against your clit with the sloppiest sound that echoes throughout the room. You looked down the whole time, taking in the sight and the lewd noises that spilled from your combined sexes. Bob notices your observance, taking his other hand to gently tilt your head up to his.
“Just—Just let me know, okay? If it’s bad, if—ngh…” Bob’s babbling was quickly interrupted by you sinking down on his cock, his thickness slowly getting swallowed inch by inch by your hungry cunt. You both let out a stray sigh once he’s fully sheathed, his head practically kissing your cervix deliciously, making you squirm.
“Stunning, you look stunning…” he whispered, the smallest gasps of air leaving his body. You silenced him briefly, pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips as you began to move your hips up and down, allowing your body to slowly accustom to his thickness. Bob only let his hands rest on where hips, letting you guide yourself, although they would occasionally give your ass a gentle squeeze, moving one to brush a thumb against your clit while you bucked into the touch.
You moved faster, lifting and lowering your hips at an inconsistent rate, jittery and rabid, while the mixture of your moans filled your room. With a small movement, Bob holds your hips down, your thighs flush against his skin before dipping you down into the mattress, his body over yours, his hair barely touching your face as he looks down at your fucked out expression. You wanted more, yet your body ached far too much for any further movement.
He searched your eyes for another quick confirmation, a desperate nod and whine from you had him moving within seconds, average thrusts that pushed his cock what felt even deeper inside of you. This position allowed him to fully bottom out inside of you with each thrust, really making Bob’s noises grow louder. “O-Oh god—fuckkk…” He cries in a mixture of a groan and whimper, hair looming over your shoulder as he buries his head into your neck, pressing kisses all over while you claw at his back.
Bob’s face was completely red, ragged breaths escaping through gritted teeth, skin burning against each other as his hips soon began to stutter, quickly moving his hand down to circle your clit, causing your legs to buckle beneath him.
“You’re beautiful… so, so beautiful…” He hummed into your ear, pressing small, sweet kisses to your earlobe, continuing to whisper gentle praise as he kept himself to the hilt inside of you, cock throbbing as your walls clenched him as if he were going to leave you.
“Cumming, c-cumming, Bobby…” you whimper into his ear, teeth grazing the skin, mind completely in shambles and unable to form a proper thought as your walls tightened around his thickness, that coil within you churning, daring to implode out of pure love.
The way Bob glanced down at you, his hair falling and tickling the skin of your reddened face, a hand on your hip, the other between your thighs drawing lazy circles over your clit had you breathless. His eyes had a mixture of pure love and desperation, your breath hitching when you noticed the smallest flicker behind them.
Then another, small and frequent, as Bob continued to thrust deeply into you.
The smallest gasp fell from your lips, watching his eyes lighten and darken, practically firecrackers popping behind his pupils. “F-Fuck, Bob..! Same time—at the sa-same time! M’ on the pill!!” You moan out, hands raking over his back further, just enough to leave small streaks in his skin, yet gentle enough not to cause bleeding, the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm looming over your entire body.
Bob’s eyes twitched, wincing from the way you cry out his name made him throb painfully inside of you, the beautiful feeling of your nails against his skin, your cunt squeezing him deliciously, it all became too much to bear as he finally groaned into your neck. A noise of desperation, want, and need, even desire, while Bob sprinkles kisses over your neck and shoulder, feeling his cock pulse with each rope of his cum that shot into your wet heat.
Even with his mind melting orgasm, Bob continued to thrust inside of you, eyes rolling behind his closed eyelids, head still buried into your neck as countless whimpers and groans get drowned out over your skin. He continued to pump you full, each thrust growing slower than the last.
Bob paused his thrusts once his orgasm ended, shuddering over how you took his full load without a drop wasted. Your walls hugged his cock so tight, coating his flesh with a mixture of your releases. Your mind was scattered, thoughts spiraling over your third orgasm of the night. It was already late, the others had (hopefully) gone to bed, and it was far past your own usual bedtime. Yet here you were, body sprawled out on your bed with Bob fully sheathed within your warm cunt, still aching from your heightened senses.
Your body and mind craved for more; more of Bob and his cock, more of his cum, touch, anything he’d be willing to give you. Your eyes were glossy, your body sensitive to Bob’s hands on your waist as he remained settled inside of you. He knew you wanted more, the look you gave him making his cock throb inside of you, growing hard once again just from the sound of your quivering breaths.
“Again...?” Bob asked, eyes half lidded as his thumbs rubbed circles into your skin. “I’m going to guess that you need more than just a few orgasms… I—I want to help you…” That damn feverous look he had, nervous, yet fully confident in being able to satisfy you, rid you of your condition. The “please” that left your lips was the one last thing he needed to fully rile him up once more, slipping his cock out from your entrance, rolling and guiding your bodies into a new position.
His back was to the mattress, and you were now hovering over his cock like moments ago, some of your mixed arousal dripping out of your sensitive sex and onto his shaft. Bob found the sight so breathtaking, biting his lip with a whimper over the feeling of the warm substance trickling down his twitching length. He gripped the base of his cock, gently gliding it between your folds, his cum-covered tip bumping against your clit with each agonizing swipe.
“Would you rather me move, or would you rather me… O-Oh shit, angel..!” Bob moaned, bringing up a palm to his mouth as you began to sink your body onto his cock, the thickness allowing itself in with the help of your mixed pleasure.
Bob continued to mutter “angel” under his breath as you sank inch by inch, inspired by how you would call his name out so sweetly. “L-Let it out—all of it. Y-You can—gah… You can use me… cum as many times as you need—“ You quickly cut him off with a sloppy, desperate kiss, shutting up his babbling thoughts as you began to lift and lower your hips in an intoxicating rhythm.
Bob’s other hand quickly jumped to your hip, fingers digging into your skin for a sense of grounding while you moved furiously, drunk off the intoxicating feeling of his thick cock stretching you in a way you could’ve never thought of.
You move one hand to rest on his, the other running over his lean torso, fingerless running over the sweet curves of his muscles with ease, the heat of your fingers further fueling the beautiful noises Bob was creating.
Every few moments, you’d pause to grind down, his cock still fully engulfed while your clit brushed against his pubic bone in a way that made you moan, chewing your lip to simply attempt to muffle how loud you were being, although Bob wasn’t doing any hotter. His hair was disheveled, sticking to his forehead due to the accumulation of sweat, his hands shaking as he bit down on one finger, his grip still tight on your hip.
You wanted more. Needed more, body aching from raw pleasure, pleasure you desired far more of.
Quickly leaning down, you pry Bob’s hand away from his mouth, pressing a famished kiss to his swollen lips, you both swallowing each other’s noises of desire once you begin to pick up your pace, walls hugging his cock tighter and your breasts pressed against his skin. “B-Bob, Bobby…” you whimper into the kiss, tongues dancing an indescribable desire for more. “Inside again—please, god...”
Bob’s hand shifted down from your hip to your ass, a mixture of caressing and gripping your heated skin in order to guide you faster on his cock, his eyes wincing as he tried to keep them locked on yours. Trying to keep them locked on you with the prettiest moans escaping his kiss-swollen lips, another flicker appeared in his eyes.
That gorgeous golden color, just that hint of Sentry shining through, reminding you what pleasure you’re possibly giving him and Void, the idea being the last thing you needed to properly get that coil within your heat to snap violently.
Breathless moans filled Bob’s ears as you came undone, fingernails raking over his skin, the movement of your hips weakening and stuttering from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm tearing through your senses. Noticing your slowed movement, Bob moves his other hand down to your hip, both hands now guiding you on his cock, your body practically putty in his hands as he moves you on his throbbing shaft, making you feel that delicious head sheath in and out.
Bob couldn’t help but cry, small tears from pure pleasure beading and blurring his vision as he kissed your cheek with wispy ghosts of his lips. “Jesus— Oh, Honey…!” Countless tooth-aching names spilled from Bob as he felt his orgasm wash over his own body, the scratch of your nails and the sounds of your blissful moans spurring him on.
Even after your fourth orgasm, you had a buildup of a fifth, then sixth… the number growing along with your overstimulation, doing anything to milk yourself of this drunk-like feeling. Grinding down against Bob’s muscular thigh, having him lazily play with your tits, hell, even kissing you so passionately you felt your thighs continue to grow drenched from your cunt.
After a final orgasm after who knows how long, it was already 3… 4am? Your vision is hazy from the countless stars you’ve witnessed behind your eyelids while trying to read your digital clock by your bedside.
You couldn’t care less for what the time was, not with Bob’s arms around you, gently caressing your skin, giving you the sweetest massaging on your shoulders while your chest was on his.
“I never would’ve guessed you would last for so many rounds… Are you sure you’re alright?” Genuine concern laced your voice, your hand soothing Bob’s cheek as his breath steadied, his chest beginning to rise and lower at a normal rate compared to earlier. He nods exhaustedly, his voice a bit worn. “It was all worth it, j-just to pleasure you, to see you melt.”
“But you enjoyed it, right?” You asked, hands slightly jittery while cupping his cheeks, thumbs tracing circles over his skin. “It’s not nearly as pleasuring if I’m not sure—“
“More than anything. It was more than I could’ve possibly imagined.”
“Imagined?” You giggled softly. “You imagining me?”
“Oh—uhm…” Bob muttered, catching himself on his filthy confession, the flicker in his eyes returning briefly as they jotted away from yours while your beautiful snicker filled his ears like a melody.
“…Your eyes, Bobby. They were glowing, flashing.” You spoke before he could explain himself.
“Oh, god…” he groaned gently, hands racing to cover his eyes, lip pouting in embarrassment while he chewed on his cheek. “Sentry…” He whispered, “They were all present…obviously, our minds are shared, they all had the same intention to make you… y’know.”
“Cum?” You spoke after, gently peeling one hand away from his face.
“Y-Yeah.” Bob nods, “Sentry, Void… They can both be very passionate about you, not n-nearly as much as me of course.”
“Well, at least I’ve grabbed all of your attention then.” You smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to his lips, sweet and gentle, eyes closed before opening once again. “Thank you, Bobby. I love you.”
With a gentle nod, Bob's arms fully wrapped around your body, gently caressing your as you began to drift off to sleep. Your eyes fell first, lashes slowly fanning against your skin until you began to hum softly and steadily, and Bob couldn’t help but look down and smile, now knowing something he’d wanted, needed for so long was finally in his arms.
He couldn’t help but smile, lowering his head to press a kiss against your hairline and resting his chin on your hair, his eyes now closing just as yours did.
Okay last one I swear "You want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape." with… do I even need to say his name?? RAT BOI QIMIR
DARKNESS WITHIN
a/n: the way i was determined to write this. my laptop committed itself to death and i hand wrote this until i got a new battery. but anything to appease the current brain rot that has overtaken me. i love that we have a feral sith again. rip maul and revan you would have been obsessed with our boi.
summary: balance - the power of light and dark and everything that lingered between. a truth you held onto tightly for fear of losing yourself. but when false hope begins to fade and power tastes sweeter on your tongue than truth, you're left with what remains.
word count: 3.5k+
pairing: qimir x f!reader; the stranger x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, angst, lightsaber battle written messily, corruption, corruption kink, cumplay, choking, dubcon (possibly but just in case), the arc of a fallen jedi.
Petrichor lingered in the air as you stepped off metal and down into the soft soil below. The holomap still glowed inside your small ship. Illuminating the darkened space with a familiar blue you’d caught yourself staring at while the cold temperatures from hyperspace sunk into your skin. The name listed beneath caused your heart to leap into your mouth—the bitterness of him stuck to your tongue.
Eriadu.
An unknown jungle planet along the outer rim. The last place you expected to visit.
The cover of darkness and clouds blocked even the moon’s soft gleam. Your hand twitched, fingers stretching inadvertently to your lightsaber attached to your hip. From where you could see, the soft silver practically held its own light. As if to tell you this was not a path you walked alone—you would not carry the heaviness of your heart in solitude.
If you focused long enough, you could practically feel the leather grip along your fingertips. The urge to flick the switch and bring forth the comforting teal you’d come to rely on, nearly overtook you. But darkness was your ally on a hunt this straining.
For weeks you’d traveled between planets, digging for any information. A piece of a map that would eventually lead you here.
Though the one you sought out remained unknown, similar to the far reaches of the galaxy, you somehow managed to pick up a trace of him. Of the Force signature that nearly burned its way through your own. Where you expected a shimmer of light, a void of nothing welcomed you. Begged you for a sliver of company: in the hopes that you wouldn’t be able to resist.
The feeling sunk down into your nerves, echoing in your chest even now. A song you wouldn’t soon forget—yet craved to hear more of.
Darkness remained a Jedi’s sole enemy. Even while the tantalizing remnants of something so forbidden threatened to unravel you. The threads you kept a tight hold of were now frayed. And the more time passed, the more you felt his pull. The way his fingers had gripped you tight—leaving invisible marks you’d trace later in your mind. Shards of that cataclysmic emotion which tumbled through you like a tidal wave.
Jedi weren’t meant for this. For silent hopes kept in secret—the yearning for more clawing at your insides. Attachment held many names and you’d seen its power. Yet this…was raw uninhibited need. A hunger for his flesh, his mouth, his taste, for words that spilled so carelessly. But held enough freedom for you to grasp.
You weren’t stupid. You could see the breadth of his power that lingered under the surface. The signature of something foreign, something ancient.
That alone should have sent fear curling around your spine, stiffening your movements. You were taught as a padawan that Jedi fear nothing. They were the symbol of peace; a beacon of hope for the galaxy to look towards.
No matter how much you tried to fight it, that didn’t rid you of the way your body practically flinched at each sound. Your throat, tight and unforgiving the longer you trekked into the forest.
You knew the terror housed in your body didn’t stem from the thought of facing him. The realization bled through your heart the longer you were out there—you were going against the code you promised to uphold the day you were knighted. A vow that would one day cost you your life. But thus was the price to pay for knowledge, for training, for a purpose. Betrayal from another Jedi was a blow to everything your faith centered around. And what you thought was merely a faint blistering second of desire, fanned the flames of something worse.
A searing ache that refused to be ignored.
Your boots sunk into the ground with every step. Clear footprints now marked into the soil for anyone to follow. Forgoing your robes on the ship, you did what you could to look like a passerby. Someone here for peace and a stolen moment of tranquility. Hopefully they wouldn’t spot the heavy breaths you took, or the way your body was wracked with a type of suffering you weren’t used to: guilt.
Trees engulfed your line of vision, blocking what you hoped was a path. Instead you were left with a vacant hole in the Force.
What once was loud—the embodiment of chaos—suddenly fell silent.
As if it never existed at all.
“You’re still here,” you murmured, eyes falling shut. The pulse of your own heart filled your senses. A reverberation that grounded you to the planet below. “I can feel you.”
Sucking in a lungful of air, you allowed everything else to melt away. The trees, the earth, the glow of the moon. Until you were left with the steady thump, thump, thump, that rang in your chest. The inky black mess of darkness shrouded your vision; hindering what you could reach. Forgoing a river blocking your only way forward.
You did what you could to push through it. Past the barriers of good and evil; beyond life itself. Until you reached the middle, the balance of everything that lingered between.
Your own soft blue green signature wrapped around your body, acting as a shield to what lay beyond. Pressing further, you felt the icy cold bitterness of him. It spread down your spine, wrapping around bone and marrow. A threat layered as a promise.
The obsidian emptiness was tinged with a soft gleam of crimson. Blood. Spilled by the very hands you craved to hold you.
The vibration of power nearly rattled you from the inside out. The amount of his capabilities that once beckoned you forward, now creeped closer. Mirth and malevolence seeped into the air, invading your senses. Until the pungent taste of copper spread across your tongue. Burning you within moments.
The hair stood up on the back of your neck, chills overtaking you with a wolfish eagerness. And you gasped. Calling your saber swiftly to your palm, you spun—the teal igniting like a flame, illuminating the area. Your eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, but in the darkness—melted into the shadows—you caught a glimpse of him. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you swung it forward, until the all too familiar sinister hum of a second lightsaber filled the area.
Red clashed with teal—sparks flying into the air—and you were met with the eyes of your mark.
The man who split you open down the center.
He stole the lid from Pandora’s box and watched in glee as every emotion you kept locked away, spilled free.
“What took you so long?” His lips curved into a smirk. Satisfaction gleamed from his eyes—a red reflection cast itself along his brown irises.
“You knew I’d come.”
“I hoped.”
“Hope…” You scoffed, attempting to steady the beat of your heart. “A dangerous thing for someone like you.”
With the tilt of his head you felt the ground level beneath you. “One could say the same for your kind.”
Heat from your blades clashing bled into the air. Yet neither of you backed away. This was no longer a fight of enemies, but rather you claiming back what he so callously stole. The sanity you once prided yourself on. Death would be an honor if it were to occur in battle. A worthy end to a Jedi as prideful as you, but the doubt he placed began to rise to the surface.
The answers to your myriad of questions—desires you sealed away—were gifted to you by him. As if he’d been waiting with baited breath for you to simply…ask him.
His smile deepened. “I can’t heal what’s been broken.”
You pressed your saber down, victory filling your chest at the sight of him sliding back. He’d been expecting a fight. Not your rage.
“Stay out of my head,” you spit.
“But it’s fun.” He huffed, standing to his full height, the strength of his body shoving you back. “Watching you grapple with the meaning of good and bad.”
“Shut up.” You swung at him again. Only for the attempt to be met with a slice of his blade. It nearly toppled you to the ground.
“It’s a lie. Everything the Jedi told you.” He advanced, his steps steady—measured. “There is no such thing as light or dark. It is just power.”
“You’re trying to get in my head. To tear me apart.” The clash of your blades pierced the air with a crack as you rushed at him.
“No,” he whispered, allowing his Force signature to brush against yours. You fell away, fear lacing your heart. “I was already in your head.” He swiped at you, the red crackle of his lightsaber singed your face as you ducked. “You let me in. You let me see every doubt, every fear, every desire. Willingly.”
“Shut up!” you cried, anger forcing its way forward. Hatred for everything you felt blinded you as you lashed at him with vehemence.
Loathing at the lust you gave into, the fear you let consume you. He worked his way into your heart and there was nothing you could do to combat it. You wanted to strip him from your body, tear away the flesh he touched. Yet the memory of how you begged, how you fell to your knees for him ripped through your head—punching the breath from your lungs.
Blow after blow, you watched as he fought you with ease. His slight shifts were enough to keep you off balance. Right where he wanted. Sweat prickled at your throat, pain spreading down your arms. He was purposefully wearing you down. Until your body gave way to exhaustion. Yet that’s not what fueled the rage you did your best to tamp down.
He was enjoying this. The way you struggled.
The final frail thread in your mind snapped and for the first time, you allowed your anger to bleed through. You let it fuel the adrenaline that filled your veins, pushing your body to keep fighting. With a hoarse shout, you shoved what Force you could his way and watched him slide back along the ground. Falling to one knee with a grunt.
Air burned your lungs as you gasped in time with the beat of your heart. Your arms shook with an unforgivable ache.
But you lifted your lightsaber. Teal casting a soft glow on your sweat slicked face—the echo of wrath glinting in your darkened eyes.
“You are the last person I’d let corrupt me.” You weren’t taught to despise someone this viciously. The Jedi spoke against it, but something hot burned in your chest. A promise that you would return to Coruscant with the handle of his lightsaber. His defeat would be your penance for the pain you caused.
“Why do you lie to yourself?”
“You’re wrong—”
He laughed, his foot slamming into your hip hard enough for you to hear a pop—pain rushing down your thigh. “I’m wrong? Tell me Jedi. What do you think they will do to you when you return corrupted? What will they do…when they find out how much you wanted me?”
Your scream pierced the air, burning your lungs. Ignoring the pain, you leapt to your feet, swung your blade in parries he quickly blocked, at a speed you’d never before witnessed. He fought against you with ease, but your refusal to back down is what threw him off. You wouldn’t let him win, refusing to back away from something like this. If he wanted to finish what started weeks ago, he’d have to impale you with his blade.
To your wonder, he seemed to avoid doing exactly that. Even as you fumbled, weariness settling deep in your bones.
With a twist of your wrist, his blade flew from his hand and landed mere feet away in the dirt. You half expected him to call it back, to end you where you stood, but he fell to his knees when your boot slammed into his leg. The teal of your saber now pressed close to his sweat glistened skin.
His head tilted up, eyes darker than you remembered, yet he never lost the mirthful smile that graced his lips.
“I didn’t want you,” you lied, in the hopes that he wouldn’t prod out the truth.
One final swing would silence him forever. You could release the Jedi from his threat, return home the same person you were before coming across him. And yet…you hesitated. Your eyes met his, the burn of tears welling up until you could barely see straight. His smile deepened, victory painted across his face, as you both came to the realization that would damn you right along with him. He could see it in your stance, feel how your Force signature begged to sink beside his, to feel the strength he once showed you—the tenderness that you knew existed beneath the surface.
Killing him ceased to be an option the second he opened your eyes to the truth.
“You do,” he said, his voice soft and raspy.
“No,” you whimpered, blinking back the tears.
He laughed, his hand calling his saber in the blink of an eye. Red flashed in the air, before your lightsaber was knocked out of your hands, now on the forest floor.
Instead of striking you down, he dragged you forward, your body forced to submit as his hand gripped your chin, angling you to face him. Your mind screamed at you to fight him, to resist the temptation, but his grip merely tightened. His eyes falling to your lips, to the way your jacket fell open at your chest, before finding your gaze again.
“You want me,” he whispered.
Where you expected to struggle against him—to flinch from his touch—you found that you craved more. You wanted him to bend you to his will, to show you the path to the dark side that remained like an echo in the back of your mind. A promise of more, wrapped in the threat of everything.
A gasp tore through your chest when he dropped his blade, his other arm hauling you against him as he walked forward. Your back scraped against a tree. Blood sprouting to the surface on the back of your neck. And if you had the ability to…you’d beg for more.
He grinned, seeing the flicker of uncertainty in the Force, the brightness of your familiar teal now a shade darker. His thumb pressed down, forcing your lips to part. To let him in.
Obedience was never difficult for you; having gone your entire life following orders left and right. But this…this knowledge that to follow his rule, to submit to his words, left you breathless. You were nearly angry at the person you let yourself become. Perhaps the Jedi were lying. You’d never know unless you asked, but to do so was to put a sentence on your head. To put questions in theirs. To push for more would reveal what you’d already done—what you couldn’t take back.
He watched the turmoil stream through you with interest. His eyes grasping what he could as you struggled with the truth he already gave you. Desire, want, hunger, it all stemmed from a place of power.
What mattered wasn’t that you needed it. You wanted it.
“I—” Your eyes fell to his lips, greed screaming through the Force as it all clicked into place.
With a snarl, he turned you, his hand wrapping around your throat as the other delved between your thighs, beneath layers of fabric you longed to get off. “I was inside of you.”
Breathing became secondary when his touch burned everything out of you, leaving a path of fire behind. Where he once caressed you with tenderness before, now turned rough. Shame should have ripped you from this intoxicating high, but the smile pressed to your ear when his fingers met your pool of slick, left you lost in the destitute darkness that consumed you.
“I tasted you,” he murmured, the rough pads of his fingers circling your clit—your mouth parting with a broken moan.
Dignity meant nothing to you when pleasure burned at the edges of your vision. Effectively blocking anything that might have come before.
“That is a truth you will never escape.”
Gripping his arm, you focused on the heavy breaths he exhaled, the shift of his body as he held you up where you couldn’t anymore. And beyond that, in the expanse of his darkness, you allowed light to pour through. To blanket him in what was once familiar, what remained buried in the depths of his mind. You gave him a piece of his past as he drowned you in your future.
“The Jedi will reject you,” he gasped, two fingers pressing into you, the memory of before sparking to life in your mind. “And when they do. You will find me again.”
“T-They’ll brand me a traitor—” If you were to return, you could never be a Jedi again. Never go back to the person you were before him.
Pleasure blinded you with every thrust of his fingers, the stillness of the forest now echoed with the mix of your breaths. You sunk into him, nails digging crescent moons into his skin, and he tightened his hold on your throat. He liked you this way. Pliant beneath his touch, eager and desperate for whatever he could possibly offer you. Being your prey was a mere fantasy, an act he allowed you to divulge in for as long as you needed.
Until the time was right.
His lips slid against yours, the kiss wet and heady. All the things you longed for, the past that you could not escape from. He kissed you without mercy. And you met him with an urgent acquiescence. The memory of his tongue against your clit pulsed in your mind, brighter than the day it happened as he stole the breath from your lungs. Saliva dripped down your chin, connecting you to him.
“Don’t you see?” he breathed, fingers curling forward—searching for something. The sharp inhale of satisfaction nearly tore you apart when your torso crumpled forward, a whimpered moan ripping from your throat. “You became a traitor the day you followed me into that temple.”
“I—”
The heel of his palm roughly pressed to your clit; your hips—acting on their own accord—sought his touch, grinding down with a pleaded out cry. You needed the bliss he once gave you. The sensation that haunted your every waking moment; that threatened to break you down and ruin all that you built for yourself. The feeling you were prepared to give up everything for.
“I can give this to you, all the time.”
“Please,” you sighed.
“Whatever you crave, will be yours.” He felt your walls tighten around his fingers, the hitch in your chest burned a hole through his. And like before when you cupped his face with reverence glowing in your eyes, he ignored it. Shoved it down into the pit with the remainder of his memories and feelings.
Your teeth dug into your lip nearly drawing blood when he sped up. The plunge of his fingers wet and loud in the air. To have you like this. Out in the open for anyone to discover, nearly drove him mad. He wanted to see your face, watch you shatter like before, witness the erosion of the Jedi spirit within you.
He wanted to bear witness to the corruption he caused.
“Say you’ll join me.”
Warning bells rang in the back of your mind, teal bleeding into your vision—the final hope of light that tried to pull you away from him. To remind you of why you were there.
Until darkness swallowed it whole, submerging it beneath the waves of a sea you’d never swim out of.
Grasping for the release you knew wasn’t far away, you bucked against his hand, mouth falling open as a cry pierced the air. With a grunt, he pushed his hips against your back, his teeth clamping down on your shoulder as you came with the taste of him on your lips. White flashed behind your eyes, hot and all consuming, your Force signature slamming into him with enough strength to send him stumbling. All with you still in his arms.
He collapsed to the ground, arm wrapped like a vice around your waist and fingers swirling around your pulsing clit.
“Yes,” you gasped, thigh quaking and face contorted in pleasure. “I will.”
Soft green began to morph behind your closed eyes. Dimming and bleeding to the edge of your senses, something brighter taking you over with a hunger you’d never experienced before. A raw ache that thumped in tune with your own heart. He turned your head, his lips finding yours, as your crimson signature called to his, bending and curving where his led.
He smiled, thumb running along the edge of your jaw. “Welcome my love.”
Your eyes fluttered open, lips pulling into a smile, as yellow slowly seeped into your iris. “Thank you.”
Summary: The reader notices someone following her around, but she wasn't sure why.
Note: This will be a multiple chapter story. I'm thinking no longer than 3 parts. It's still a WIP and I'm still kinda on hiatus. But this man has really brought me back. So I'm easing back into writing.
She noticed the man lingering around her peripheral as she navigated through the road of merchants. At first, she thought it was just a coincidence. This road could get busy and often visited by locals and travelers. But as she turned around the corner, she could feel the man’s gaze tracked after her, even if he made no moves to directly follow after her. She took a breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She didn’t want to alert the man. She needed just a better look at him before she slipped out of his grasp.
She walked into one of the shops with jewelry and wind chimes. Everything within the store was shiny and beautiful. The light reflected from the sun illuminated the shop with iridescent hues. She greeted the shop owner with a smile and looked around. The items dangling shelves and mirrors filled the wall. It was all so beautiful that she almost missed the man slipping into the store moments later.
He kept his distance, eyes averted from her or even any space around her. She continued to peruse, her fingers running down a string of crystals that the sun illuminated into this bright red and magenta color. Through the corner of her eye, she could see how committed to the act the man was. If she didn’t see him those other few times lingering in the background, she wouldn’t have caught on to the fact that he was stalking her.
Clearly, he wasn’t going to slip up, she stepped in front of a mirror, pretending to look through the selection of necklaces hanging underneath. She picked a random one up and lifted it up to her neck. Pretending to check if the necklace looked good on her, but truly angling herself to catch a closer look of his face.
She continued this game with a couple more necklaces, just so she could take in every detail of this man. He had dark hair and a braid tuck behind his ear, nicely groomed facial hair, and a sharp jaw. From first glance, his worn beige linen robe makes him seem harmless, but there’s something beneath it all that made her feel unsettled. Unsure of why she felt so unsteady, she tried her best to commit his face to memory. She was afraid that she might be giving into her paranoia. Regardless, it didn’t hurt to be cautious. Because the next time, she won’t be playing this cat and mouse game with him. She will confront him.
Once she felt confident she had his face etched into her mind, she set the necklaces down and quickly slipped out of the shop. As soon as she hit the road, she hurried around the corner and slipped through the crowd as quickly as she could. She grabbed a scarf from a nearby vendor, and tossed her some coins before swiftly tying it around her head.
Her swift and quick escape surprised the man. His eyes scanned his surroundings, darting from head to head. His lips pursed together firmly as he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and blocked all the noises and chattering from the lively crowd. His jaw clenched as he audibly sighed in frustration. His eyes opened in defeat when he couldn’t sense her presence anywhere nearby.
Once she got far enough, she ventured into the forest, where she had hidden her tiny and humble spaceship. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, diligently making sure she didn’t have anyone following her before she proceeded towards her ship. She had hidden the ship beneath piles of branches and leaves.
As she ventured further into her ship, she felt odd about the eventful day she had. Normally, she would go on her supplies run, stop to visit her favorite merchants and grab something to eat before she headed back to her ship. Something about today was off and it made her think about it even more.
After stepping out the refresher, she stopped by the control room to double check the monitors. There was something off that she couldn’t put her finger on. When she analyzed the screens for any heat signatures, there wasn’t any detected to explain her uneasiness. She chalked it up to having a bad day and headed right to bed.
Before she slipped under the thin covers, she stopped by the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Something to calm her nerves. She grabbed a pinch of flowers from a few jars, tossing them into a bowl to crush. She scooped the floral mixture and added it to her old and worn kettle of boiling water. A smile slowly spread on her lips as the sweet floral scent permeated the air.
Per routine, she grabbed her sketchbook and her ink pen before slipping into bed. She scribbles and sketches the man in her memory. Her pen glides along the parchment, the movement guided by the details within her memory. In between sketching, she would take sips of the tea. The more she drank, the calmer her body felt, almost as if she was lured to sleep. Once she had a good foundation of his face, she surrendered to drowsiness her eyes were starting to experience. Her sore eyes began to droop, her mind in a daze. So she set her sketchbook and pen aside and surrendered for the night.
A voice quite muffled echoed in the distance. It was hard to make out. Her surroundings were too dark to navigate.
“Hello? Who’s there?” She called out, her voice coming out shakier than she’d like.
Her heart pounded hard against her chest; her arms wrapped around her as she bravely took a step into a random direction. She called out again. This time, she was able to make out what the voice was saying. It was calling her name. The low voice had a slight gravely rasp, one that sent shivers down her spine. It was a voice of a man she didn’t recognize. The darkness threatened to swallow her up, all she could do was follow the voice.
“Show yourself!” She hissed, channeling her anger to distract herself from the fear.
“We are destined to meet.” He said.
Before she could respond, she felt a force pull her forward, accelerating into what felt like a misty fog. The darkness started to fade away, instead a blinding white light engulfed her surroundings. At first, it was all blurry. Once she heard the sound of waves crashing, her surroundings became more clear. She was on a beach, surrounded by rocks. She wanted to move, to survey her surroundings, but her body wouldn’t budge. Instead, her muscles were stiff and tense as she continued to fight her mind.
“Why do you hide away?” He asked, there was a tenderness in his question.
She heard the sounds of crunching from behind her. She could only assume that someone was walking towards her in the sand. The anticipation had her at bated breath, her heart racing uncontrollably.
“I can sense how much more you’re capable of. Why do you suppress it?” He asked, stepping closer until he was directly behind her, hiding away his face.
He leaned in close, so close that his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. Suddenly, all the fear seemed to wash away, like the ocean waves smoothing over the sand. Every muscle in her body relaxed, all the tension melted away.
“I don’t know what you mean…” She mumbled.
She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, yet his closeness strangely didn’t alarm her. Her racing mind slowed down, almost like she was lured into a daze.
“I think you know…” He quipped, his breath tickled against her ear.
His finger traced along the length of her arm from her shoulder. His gentle touch sent tingles down her spine. She could feel his fingers trace patterns along her arm.
“Who are you?” She asked.
There was a warmth that enveloped her, that made her yearn to melt against him.
“Someone who can teach you how to harness that power, someone who can help you conquer your fears.” He said with determination.
“Tell me your name. Tell me who you are.” She pleaded.
“You’ll find out soon.” He promised, before pressing a soft kiss against her temple.
The firm hold on her body seemed to evaporate. She no longer felt like she was paralyzed in fear. But as she regained control over her body, there was a bright red light that swallowed up her surroundings.
She sharply gasped while her body sprang up. Her eyes wildly scanned her surroundings as her chest heaved in panic. Once she realized she was still in her bed, she sighed in relief. It was a dream… an odd dream. She never had dreams like this before. Her fingers reached up to touch her temple, remembering how vivid her dream was. Her cheeks flushed with warmth, it was almost like she could feel that man’s lips against her head.
Embarrassed and confused, she slid back down onto her bed, searching her brain for any answer to the subject of her dream.
“I know when I first read the script and I got to the end I was so overcome with emotion because it had a finality to it. Which is just hard to imagine that Star Wars could ever have that. I think one of the most amazing things from the Star Wars universe and what George Lucas did from the very get-go is make it feel like there was so much story happening outside of the one you were watching. Every prop, every character felt like it had its own long history and we were just getting to see a glimpse.“ –– OSCAR ISAAC ON CONCLUDING THE SKYWALKER SAGA
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