#sithtember

[thesassypadawan]

Beloved Husband *part 2* (Unburnt Vader x WifeReader)

Summary:  All throughout your pregnancy your husband has been loving…caring…patient.  However that same patience has worn quiet thin during your last month.  And now wanting nothing more than to be with you…ruin you…breed you again.  He will take and do as he pleases, even if it’s far too soon after the birth of your son.  Even if it take’s all night long.  (A continuation to Beloved Master.)

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Size difference, hint of a breeding kink, premature postpartum smex, and Vader’s big dick. 

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @t03soup❤️🎉

- Delirious…  Gently he flips you onto your back.  Head lolls against the plush pillows, soft pants slip past your swollen lips.  “An-Ani, you have to s-stop…” 

- Mind hazy…  Faintly you’re aware of him nudging your legs apart.  Guiding your fingers into place to keep them spread open.  “Can’t k-keep going…”

- Thoughts growing cloudier with each passing moment…  Larger body slots between; pressing down, trapping yours beneath.  Feebly you writhe and wriggle, trying to free yourself.  “I'm not s-supposed to get…”

- With each blissfully painful orgasm…  Glassy eyes meet his golden ones, sinister smile creeps across his face.  “No one tells me what I can and cannot do…”  Chuckling darkly; monstrous length grinding, smearing pre on your folds and stomach.  “Even my own wife…”

- Weakly you sob out as he surges forward once more.  Gummy walls struggling, burning...aching from the intense stretch.  Nails digging, scratching at your thighs.  Familiar pricks stinging at your waterlines.  “I…n-no…I…”

- Swallowing up your pleas; his tongue tangles, utterly dominates yours.  Hips rocking slowly; bulbous tip somehow still hitting, bullying your poor cervix.  “Hmmph…”

- While his metallic digits toy at your sore, raw nipples.  Rolling, tugging them just hard enough to cause fat drops of milk to spring forth…trickle down, mingle with your mixed sweat.  “Please…p-please…”

- Fiery kisses trail, teeth nip at your neck and collarbone.  “Stop your crying, angel,” he growls into your marked skin.  Voice rumbling through you, coil beginning to tighten in your stomach again.  “Don’t want to hear it.”

- Pace increases; thrusts grow harsh, wild.  Curves bounce, jiggle; balls slap heavily, wetly against your bottom.  Sound echoing off the bed chamber’s walls, along with your pitiful babbles.  “But…I-I…”

- “Need this as bad as I do…”  Lips travel lower, hot mouth encompasses your leaking bud.  Suckling, savoring the stray drops of nectar.  Biting the tender flesh that surrounds them, eliciting small whimpers and gasps from you.

- “Have me destroy, ruin you…”  Organic fingers brush, swirl your overstimed clit.  Pinching, flicking; big thumb pressing, squeezing the little nub firmly.  Pleasure building, boarding on the line of agony.

- “Let me back inside that perfect womb of yours…”  Mechno hand slides up, wraps around your fragile throat.  Hold tight, keeping you in place while he slams…attempts to breach past the tight rim.

- “Filling you, making you heavy with another of my heirs…”  Driving deeply one last time, you feel the familiar pop and flood of warmth yet again.  Pussy involuntary clenches, gushes.  Tears flow freely in happiness or sadness, you aren't quite sure.  Because you’re so…

- Delirious…  Gently he pulls out, pries your fingers off.  Easing your trembling limbs down to the mattress, propping your hips up with a plush pillow.  Muttering sweet words of admirations and praises; about not wanting to see any of his seed go to waste, to be sure it takes.  “Good girl…” 

- Mind hazy…  Faintly you’re aware of coos, squeaks coming from nearby.  Catching a brief glimpse of his cock in the firelight.  Coated in your combined juices, tinted slightly in something crimson.  “Must be hungry…hopefully I didn’t drink up all his meal…”

- Thoughts growing sharper with each passing moment…  You lay there numb; content to not move, to let fatigue something else overtake you.  Until a small bundle is placed into your arms, tiny hand reaches for you.  And suddenly the life rushes back into you, the night’s events fade away.  “Looks like someone missed you…” 

- With each happy noise from your newborn…  Clear eyes meet his golden ones, wide smile creeps across his face.  “You’re so beautiful…helpless, hatari…”  Chuckling softly; big hand cradling, caressing your round stomach.  “Think I’ll keep you this way for years to come…”

-  With each chaste kiss placed on the crown of your head…  Forcing, burying the last shred of your old self.  You return your beloved husband’s smile, his kiss.  “I’d love nothing more…Lord Vader.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen, @anakinsbbgirl, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @vaderswifey, @jediavengers

[thesassypadawan]

Attachment (Qimir x FemKnightReader)

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.”

Tags: @icytrickster17

[thesassypadawan]

Balance (Burnt Darth Vader x FemRebelReader x Jedi Luke)

Summary: You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation.  Captured and held hostage by the infamous sith lord.  Forced to engage in certain acts over and over…in front of the one you care for the most.  No matter how humiliating…erotic it can be.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Maskless dark daddy, choking, marking up, p in v smex, misuse of the force, slight voyeurism, suggestion of a threesome, hint of anal…Vader’s big, scarred dick and Luke’s cute, big dick.

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

- Walls flutter weakly around the scarred length that slides in and out of your spent pussy…  Pathetic whimper falls from your lips as his teeth graze your neck; biting hard, marking you further… 

- “Are you going to tell him who made these?”  He mutters against your skin, gravelly voice sending a shiver through your exhausted body.  “Who has crippled you for days?”  Tongue dragging across your skin, saliva coating and covering.  “Or shall I?”

- Gloved fingers wrap around your arm and your eyes widen.  Watching helplessly at the way they inch ever closer to your comlink.  “No…please, no!  I beg you; please, do-”

- The button lights up, flashes….  Red, blue, green…

- In a desperate attempt to silence yourself, you sink your nails into your palm; the sting distracting, keeping you centered. However, in that same moment, his pace turns brutal.  Bouncing you on his cock; pounding away at, bruising that spot deep inside you.  Forcing a wild moan to fly out…  “V-vader!”

- Whole body tenses; ears strain to hear something, anything.  Only silence, static fill the air; until…  “Angel?!  Is that you?!  Are you alright?!”   

- Cruel sneer forms on his mangled face, golden orbs gleaming with malice.  Clearly enjoying the way you go ridged in his hold.  “She is doing fine, jedi.  Or rather…”  Hands squeeze your plush bottom firmly; phantom presence presses down, pinches your swollen clit.  Another high-pitched cry escapes you.  “…quite pleased.”

- Feeling the heat creep up the back of your neck, you unwillingly press into him.  Hoping to hide your embarrassment, your shame from the flickering image of Luke.  “What have you done to her?!  If you hurt her, I swear-”

- “Hurt? I have not done anything to your precious angel that she did not enjoy or want,” he chuckles darkly.  Fingers trail up to your throat; surrounding, gripping just hard enough to have you gasping.  Tears pricking at your waterlines.  “Is that not correct…hatari?”

- Writhing, you feebly try to fight off the invisible digits as they furiously circle your nub.  “N-no…no…”  Fight off yet another impending orgasm that threatens to take over, consume you. “Don’t lis-listen to him, I-”

- Your words are ended short by his grasp; tightening, air supply slowly being cut off.  Head growing hazy; thoughts blurring, your predicament seeming to fade away.  “You cannot deny it…”

- Hips buck savagely, your bottom slaps his thighs harshly.  The sound echoing off the stone walls, mixing with your pathetic mewls.  “Your mind betrays you, tells me your desires…”

- Eyes lock with his, a spark of pleasure runs down your spine.  You find yourself being drawn to, leaning closer; lips hovering over his pale ones.  “Let me in…” 

- Vaguely you’re aware of Luke calling out for you in the background, pleading for you…for him?  But the voice that brushes at the edge of your consciousness is louder, more enticing.  ‘I promise to make you experience things you have only dared to dream of…make all of your fantasies a reality.’

- Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen, of certain abilities.  “Y-yes…”  Perhaps it was that somewhere, deep inside your soul you knew his words rang true.  “Yes…y-yes…”

- Lips crash together, a groan rumbles in his chest.  Hand slides from your neck to your ass; smacking it, globe jiggling. “Surrender yourself to me…”  While pulling you impossibly closer; clit grinding into his belt, nipples scraping against his control box.  Pushing you dangerously close to the edge, to system shattering bliss.  “To…”

- Slamming hard one last time; cock twitching, gummy walls fluttering.  Spurts of his hot cum pumping, filling you once more.  To the brim, to the point of overflowing…poor cunt struggling to take it all.

- As you spasm, clench around him again.  Nails scratching, breaking off on his armor.  Tears flowing freely…the few remnants of your sanity dissolved by the sound of your euphoric squeals, obliterated with the frantic jerks of your hips.

- Crackling static, silence; until…

- Second fat tip presses at, wedges itself between your cheeks; smears cum across, prepares your puckered hole…  Another pair of hands come to rest on, grip your soft handles…  Two sets of lips ghost, nip the shell of your ear; kiss down the unmarred side of your neck…  One muttering…  “To us, angel.  Surrender yourself to us.”

- With a low growl both Vader and Luke sink their teeth into your sensitive flesh…thrust into you.  Marking you, making you their own.  Somehow, in their strange way, balancing you with their light and darkness.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen, @anakinsbbgirl, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @vaderswifey, @jediavengers

[thesassypadawan]

Scum (Burnt Darth Vader x FemRebelReader)

Summary: Scum, the name he has so kindly given you upon capture.  The name he calls you every night as he does to you as he pleases.  Perhaps hoping to break you for information, perhaps for his own sick pleasure…maybe even your own.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut.  Choking, up against the wall, misuse of the force…and Vader’s big, scarred dick. 

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @anakinsbbgirl❤️🎉

- Twisting against the invisible force that binds your hands, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.  Hint of metallic spreading across your tastebuds, swallowed down along with your moans. Refusing to give him the satisfaction even as he thrusts up into you.  As your sore cunt flutters desperately around his scarred length, unwillingly taking another load.

- “Have you come to a decision yet?”  His words were cold, even; rattling out through his modular.  Amber lenses staring emotionlessly into your eyes; almost searching for something, somehow.  While he continues to  buck; pushing his cum deeper, further.  “No…it would seem that you are still foolish enough to resist.”

- Abruptly he pulls out, the grip around your wrists loosens.  “Pathetic.”  And you drop to the floor, wincing from the pain that radiates through your knees…the feeling of his seed trickling out from between your spread legs.  “Truly such a pathetic thing.”

- Anger bubbles up inside of you, hand curls in a fist.  Pounding it against the stone, you unsteadily rise to your feet.  “Shut…your mec-mechanical mouth!”  Legs wobbling, breaths coming out in small huffs.  You try to hold your own, show what little strength remains; even with your shoulder pressed to the wall for support.  “I’m not the one hi-hiding behind a mask…you mon-monster!”

- The air seems to come alive, crackle.  Tension and raw anger filling the chamber, accompanied by the sound of his dark laughter.  “Is that what you think of me, rebel scum?  That I am nothing more than some sick creature.”

- Opening your mouth to speak again; instead your words are silenced, replaced with a gasp.  “Very well then.”  When pressure closes in around your neck; forcing you back, pinning you against the wall.  Jagged rocks piercing, cutting into your exposed skin.  “If that is the case…”

- Invisible hold grows tighter, and you rise up off the floor once more.  Feet scrambling for purchase, nails scratching at nothing in a futile attempt for release.  Vision growing blotchy, lids heavy; head beginning to spin.  “…then I shall show you what a real monster I am.”

- Faintly you’re aware of soft hisses, gears whirling.  Something clattering loudly to the ground; followed by a foreign, gruff voice ordering.  “Look.  Look upon the face of your monster.”

- Gaze refocuses, irises widen slightly.  A sense of fear, mixed with arousal washes over you.  “You’re…”  Before you was the most mangled, most twisted, most…handsome man you’ve ever seen.  “You’re…”

- A gentle prodding at the corner of your mind, pressure on your neck eases.  “Not what you anticipated.”  Feet touch the floor once more, as you stare deeply into those golden orbs.  “Interesting… very interesting.”

- Gloved fingers traces your jawline, thumb tugs at your lip.  Texture sending a pleasant shiver down your spine, causing your gummy walls to flutter.  “Perhaps you can be swayed…”

- Gripping your thigh, he hooks your leg onto his hip; forcing you to teeter on the tip of your toes.  Rigged head pressing, prodding at your swollen folds; phantom presence brushing, circling your overstimulated clit.  Whimper flying from your throat.  “Perhaps there’s hope for you yet…”

- Surging forward, sheathing himself into your spent pussy.  You wriggle and writhe; shudder from the deliciously painful, searing stretch.  A stretch that you find yourself coming to love?  “No…you’re never going to succeed!”

- Pace speeds up on your sensitive nub; hips begin to rock, setting a harsh rhythm.  “Do not act so certain.”  Making your back arch, chest dig into his control box.  Desperate?  Desperate, needy mewl escaping you.  “After all…”

- Labored breaths fan across your face, pale lips hover inches away from yours.  Eyes bore, lock onto yours.  “You could have easily stopped me with your own abilities and yet you have not.”

- Drives grow brutal, tears flow freely down your cheeks.  “Either you are weak or…”  Heat pools in your stomach, hands clench his tabards.  “…some part of you has wanted this the whole time.  For me to use, abuse…break and make you my own.”

- No longer twisting against the invisible force, no longer refusing to give him the satisfaction…  You succumb to your buried desires, finally declaring…  “I-I do!  Make me yours, V-Vader!”

- Tipping your head, you moan out as the phantom presence pinches your clit firmly.  As he slams upwards, popping something deep inside.  Pumping, filling your packed womb once more.  “There, was that so difficult…hatari?”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @loverforoldermen, @anakinsbbgirl, @t03soup, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @avescorner-blog, @vaderswifey, @jediavengers

[thesassypadawan]

Yes, My Master (Sith Luke x FemPupReader)

Summary: Pup, it’s the name your master ‘lovingly’ gave you…the only one you’ll ever need for the remainder of your life.  Life of passion, pain, luxury, darkness.  Life with a sith lord. Like Father, Like Son  

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut.  Dom Skyboy, blowjob, some humping, a little gagging, and…Luke’s cute, big dick.

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

-  Throat spasms around his thick cock, nails dig into his toned thighs…  As you struggle against the hold he has on the back of your neck, the surge of his hips…  Lungs burning in protest, desperate for air…

-  Hooking a thumb underneath your leather collar, Luke yanks you off.  Smirk on his angelic face, dark chuckle echoing off the walls.  Clearly taking enjoyment from the way you cough wetly, sputter…peer up at your master with tear filled eyes, drool running down your chin.

-  “Look at you…such a good pup,” he ‘praises’.  Long fingers stroking along your nape, scratching gently.  The feeling loving, almost tender; that it has you beginning to relax under his touch.  Until…  “So obedient…taking everything I give…”

-  Muffled squeal flies from your throat when he roughly forces you back down.  Jaw immediately going slack, taking him between your swollen lips once more. The ache from the exertion sweet, tantalizing.  “…doing exactly as I say…”

-  Reclining upon his throne, he lazily wraps his fingers around the gilded iron chain.  Giving your leash a harsh tug; uttering the simple, clipped command of….  “Come.”

-  Without hesitation, you draw closer.  Knees shuffling, scraping across the marble floor.  Following after with a whine…tongue hanging out.

-   Eagerly you lick at his fat head, greedily lapping up the first pearly beads of pre.  Moaning softly in pleasure from the salty sweet taste.  Shivering when the tip of his boot catches, teases your soaked pussy.  Shamelessly grinding against its weathered texture.

-   “Needy little thing…”  He mocks, wedging his leg between your thighs.  Pressing it firmly to your core, bouncing it slightly.  “Humping me…”  Making you whimper, drive your hips into the pressure.  “Like the bitch you are…”

-  Hold tightens, pinches your skin.  Abruptly he shoves you down once more, bullying his way into your throat.  Groaning above you, twitching from the sound of your gags.  How you struggle and squirm with your nose flush against his abdomen, buried in his wiry blond curls.  Senses overwhelmed from inhaling his cinnamony musk.  “But you love it…”

-  Hips buck wildly, start to stutter.  “Love the attention…”  Thrusts grow irregular, erratic.  “…master gives you.”

-  Pushing, thrusting hard one last time. Streams of hot cum shoot into your mouth, coating your tongue.  And all you can do is surrender to it, trying your best to swallow it all.  Not daring to waste any of his ‘attention’.

-  Drawing off, a single string of saliva connecting.  Softly you pant, face flushed…cunt still throbbing for release.  As Luke leans forward, looming over you.  Swiping his thumb across your lips, gathering the few drops that managed to escape…offering them to you.  “Eat.”

-  Diligently, you clean it off; suckling, savoring…humming, cooing in appreciation.  “Stay.”  Fighting the urge to move, relieve yourself.  “Stay.”  Waiting patiently for your master’s next order.

-   “All right.”  Trailing down, his hand winds around…squeezes your neck gently.  Golden eyes fixated on yours, sparkling with sick amusement at the sound of your tiny moan slipping out.  How you press into his palm and fingers.  “Get to it.”

-  Squeaking happily, your hips begin to rock…vigorously.  Your arousal streaking, smearing his boots.  Chasing after that high, wanting to feel that warm wave of pleasure wash over you.

-  Gripping harder, his face twists into a snarl.  “That’s it…”  That fades along with your vision; mind fogging, swimming.  “Now…”  Mouth falls open, breath comes out in small gasps.  Phantom fingers pinch your clit.  “Cum.”

-  In an instance, the dam inside you bursts.  Eyes roll back; movements falter, hips jolt.  Fingers sinking into his thigh slightly, attempting to anchor yourself  as you gush all over him.

-  “Good girl…very good girl.”  Greedily, you draw in air.  Heart pounding, roaring in your ears.  Head tilted slightly; resting in his lap.  While he strokes your hair.  “What do you say we give you a little bath…before we make a mess of you again.”  Gaze sweeping over your limp form.  “Speak.”

-  Parting your lips, you look to him nervously.  Normally not allowed to address him in such a way, you reply in a hushed tone.  “Y-Yes, my master…  P-Please…wash me…  Don’t want t-to be dirty for you.”

[thesassypadawan]

🖤❤️Qimir (The Stranger)❤️🖤

Attachment (Qimir x FemKnightReader) *Smut*

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.

[thesassypadawan]

❤️Sithtember (Season of the Sith)🖤

❤️It's September 1st which can mean only one thing...Season of the Sith! For the entire month I will be nothing but Dark Space Wizards fics! There will of course be the usual Burnt and Unburnt Vader stories, but...I'll also be tossing in some Sith Obi, Qimir, and Luke goodness into the mix!

🖤So let's kick off spooky season right and take a walk on the dark side! Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies!

❤️Schedule for Sithtember🖤

9/4 Yes, My Master (Sith Luke x FemPupReader)

9/9 Absolutes (Sith Obi-Wan x FemApprenticeReader)

9/13 Scum (Burnt Darth Vader x FemRebelReader) *Smut*

9/18 Balance (Burnt Darth Vader x FemRebelReader x Jedi Luke) *Smut*

9/27 Beloved Husband *part 2* (Unburnt Vader x WifeReader) *Smut*

9/30 Attachment (Qimir x FemKnightReader) *Smut*

[thesassypadawan]

Oooo I love the new theme for sithtember 👀

You know me, I love themes! 😂 Thanks, Ren! ❤️

[thesassypadawan]

Absolutes (Sith Obi-Wan x FemApprenticeReader)

Summary: You didn't choose this path…he did.  He was the one who found you, spared your life.  Took you in and will mold you into his perfect apprentice.  No matter how many ‘lessons’ it takes.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Dom Negotiator, doggy style, little rough, age gap (about 10 years, apprentice reader is of age) and…Obi’s big, fat cock.

Notes: Happy Sithtember all you, lovelies! ❤️🖤

- Moans and grunts fill the air, mingling with the sound of skin slapping…  Echoing off the training room walls, spilling out into the corridors…  Ringing in the ears of servants who were unfortunate enough to pass by during your ‘first lesson’…

- Invisible pressure wraps around, squeezes the nape of your neck.  Bruising the already tender flesh as he pins, holds you to the floor…slams into you.  Cheek pressing against the hardwood, cunt clenching his thick length.

-  “My my…aren't you a fast learner?”  Obi-Wan coos; voice low, charming.  Deceptive compared to the way he abuses, bullies your poor cervix.  “Already taking me so well, little one.”

- Mouth falls open at his words, a pathetic whine escapes.  “M-master, I…I…”  That’s silenced when his long fingers slip past your lips, the simple order of ‘Suck’ coming through your newly formed bond.

- Obediently you close down on them, suckling greedily.  “You what?”  Tongue running along the underside of his digits…sniveling, mewling.  “Can’t do so?  Can’t go any longer?”  All to his twisted delight, enjoyment.

-  “Because your thoughts betray you,” he chuckles darkly.  Fingers sliding deeper, reaching further; gagging you.  “They tell me how much potential you possess…how much you desire to have more.”

- Gummy walls tighten and flutter with each gag, every sputter.  Drool leaking out from the corners, pooling.  The sight so embarrassing, utterly debauched; you clamp your eyes shut.  Try to disassociate from reality, weakly attempt to throw up your mental barriers.  However…

- Phantom digits tangle, grasp your hair; abruptly, harshly tugging.  High pitched squeal bubbles from your throat, barriers falter.  “That's not the proper way for an apprentice to treat her master.”  Eyes snap open, meet and lock with his golden ones.  “You must be open to me at all times…” 

-  With a wet pop, he pulls his fingers from the warmth of your mouth.  “Connect, be one with me…”  Trailing them up your body, leaving streaks of your spit it their wake.  “Allow me in whenever, wherever I please…”

-  Cupping, caressing your bottom; he kneads, fondles.  While using the force to tease, rub circles on your clit.  “Is that…”  Breaths come out in ragged pants, small puffs.  “…understood!”

-  Landing a harsh blow, your curves ripple.  Breasts scrape across the floor as you lurch forward.  Nipples stinging, burning in near orgasmic bliss…and you can’t help but cry out in pleasure.  “Ye-yes, master!”

-  Pleased hum rumbles in his chest, pace begins to pick up.  “Good girl, knowing your role…”  Speed blinding, brutal; pounding into you unbridled.  “…your place.”

-  Tears prick at your waterlines, your release fast approaching.  Whimpers grow more frantic, desperate…pussy grips him so needily.  “Yes, m-master!  But I’m…I’m not sure…I-”

- Movements stutter, hips falter. “Unsure?”  Pressure on your sensitive bud increases, becomes painful. “We siths only deal in absolutes.”  The word ‘Cum’ fills your head, accompanied with a hard pinch.  And…

- Fingers dig in, scratch at the floor; scrambling to anchor yourself.  While waves of ecstasy wash over, overwhelm you.  Heightened by the feeling of Obi-Wan painting your insides white, pumping you with his warm seed.  Claiming you as his, completely…totally.

- Brushing a lock of hair from your face, he leans forward…placing a tender kiss on your neck.  Muttering sweetly into your skin.  “And I am absolutely certain that soon enough you’ll be molded into my perfect apprentice.  Now…” 

- Cheek pressing against the hardwood, cunt clenching his thick length…body a sore, trembling mess.  You whimper from his loving touch, but wail out when he grabs a handful of your ass…delivers another hard blow.  “…onto the next lesson.”

Tag List: @cacti5539, @espinathena-17

[thesassypadawan]

So, yeah...surprise! Last minute fic for Sithtember! Which means I'm going to ask the very important question of...who wants tagged for a Qimir fic on Monday (9/30)? 🖤❤️

(You, lovelies, can thank and blame @everydaydreamer for this 😂 And also throwing out there that I'm now taking requests for him too 😘)