Little snippet from my (very fist?!) Captain Phasma fic:
“That initiative,” she says, “is why you are here instead of any other lieutenant.”
Your throat feels too tight for words. You manage, “Thank you, Captain.”
“It’s not thanks,” she says. “It’s expectation.”
But you hear the difference. You hear the acknowledgment tucked into the flat delivery and store it inside yourself like contraband.
Your devotion deepens, condenses, becomes something heavier and more dangerous.
You do not worship the First Order. You worship her as its most flawless expression.
Coming… well, whenever I’m done with it! I’m very excited about this. I can’t believe I have never written for Phasma, given how much I love cold and cruel authoritative women…😝
As most of you may know, I already have a taglist. However, since I originally made that taglist (found in a Google form on my pinned post), some of y'all have changed usernames, perhaps some people haven't seen it, etc. Plus the Google form is kind of a bit harder to keep track of than just a tumblr post.
So I'm starting a new taglist on this post 🫶🏼 just go ahead and comment emojis for which characters you would like to be tagged in:
🌈 All Gwen characters
🍷 Larissa Weems
🗡️ Brienne of Tarth
⭐️ Captain Phasma
🚓 Miranda Hilmarson
🤍 Jane Murdstone
💄 Jan Stevens
🔥 Lucifer Morningstar
🐐 Lorne
🖤 Gwen (In Fabric)
I'm going to leave my current taglist as is, so if you are currently being tagged in my posts and are still okay with that, you don't need to comment, you'll still be tagged. If you'd like to be removed for whatever reason, shoot me a message and let me know!
A/N: first time posting something I wrote and enjoyed writing. Let me know what you think, would love to hear your thoughts. <3
You hated how you remembered it, that day of heartbreak, like it just happened yesterday or a few hours ago. That wound you swore had been healed throughout the years — that day you were at the hospital, that day you found out.
You‘ve been nauseous, feeling worse than yesterday and the day before that, even your co-workers suggested that you should go and have a check-up. You took a protest, saying you could handle it, when in reality...you feel like your guts are about to jump out of your body.
However, when it comes to Phasma, how that woman can make you do everything she tells you to — you couldn‘t say no to her, not her. Not to the woman you married for decades now, not to the woman who swore she would move heavens and earth just to see you joyful.
The doctor called out your name, making you jolt out from your dreaming state. You had taken a test from earlier, about an hour ago, and you were eager to know what was causing you to be sick. She insisted you to sit down, asking about your partner's whereabouts. Simply telling her that your partner was at work, busy as always, you had always grasped the essence of her reasons though.
Now, you‘re driving towards your partner’s workplace. Tears freely streaming down on your cheeks as you sniffle. You were pregnant... for weeks now, and it‘s all coming back. How your skin was glowing, couldn‘t eat foods you had always favored, and how everything seems to be so hard for you.
With a quick park, you rushed outside of your car. It was evening, you have been driving for hours on end, and you wanted to surprise her — tell her in person, wanting to see her reaction, the slow curve of her smile. The receptionist recognized you immediately, your relationship with their ceo wasn‘t a secret and you were always grateful for that.
You wanted to be by her side, fast. Instead of taking the elevator, you took the stairs. Only to realize it was a bad decision halfway there. But you didn’t let that get to you. With a new profound determination, you started walking again, and what felt like eternity you reached the floor she was in.
Her hands on the staircase’s doorway, sweaty palms and ragged breathing as she regained herself. You cleared your throat and smoothed out your clothes, wanting to make yourself presentable to your wife. Somehow you felt nervous, you‘re not supposed to be here, you thought to yourself. It was eerily quiet, dim lights, you could only hear the ringing in your mind. You started to look around, and everyone was home except your wife.
But now...you don‘t know how you got here — gripping the steering wheel tightly, so tight that you thought it would crack underneath for a second. And her knuckles turned white as she tried to focus on the road ahead. But with each passing minute, her vision grew hazier and more blurry, the tears streaming down her face making it nearly impossible to see. Your wife, your soulmate, with another woman — kissing her so tender and sweet, like she’s the only thing that matters.
You saw how she looked at her, like how the flowers bloom in colorful hues, the sound of the birds chirping, lively, peaceful, while the sun casted a warm, golden glow. It was love. And you recognized it, that look, that was supposed to be me — you thought. It didn‘t matter anyway, you were rooted in that position, watching Phasma kiss the woman in front of her, like you were an audience. She didn‘t see you, of course, too busy with the woman in front of her.
And now she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears streaming from her eyes, but it was no use. The world outside the car window was quiet, quite the opposite of where she was... an indistinct mess, you were a mess. You shouldn‘t have been there, you shouldn‘t have seen it, but you did. You kept driving and driving, your gaze getting blurry by the minute. You shouldn‘t be driving in this condition, yet, you can‘t stop. You just want to leave.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, each inhaling feeling like a struggle. Her chest ached, a throbbing pain that seemed to spread through every part of her being. She felt like she was suffocating, drowning in the weight of her own grief. Her hand rushed to get her phone out of her pocket to text Phasma as it almost slipped out of her shaking, trembling fingers. And she typed. “We‘re done.” that‘s it, no more explanation.
And she continued to drive, tossing the phone to the backseat as her mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of memories and regrets. She thought of all the moments her and Phasma had shared, all the laughter and the love that had once filled their days. She thought of the future they had planned, the dreams they had thought of together. And now, it had all been shattered, reduced to nothing more than a cruel illusion, a betrayal. And now, she‘s carrying a child, their child. If she’s being honest, she doesn‘t even know if Phasma would even accept being a parent.
Her sobs intensified, her body shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to maintain control of the car. She knew she should pull over, and should stop driving until she had regained her composure. But some part of her couldn't bear to stop, couldn't bear to be still. She needed to keep moving, to keep driving, even if it was only to escape the overwhelming pain that threatened to consume her entirely.
Her vision grew dimmer and hazier with each passing second, she tried to stop herself from crying. She glanced at the road ahead, no one was driving at this hour as she decided to rub her eyes with the back of her hand, to try and reduce the blurriness it had gained throughout her crying. Then she heard it.
Her heart leapt into her throat as the blaring honk of the truck's horn pierced through her anguished sobs. Her eyes flew open in shock, just in time to see the massive vehicle looming directly in front of her. Acting on pure instinct, she slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching in protest as the car fishtailed wildly.
Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity as she braced for the inevitable impact. The world around her disappeared, fading into a blinding white light as the truck's grill filled her vision.
She felt a moment of peace, a sense of acceptance washed over her. Perhaps it was better this way, she thought. Perhaps it was better to leave this life behind, to let the pain and the sorrow and the heartache all fade away.
But even as she surrendered to the unavoidable fate, a small part of her still yearned for life, still clung desperately to the hope of a future, a future with Phasma...but after all this time, she‘s not even sure of her own wife. Nonetheless, a future without living, maybe it is better this way. To finally end all suffering.
With a final, wretched cry, she closed her eyes tightly, bracing for the impact that would surely end her very being. And as the light faded away, she whispered one last time, a final plea to the woman she loved with her entirety, the future she had dreamed of flashed right before her very mind.
A small cottage perched on stilts above the sandy shore, right by the beach, a kid, maybe one or two, sounds of waves like a lullaby that will soothe you into slumber, and the cold breeze as she grows old with her — until gray threads wove into their hair, through sickness and in health.
And with that, with a sigh, she smiled softly as the truck slammed into her car. The last thing she heard was the crunch of metal, shattering glass, and a loud honk that appeared to go on forever as it echoed through the silent night. She wished it had been different.
Heya! i was wondering if you could do a Captain Phasma x f!reader fic? Maybe a little bit of spice? It could be any plot btw! (Captain Phasma is one of Gwendolines characters! :))
Space Racing - Captain Phasma x Fem!Reader
Summary: Phasma distracts you in the most best way possible.
Warnings: Praise, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), I think that's it!!
"Sometimes I worry about your flying skills," your lover admitted, after her head hit the back of her seat when you increase your speed.
"It's not my flying skills that you need to worry about." You were smiling from ear to ear. You never got the chance to fly, but when someone bets you to a race, Phasma had no choice but to tag along.
Knowing you would've gone with or without her permission..
You heard her take in a sharp breath, unsure of if it was because of a passing asteroid that was a little bit too close or the subtle graze of your knee against her own.
"Oh?" She tilted her head. "And what is it that I need to worry about exactly?" She asked.
"Well, when I win this bet—"
"If you win the bet—"
"When I win, I'm going to have so much fun making you pay for ever doubting me."
Phasma quickly rolled her eyes in a playful manner.
"Once I have you on your knees, you'll have no choice but to beg for my forgiveness," you teased.
"And what would you make me do?" She knew it would never happen, but alas she was curious what your mind would come up with.
"I'll have to feel it out once the moment comes of course.. but, one thing's for sure is I will not let you up until I am entirely satisfied."
"You sound awfully sure of yourself, sweetheart. But your friend here might just give you a run for your money and beat you." She pointed to the ship on your left, slowly passing you.
Your concentrated face had Phasma admiring you. She loved the way your eyebrows knitted and the bottom lip that got pulled in to be bitten by your teeth.
Her hand curling around the back of your neck almost broke your focus. But now was not the time to be distracted. You had a bet to win.
Her gesture was light yet possessive, sending an immediate shiver down your spine as her fingers toyed with your hair.
"Phas..." you mumbled, trying to stay focused.
Instead of removing her hand, she allowed her fingers to leave your hair to trail along the side of your throat. In a slow, teasing manner.
Your eyes flicked to the woman sitting next to you, but she tutted and shook her head.
"Keep your eyes straight ahead, princess."
You let out a deep breath, attempting to focus. It was hard to ignore the fingers that left a fiery trail across your skin. When she dipped them lower, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped.
With an agonizing slowness, Phasma soon went low enough to trace the upper swell of your breasts...then even lower down your body. Another gasp fell past your lips when she went even farther to trace your nipple through your shirt.
"Not so sure of yourself winning, now are you?" She asked, knowing how much your teasing was easily distracting you.
You hadn't noticed how far she leaned in, lips just barely gracing the shell of your ear as she spoke. Her voice was lustrous and deep, and her lips were soft and light.
"I don't think this is what I had in mind when I let you accompany me."
"You think you let me accompany you? Oh darling, you have it all wrong." Phasma teased the edge of your bra.
You knew exactly where this was headed, and you eagerly awaited her next moves. You couldn't help but shiver in anticipation as she grazed your nipple once more before rolling it between her fingers.
"You okay, love?" She smirked, teasing you to her best ability. She knew the effect she had on you. How hot and bothered you easily got.
You silently nodded your head, not trusting your voice at a time like this. Where you knew you would be shaky and breathy.
Phasma put a warm, comforting hand on your knee to give you some time to recover from her hands on your breasts. But she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her hand only temporarily stalled, only moving to inch it higher up your inner thigh.
"Phas, please..." You truly couldn't take anymore, all the teasing, the touches, the sultriness in her voice.
Her hand reached your center, fingers teasing you even more through your clothes. You couldn't help but gasp from the touch.
"Imagine if they could see you right now..." Phasma increased the pressure, forcing you to buck you hips against her hand in a desperate attempt for more friction. "Trying to get yourself off on my hand while you attempt to beat your silly little friends in a race that you're no longer participating in."
You had finally reached a point that you couldn't take anymore of her taunting and teasing. You pulled the ship to a stop and turned to face your smirking lover.
"No more teasing. I need you. Right now." Your eyebrows were knitted and lips were down in a faux pout, leaving Phasma to let out a deep, husky, laugh.
You grab the blonde by the front of her shirt, glad she was not wearing her usual suit. You pulled her into a deep, hard, demanding kiss. Phasma matches your energy immediately, tongue sweeping into your mouth.
You try to undress her, but you bump into the steering wheel. With a huff, you pull the lever to move your seat back. Phasma is quick to kneel in front of you, pulling your pants down eagerly.
"How's this?" She asks, placing a gentle kiss on your knee.
"Much better.." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. "But I'd like to see more of your skin too."
The blonde smiled, before unbuttoning her top and revealing her white bra that looked angelic with her milky skin.
"That's more like it."
Phasma reaches up to cup your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You hum when her soft lips demand your own.
You feel breathless when she pulls away, to make her way back down your body. Your legs spread wider to make room for her. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as Phasma pulls your panties down your bare legs.
"This excites you, doesn't it?" She asks with a teasing tone. "Imagine someone looking inside our window here. Me between your legs, fucking this pretty pussy of yours right out in the open."
"Yes, I love it," you admitted. Phasma runs her hands up and down your curves, before flicking her thumb across your clit.
"You like it when I touch you like this too, huh?"
Her touch left sparks in their wake, sending a longing straight to your core as she circled your button.
"Yess..." you bucked your hips. "But I like it more when you use your mouth." You tug at her blonde locks, urging her head forward.
She takes the hint, and places a small, light peck to your center. A small hum left your lips, finally getting what you've been craving most.
"I love when you take what you want from me," she mused.
Her long pointer finger gathered your slick around your entrance before slipping inside you. As you gasped from the intrusion, Phasma didn't wait to insert her middle finger.
"Yess, Phas..." You let your body relax as your lover started her slow pace.
"Tell me how you want me, and I'm all yours." Between her accent, big blue eyes gazing up at you, and her fingers inside your cunt, you didn't know which one made your pussy throb more.
"I want you exactly like this. Between my legs. Using your fingers and that pretty mouth of yours to fuck me."
Phasma nods with a smirk, "I may have a pretty mouth but this pussy is a whole lot prettier, my love." Her mouth reaches your clit, and you gasp.
"Yess..." Your head falls back against the seat while your lover fucks you. With a free hand, she reaches up to tuck a hand underneath your bra to cup your breast.
Fingers toyed with your nipples while the others fucked your pussy with long, feverish strokes that had your breathing growing heavy.
She pushes her finger knuckle deep, and you let out a long, loud, pornographic moan. The overwhelming onslaught of sensations had you seeing stars. And not the ones that were outside the window.
"Gods, that feels so good.."
Phasma slows down to give you a moment to catch your breath... only to then slowly bring her pace back up. Every stroke, and thrust of her fingers had you moaning out in pleasure.
She does it over, and over, and over again. Slowing down, just to pick up her pace all over again. Her lips were wrapped around your button, and with each hum from the blonde, you bucked your hips.
The hand on your breast twists and pulls at your nipple. The pain from her pinches mixed beautifully with the pleasure between your legs. Gazing down however, was the last straw for you.
Big blue eyes were still gazing at you, almost undressing the rest of you with her eyes. The sight was plain out filthy, and the sounds coming from your wet pussy as you came, had her letting out another hum as your juices dropped out of your used hole.
"Phasma!" Your body felt numb, as your orgasm ripped through you. The cramped space from the seat had your body closing in tightly around the blonde.
As you were finally able to catch your breath, Phasma slowed her movements little by little. She wanted to elongate your orgasm as long as possible, but still ensuring you weren't overstimulated.
"I hope they don't think we got lost," you laughed, suddenly remembering why you were there on the ship in the first place.
Phasma leaned up, to pull you into a deep, smashing, demanding kiss.
"Y'know, I can't bring myself to care about your little friends. All I care about right now is you.. and cleaning up this little mess you made." Phasma kissed your inner thigh before pulling away to grab anything within reach to clean you up.
And that's when you noticed the damp front side of her shirt and the small wet spot below you.
"Christ, Phas... what have you done to me?"
"Fucked you good, sweet girl. That's what I did."
She was gentle while cleaning you up, and your heart was bursting with love. The last thing you ever imagined, was being treated like a Princess by one of the most badass stormtroopers you have ever met.
First weekend in Smutember with @alexusonfire! The first week prompt is formal wear!
When you were invited to attend the officer gala, you hadn’t been expecting to be put in such a position as this. With your pressed against the cold metal wall, you felt your dress being shifted upwards around your hips.
You had on your formal dress, putting your best foot forward to make an impression on your higher ups. You thought you had done so when Phasma approached you. Moments ago you had been summoned to the deserted hallway by your captain, and with a viscous degree of roughness, Phasma had you up against the wall.
“Your eyes have been wandering far too much. You are beyond obvious with those disgusting thoughts of yours.” Phasma hissed, her hands working into the waistband of your underwear. It was unceremonious - the way the captain pushed her fingers between your folds and felt her way to your clit.
“Wet already?
You could only whimper. This felt so wrong. This was so unbecoming of a person of your status in the Empire. But you gave yourself over entirely, unable to say no to the alluring and handsome captain. This evening, she had been wearing a formal captain’s uniform that made your mouth water. The jacket fit her muscular shoulders perfectly and her pants were cut tight enough that nothing was left to the imagination. Your gaze must have caught her attention.
“You’re so fucking pathetic.” Phasma whispered, pressing the pads of her index and middle finger against your clit to rub circles against the bundle of nerves. The pressure of Phasma’s hand against the side of your head only seemed to increase as the degradation continued.
Phasma growled once more, her body weight fully pushed against you. Her voice was low and guttural, almost as if she were angry with you. In reality, it was all just a way to make sure she held dominance over you. “Do you like this? Do you like being treated like a stupid little slut?”
You remained silent, but this was clearly not the response the captain wanted. She pushed your face against the metal harder and the intensity of it all made tears prick in your eyes.
“Answer the question.”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like being treated like a- a stupid little slut…”
“That’s what I thought.”
The grip on your face loosened slightly as her fingers went back to work, circling your soaked clit with increased fervor. Her breath was hot in your ear as she panted slightly. If you could have see. her face, you would have seen the mild look of enjoyment plastered across her lips and brow.
The captain’s fingers worked their way back towards your slick heat and you gasped quietly as she wedged her fingers into your cunt. She offered you no time to adjust to her lengthy digits when she began pumping them in and out at a building pace.
Your little moans became more and more frequent. In spite of this, you attempted stifling them by clenching your teeth. When this failed, you drew a hand to your mouth and clamped your hand over it.
Phasma disapproved of this action and made her dissatisfaction known by releasing your head from her grasp and wrenching both of your hands behind your back. She held your wrists in a vice grip and began slowing her movements in your underwear, teasing you to the point you felt as if you could explode.
“P-please…” You begged Phasma, but she wasn’t interested in your pleas.
“You think you have the right to ask me for anything?” Phasma scoffed as her fingers left your cunt to wad the fabric of your underwear around her fist. There was the sound of seams popping and the discomforting pain that was Phasma ripping the fabric off your body. “Fucktoys don’t get a say.”
At the feeling of the cold night air against your pussy, you felt terribly exposed. Anyone could walk from the gala at any second and watch you being dominated by your captain.
Her fingers dove back into your cunt, pushing their way into your fluttering hole. The pleasure of being filled again had you doubling over - your forehead pressed to the cold metal wall while your hands were still ratcheted behind your back. Phasma began pounding your cunt with her fingers - the removal of your underwear was her way of removing the barrier that kept her from doing so earlier.
Your cheeks turned red when you thought you heard the slap of her hand against your cunt echoing through the empty hall. You were praying no one would find you, but first and foremost, you needed to cum.
“How long have you been wanting me to do this? Have you been watching me in the locker room? Or do you just fantasize about what’s under the armor? Is that why you can’t control yourself now?” From Phasma’s tone, one could tell she was smirking. She was so satisfied with herself for making another of her subordinates crumble.
“Y-you look so good in your suit…” You sob, unable to be dishonest about what drove you to stare.
“I know.”
The captain’s confidence was unbelievably sexy.
Suddenly, and without warning, you came hard, a strangled cry jumping from your throat. But Phasma wasn’t stopping there. Her rapid fingering continued, only now she released your arms and added her other hand to the mix. With her opposite hand, she began rubbing at your clit and you felt yourself losing all control.
“Silly little slut. What if the other lieutenants saw you like this? How would you feel?”
The captain was obviously trying to get a rise out of you, combining shame with your growing desire.
The skill held in her fingers made you dizzy. You knew if you ever had the chance to spend the night with her, Phasma would show you pleasures far beyond pushing you against a wall and fucking you silly.
As Phasma worked you towards another orgasm, a round of applause echoed from inside the gala hall. As much as you should have considered the possibility of someone exiting into the hall at any moment, you were far too focused on being pushed over the edge.
You finally came from Phasma slamming her fingers inside you, tipping you over the edge. Before you could process the blinding orgasm, Phasma growled, her hand squeezing your jaw into submission. “Open your mouth…”
You opened your mouth the rest of the way and quickly realized Phasma intended on spitting in your mouth. You allowed it to happen, regardless. At this point, your only goal was appeasing her to hopefully make this occurrence happen again.
“Now get back to your quarters and clean yourself up.” Phasma pushed your face away from hers, and swatted you firmly on the ass, sending you on your way.
“Y-yes, captain.” You mutter, sending your gaze to the floor. Quickly, you began down the hallway - your face growing redder and redder as the realization of what just occurred hit you.
Before you could round the corner, you glanced back at Phasma, unable to help yourself. Your breath caught as you watched her push your discarded underwear into her pocket. You tore your gaze away and hurried down the hallway - face bright red as you attempted to comprehend what just happened.
