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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: There was a sacred world found within books, something that the two of you shared together as the air grew colder, as the nights came earlier, whisking you both away and into the arms of the ever calling warmth found within the castle. But when your voice became too much, when her warmth became all consuming, you found it harder and harder to focus on anything else but her..

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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The castle had run cold tonight, the crisp prick of the night air piercing through the fabric of your gown and threatening to dig into your skin as though it were a delicate needle. Each breath you drew in was infused with a chill, seeping into your lungs yet escaping your lips as if it was a raging fire as you read aloud to the countess.

"A love like no other blossomed in secret between the two, hidden away from the watchful eyes of a world that refused to accept it.." Your words flowed out like silk, each syllable translating a tenderness that seemed to manifest the delicacy of the moment between the two characters, bringing the essence of their connection into the physical world.

Your voice, in this moment, served as her sanctuary, much like her presence was your haven - a protective blanket of warmth that shielded you from the outside world, a safety that could only be found in her arms. You reveled in each other's company - untouchable, unseen, undisturbed - as a new world between the pages came to light. Nights like these were dedicated to the safety of the library, tossing the cares of the outside world aside - quiet, serene, home. The flames of the fireplace danced across your forms, casting a warm, golden glow that shifted against the pages you held, casting small flickers to spark against the other shelves found within the dimly lit room.

Her bare hands delicately traced along your sides, the gloves she had once worn now a forgotten memory, discarded and abandoned long ago. Your back was flush to her front as her hands smoothed along your skin, the smallest of shivers retreating from your body every so often. You rested your head against her chest, feeling her every exhale and each beat of her heart as your voice rumbled back to her.

"Though, their hearts were intertwined by the gentle rhythms of the ocean waves, linking themselves along as they pulled each other like the moon.." You loved moments like these, acts of mindless intimacy stuck within a moment in time. Acts that happened behind closed doors, held with a gravity that only was exposed to the castle's stone walls, kept like an item within a locket that sat close to your hearts.

In some moments, her hands would come into view, bathed in the golden embers of the fire, revealing the descend into blackened fingertips that were always hidden behind a thick, black leather, away from prying eyes. They would travel along the contours of your arms, against your smooth thighs, down the length of your sides, fueled by the need to feel the tender skin hidden beneath the thin layer of your dress. Fingers laced with desire, laced with lust, laced with the urge to devour you upon first sight..

It was a difficult task to keep your hands to yourselves after years of being together, the insatiable hunger never dying within your beings. It was a need that made your bones ache, your body tremble, your soul beg and plead for a fill that would send you over the delicious edge you craved. Every touch promised a dive into ecstasy, a feast for the senses that you both welcomed with open arms.

Hands toyed with the bottom hem of your nightgown, fingers like the night sky that shined above you heavily contrasting the whiteness of the fabric that lit up like the moon. Warm fingertips met the expanse of your cold thighs, engulfing them in a welcomed warmth that sent a fresh wave of desire down your body.

"Alcina.." You paused, drawing your thoughts away from the fictional world you had gotten used to and quickly catching up to the current one. It rang out soft, flustered unlike moments before, though the warmth it always held for your lady was evermore present.

"Yes, draga mea?" Her accent ran heavy, her voice deep like the thick liquid of her crimson wine, doused with the alcohol, doused with the blood you both knew all too well. You felt her lips ghost against the shell of you ear, a welcomed heat rising to your face as she awaited your response. Her breath fell down against your skin, swirling around you and claiming you whole.

"Wh-What are you doing?" There was desire found there, within the question you already knew the answer to, within the tone that quickly morphed into a whimper. The sound made a smile rise to her lips, the plush skin found there painted a deep red, ready to lick, ready to suck, ready to devour…

"Enjoying the story, my love.." There was a long pause between her statements, her actions carrying the weight of her true emotions behind the words that left her lips, overcasting them with the feeling you knew like the back of your hand. Her fingertips moved their way up, deliberate and with purpose, teasing and controlled, pushing the fabric up and out of the way as they met the barrier of your undergarments. "And admiring just how perfectly we fit together.."

Her lips kissed down the side of your neck, her fangs coming out and gracing your skin as she met the junction between your shoulder and neck. It caused goosebumps to wake along your skin, your thoughts to slow, your mind to allow the haze of lust to sweep in and take over. Her words melted into your flesh, carrying a promise you always loved to get lost in. You felt her hands move, one continuing to shift up, cupping your breast while the other started rubbing against the fabric left between your thighs. Your breath hitched at the contact, your body subconsciously tilting your head to the side to give her better access to the canvas of skin you'd always hand over to her. "Focus for me, darling.. Keep reading - You know how much I love to hear you.."

Your breathing grew heavy, a thickness settling in your lungs and making your breath hot, making it hitch, making it lost to you as you struggled to find the words.

"O-One, a vibrant artist, ta- taking down words, mapping out worlds, that was fueled by a- mph- fuck-" Your worlds easily trailed off, your mind choosing to focus on the wonderful ministrations of your lady's fingers. It became broken, a plummet into a stutter, a drop into a moan as her movements were just enough to feed the fire. She worked slow, feeding on the reactions of your body. The way it squirmed, jolted, ached for the feeling of her.. And she'd barely even touched you..

"You might have to repeat yourself, darling.. I didn't quite catch that.." Her lips left marks in their path, the crimson flesh creating marks just as red, just as dark as they painted your skin. There was a deep purr to her voice, the husk found there a tease, a demand, a praise within the sound itself, beckoning more out of you.

You pushed on, the will to please your lady only adding to the pleasure that she placed upon you. Her fingers slowed, the touch becoming featherlight and absolutely torturous in order for you to speak. "One.. a vibrant artist, taking down words, mapping out world that was fueled by a heart full of dreams that wished to come to life.."

"See? That wasn't so hard.. Continue.." Her voice rang out in a tease, thick and gravelly with lust, as is ghosted over your form. Her fingers squeezed your breast, feeling your nipple form into a hard peak against the palm of her hand and causing your back to arch into her touch.

Her body was large under your form, something that enraptured you from the first moment you had laid your eyes on her. It kept you safe, kept you warm, and felt oh so delicious..

Her actions picked back up, her hand moving to your other breast while the other slowly moved up, slipping past the fabric that proved to be an annoyance to the raven haired goddess.

"The o-other- hmn.. a g-guardian of wis-wisdom.. and a keeper of stories, a quiet w-woman who got lost wi-within- f-fuck.. the worlds s-she created, the worlds she.. shared with.. the other.." You struggled to finish the chapter, your breath hitching as you felt one of her fingers travel slowly through your folds, now aware of the pool of arousal that had settled itself there.

"You're doing so well, darling.." You felt her finger meet your entrance, circling your slick core and collecting its juices before moving back up, being sure to repeat the motion over and over.. It grew harder to keep your eyes open. The way she moved felt like pure bliss, but it wasn't enough.. You needed more, more of her touch, her voice, more of her.. But you always aimed to please, especially as the next words left her mouth. "Just a few more sentences, love.. Could you do that for mommy, hmm?"

Oh..

Of course, you could..

It was as though your mind stopped, all thoughts leaving, any beginnings of reading leaving your brain. It echoed in your head like a prayer, chanting itself to anything holy as though the woman beneath you were the goddess you worshipped. "Yes-"

Your voice came out breathier than you would've liked, something that you ignored, something that was still present as you did your best to finish the chapter. "They set-set s-sail one night, leaving the village t-that had held them close for far too lo- ngh-*"

Her finger met your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud and giving you a promise to look forward to. Slow, insufferable, merciless. You just needed to finish the chapter..

"They faced it, faced e-every-fuck.. ev-everything that came at them.. They welcomed a world where t-their love co-ohm.." She added pressure, added speed as she watched how you began to come undone, the thought that she could make you feel this good, that she was the one touching you was ever so prevalent in her mind.

"Just a bit longer.. You're doing so good for me.."

Your breathing grew heavy, one of your hands leaving the structure of the pages to grip onto her forearm, seeking some way to ground yourself as you tried to remain focused on the task at hand.

"..wh-where their love c-could flourish-hmng, their hearts beat- mph- beating i-in tandem as they sailed into- into the night-" You finished.

"Good girl.." Her finger quickly moved down, easily pushing itself into your entrance as you finished the last words. It curled in the most perfect way, making a guttural, broken moan escape your lips, making your fingers latch and dig into the fabric of her own dress beneath you, scratch into the skin beneath it, making your walls clench around her digit and beg for more.

“Again.. say that again-mph- please, please-" Your body begged for her voice, craved for it to take you in its hold and plunge into you with each thrust of her fingers. Her voice was the mere crash, the mere wreck through your body as it got high on the praise, her voice the extra push to have your walls clench around her fingers, hopeful, desperate, eager for more, more, more- “pl-please, mommy- I-“

"Look at you.." The tease in her tone was back, tightening the coil within you and making your pleasure vicious and greedy.

"So eager for mommy like a good girl.." The moan you let out was loud, deep, translating the lust and desire that had built itself up to be near overwhelming, taking over your body and making it hers.

There was a small shuffle beside the leather seat you both were on, the sound of the book that once had your undivided attention hitting the floor, intertwining with the sound of your moans and whimpers that clawed their way out of your throat. Your body squirmed, thrusted, wreathed under her touch, chasing a peak, chasing the feeling of being so utterly filled by her that it would envelop your entire soul.

All your shifting had caused your dress to move, the fabric becoming an even bigger problem as it got in the way of the countess’ lips. You felt sharp, cold claws appear from her fingernails, tickling your skin, running along it so gently that none would pierce unless she wanted them to. “It’s seems there’s an issue that needs to be fixed..”

Her voice had become a low rumble omitting itself within the quiet library, making your body keen, making your body chase it as if it were your own impending orgasm. Your body ached with the weight of your ecstasy as your body fought for a high that it needed to earn, rooting itself within her voice, surging though a body that needed to be broken and pleased.

A finger had made its way to the base of your neck, tracing the claw along the tendons, along your collarbone, down to the hem of your nightgown before adding more pressure, tearing the fabric down the middle and making a chill erupt onto your skin. "Much better, beautiful girl.."

Her tongue darted out against your neck, leaving a warmth in its path before teeth bit into the skin. Your head fell back, a near pornographic moan leaving you as the burn settled into a deep rooted pleasure. Her finger moved at a brutal pace, picking up speed as she aimed to give you what you very well deserved.

You could feel your thighs begin to tremble, your nails scratch into the skin of her arms as the palm of her hand met your clit. You felt her lips turn into a satisfied smirk against your neck as she watched your eyes roll back, your eyelids fluttering shut just moments after.

Her finger curled, putting pressure against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. Your hips moved with her thrusts, your walls clenching around her finger as the coil tightened more and more.

"Are you going to cum? Be a good girl and cum for me.." Her palm against your clit, her finger curling against your sweet spot, her voice consuming you whole all played out at the same time, your peak crashing into you as the coil snapped. Her pace didn't slow, successfully helping you ride out your orgasm while also bring you to another, brutal high.

Your core grew sensitive, your nipples into hard peaks as her other hand continued to smooth over and pinch them, you back ached as it arched into the overstimulation she was throwing at you, your thighs sore from the next wave of pleasure threatening to consume you. You felt her fangs at your neck again, sharp, delicate, hungry, before they pierced into your skin. The warmth that washed over you, from the bite at your neck to her finger plunging into your core, was captivating, hurling your body towards another edge that would turn your body into putty within her arms.

"That's it, sweet girl.. One more for me. You can take it, hmm? You can take it for mommy, can't you?"

Oh god..

You could, you could, yes, yes, anything for her, anything to make her keep thrusting, anything to make her finger curl in just the right spot, anything to have you moaning her name in the dark of night.

"Y-Yes! Gods, yes- please just- mph-" You were gone, your body, your soul captured in the hands of a lustful woman that would feast on you whenever she got the chance. Your mind grew hazy with the feeling of her tongue against your neck, lapping up the thick crimson that pooled out, with the chase towards euphoria.

You came hard, your body shuddering against hers, your breath labored as her name tore through your throat in a moan. Your eyes were screwed shut, your brows furrowed as her actions finally started to slow down.

Gentle kisses were placed against your neck, your cheek, behind your ear as you tried your best to catch your breath. She pulled out of you, the action causing a loud whimper to leave your throat and your eyes to open for just a moment. Her hands were massaging you in an instant, creating a blanket of warmth and security within her arms.

"You did so well, so so good for me, sweet thing.."

You turned around, arousal dripping down your thighs, body trembling as her lips met yours. She kissed you as though you were her desired prize, again, again, again, stealing the breath from your lungs and claiming you as entirely hers. Your body, your blood, your soul, your love: hers.

She held you in her arms, your head nuzzled in the crook of her neck, giving you a small moment to catch up with the world around you. She rose from the leather seat, the loss of weight causing a muted creak to emit from it. You savored the warmth of her presence as she gently bowed to grab the book that had been forgotten due to her actions, placing it on the side table next to her gloves and the empty glasses of wine.

Her heels were heard echoing off the stone as she left the library. The moon's gentle glow illuminated the hallways, casting a grey sheen and dark shadows over her path as she made her way to your shared quarters, deciding to add more comfort to you as you came back to earth. Her head turned down to you slightly, taking in your form with a soft gaze before whispering, "We can continue the story another time, draga mea.. Maybe next time we'll both be able to focus."

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𝐚/𝐧: EHEHEHEHHHHHEEEHHHH I MISSSSEEEEDDDDD HEEEEERRRRRRR AHHHHHHH. LISS I DID IT SHES HEREEE

so i've actually never written for her before BUT she was literally my hyper fixation before Larissa and i just missed her so much. i knew i was going to write for her some day

this was one of the personal ideas i had when i made a little update about a month ago. i originally said it was going to be one of gwen's character, but then i remembered her and it just had to be done

this was a WONDERFUL indulgence fic for me. i needed a little break from doing request because i was feeling more mechanic which was ass!! this also was just me writing unrestricted - i just let everything flow and brought back my old writing style (how i wrote before i started posting) and i literally don't know why i stopped writing like that because i love it A LOT and i think it really shows how much passion i really have for this craft.. so expect more stuff like this out of me because it was fun and reviving and definately brought a big passion back

hope you all liked it ! i definately expect to write for her more too so she has a section in my masterlist already hehe

if you saw this get posted like five minutes before this no you didnt

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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[milfmuses]

(fic request) pls write this w nun!wanda (if you want) 😵😵😵

to worship and submit | wanda maximoff & fem!reader

Being the daughter of the man that leads the church choir means attending the services when you run out of excuses to be anywhere else, but a young woman who's recently joined the parish to become a nun has begun to make your time there worthwhile.

Word count: 7419

Tags: smut, fluff, humour, sacrilege, quite literally fucking in front of a crucifix, even i feel slightly guilty for writing it, strap-ons, rough sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mentions of masturbation, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader | MINORS DNI

A/N: SO... i did do some research for this fic... but only SOME... meaning some of the info may be incorrect fyi!!!

gif credit to evilly

Every Sunday since your dad joined the church as their choir leader, you’d been making yourself busy in advance just in case he’d ask if you wanted to come to the services. 

You were proud of your dad — really, you were — because he loved music and loved the community the church brought him, and the church was closeby to where your mom worked as an elementary school teacher, so your parents were able to work together when there were community events that involved both the school and the church.

Though, being happy for your dad didn’t mean you also had to be happy when he invited you to the services.

Sometimes you’d attend special occasions like Easter and other holidays and church events wherein your dad prepared his own assortment of music and such for the choir to play, but only because you were there to support him and what he was passionate about — music and community and his family.

Such events were big deals at the church he volunteered at because it was well-known for its large community; the church itself was closely connected to a nearby convent where it had close ties to the nunnery there, as well as having one of if not the most ornate architecture all preserved within a historically-significant religious landmark.

But for the last few weeks, he hadn’t asked you to go with him because he was so busy with the new influx of students joining from the Catholic elementary school your mom worked at; they were all there singing on the weekends for their volunteer hours, but at the very least, your dad said they were still enthusiastic and friendly kids.

So on the morning of one of the very rare occasions in which you hadn’t had anything planned for the Sunday because you weren’t expecting him to invite you as he hadn’t for the last while, your dad invited you to the service.

You could’ve truly made up an excuse and flat-out lied about being busy, but it’d been a while since he asked and you knew he’d been working hard with the new students in his group, so you supposed it wasn’t so much trouble to accept his offer, even if you did groan it out in a superficial fit about having to get out of bed earlier.

It wasn’t that you not being religious had anything major to do with avoiding going to church, because you didn’t entirely mind when your religious parents brought you to the services for special occasions, but rather because you didn’t very much have the patience or sufficient concern for the readings and worship to attend the nearly-two-hour services.

That was truly your most pressing issue with attending the Sunday services with your dad, but today was different, with an unexpected experience to make you dread going even more than you did previously.

“Excuse me?” a timid, unfamiliar voice chirped from behind you.

You turned to see a young woman standing by the doorway of the back hall where the entrance to the choir balcony was. 

Typically, you sat around there when your dad was conducting because you weren’t very involved in the church enough to sit at the pews nor were you part of the choir. 

But from where you were sitting, you weren’t entirely uninvolved as you could still see and hear the services — it was the perfect spot. 

“You aren’t allowed to sit here,” the young woman told you, running the pads of her two fingers along the edge of her sleeve. 

Her dark brown hair was neatly pulled back into a conservative bun and she was wearing a black plain dress with a modest plain scoop neckline to show the buttons and collar of the crisply-ironed long-sleeved white blouse underneath that all of the church’s nuns wore, but the simplicity of her outfit and the uncovering of her hair meant to you that she was presently studying at the church to become a nun. 

“I’m the choir dude’s daughter,” you said with a polite smile and looked away, expecting for your response to be all the elaboration she needed. 

In a way that was subtle with the intention not to be offensive but in that very manner was offensive in itself because of how irritating her caution was, the woman cleared her throat. 

“I-I know,” she pressed, “but this area isn’t open for seating. For anyone.”

When you didn’t answer for a moment as you stared at her, she quickly said, “I’m sorry. They told me to tell you.”

“I’ll find a spot in the pews,” you answered and collected your things. 

From the corner of your eye, it seemed that she wanted to offer a seating alternative just to make up for what she was forced to tell you, but there wasn’t very much else she could offer. 

That Thursday, you were back at the church to pick up an ironed uniform for your dad; it was for a special event set for the upcoming Sunday, and the church pressed it for him and everything. 

It was a nice gesture.

They were nice people.

On Thursdays, there were only morning services and events for children in another spacious room where they could colour and play with the church’s team leaders and nuns. 

But in the afternoon — which it now was — there wasn’t anything going on. 

When you arrived, the church was still and warm with gentle sunlight shining through the stained glass windows and casting a myriad of colours against the pews. 

You looked over your dad’s text again and walked through the directions he told you to take to get to the back halls of the church, just a few turns from the stairway that led up to the choir balcony. 

The room where you were to pick up the uniform was as pretty as the rest of the church; it was a small prayer room with a pedestal and stained windows and red carpeting, but it was much cozier and probably hadn’t been used for prayer for the group size it was designed for in a little while.

You could see through the glass door the folded uniform for your dad on the windowsill behind the pedestal with a name tag placed on top of it ready for pick-up along with a few other clothes for some other church volunteers. 

Upon entry, you closed the door quietly behind you and stepped into the room where you could now see a small table by the window and a familiar young woman sitting with a notebook, jotting a few things down from what looked like a leather-bound book. 

“Can I just get my dad’s uniform from there, or do I need to sign it off or something?” you asked, announcing your presence. 

She looked up from the notebook and at you then to the uniforms on the windowsill. 

“Oh, you’re…” She paused and thought for a moment. “The choir conductor’s daughter?”

“Yeah.”

“I can sign it off for you,” she replied and smiled. 

She stood from the table and walked around it to the uniforms, where a piece of paper was set beside the line of neatly-folded clothes.

You watched as she jotted down a few things onto the paper with a pen before carefully picking up the packaged uniform and turning to hand it to you.

“Thank you,” you answered. 

“Of course. Have a good day,” she replied and bid you a goodbye before heading back to the table by the window. 

You were on the way to leave the room, but you couldn’t, for some odd reason, take your eyes away from the way she lowered herself into her seat and resumed her notetaking. 

She didn’t notice when you changed your direction and walked towards the table she was sitting at until you were perhaps just a metre away from her, when she then looked up from her notes and up at you. 

“Did I give you the wrong uniform?” she asked, worried and now standing up from her chair. 

“No,” you answered quickly and waved your hand.

She stayed standing, curious as to why you walked back. 

“Hard at work?” you asked, pointing at her notebook. 

Confused for a moment, perhaps by your curiosity in speaking with her, she looked over to her notebook and then back at you with a friendly smile, “Yes, a little. They gave me something to study from. I’m just taking notes.”

Carefully, you reached forward and spun her notebook around so you could read it. 

Her curiosity seemed to spike when you leaned forward to read her notes, and she looked at you with a small smile. 

“Um,” she started awkwardly. “I want to apologise for earlier this week. For making you move seats.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you replied and looked up from her notes to smile at her reassuringly. “I know they just made you tell me because you’re new.”

The young woman seemed reassured, her shoulders even relaxing a bit when you said it. 

“You’re still… What do you call it? Like, you’re studying to be a nun here? Not fully one yet?”

She shook her head. 

“Yes, I’m in the study period before becoming a novitiate,” she answered. 

Your fingers ran over her delicate handwriting, feeling the indentations of her pen against the paper.

“To worship and submit,” you read aloud from the notebook. “Fascinating.”

She caught onto your twinge of sarcasm but approached it with humour, laughing a little and conceding, “It is a bit medieval, but an important quality, I’d presume.”

Reflecting suddenly on how young the woman seemed much younger than the other nuns, you asked her, “How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

She was a bit older than you, but still quite young.

Her hair was down now, though still neatly brushed and free of frizz and tucked behind her ears. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and an ankle-length black skirt patterned lightly with gardenias. 

“How did you get into wanting to be a nun, anyhow?” you asked and moved your attention away from the notebook and towards her. “You don’t seem like the type.”

“I-I don’t?” she inquired, almost sounding nervous at the implication that she wasn’t training herself properly. 

“I mean, pious and submissive — sure,” you said, referring to her notes, which made her seem a bit flustered, “but not like a nun.”

She questioned curiously, “More like…?”

After humming aloud in thought, you turned to her with your hip laying against the edge of the table and suggested, “Elementary school teacher. Vet. I don’t know, something like that.”

She was pretty — truly. 

Cute, even. 

“When I was younger, I wanted to be a vet,” she told you, smiling sweetly. 

“Changed your mind?”

“Younger as in quite young, perhaps around ten,” she recalled. “My parents are both rather religious and ever since I turned fourteen it’s always been their intention to have me join a congregation.”

Interest piqued, you asked, “And your intention for yourself was…?”

“For myself?” she repeated as if taken by surprise. 

You nodded once. 

She paused for a moment to hum thoughtfully before saying, “I was happy to follow whichever path my parents intended for me.”

“You find passion in nunnery?” you asked. “Genuine question — not judging.”

“Of course,” she answered. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you quickly checked it to see that your dad had messaged asking if you were able to pick up his uniform.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been holding you back from something,” the woman apologised and stepped to the side to allow you to leave.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket and adjusting your dad’s uniform in your hand, you replied, “No, not at all. My dad’s just impatient. I should get going now though, since here’s a few errands I have to run before noon.”

She nodded in understanding. 

“It was nice being able to talk with you,” she then said. “I haven’t been able to talk with very many people since I came here. It’s all just been about studying and the church.”

Before you left, you made sure to ask for her name, to which she replied telling you it was ‘Wanda.’

Cute name.

It’d been quite a while since you ever attended the services two weeks in a row. The last you did was during the last half of August the first year your dad started conducting the church choir, during which you had nothing else to do but wait for classes to start — so you went to the services.

This time, because the church was celebrating something special, your dad asked both you and your mother to attend the service because he’d been working on preparing a set of songs for the occasion.

Under the guise of being a supportive daughter, your parents didn’t second guess why you were so willing to attend the service this week, nor did they ask if there was a certain individual you were perhaps a bit excited to see again.

Truthfully, you couldn’t stop thinking of Wanda since you last saw her a few days ago. There was much to her you felt laid dormant and sleeping, awakened only just in the slightest during the conversation you had with her. She was kind and curious, but also painfully naive. 

She was a few years older than you but knew far less about the truth of her own ambitions and strayed perhaps not even a foot’s distance away from behind her parents’ shadows.

Wanda was interesting, but intrigued you for far too long for her to be only that. Though you couldn’t very well figure out what it was about her that made her bounce around in your head like a pinball until an unassuming evening.

It was sincerely an unrelated act when you first started, travelling your hand down between your legs in the silence of the evening to relieve yourself of the pent-up stress from classes that’d come over you during the last few days.

Truly, it was completely unrelated to Wanda and anything and everything about her when you started, and even during, until you reached your peak of release and found your imagination flashing with curiosities about what she looked like under her garments, how she’d squeal if you spanked her ass and if she’d like it, or how she’d cry out in sheer pleasure if you forced her down and made her take her spankings regardless.

For a moment afterwards there was guilt, but every day onwards there was curiosity, wondering for hours about what you’d seen when you reached that point of pleasure during which Wanda was your only muse.

You’d like to tell yourself it was only that curiosity that guided your willingness to attend the service with your parents, but it was something else entirely too — something completely carnal.

For the first hour of the service, Wanda was still nowhere to be seen. Because of the church’s connections with its convent, the nuns had a large role in some of the day-to-day happenings, but mostly during important church events like what you were presently attending.

Wanda wasn’t a nun yet; she was yet to be even a novitiate as she had mentioned, and so perhaps she just didn’t get to attend events like these. 

Though you personally found that counter-productive, you weren't one to complain about the convent’s decisions, but you did wish you got to see Wanda.

If she wasn’t one to be able to attend such events, when would you see her next?

After coming to the realisation that you probably just weren’t going to see her today or perhaps even for a little while, you excused yourself after having been present for nearly all of your dad’s song arrangements and with enough time to be able to be back from the washroom with well-enough time to catch the rest of his songs.

To your surprise, you saw the very woman who’d been on your mind for the last hour was sitting in the hall by the stairway that led up to the choir balcony. She was wearing the same outfit as she had been the first time you met her, with her hair done up in the same way too.

“Excuse me, but you aren’t allowed to sit here,” you teased, approaching from the right and walking into the hallway.

She quickly swiped at her eyes and began to apologise before she raised her head and saw it was you who had spoken to her, and you who now stood beside the bench she was sitting on.

Though she smiled and seemed relieved and happy to see you, you could tell that she’d just been crying — alone in this hallway away from the service and the nuns and sitting at the far end of the bench so as not to be seen by the people attending the mass.

Wanda stood, running her palms down the sides of her dress with a friendly smile while saying, “You’re here.”

“Yeah,” you answered distractedly as you focused on the slight redness of her eyes and the tip of her nose. 

You then asked once you were sure she’d been crying, “Are you okay?”

Suddenly feeling self-conscious after realising it must've been obvious that she’d been crying, Wanda carefully wiped under her eyes again and even tried making herself seem less dishevelled by tucking her hair behind her ears before you took her hands away from her face and made her stop fidgeting with her appearance.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?” you pressed.

Dismissively as to not bring any more attention to herself, she told you, “It’s really nothing. It’s nothing to bother you with.”

“I wanna be bothered,” you answered lightheartedly. “Come on.”

Wanda smiled at your gaiety and you urged her to tell you what was wrong once more before she finally exhaled in surrender though she didn’t sit down before speaking, implying that in spite of the fact of giving in to you, she wasn’t very well planning on delving too deep into what had been bothering her.

“Earlier today, I had accidentally misplaced the leather book I’d been studying from — the one you saw me with a few days prior, if you can remember,” she said. “And I was scolded terribly for it. It was quite deserving as it was an important collection of notes and such, so I do not question from where my scolding had come, but it seems to me that all I’ve done since I started here is get myself in trouble with the other nuns.”

Here, you tried taking her hand and urging her to sit down, but she wouldn’t, and slipped her fingers out of your hold.

“They found the book in one of the small prayer rooms I’d been studying in, so at the very least it was not a mistake of ruining the integrity of the book by losing it completely, but rather the very principle of having been given something so important and misplacing it,” she continued.

Wanda swallowed and seemed to be contemplating whether to go into more detail, and you could tell that there was something else that had been bothering her that didn’t exactly have to do with misplacing the book.

Before she had the chance to make a decision, there was a passerby who came from the service in search of the restrooms, which interrupted Wanda’s train of thought as she and the man exchanged a brief hello.

“We can go somewhere else,” you offered, taking her hand and heading down the hallway with her. She didn’t take her hand away from you this time, but instead told you that she only needed time to be on her own and that she was fine now. 

The only other place you knew was the prayer room you picked your dad’s uniform up in, and fortunately it was unlocked.

You ushered Wanda into the room and she smiled at you from behind and you led her forward to one of the front seats in front of the altar, regarding you with admiration for the effort you put into wanting to express your concern for her and make sure she felt heard. 

The early morning beams of light shone through the stained glass like they had that afternoon you’d come here a few days prior, but the room was far less stuffy now, familiar and almost reminiscent of something nostalgic. 

The feeling could easily be because of the fact that you’d been envisioning what you could remember from it nearly every hour since that past Thursday, with the room in the background of your mental portrait of Wanda. 

She settled down in the seat beside you, feeling encouraged more so because she wanted now to be closer to you rather than solely to sit and talk about what had been bothering her. 

But she could partake in the latter if that was what you asked of her — and it was. 

“I know that I hardly know you, but I’ve been here for nearly a whole month and you are the person I feel closest to,” she confessed.

You felt flattered, though you knew telling you that she felt close to you wasn’t exactly the point of why she said that. 

Wanda further reflected aloud, “I’m getting nowhere I’m supposed to, not finding the call to God like both my parents and the nuns told me about though I have even given it plenty of time. I studied English in college and yet can find not even a little interest in my religious readings.”

While she thought in silence for a moment, you didn’t interrupt her. 

When she found the words to verbalise what she’d been meaning to say, she began with a question: “Do you remember when you asked what my own intentions were for myself? On Thursday?”

You nodded. 

“It’s ridiculous, but I can’t even recall the last time I sincerely asked that to myself, but perhaps in shallower terms, such as wondering where I might be in a few years or what I might do with my time in the convent.

“But never what I wanted — never who I wanted to be.”

After a moment, when you were sure she wasn’t trying to find words to express herself nor contemplating whether to say something, you asked, “And do you know who you want to be?”

For a brief moment — half of one, really — Wanda looked thoughtful, and then she said and gestured to her clothing and the prayer room, “Not this.”

“So then, what?” you inquired further. 

You teased, “A vet?”

Wanda giggled and sat back a bit in her seat. “Perhaps if I were ten,” she said. 

Then more seriously, she added, “But now, I’m not very sure.”

“How did you come to realise what you were interested in?” Wanda asked. “For example, your studies. What are you studying?”

She was talking fast, obviously very invested in your conversation together and also rather curious about you. 

You thought that was cute; you liked Wanda. 

“I’m studying philosophy,” you told her to which she straightened and was eager to hear more about. “But with studies, it’s different, because you’re talking about more personal matters. Academics are far different from personal paths.”

Wanda seemed a bit disappointed because she was looking for a definite answer, but what you explained certainly made sense to her. 

She pondered about something then instead asked, “So about personal matters, then. What about those?”

“What about them?”

“Give me a principle to follow,” she sought. “Something I might be able to apply here. Something as general as you’d like it to be, but applicable.”

Her steadily growing smile made it clear that though she was certainly looking for advice, she also thoroughly enjoyed exchanging quips with you and exploring more about you. 

In a way, she was as eager to learn about you than how to help herself, if not more so. 

You hummed thoughtfully and Wanda watched as you were deep in thought. 

“A principle for you,” you said, “could easily be that it’s okay to be selfish, to think only of yourself when you’ve spent so long doing anything else.”

Wanda asked, slightly amused but far more curious, “You recommend hedonism?” 

“To you?”

She nodded. 

You replied, “Indubitably.”

If you hadn’t already been thinking of Wanda in painfully great amounts before that morning, then you certainly were afterwards. 

The third week came around and by then Wanda was banging against every square inch of your skull like an intruder, necessitating the need to be seen and thought of every other minute in any way you could.

Perhaps the relationship you developed with her thus far was one of friendship and nothing more, yet her persistence that never strayed too far from your mind seemed to you that she had become reminiscent of something greater than a platonic figure. 

In any case, you had to muster the ability to ask your dad in the most nonchalant manner you could if it were possible for you attend Sunday’s service. 

You did it in a way that did not make it seem to him that you were about to become a familiar face in the church, but rather that someone had simply happened to ask you for help during the last service and wondered if you might be able to attend the next — which is quite literally what you told him. 

It wasn’t a lie. 

Not even when you said that it was a young woman who was studying to become a novitiate at the convent that was curious about the choir and the other volunteers and had asked you about it last week, because Wanda did truly ask about the choir and the other people who volunteered at the church once. 

But that wasn’t at all the reason why you wanted to attend the service that Sunday. 

“Y/N,” a voice called in a hushed tone when you passed the hallway leading up to the choir stairway where your dad had already walked up towards. 

You slipped away from the people filing into the pews and quickly came to Wanda’s side. 

“Don’t you have places to be aside from fraternising with the guests?” you teased as she took your wrist and led you towards the room you both seemed to like talking in the most. 

“After last week’s ordeal with the book, I’ve been put on some kind of probation from participating in the services so I have more time to study independently,” she told you, not seeming particularly worried.

She added, “On Sundays, the convent is rather empty, so they wouldn’t notice that I’m off not studying. Though I could very well say I chose to study in one of the extra prayer rooms here.”

“And I’m sure they remember how much you love the prayer rooms here,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows at your reference to her having lost the book in one of them. 

Wanda faked a laugh in the driest manner you’d ever heard and you nudged her arm to which she told you to stop joking around with her so she could tell you something important. 

She closed the prayer room door and sat you down beside her. 

From a small bag on the chair to her left, she pulled out a small dictionary. 

Here, you were tempted to make fun of her and ask why she was carrying around a dictionary so tiny, but you recalled that she had wanted to ask you about something serious. 

She flipped open to a page she had bookmarked. 

“Hedonism,” she read aloud. “In philosophy, the belief that pleasure and the absence of pain is the most important principle in determining the morality of an action.”

Wanda looked up at you from the dictionary. “This is what you meant?” she asked. 

You nodded. 

Curiously, you inquired, “Do you agree with it?”

She looked back down to the page in which had written three definitions of hedonism, the third being the one defined by philosophy. 

The first two you could not quite read upside down. 

“I have never heard of it in such detail before the time you mentioned it last week,” she said, running her eyes over the words in contemplation, “but it’s interesting.”

“What would be your first endeavour to pleasure, if you had to make a guess?” you asked her.

Wanda ran over the words of the definition again with her eyes, perhaps still deep in thought about it or absently doing so while she contemplated an answer to your question. 

“My first?” she repeated. 

You looked down at the dictionary page now that she was holding it at a slightly different angle that oriented the letters better for you. 

The first definition read, ‘Pursuit of pleasure.’

And the second — you had to tip your head to the side a bit to decipher it — read, ‘Sensual self-indulgence.’

During your deep concentration, Wanda had come to an answer to your question, and it wasn’t until she leaned forward and kissed your unsuspecting lips that you realised she had even stopped looking at the page. 

It was the uttering of her muffled words against your lips that triggered something deep within you, perhaps equally as restrained as her own. 

An unfinished sentence, but one on its own nonetheless. 

‘I want…’ she had uttered, breathless and with one hand cupping your cheek and feeling with the pads of her fingers the softness of your skin. 

With that, you hastily reached forward and grasped at her ass, lifting her from her seat and stripping her down so she was in nothing but her undergarments. 

The paths of your nails streaked red against her pale skin while you devoured her every step of the way, your lips following every inch of skin that became exposed to you while your hands made quick work of unzipping her dress and unbuttoning her blouse. 

She sighed when you kissed her breasts and squeezed your hands around her waist and hips, taking her selfishly and finally spreading her legs and sitting her down in your lap. 

“Are you…” you began between breaths, pausing to figure out your wording and sitting back in your seat to look at her. “Have you had sex?”

Wanda giggled, finding your question amusing. “Of course I have,” she replied and took your hands and placed them on her hips again. 

“Cocky,” you jested, hooking your thumb under the clasp of her bra and releasing it so it snapped against her back, causing her to arch her body into you with a soft gasp. “Thought you might’ve been abstinent or something.”

“I don’t mean to be cocky,” she said in a low voice. “But I am certainly not abstinent.”

“Should I be jealous?”

“Only if you choose to be.”

“I choose to be,” you said with conviction. “So for whom should I be jealous, then?”

“College students.”

You gasped superficially.

“You fuck college students? Exclusively?”

“No!” she laughed. “I mean I haven’t been very active since my time in college.”

“Haven’t had sex since college?”

She corrected, “I didn’t mean that either.”

“So what did you mean?”

“This conversation is like pulling teeth.”

“Why? You want me to fuck you hard against this floor right now, baby?” you asked. The very crudeness of your words, albeit teasing, made Wanda’s breath hitch, and so within that reaction you found her first tell. “No foreplay or anything?”

“This isn’t foreplay?”

“Hardly.”

“Then what is?” she asked though sounding slightly pouty about it. 

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re all turned on and impatient from just that. Teasing gets you off?” you pressed. “Didn’t even have to be told how I wanna see your gorgeous ass bruise when I fuck your cunt from behind like you’re my sick little fucktoy whore?”

Her hips twitched. 

“Y/N…” she muttered, perhaps out of impatience or forewarning for how you were teasing her, either way you could not tell and weren’t very rushed in trying to figure it out. 

You pulled her bra down and released one of her breasts, slapping it lightly with your fingers and causing her to gasp before pinching one of her sensitive pink buds. 

There would be no indulging her past what you were willing to indulge; you were careful not to touch her more than what was intentional. 

You bucked your hips up under the guise of adjusting your seating, grinding your stiff cock against the soaking panties which were now beginning to soak your pants. 

Her cunt was sensitive beyond the thin fabric, causing the strap to rub her perfectly through her soft, swollen folds; you could practically hear how sticky she was without even looking. 

“What is that?” she quickly asked, looking down between her thighs. She tried moving back to get a better look, but you quickly held onto her hip with your other hand and pulled her harshly back to her original position, making her throbbing clit rub directly onto your cock. 

A strangled yelp was breathed past her lips. 

“Don’t move unless I tell you to, you understand?” you told her. 

She nodded.

“Everywhere else in this building, there is only one God, but here in this room, I am yours. You will listen to what I tell you and take what I give you, even if it hurts. You’ll be grateful that I make you hurt as much as you will when I give you pleasure.”

In spite of everything, Wanda repressed a tiny smile and said, “You’re scary when you’re authoritative with me.”

You laughed through your nose and replied, “I can get scarier.”

Her smile widened into a grin and Wanda’s hand came to the back of your neck when you leaned forward and kissed her, one arm circling around her waist and carefully slipping her off your lap as you stood from your seat. 

“We’ll get caught,” she voiced concern against your lips.

“Then be the lookout.” 

You made sure she didn’t trip on her way up to the podium, and soon you had her chest laid flat against the lectern and facing the front doors, the shadow of the large crucifix behind the both of you casted against the red carpet from the morning sun shining from behind the stained glass. 

Wanda listened as you unzipped your pants and when she made an attempt to turn her head and look at what you were doing, you put your other hand against her upper back and pressed her back down, reducing her line of sight to your face and shoulder and nothing else. 

Her clothed cunt was prodded at, the stiff tip of your strap finding her hole through her panties and nudging at it teasingly. She groaned impatiently and reached back to take hold of your hand, to grab onto anything and urge you forward.

In response, you spanked her harshly and made Wanda yelp out in surprise and wince.

“You dirty, impatient slut,” you spat.

She immediately whimpered, “I’m sorry, daddy.”

That satisfied something in you that you hadn’t even known you wanted, and you were more than happy to share in that satisfaction.

You hummed and tucked a finger under the waistband of Wanda’s panties, making her twitch impatiently while also doing her best to listen to her orders. Then you laid your hand flat against her lower back, rubbing her supportively and making a warm flush form across her face.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Wanda?” you asked, looking up her bent-over half-naked body to the back of her head.

She nodded.

“Good girl,” she confirmed with a nod.

Gently, you squeezed her ass and danced your fingers up to the waistband of her panties that you finally pulled down, exposing her gorgeous, glistening cunt.

It took just as much resistance from you not to shove your cock right into her as much as it took Wanda to not thrust her hips back and grind her clit against your strap.

“Why don’t you tell me all you’ve been studying about the last little while?” you said, running a hand down her ass and sliding a thumb into her pussy, feeling heaps of pride with the way you slipped inside with no resistance. 

She was incredibly wet and so, so warm.

Distracted by the way your thumb probed shallowly at her hole, giving her just enough pleasure to make her throb but just short of enough to satisfy her entirely, it took Wanda a few moments to regain her focus before she finally asked, “S-Studying? About what?”

“You’re a smart girl, Wanda,” you encouraged, slowly sliding your thumb out and grazing the pad of it lightly over her swollen slit and across the hood of her clit. “Methods on how to be a proper nun. For example, swear yourself to the Lord, abstain from sex, so on and so forth.”

Wanda swallowed and tried her best to focus with the way your thumb began spreading her cunt out, revealing to you the glistening folds of her pussy. She began stuttering and finally squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to be able to recall some of her studies.

“Um, there was…” she uttered and ran her fingers along the edge of the wooden lectern, “living in modesty; not showing off one’s body in any crude manner, not partaking in pleasures of the flesh.”

Three of your fingers began rubbing slow circles against Wanda’s hole, squelching against her dripping cunt and making her tremble and moan shakily.

“And what next?” you asked.

“I-I can’t… Can’t focus…” she told you helplessly.

Your thumb flicked at her clit and Wanda’s body jerked forward. 

“One more,” you urged. “Come on. Give me one more good one and I’ll fuck you with my cock. You want that, don’t you?”

Intentionally, you began to focus on her clit now, having your index finger graze it as your middle and ring finger slowly began delving in and out of her sticky hole, purposefully making it even more difficult for Wanda to find the words for herself.

“I want… I want that,” she shuddered, hanging her head and squeezed her eyes shut again.

“So, then, give me one more.”

Wanda’s breathing deepened as she tried her hardest to focus. 

With every intention to make it more difficult for her, you reached up with your other hand and pulled her bra down, allowing you access to knead her breast and feel her nipple harden against the palm of your hand.

She whimpered into her arm and bit down on her bottom lip.

You stepped forward and removed your fingers from her cunt to rub the length of your strap through her pussy, wet fingers taking hold of its base and running it through her swollen folds.

“A-Ah, Y/N, please…” she mewled, though neither of you were quite sure whether she was begging for you to stop and allow her to think thoroughly or for you to have mercy on her completely and just fuck her.

“One more,” you reiterated and aligned the tip of your cock with her entrance. 

You placed both hands on her hips and began pulling her backwards, fucking her shallowly and watching her pussy take your cock with just as much anticipation as Wanda was struggling to withhold.

She hugged around you beautifully and it was truly only the tip; you couldn’t wait another moment to fuck her until she was begging for you to fuck her until it hurt.

“A-Another,” she finally trembled out, “is to be, by nature, a woman of submission, to worship your God and seek no amount of personal domination over–”

Fully satisfied with her answer and terribly impatient yourself, your fingernails dug into Wanda’s hips and you jerked her ass back against you, forcing her to take your entire cock in one swift movement.

She cried out and you wrapped a hand around her waist, running your nails down her side and feeling an inexplicable need to mark her, to cause her pain, to reduce her to a whimpering trembling, bruised mess so cock-drunk that all she’d feel for the next three days is the aftermath of being rough-fucked like a slut.

“Hit me, please, daddy,” she begged, wrapping her fingers around the edge of the lectern and arching her back.

So you did — repeatedly. 

You spanked Wanda over and over, having the sound of your palm meeting her ass echo through the room and only reiterating to the both of you how she was much less of a nun or a student or any reflection of purity, but a braindead nympho whore good for nothing but getting her pussy fucked raw.

She was a loud fuck, crying out in whimpers and moans and other strings of partially-comprehensible words telling you how good your cock felt and how much she loved getting fucked by you.

The playing organs and belting choir playing during the service muffled Wanda out, but Jesus Christ, if any of them out there had been able to hear her getting fucked down the hallway, they might just think for a moment that it was the calling of an angel or at least something in some way divine.

But none of them would ever know what it looked like to fuck Wanda from behind, pulling her up with their hand around her neck so you had access to slap her face and spit into her mouth like you could, pinching her clit and fucking her through to her third orgasm.

How beautiful she looked, sweaty and a mess with her long brown hair fanned out and stuck in strands against her back, crying out in equal parts pain and pleasure and finding herself incredibly pleased by being used like a filthy object.

And you’d make sure no one else could get the chance to see the sight but you.

“I’m gonna come again, Y/N,” she cried, breasts pressed against the cold wood of the lectern and arms pressed against her back. “This is my last, please, I can’t take anymore.”

You let go of her wrists and wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her from the lectern. She was arched at a slight angle so your arm could assist in continuing to fuck her, but she was now much closer, and she was now able to loll her head back against your shoulder.

“This is the closest thing a slut like you will ever get to heaven, angel,” you told her, kissing her temple. “Make your God proud and come on my cock, filthy bitch.”

Wanda reached back and held onto you for support while her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting as a silent cry escaped her, her third and final orgasm coming over her without mercy.

You squeezed at her breast and leaned your head down and bit at her shoulder and up the back of her neck, getting in as many markings of your ownership as you could.

She sighed out and uttered your name, to which you ran your hands up her stomach, one hand moving up to her face and gently tilting her head over so you could kiss her lips.

Her knees buckled out and you carefully set her down on the floor before sitting down beside her. Wanda panted heavily into your chest, one hand on your knee and the other arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

You had your arms around her waist, rubbing her back supportively and whispering in her ear words upon words of how beautiful she looked, how good she’d been for you, then soon confessing how much you’d been thinking of her over the last few weeks, how much of your mind she occupied and how much of your time you spent thinking of her.

Wanda liked hearing that last part most, but she particularly enjoyed when you told her how it felt to masturbate to her, to imagine her looking up at you and choking on your cock at your final point of release, and how really being with her was plenty more enjoyable and, quite frankly, more beautiful than you ever could’ve fantasised about on your own. 

The both of you were on your knees, sweaty with the labour of sex and kneeling in each other’s arms at the foot of the towering crucifix, whispering and giggling to each other all the equally sweet and dirty confessions you could exchange before the service was over.

[milfmuses]

y’all- I fucking can’t- LOOK AT HER

Hot chocolate, anyone? 

[milfmuses]

Sleepy Showers

A/N: Hi hornies! I wrote this fic randomly and thought I should serve the sapphics more delicious Larissa content. Please make sure to read the warnings, and as always, feel free to leave comments and suggestions! Many thanks to the wonderful @weemssapphic​ for yet another beta read. Your kindness is overwhelmingly appreciated.

Larissa Weems x femreader

Summary: A morning shower turns into a steamy session when Larissa decides to shapeshift her most intimate parts...

Warnings: fluff, smut, g!p Larissa, Reader receiving, handjob, penetration, creampie

As you wake, the comforting weight of your lover’s arm over your torso almost lulls you back to sleep. However, you need to begin the day and get ready for work. You are a teacher at Nevermore, one that Larissa found herself infatuated with. You obviously returned her feelings. Things blossomed quickly after she gained the courage to ask you out on a date. Over time, your love for each other grew and now you both have a shared studio living area in the staff wing of the school. Your relationship can only be described as sweet, romantic, and loving. You find joy in the little things, always bringing Larissa flowers to brighten up her office, and buying her favorite lipstick when you notice it running low. She enjoys sneaking into your room between classes to bring food and sometimes you’ll return to your apartment, immediately noticing the envelope that you know contains a love letter she writes with passion. You even set aside time each week to have a special dinner or date night, usually opting for a nice restaurant, spending time afterward in the comfort of your bed watching movies, and then making love. Life is wonderful, and Larissa has brought you happiness beyond anything you’ve felt before.

Rolling over slowly, you face the woman of your dreams. Her blonde curls are tousled from sleep, her pale skin glowing in the morning light, and her plump lips stained a faint red hue from her daily choice of lipstick. The steady rising and falling of her chest accompanied by soft breaths brings you peace as you gaze upon your partner with nothing but awe and adoration.

Not wanting to interrupt her slumber, you place a gentle kiss on her forehead and begin lifting her arm away from your waist. Before you can roll back over and rise from the bed, a deep inhale sounds from beside you. You watch as Larissa’s eyes open and she groggily blinks away her exhaustion. Bright blue eyes peer into your own, the corners crinkling as a smile overtakes her face seeing your state of sleepiness.

“Good morning my love, are you heading to the shower?”

“Good morning angel, yes I’ve gotta get ready earlier today since I have a meeting with a student about a project before my first class.”

Larissa pouts when you mention having to leave bed early, wanting you to stay in the warmth of her arms for a while longer.

“I know you are being grumpy but you look so cute! Here, let me check my phone in case to confirm with the student.”

You roll over and pick up your phone from the nightstand, opening your emails and finding a new message sent just before midnight.

Hi Ms. L/N,

I started feeling sick tonight and will have to miss the meeting tomorrow morning. Maybe I can find a time to meet with you tomorrow if I feel better. Sorry for the late notice, I will keep you updated and let you know my availability for a rescheduled meeting time.

Thank you

Your face lights up knowing that you now have a free morning with the goddess of a woman next to you.

“Good news Riss! Well, I mean not technically good news since my student is out sick, but we have the morning to ourselves!”

Instantly, Larissa’s face brightens and she yanks you back over to her in a messy hug. 

“Thank goodness, how could I ever be deprived of my darling girl?”

You laugh and pull away, an idea forming in your head for a fun morning plan.

“Would you want to take a shower with me? You know how much I love holding you in the water especially now that you had a second shower head installed to keep us both warm.”

That stunning grin you absolutely adore beams back at you and she kisses your cheek affectionately.

“Of course I would, sleepy showers are the best with you, my dear.”

Both of you roll over to your respective sides of the bed, standing hesitantly on tired legs from just having woken up. Larissa winks at you and sways her hips teasingly as she makes her way over to the bathroom. You shake your head playfully at her antics, but don’t pass up the chance to ogle her round ass sitting perfectly in her pajama pants. Following her in a trance, you wince as your feet hit the cold bathroom tile. She gingerly opens the shower door and turns on the water, steam beginning to fog up the frosted glass as it heats up.

“My sleepy girl, let’s get you undressed for me. You know how much I love taking off your clothes…”

With a smirk, your girlfriend lifts the hem of your shirt, your stomach immediately reacting with goosebumps to the temperature. Your breasts fall into place, nipples standing hard against the chilly air. Larissa takes a second to bite her lip in arousal but pulls the shirt completely off your body.

“My my, someone appears a bit cold. Don’t worry, I’ll get you warmed up and take care of those gorgeous breasts.”

You blush at her flirtatious words and bring your arms over your bare chest, trying to heat up your freezing skin.

“Well, it’s only fair that you take care of what’s yours…”

She chuckles at your response, loving how you put up with her mischief and always play along. As to not keep you in the cold for too long, she lowers the waistband of your pants and lets the loose pajamas fall to the floor. You swear you felt a hand brush against your mound when she lifted her arms back up as she stood straight but you ignore it for now, impatient to get in the hot water.

“May I undress you too Rissa? Or should I get in now and wait for you there?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and step in love? I see you shivering, my poor angel. I’ll be quick, I want to spend every second I have giving you affection.”

With a pink hue gracing your cheeks, you shuffle over to the shower and step through the door. Marble walls stretch upwards, and white warm flooring is now comfortable against your feet compared to the harsh tile on the other side of the blurred glass that faces the rest of the bathroom. A bench attached to the wall has an assortment of soaps and gels neatly arranged in the corner. An instant sigh of relaxation and ease leaves your mouth, your body melting under the steady stream. 

Through the clouded glass, you make out the distinct shape of your lover removing her clothes. Her head tilts back as her shirt falls to the floor and the silhouette of her perky breasts makes your breath catch in your throat. She bends down and takes off her pants, revealing the supple swell of her ass that compliments her long silken thighs. 

Closing your eyes and bringing your hands to smooth back your now-soaked hair, you hear the door open and shut. You open your eyes and take in the sight of your naked girlfriend which freezes your body entirely. 

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do. Now come here before I eat you alive, you sexy woman.”

With a chuckle, Larissa steps forward and takes you in her arms. Her chest presses against yours, the squish making your cheeks deepen to a scarlet color. Her tall frame causes your face to rest against her shoulder, tender lips finding the top of your head.

Standing there silently, her arms wrapped around you in safety and comfort, with her soft skin against yours and nothing but love swirling around your brain is heaven. After staying still, savoring the beautiful moment, you feel her hand inch lower until it finds your butt. She gives it a squeeze, not missing how your breath hitches and you push your hips back into her hand. 

“Darling, how are you so incredibly divine? You have no idea how badly I want to engrave the image of you in my mind to keep forever. Luckily, I have you all to myself for however long you’ll allow me.”

Leaning back you stare up at her with adoring eyes, capturing those blue orbs that always have you mesmerized.

“My love, you have me forever. My heart belongs to you and I will cherish yours until the end of time. I love you Larissa.”

Her eyes observe you with total fondness, sincerity in her voice as she speaks.

“I love you too darling, you will be treated like a princess because that is what you are to me. If you want a kiss? You’ll have one. Maybe cuddles? Of course, my arms are open and eager. If you want me to worship you? Well, I will already be doing that as usual.”

You giggle and bring your hand to the back of her head, gently pushing her down towards your lips for a sweet kiss. Her mouth moves in tandem with your own, passion entangled in the way she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, emitting a moan and then releasing it to use her tongue to explore. Your body tingles and your core throbs, the sloppy sounds of the kiss and how she hungrily devours your mouth turning you on severely. Pulling away to gasp for air, Larissa pouts with a whine.

“Rissa love, you’re making me squirm. Would you want to…?”

With a proud grin, Larissa seductively peers down at you, causing chills to run up your spine.

“Normally I would make you use your words, but I really want to try something this morning and I want to make sure you are comfortable with it.”

Your eyebrow raises in question, not knowing what she could possibly be thinking of.

“My love, I was hoping to use my shapeshifting abilities to… change my lower half. Would you be okay with letting me fuck you with a real cock? It’s just an idea and as always, we will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

The idea intrigues you and in your mind, the picture of Larissa fucking you with reddened cheeks from how you feel around her drives you wild. Not to mention, being filled by not only her cock, but her cum as well is something you’ve been fantasizing about. 

“Yes! I mean- yes, Rissa, I would really love that. I love you and I want you to feel every part of me, including the deepest parts that will bring you pleasure.”

Releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, your girlfriend excitedly hugs you and whispers in your ear.

“Good thing I know exactly which strap you love the most. I’ll just shift my cock to match exactly how you like it.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, you continue resting in her embrace as she shifts. You gasp as something rubs at your lower belly and you turn beet-red knowing what it is. Larissa groans when her cock grows against your body, the length squeezing between your smooth stomachs. Tilting your head back to watch her reactions, you hear a whimper and widen your eyes at how adorable yet sexy she is. Larissa pants as her hips softly rock to rub herself against you. Her eyes are shut tightly and rosy cheeks flush as small whimpers continuously exit her open mouth.

“Does that feel good baby? You look so pretty rubbing yourself against me. I feel how hard you are oh god- let me help you, sweet girl.”

Her eyes meet yours and she yelps as your hand grasps her hardness. 

“Are you sensitive, my love? Poor baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Speechless in both exhilaration and overwhelming emotion, she intently focuses on your face. Your hand starts moving up and down, jerking her off with delicate strokes. Her breaths stutter and it takes an immense amount of effort for her hips to not fuck up into your hand.

“L-Love, yes god- feels… so good. Darling- I- I love you-”

With a sensual smile, you lean forward and capture her lips with your own. She whimpers into your mouth as your hand rubs her cock lovingly. Your pussy throbs and drips uncontrollably, her angelic sounds fueling the fire in your lower belly. 

“I love you too Rissa, are you ready to fuck me? Is that what you want baby?”

“Ye-yes please Y/N, please I need you-”

Her begging spurs on your dominance. Larissa typically takes on the dominant role but these moments when she is submissive and needy melt your heart.

“Okay love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you pretty baby.”

She shudders when you remove your hand. Turning around, you press your ass back into her, making her groan with her cock now pushed between your cheeks. You smirk to yourself and bend forward, presenting your backside to her. You lift a foot up and place it on the bench. Your cunt is soaked and Larissa is hypnotized, her cock throbbing and twitching, completely aroused by your bare ass and dripping arousal.

“Go ahead Riss, I know you can’t resist…”

Not hesitating and more than ready to enter you, she lines herself up with your sopping hole and pushes in.

“Oh fuck!”

She moans obscenely and grips your hips hard, the way your walls take her in and tightly clench around her length makes it hard to hold back. If she wasn’t so determined to fuck you as you deserve, she would have come as soon as she bottomed out. The stretch feels delicious, her warm cock filling you entirely. It feels similar to your favorite strapon, but there are obvious differences like the soft warmth of her skin and the way you can feel each subtle twitch and throb inside of you.

“Larissa- oh my god- please fuck me.”

Your lover immediately pulls out, leaving about an inch inside, and then thrusts back in. Her hips pound into you hungrily and she grunts with exertion and effort holding back her approaching climax. 

“Yes! Fuck me- god yes!”

“Yeah? You like that- darling? Take- ngh- take it baby-”

Wet slaps of her hips against your backside sound throughout the steamy shower and you brace yourself against the wall with your hands. Your breasts swing back and forth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. She leans forward and kisses your back, nipping and sucking marks onto your skin while still gripping your hip with one hand and groping your tits with the other. Her hips lose rhythm and you recognize how her breathing gets shallow and her moans increase in pitch. She is getting close and so are you. Nearing the edge, you need a push to reach your orgasm. Luckily, your girlfriend knows your body well enough.

“Darling- I’m gonna- I’m close, please- I want you to cum with me- mmm ngh-”

She reaches the hand clinging onto your breasts down and parts your lips to find your swollen clit. Two fingers circle the sensitive nub expertly.

“Baby- fuck! Rissa gonna- cumming-”

Intense waves of pleasure overtake your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls flutter and tighten, causing Larissa to thrust once more and release herself. A strangled moan departs her mouth, and her pulsing cock shoots hot cum deep inside of you. Her entire body feels rapturous as she quietly mutters “I love you” over and over. Coming down from your highs, you both pant heavily and she rests her weight on top of you. She stays inside, loving how she keeps you full of her cum with throbs of post-orgasm bliss. Once you come back down from paradise and catch your breath, Larissa speaks softly.

“I’m going to pull out, darling- I’ll go slow and you let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”

Her cock carefully inches out, you wince at the emptiness but love how cum leaks out of you. Larissa watches in awe as white juices plop onto the shower floor, your cunt looks beyond alluring. 

“Good job my love, you did so well! I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me do that, I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved it.”

Surprisingly, she becomes shy and you turn your head to see her looking down trying to hide the obvious blush on her gorgeous face. 

“Thank you for fucking me like that Riss, I definitely want to do it again sometime. I enjoyed it more than you know.”

You set your foot down and straighten your back at the same time, rotating around to face the love of your life. Larissa studies your exhaustion and sexily disheveled post-orgasm state. Your chest rises and falls steadily. Cum now slides down your thighs and red marks adorn your hips from where she gripped you. You are the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, and at this moment, she can barely function seeing you like this. 

“You are so beautiful, I love you. Let me hold you for a bit before we have to clean up and get ready for work. First, I’m going to shift back.”

She closes her eyes once more and concentrates, morphing back to the stunning lower intimacy that you worship endlessly whenever possible. 

“I love you too Rissa. Although I loved you fucking me like that, I have to say I missed this dearly.”

You cup her center and move to kiss her with so much love. You both smile into it and then settle into a comfortable embrace. Your head rests against her chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of the blonde angel that you are lucky to call yours. She holds you protectively, placing her cheek on the top of your head and passing her body heat to you. Intimacy like this between you and Larissa, standing in the middle of the shower as warm water soothes your bodies, is something you will cherish until time stops.

[milfmuses]

Assistant Captain

A/N: Phasma fic time! This is a long fic, so get comfy and prepare for a little fun ;) Comments requesting fic ideas are always welcome! I love feedback, especially with your thoughts and reactions. Many many thanks to the lovely @weemssapphic​ for being a beta reader, I look up to you sm! Please go check out her blog <3

Captain Phasma x femreader

Summary: Becoming the right hand to Captain Phasma has some unforeseen results. After moving into her quarters, your ever-growing feelings for your superior blossom.

Warnings: rough smut, fluff, masturbation, strapon (reader receiving), soft and dominant Phasma, submissive reader, use of safeword, filthy dirty talk

Today was the day. You had been waiting eagerly to prove yourself to Captain Phasma and become her right hand. The Captain requested skilled soldiers and lieutenants like yourself for interviews, searching for the one to aid her against the Resistance by her side. As a self-taught skilled fighter and educated lieutenant, you immediately prepared for the opportunity once the Captain made the announcement. 

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You march confidently down the flagship halls, making your way toward Phasma’s office. You straighten your hat and uniform collar, wanting to present yourself as a professional. Surely, the Captain would only expect perfection from her right hand, so perfection you will embody. Inside, however, you are quite the opposite. Your hands are sweaty and your head spins with anxiety at what is to come. Captain Phasma is a decorated woman who exudes strength, power, and coldness. She prides herself on efficiency and order, using fear and calculated tactics to keep her soldiers in line. Although you are only a rank below her, Phasma instills a nervousness within your body and mind that you cannot shake. 

You shake your head to rid yourself of any last-minute anxieties as you near the door to her office. With a quick, sharp knock, you wait patiently with your hands clasped together behind your back.

“Enter.” Phasma’s piercing voice muffled by the metal door falls upon your ears. You take a deep breath and press the button. The door opens instantly, and what you see as you step into the room causes the pit in your stomach to grow. 

There stands the Captain behind a cold metal desk, her shining armor reflects the overhead lights that remind you of the interrogation chambers. She is almost completely still, the only sign of humanity is her chest rising and falling with each breath.

You rapidly walk to the seat at her desk, not daring to sit until after you address her properly. 

“Captain,” you greet with a nod.

“Lieutenant, you may sit.” Her voice echoes through her mask and you lower onto the hard seat. 

You keep eye contact, afraid that any signs of hindering confidence will reduce your chances of getting the promotion. Captain Phasma sits too, the slight clank of her armor breaking the deafening silence.

“So Lieutenant L/N, I have reviewed your file and studied your work from a distance. I do believe you are a fine candidate for this assistant position. You are aware that although your rank will be changed from Lieutenant, this is most certainly a promotion?”

“Yes Captain, I have reviewed the announcement fully and I also understand that I will be staying in quarters next to your own if I am to be promoted. I would be honored to serve next to you as an exceptional aide and personal soldier. I take pride in being the best at what I do and aim to serve directly under you with undying loyalty.”

Phasma sits in silence for a few moments, as if considering your words carefully and studying your appearance. You pray she misses the way your hands clasp tightly together in your lap and the way your breathing is almost too even to be natural as if you are forcing yourself to appear collected. Certainly, she cannot see how your confidence is a mere farce, can she?

The painful quietness finally ends as she reaches forward with her gloved hand to push a stack of documents before you.

“After careful consideration and observations of each candidate over time, I would like to offer you the new position, Lieutenant L/N. If you accept, I will send someone to fetch your belongings and move you into your new space, effective immediately. I just need you to read and sign below to officially solidify you in the position.”

You bite back a smile, excited that you succeeded in the interview and are about to start the new position. After picking up a pen and signing your name, you look back up to your superior. Phasma tilts her head as if waiting for something until you remember you need to formally accept.

“Thank you, Captain, I accept the position and I am ready to begin.”

The tall woman rises before you and extends her arm for a handshake, and you stand as well to place your hand in her grasp. 

With a firm single shake, she speaks again.

“From here on out, you will be regarded as Assistant Captain L/N, the right hand of Captain Phasma. I will personally see to it that you are given clearance above Lieutenants and are treated in a similar fashion to myself. I will not tolerate any slacking or any mistakes, nor will I accept less than absolute excellence. Do you understand?”

Anxiety floods your veins at the pressure of remaining exemplary under the Captain’s wing, but you ignore it and remember how large this opportunity is to pass up.

“Yes Captain Phasma, I understand. You have my word.”

“Very well then, let me lead you to your new quarters.”

The Captain rounds her desk and signals you to follow.

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A dark chrome door much like the armor of the woman in front of you opens as she enters a code, the lights within the room switching on.

You follow directly behind and are now in a small entryway, with one door on the right, one on the left, and one straight ahead. It is symmetrical and uniform, just how you expected Phasma’s quarters to look. Not a single image or decoration graces the barren grey walls, leaving a clean but dull look to the room. 

“There is a large walk-in closet on the right with areas to store your armor and weapons. Any item requests like soap and polish will be delivered to that room. I have strict security and all deliveries must be scanned and dropped off by my personal messenger, so please do not worry about your privacy or items being stolen.”

You nod and move with her away from the closet and between the two remaining doors.

“The room in the center is my quarters, while yours is past the door on the left. You have a personal bathroom within your room along with proper accommodations. I think you will find it much more comfortable than your previous living area. As my Assistant Captain, you have the honor of sharing my quarters, do not make me regret opening my personal area to house you or I will not hesitate to fire you.”

You shift uncomfortably at her harshness, the giddiness of being hired starting to wear off. Nonetheless, you mutter a quick affirmation and look to her for further instruction.

“Now, I am about to do something that nobody has ever done before. You will never speak of what occurs here now or any other instance within these quarters do you understand? I will have you used as target practice for the next batch of pathetic soldiers to practice on and personally have a front-row view of your laughable death. Answer me.”

Your heart hammers as the cruel threat is processed in your mind, fear pushes you to respond more panicked than you intend.

“Yes Captain, I understand.” You stand at attention but remain tense, as you expect some sort of inhumane initiation into your place as her aide. 

Rather, the towering woman brings her hands up just under her helmet, lifting and releasing the air-tight seal as you gape in shock. The image you see next you want to repeat over and over until it is burned into your mind.

Pale white skin hits the light as her helmet is removed. Pink lips are drawn into a harsh line and blonde eyebrows are furrowed in a serious manner. What really draws you in is those icy blue eyes, piercing and beautiful, staring directly at your face. Her hair is a mess of loose blonde curls, short and slightly unkempt from the helmet always on her head. You cannot deny that she is a stunning woman. How she has kept that natural beauty hidden beneath her suit of armor for so long, you will never know. But for now, you are sinfully delighted to be one of the few or maybe the only one to gaze upon your superior’s face. 

Your gaping is interrupted by the Captain’s voice, stunning you even more at how attractive it sounds unaltered by the technology within her helmet.

“Since you will be spending a lot of time with me here, on missions, and anywhere else we are needed, I find it necessary to show you my face. You are to be my confidant and keep secrets only we can know. Therefore, I share with you a secret that only a select few in my past have kept.”

If you weren't trying to keep your fluttering heart under control before, you certainly are now. Sexuality is an untouchable topic within the First Order. It isn’t that homosexuality was looked down upon, but the serious environment and professionalism that all soldiers and members must maintain prevent any sort of personal conversation from taking place. There was no way that the gorgeous woman staring back at you could know that you were attracted to women. You would never let your emotions get in the way of work, especially since acquiring this rare role in the First Order, so you did your best to conceal any hint of attraction towards Captain Phasma.

“Thank you Captain for sharing your appearance with me, you have my loyalty and promise of confidentiality when it comes to anything between us.”

You applaud yourself internally for keeping it professional, but the Captain seems to sense that you are hiding some sort of reaction or emotion. Whether she notices or not, she dismisses you to explore your new room and enters her own. 

You hear her door slide shut and you take in the space that now belongs to you. Your items from your Lieutenant quarters are placed in the closet already, and your private items are placed inside the drawers. Remembering a certain collection of adult toys that you had in the back of your previous closet, you shove your clothes around searching for the box in a panic. Thankfully, you find that the box is unopened, and breathe in deeply to settle your nerves.

You continue your journey throughout your new space and find that there is a rather large shower, sink, and toilet in the bathroom. Once the small tour is complete, you lay back against the plush pillows and run your fingers over the silken sheets. You could get used to this.

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Now in your soft pajamas and tucked under the covers, your mind wanders to all that occurred today. A new job, a new room, a new rank, and most interesting of all, a new superior. Oh, how that gorgeous face is etched into your mind.

Her helmet hair that you so want to run your fingers through. Her sharp cheekbones that your thumbs ache to run over. Those pursed lips that your own beg to melt against. Those electric blue eyes that hold your gaze like a trance. Your brain is holding onto the professionalism hammered into you over the years, but your heart craves something much less innocent than acceptable.

You come to the realization, the horrifying truth, that you, her right-hand woman and most trusted soldier, are infatuated with your Captain.

Before you allow your mind to dwell on this fact any further, you get up and turn off the lights. Maybe sleep can rid your growing emotions and shameful thoughts, so you lay back down while tugging the blankets over your body, squeezing your eyes shut, and hoping that you’ll drift off. The mental toll on your body that the day caused finally caught up to you, so exhaustion aids in your sleep when you easily slip into unconsciousness.

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Bright overhead lights bring you back, your alertness slightly lacking from how amazing you slept. Your groggy state reflects how wonderful your new bed is treating you, the warmth and plushness of each pillow and blanket make you feel so relaxed. Not wanting to slack on your first official day as the Assistant Captain, you rise and get ready for the day. The cold bathroom floor helps wake you up as you brush your teeth and go through your morning routine. You notice that there is a new armored uniform in your closet that you must have missed last night. You lay the new clothing across your bed, smiling to yourself.

The armor was somewhat thin but protective, the same chrome as Captain Phasma’s now embellished on your ankles, knees, elbows, chest, and shoulders. There are red fabrics sewn within the undersuit mixed with black, mirroring the cape that Phasma wore. A blush overtakes your face knowing that your uniform was tailored to match your Captain’s. You slip into your new outfit and face the floor-length mirror beside your bed. You look good. Really good.

Pulling your hair into a neat bun, you finish the attire with your favorite combat boots. Just as you are about to tie your laces, three loud knocks sound against your door.

Finishing your last knot and pressing the button to open the door, you are greeted by Captain Phasma. Her entire chrome armor set is adorned, gun in holster and all. When she focuses on your presence, you are unsure if her rising chest pauses for a split second. 

“Good day Assistant Captain, I assume you rested well in your new chambers?”

“Yes, Captain, I slept well. Thank you for the new armor, I will take good care of it.”

Your captain nods, accepting your thanks graciously.

“Today we will be overseeing a new training exercise for our soldiers. I would like you to act as my eyes and ears in deciding which troopers have potential and should be considered for specialized squads. I will be there as well but focusing on the success of our new evaluation system. I am trusting you with the future of our First Order troopers, so this will be a first test of your adequacy.”

Normally Captains do not give this much power to those ranked below them, so Captain Phasma handing you such a significant role instantly surprises you.

“Yes Captain, you have my full devotion to this task and I will not disappoint.”

“As I expect, Assistant Captain. I have already eaten my meal in my room so I will meet you at the training area after you are finished in the dining hall. You are dismissed.”

She struts past you, her red and black cape billowing behind her. You once thought her presence was fear-inducing, but after seeing what is underneath that armored helmet, your heart skips a beat at seeing her confidently march away.

You open the closet door and find a room lined with shelves, clothing hooks, a wall of weapons, and a table in the center with drawers built into the sides. There is a large box in the corner that you assume deliveries are slipped into. Making your way to the armory wall, you pick a standard blaster rifle that almost matches your captain’s. It has the same chrome finish, but red lines are adorned on the grooves of the barrel. It is a beautiful weapon, one that you promise to wield with care.

After the rifle is hooked onto your belt, you leave the closet and head out the front door towards the dining hall.

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Training went well, and so did your observation skills. Captain Phasma agreed with your picks for the top troopers, leaving you full of pride in your work and happy to please your captain. Her day was successful as well, the new assessment methods and exercises made the process more efficient, yet thorough.

The first day is over, so you and your captain return to your quarters, both pleased with today’s results. Handing your weapon to Phasma, you thank her and she wordlessly nods. You head into your room and strip off your armored uniform, putting it carefully into place in the closet. 

The hot shower water along your skin causes it to redden, your body releasing any stress from the first day nerves. Showers offer you a quiet and peaceful moment to think, so your brain runs through each thought that passes through. One thought that lingers and has done so all throughout the day is none other than your chrome-clad obsession. The way she carries herself is attractive, with so much confidence and power in just her body language. But her face, oh that face. Yes, her expression was nothing soft, but her unique features bring out a softness within your heart. 

Thinking harder, you realize how kind and supportive she was today. When you were unsure of your place in the training area, she guided you next to her wordlessly, not making you feel ashamed of your unfamiliarity with being in a Captain position. Furthermore, she even offered to alter your rifle to your preferences, something that no other captain would even consider doing for a subordinate. The most memorable action though was when she taught you the front door code. She stood behind you as she allowed you to test the keypad yourself with her directions. After entering the number sequence, you turned around to confirm you input it correctly. What you didn’t expect was Phasma’s helmet peering much lower than the back of your head. She snapped her gaze up immediately, your face growing hot from catching her staring at your backside.

Still in the shower, you run your hands over your breasts, feeling the way your nipples harden from the touch. You shake your head trying to rid your mind of yearning for your captain, but the slight throb between your legs makes it near impossible. Rinsing your soapy hair off and drying yourself with a towel once the water shuts off, you walk naked to your bed.

Laying on your back with your head against the pillows, your hands wander again. One hand grasps lightly at your chest, a thumb rubbing softly against your stiff bud. The other hand grazes down over your stomach, trailing over your hips and inner thighs, teasing yourself. Your breathing grows heavy as you work yourself up, finally spreading your legs and dipping a finger between your folds. You instantly gasp, holding back a moan of pleasure as you rub circles around your swollen clit, throbbing in need. Wetness grows with your arousal, dripping, and your fingers spread it up and down your sensitive cunt. You pinch your nipple, tugging slightly, causing a pang of pleasure to overwhelm your senses. You close your eyes and focus on the way your fingers feel on your skin. Once you keep a steady pace of rubbing, only one thing is on your mind. 

Her. The way she shows her subtle praise through kindness, the way she stands like she owns everyone and everything around her, the British accent in her deep seductive voice, and of course, the heavenly image of her face. Nothing is more alluring than her at this moment, so you quietly moan out for her.

What you don’t know, is that your captain had worked in her room on your rifle herself, ready to surprise you with your new weapon specifications. She strides to your door, knocking lightly in contrast to her morning knocks. Without her gloves on since she removed them to work on your blaster, her hands do not have the distinct clang of metallic collision. Thinking you may not have heard her knock, she decides that she will just enter your room and place the weapon on your bedside table since you may be in the restroom. Opening the door, she stands speechless at what she sees.

There you are, bare on the bed with your chest heaving, groping one breast, and pleasuring yourself. She can’t look away, the way your face is scrunched in ecstasy and your irresistible body is covered in a sheen of light sweat. Your fingers work passionately chasing your high, your breaths matching the circles your hand makes. And the sounds. My god, the sounds. Your moans sound addictive, the way your gasps are cut off from another whimper and are almost drowned out by how loud your sopping pussy is. She is about to turn around and shut the door, embarrassed to catch you in such a vulnerable state, but that's when she hears it.

“Captain- oh god please.”

There was no way she heard you correctly, right? Just as she is about to decide that she had heard incorrectly, there it is again.

“Feels so good Captain oh fuck-”

The woman of your words is in disbelief. Nobody on this ship and in the entire First Order for that matter knew of her sexuality. The hard exterior she portrays leaves no room for personal conversations and her position absolutely does not allow romantic relationships. However, at this moment, she sees a deliciously attractive woman whom she has secretly admired from afar, moaning out for her in sexual frustration. Almost as if your sounds and body intoxicate her, Phasma grows hot, beginning to sweat in her armor. Not knowing what to do, she clears her throat to hopefully alert you of her presence. 

Hearing a familiar noise close to the door, you open your eyes and inhale a gasp of terror. There stands your captain, the woman who you have been moaning out for and imagining, staring at your naked body. You curl yourself up in a ball, sitting up and refusing to make eye contact with the woman across the bed. Even when you hear her voice, you can’t bring yourself to meet her helmet-covered eyes.

“I- I’m sorry I was going to drop off your weapon since I had customized it for you. I was going to leave immediately… but I heard something that I thought you might want to explain.”

Your heart somehow pounds faster than it already was, fear enveloping your body as you take a second to gather your thoughts and form a response that wouldn’t get you thrown into the trash compactor.

“Captain, I am so sorry. I cannot deny that you are a phenomenal woman, especially with your strength and conviction. And seeing your face- well, I was consumed by your attractiveness. I apologize greatly, I understand if you wish to fire me. I will remove my things and return to my old room, I am so sorry that our arrangement was ruined by my foolishness.”

Tears threaten to shed from your eyes, being in such a vulnerable state and the embarrassment of being caught by your superior making you ashamed beyond anything you've felt before.

“Y/N, look at me.”

The use of your first name stuns you into looking at your captain, her hands in the process of removing her heavy helmet. 

You meet those blue eyes that hold something unexpected. Something so opposite of the Captain Phasma that you’ve known since joining the First Order. You see softness. You see emotion. You see even a hint of lust.

“Y/N, I am not going to fire you. You are an exceptional aide and I specifically chose you out of over 20 candidates. I must admit that yes this is completely unprofessional, but I may have chosen you for reasons other than just business. I have watched you grow over the years, your talent and leadership reminding me of my own. I saw from a distance how you succeed somehow by being my opposite. While I am cold, you are supportive. When I yell insults, you reassure and inspire. These are qualities that I lack, making you a good partner. Seeing you as a Lieutenant demanding obedience and respect made me… feel things I have not felt before.”

She hardens her face as if trying to mask any sign of emotion. For a second, you become worried that she will change her mind and throw you out. But she lets her guard down again, her eyes once again gaining the concern that shone before. She continues,

“I pushed it down for this long, but I cannot deny it any longer. Y/N I am attracted to you. I believe you even caught me staring at your figure before we walked through the door. It is hard for me to show emotion, but I want to try now. It will take time, but I believe we could pursue at least some sort of friendship and more. I will do everything in my power to hide this from the Supreme Leader.”

You smile hard, not believing that the stone-cold soldier you see barking orders loudly and effortlessly bringing enemies to their knees is pouring her heart out. She wants you. Not only does she want you now, but she has wanted you for a long time. 

Still in a state of undress and somewhat shy about being fully nude, you turn to her but keep your arms and legs covering the most intimate parts of yourself.

“Captain, I would love nothing more than to have a relationship with you. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way that I return your feelings.”

You lower your head in shame, but a cold finger lifts your chin.

“If anything, I am delighted that I found out this way.”

Her smirk causes you to laugh, and you see it for the first time.

The toothiest grin on her adorable face. Something so unimaginable for Captain Phasma. The headstrong and cruel captain smiles like a complete dork.

Suddenly, she surges forward as she leans over you, tossing her helmet and your blaster to the floor with a loud thump. 

Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, your lips meeting with warmth and roughness. You both moan into each other’s mouths, her deep hum vibrates your chest as you let out a whimper. She pulls away and you chase her lips, not wanting the kiss to end.

“Hold on, how am I supposed to please you dressed in all this armor?”

She begins removing her armored plates, starting with her feet until she is standing in only a black bodysuit with bare armor attachments. She neatly piles them on the floor and starts unzipping her suit. It gently falls down her body, revealing her broad, full shoulders and her breasts contained in a black sports bra. Phasma’s arms are muscular and faint scars paint her forearms. Her abdomen is toned but not completely chiseled like you imagined, leaving you swooning that her softness is not only hidden in her emotions. Her square hips support the waistband of black boxers, her insanely built thighs looking stronger than any you’ve seen before. Although they are still slim, her legs hold power and are deliciously pale and smooth.

She returns to the side of the bed, drinking in your body while you do the same to her. 

“You will address me as either Captain or Mistress, whichever you prefer at the moment. Understood?”

Your thighs clench together hearing her demand, urgently responding with a quick,

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl, now let’s help you finish what I gladly interrupted.”

She hovers over you while still standing, leaning down to hungrily take your lips against her own. You groan at how soft her lips feel and how skilled she kisses you, taking your bottom lip between her teeth and tugging to elicit a groan. The bed sinks slightly as she now kneels above you while pushing you to lie down against the pillows.

The kiss is paused as she leans back and just admires your body, the way your breasts are rested, each one slightly fallen to the side from how your back is almost parallel to the bed. Your stomach with a soft appearance in contrast to her own. The way your hips curve and complement your thick thighs, while her toned muscles flex and push against her skin. She can’t help but glimpse at the patch of hair between your legs and just below it, where she sees the wetness still messily covering your lips and inner thighs. 

She brings her eyes back up to you, seeing the desperation and want in your own. Strands of your hair have been wisped away in multiple directions from your earlier pleasure-chasing and the hint of blush hasn’t left your cheeks. Your lips are parted as small pants exhale between them, your arousal apparent in the way your breathing is stuttered.

Your Captain practically drools, wanting so badly to take you. Her heart yearns to watch you come undone, but her mind wants to destroy the absolute goddess below. She settles for a compromise, remaining harsh in demeanor but using soft touches and words to capture your heart.

“So beautiful Y/N, you look so fucking delicious.”

Your heart hammers at her praise, your breathing quickening even more.

“Thank you, Mistress, you look gorgeous yourself. I need you, please I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Not wasting any time, Phasma places her hands on either side of your head, holding herself up while she again cuts your breaths off with her mouth. Your hands wander to her strong shoulders, down the curve of her spine, and then back up again. She pulls away suddenly, standing up and pulling her boxers down her long legs, revealing a sight that has you utterly ravenous. Her trimmed blonde hair leads down to a clearly wet set of lips, the details of her folds hidden between them. Once finished stepping out of her boxers, she brings her fingers under the band of her sports bra, lifting and releasing a perky set of slightly smaller breasts. They look picture-perfect in your eyes and the way her nipples stand hard against the cold air heats your core. 

She tosses her bra to the ground and in seconds, is on top of you again. This time, biting and sucking at your neck to leave marks. You feel her nipples pressed against your chest and arch your back into her, needing more. Her teeth and lips create angry marks along the expanse of your neck, red and stinging soothed by her tongue that licks stripes and sends shivers down your spine. Wandering lips travel to your earlobe, and her teeth tug gently as she whispers in your ear.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. How badly I wanted to take you back to my room and absolutely fuck you speechless.”

An obscene noise leaves your mouth, somewhere between a moan and a cry. All she does is laugh and sit up, staring down at you so predatory that you feel instant submission to your Mistress.

“I know you are far from innocent, with how well you touch yourself there have to be some fun toys to help every once in a while, aren’t there? I wonder if you even have a harness and dildo for me to use…”

Your eyes widen at how accurate her guess is, and you see her knowing smirk grow larger at your reaction. You nod quickly, confirming her words. 

Suddenly, a hand shoots down, and strong fingers wrap around your throat. Nothing too tight, but a sign of power and control that makes your thighs clench and your breath halt.

“Now y/n, you have some learning to do, don’t you? Funny thing is, you’re supposed to be a decorated soldier, but I have you reduced to a pathetic mess. You will always respond to my questions with a verbal answer. Do you understand?”

Her hand loosens, giving you an opportunity to speak without the pressure of her palm pressed against your vocal cords.

“Yes, Mistress. I have a box of toys in the bottom drawer of my dresser and inside there is a harness and dildos, and a few more things.”

A mischievous smile overtakes your Captain’s face, her hand pulls back, and she stands while she responds to your obedient confession.

“See what happens when you follow my orders? Now, I am going to look through your things and pick out a dildo that I believe a good girl like you deserves to be pounded with.”

You redden and avert your eyes, her nude body bending over and hesitating while searching for the perfect strap. Of course, your eyes drift back to her ass, strong and firm yet surprisingly round compared to her square frame.

Unbeknownst to you, your Mistress sees your largest dildo and immediately knows it’s the one she is going to use. Although this is her first time being intimate with you, the enticing opportunity to fuck you into a state of complete submission and exhaustion is too good to pass up. She grabs hold of a plain black harness, fitting the giant red dildo onto the front, and then turns to face you with her selection in clear view.

Your jaw drops in shock seeing the massive dildo your Captain chose. Although it was in your box of toys, that dildo is unused since you typically use one of your average size toys to fuck yourself with. 

“I- Captain… I haven’t used that one before. I don’t even know if I can take that size-”

“Quiet.” She cuts you off with a sharp, dominating tone. “You can and will take it.”

You visibly gulp and pale, knowing that the girthy length will soon be sheathed inside of you.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s my good slut.”

She fastens the strap onto her waist and tightens it. The red dildo stands at attention, contrasting her creamy skin and piercing blue eyes. With a predatory glint, she stalks toward the bed and studies you.

Your chest heaves in fear and excitement, arousal and nervousness flowing through your veins. The woman towering above you is a sight you’ll never forget. Especially when she moves onto the bed, staring you down as if locked onto her next target. To be at the mercy of one of the most dangerous, powerful, and respected women in the galaxy is a feeling unlike any other. Pure lust and hunger on her face have you trembling, but you trust her with your body and heart. As if to prove that your worries are unnecessary, she speaks in a softer tone than her previous one.

“If for any reason at all you want me to stop, please use the word ‘Red’ and I will immediately pause whatever I am doing. I truly care about you Y/N, and I want to assure you that even when I am rough or demanding, it’s because I want to give you everything I have.”

Even with her stoic face and domineering position on her knees above you, the tenderness in her voice conveys what she feels inside. You understand now. The goddess of a woman who is about to fuck you senselessly is offering you her version of loving consideration. You never thought you’d see any insecurity within this ethereal being that you call your Mistress, but the intimacy and emotion at this moment reveal the truth. The mighty Captain Phasma has a hard time showing affection, so using only what she knows, strength and power, she shows you how much she adores you. It warms your heart, and you grin up at her.

“Thank you, Mistress, I care about you too. I know you aren’t expecting me to say something like this, but I adore you, and the fact that you want me to feel safe means everything to me.”

Your Captain is taken aback by your sweetness, faltering a bit and blinking away the emotions that rise to the surface. 

“Of course Y/N, I don’t know what to say. It’s hard for me to show emotion often but you deserve to hear this. I… I want to make you feel good. I want to give you pleasure. Looking down at your phenomenal body, makes me want to fuck you over and over again until you can’t speak.”

Your chest tightens in a mix between love and lust. Rather than replying teasingly and risking your Captain’s trust, you soothingly speak.

“Mistress, I promise that even if you have a hard time showing emotions, I can feel them. Thank you so much.”

Back is the mischievous glint in your Captain’s eyes, her confidence now growing as her eagerness cannot be contained any longer.

‘Let’s get you ready to feel me then. Although, it seems you already did some warming up before I walked in here.”

She chuckles and sets her knees on either side of your hips, pushing your thighs up so that they are spread apart for her. The red dildo plops down onto your bare pussy, making a lewd slapping sound as it comes into contact with your dripping wetness. Your lips part and a whimper escapes, allowing your Mistress to surge forward and slot her tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss. Her mouth explores your own, moans escaping both of you in passionate desperation. The strap slides between your folds, causing a mewl to be captured by your Captain’s mouth. She pulls away while continuing to move the length up and down, teasing your slit with her silicone cock. Her breathlessness shows by the way her breasts rise and fall with each intake of air. 

“Does my needy whore like her Mistress’s cock teasing her pretty cunt? It sounds so fucking dirty, let me see how wet you are for me.”

You redden at her shameless comments, looking down at the red girth between your lower lips. Your Captain sits up and leans back, head tilted down and focused on the dildo now covered in slick. 

“Fuck- you have such a gorgeous pussy. I can’t wait to pound it until it’s swollen and leaking cum. Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you, my sweet little slut.”

Her vulgar praise and promise of what’s to come have you squirming and slightly moving your hips.

“Are you trying to please yourself with my cock? And who gave you permission to do that? It sure wasn’t me, you greedy whore.”

She pins your hips down with a firm hand to your right hipbone. Her short nails dig into your skin and you feel marks form that will surely remain there for a few days. You hiss through your teeth at the rough grip she has, but the pain only heightens your pleasure. 

“I’m sorry, please fuck me. Please- I need you. At least touch my clit, Mistress, I’m begging you.”

“Begging already? I’ve barely even touched you. You’re lucky I am feeling generous, I want to see how sensitive you are when I play with your clit.”

She angles her hips to thrust the strap directly against your swollen bud. 

“Oh god, fuck- Yes yes just like that-“

Cut off by a loud groan, you throw your head back and shut your eyes tight, the pressure on your clit causing pangs of pleasure to overtake your senses. 

Captain Phasma, the hardened soldier of fear, smiles at your reaction with adoration and pride. The rhythm of her hips and her skilled movements make you feel heavenly. Her happiness grows immediately and she feels something unknown within her heart. Brought back to the moment by another sexy whimper of yours, she decides to tease you. 

“Yeah? Do you like how my cock feels rubbing on your clit? I bet you would love it even more with this big strap shoved deep inside that delicious cunt while I use my thumb to push you over the edge.”

Arching your back, you grip the sheets and cry out, her words making your walls contract around emptiness. 

“Please please Mistress, I’ll do anything- just fuck me. God, you make me throb so hard, Mistress please- please pound me into this bed as hard as you want.”

“Such a good girl for asking so nicely, I think you deserve it. Eyes on me, that’s it.”

Eager eyes meet hers and she lifts your hips by scooting your butt up against her legs, creating an angle sure to bring you the most pleasure.

“Remember the safe word, I am not going easy on you. This greedy hole needs me to fill it and I wouldn’t dare deprive you. Eyes on me while I push it in, I want to see your face when I stretch you out.”

The red tip rests against your entrance and suddenly, her hips buck forward hard, sinking the strap inside of your aching pussy until she is as deep as possible. Your face scrunches but you obey her, keeping your gaze on her own. Your hands grip the sheets roughly and your breasts bounce with the harsh intrusion.

“Fuck! Oh god- wait- it’s huge- please let me adjust oh my god-”

Ignoring your pleading, she pulls out until only about an inch is still inside of you, then shoves the cock back in with an intense grunt. She fucks you without hesitation, causing slight pain that instantly turns into the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead while you gasp for breath and release obscene sounds. Even more obscene are the wet slapping noises of the strap fucking into you, your juices messily running down your inner thighs, and now covering your Mistress’s mound. 

“Look how well you take this strap, such a good girl. You sound filthy, such a cockslut for me. I can feel how tight you clench around my cock, what a dirty girl. You fucking love this, don’t you? Being dominated by such a powerful woman. I can already see how your brain goes completely dumb for me, you’re just a fucktoy that I can do with what I please.”

The only response you can muster up is a low whine followed by a hitch of your breath. Your Captain looks at your body, the way your supple chest heaves and bounces, matching the pattern of her hips. Your soft belly wobbles slightly along with your hips. She can’t get over the way you look flawless in her eyes when she is destroying you, utterly ruining your gorgeous pussy. The strap hits the deepest parts of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that has you seeing stars. She can tell that you are getting closer to the edge by how the pitch of your moans rises and how her strap needs more force to bottom out. 

“Do you want to cum for me? Does my perfect girl want to cum all over her Mistress’s cock? Go ahead and make a mess, I’m going to keep fucking you hard through it. Cum baby, be a good girl. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

Just as she described earlier, your Mistress takes her thumb and uses the pad of her finger to swiftly rub back and forth on your clit. Small circles quicken and push you over the edge, driving you to orgasm.

“Mmm- ah, gonna- I’m gonna- fuck!”

Waves of pleasure overtake your entire body. Your eyes shut hard, head thrown against the pillows, back rising off the bed, hands tightly gripping the sheets, and your hips grind to take the full length of the strapon. She pounds you into the bed will full force, fucking you with absolute vigor and making you scream out as tears run down your cheeks. You feel a gush of wetness that releases onto your Mistress’s lap as you continue to ride out your orgasm. 

“Good girl, so beautiful, you’re doing so well.”

Too sensitive to continue comfortably, you remember the safe word and sputter it out.

“Red. Too much-”

Your lover stills inside of you, face laced with concern but also satisfaction at making you cum so hard.

“Okay pretty girl, I am so proud of you. I’m going to pull out slowly and I will take care of you.”

You nod, not having the energy left to respond verbally. She looks at you lovingly and carefully slides the massive dildo out, making you groan as your walls adjust to the lack of pressure. To your surprise, she coos quietly at you, making you blush. You never thought that Captain Phasma would be so sweet after rough sex and neither did the Captain herself. In other escapades, she ushers her partner out quickly, not giving even a second thought if she should offer any sort of comfort or care. But with you, it is completely different. She regards you with respect and love, wanting to be nurturing and supportive, the opposite of her usual demeanor. Instinctually, she feels the need to hold you, to make sure that you are comfortable, safe, and happy in her arms. She takes off the strap, tossing it on the floor to worry about later. Right now, her priority is you. You, sprawled out on the bed with cum slowly trickling out of your abused hole. Even in such an erotic position, she finds your spent body to be the most alluringly charming sight. You look absolutely adorable in her eyes, your exhausted face half-lidded and peering back at her own is irresistibly cute. She becomes shy looking at your nude appearance in all its glory, unfamiliar with the desire to be affectionate and soft. You pick up on her discomfort, deciding to take the situation into your own hands.

Before speaking, you take a few seconds to catch your breath, spent from the vigorous lovemaking. With your best effort, you force together some words and finally talk.

“Thank you- I don’t even know how to explain how good that felt.”

You pause, out of breath, but muster up the strength to continue.

“You are seriously a sex goddess or something… Have you ever gone through aftercare before? I know I was the one to get fucked insanely hard, but I can guide you through the basics if you’d like.”

Your voice is kind and non-judgemental, almost as if speaking to someone fragile and timid. Normally, Captain Phasma would be enraged if spoken to in such a manner, but the vulnerability she feels and the thought put into your words has her heart melting.

“I’ll be honest, I have never done aftercare before. I usually kick out any sexual partners right after we finish. I’d really like to tend to you right now, please help me do it Y/N, you deserve to be taken care of.”

Her confession is so heartfelt and open that you feel special seeing this side of her. You’ll cherish her sweetness for as long as you live, it being so rare and thoughtful. 

“Of course, is it alright if I show you how to be soft? Aftercare usually involves intimacy and I think you might enjoy it.”

She hesitates, stuck in thought. Finally, she answers with certainty.

“Yes, please teach me. I want to learn how to take care of my partner. I want to learn it all for you.”

Your heart flutters at her admission and you brighten up with a large smile.

“You may not believe it, but you, Captain Phasma, the feared First Order leader, have a precious soul.”

She shakes her head in denial but also hides her pink cheeks and tiny smirk with the movement of her head. Deciding to ignore her denial rather than continue making her feel vulnerable, you go ahead and begin winding down.

“For aftercare, I typically get a washcloth with warm water and clean up both my partner and me. Would you like to try cleaning us up?”

“Yes, let me get a washcloth from your bathroom and soak it.”

Your Captain disappears into the restroom. You hear the sink turn on and run for a few moments. Looking down at your own body, you see the effects of the rough sex. Your body shines with sweat, breathing heavily to catch your breath. The warmth at your center is comforting, but the cum messily coating your thighs and slit starts to feel uncomfortable as it leaks down on your backside. If you weren’t so attentive, you might have missed the way your legs quiver and how the marks on your right hip sting. Growing needy for your lover’s attention, soft whines leave your mouth.

Hearing the cries of her lover from the bedroom, Captain Phasma turns the water off and rushes to the bed.

“Hey, I’m right here, I’ve got you. I’m going to clean you up now, okay? Tell me if I am being too rough or if anything hurts. This is my first time doing this so I would love guidance.”

Calmed by her presence and voice, you relax and quiet down. You watch the beautiful soldier rub the cloth across your inner thighs, putting light pressure to clean up any wetness left over. Her hand moves the small towel between your legs, and you jolt at the feeling. She pauses, looking at you and waiting for your permission to continue.

“Just, be very light when you clean near my clit. I’m very sensitive right now but you are doing amazing, thank you.”

Captain Phasma sees the adoring smile you give her and she beams back. Proceeding with cleaning your center, she listens to your instructions and barely touches your clit, only wiping the juices away with concentration. After she cleans the rest of you, including your sore hole and ass, she uses the unused portion of the fabric to swipe between her own thighs, cleaning the arousal away. Although she didn’t get to orgasm, making you cum was more than enough to satisfy her. Noticing the marks on your hip, she places a kiss on each one, hoping that they won’t be sore for long, but secretly loving how they look. She discards the cloth next to the strap on the floor and stands next to the bed, waiting for your next orders like the trained soldier she is.

“Thank you so much, beautiful. I hope using terms of endearment is alright. You can practice with me, I’ll let you know which ones I like. Come here, let me show you what I do next.”

“Okay… pretty girl. Was that alright? I quite like that, actually. I will definitely be calling you names like that more often.”

Giggles startle her into moving towards the bed, your amusement making her joyous. Your positive reaction to her sentiment spurs her confidence and she vows to continue pushing herself to be more loving with you. She climbs onto the bed and you pull her down beside you. Awkwardly laying there, you laugh and tease her in a kindhearted way. 

“No need to be so stiff, silly. After all, you did just fuck me like nobody ever has before. It’s time for my favorite part, cuddles!”

You roll to face her, your breasts sagging to the side and her eyes are glued to them. She shakes her head to bring her attention back to your face, and she copies your movements. Now face to face, you both smile and observe your bodies. Locking eyes after getting to explore each other, you bring your hand to her cheek and lean in, kissing her with nothing but fondness and love. She mirrors your kiss, feeling protective and delighted that you are giving her a chance. Deep down, she is scared. Few times in her life has she ever been scared, and the thought of pursuing a relationship with you terrifies her. But at this moment, with your pillowy lips against her own, she feels complete and willing to do anything to have you as hers. You pull away at the same time, and you ask her an important question.

“Have you ever cuddled with someone before?”

She nods from side to side, signifying how inexperienced she is in physical affection.

“That’s okay! There are many positions. I will explain them quickly and you can choose whichever you feel will be most comfortable. One position is spooning. That is where one person lies on their side and the other person lies facing the same way, pressing their front against the other’s back. Another is face-to-face like how we are now. We can either have one of us positioned higher so that the other rest their face against the other’s chest, or you can rest in the crook of the other person’s neck, or whatever else works. There is also cuddling where someone lays on top of their partner, resting their head on top of the bottom person’s chest. Do any of those sound appealing to you? My favorite is probably either spooning or face-to-face.”

Your lover is a bit overwhelmed with the options, but sharing which ones you enjoy helps narrow down her choices. She feels possessive in a tender way, and spooning allows her to hold you protectively, so she decides on that position. 

“May I spoon you… my beloved? I want to hold you badly, to wrap my arms around you.”

“Yes please, let me roll over. Thank you again for the sweet names.”

You flush slightly and roll over to face away from the beautiful woman now behind you. You feel her weight shift on the mattress and you grow flustered when you feel stiff nipples press into your back, eventually followed by the squish of her full breasts. Her abdomen is warm against you, and her crotch radiates heat against your ass, bringing a steady, comforting throb back to your clit. Her legs slot between your own and one of her sturdy arms reaches under the pillow to support your head on her bicep. The other wraps around your torso, and her calloused hand lays on your smooth belly. She loves that your body is different than hers, she treasures the feminine curves that contrast her own brawny, masculine build. 

“Is this alright? I love this, you’re so warm and your skin is so soft. You’re extremely beautiful, I hope you know that. I promise to you, as your partner now, that I will remind you each and every day how stunning you are. Your personality, charm, generosity, and beauty are unmatched. Thank you for teaching me how to be intimate and romantic physically as well as emotionally. It will take me some time, but I will do my best for you. Thank you for letting me fuck you, my pretty girl. I can’t wait to explore your body even more and watch you come undone endlessly.”

You tear up and turn your head back to look at her over your shoulder. She holds the most endearing look on her face and you kiss her. She tightens her hold on you and a hand sneaks its way up to grope at your breasts. A loud chuckle breaks the kiss as you laugh at her antics, swatting her hand away playfully and snuggling back into her. 

“Y/N?” She whispers so quietly that you barely hear.

“Yes, my angel?”

“I think… I don’t know what I feel. All I know is that I don’t want to let you go. Can you promise that you’ll stick with me? Even when I may be difficult and stubborn, I want this to work.”

Taking her hand in your own, you give it a comforting squeeze and hold it against the swell of your chest. 

“I promise you, my beautiful fighter, that I will never let you go. I am right here and I want a relationship with you, no matter how complicated things get. I do think we should keep this a secret to maintain our images and professionalism in the First Order, but when it is just you and me, we will be happy as can be.”

“Thank you Y/N, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I am terrifying and cold to everyone else, but you get to see me at my best. I can’t wait to conquer the world with you, my incredible little soldier.”

“You have a pure heart at your core, my dear Phas. I see you for who you are and I want to give you the intimacy that you deserve. We are gonna be an unstoppable duo, aren’t we?”

The nickname you gave her, “Phas,” has her heart beating rapidly and her face becoming warm. She feels at peace and becomes drowsy with sleepiness.

“Yes, we are the fearless First Order duo that secretly fucks each other and cuddles at night.”

“You’re silly, yes that’s true but it is so much more than that. It is devotion, admiration, and love-”

A long yawn cuts you off as your eyes grow heavy, sleep now evident in your voice.

“Let’s get some sleep now my love, I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”

Your blonde protector speaks aloud the override command for the lights, the entire apartment controlled by her voice if needed. The perks of being a Captain come in handy, especially when she is holding onto the woman of her dreams.

“Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.”

“Sleep well Phas, goodnight.”

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Captain Phasma struts across the cold, grey floors. Her presence demands respect and attention, the Stormtroopers stand in perfect rows awaiting her orders. Across the room, you stare at her in awe, not daring to take your eyes away from her shiny form. That right there is your woman. The woman you hold at night and make smile like a total dork with your pet names and stupid jokes. Her helmet turns, directly facing you. Your breath hitches and you nod at her, a sign of courtesy and acknowledgment. You both know that under the chrome dome that covers her head, her lips are pulled into a smirk. Returning her attention to the troops, she barks instructions in a harsh tone.

“I want any rebel scum captured and brought back to me. I will be overseeing this battalion and I want absolutely no mistakes or I will send you to reconditioning. You will answer any and all orders from me and Assistant Captain L/N. Prepare your weapons and we will board the transport ship shortly.”

You beam with pride, following her clanking steps toward the ship. She enters the cockpit and you find your place in the seat next to hers. She turns to you, nodding in confirmation to begin flight prep.

“Alright Assistant Captain L/N, be a good girl and ensure the hyperdrive is intact, will you?”

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Larissa with her hair down? You’re welcome fellow Weems lovers ♥️

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Pleasant Interruptions

A/N: Hiii! This is my first smut fic and I decided to write a slightly niche category. As a big tiddy squishy woman, I can’t wait for people like me to have a fun fic to enjoy! Please let me know if you like it with some comments, and feel free to suggest new ideas as well! Thank you so so much to @non-binary-frogking , @tacobyell , and @zephyr-is-tired​ for helping me edit it means so much!

Larissa Weems x big tiddy squishy reader

Summary: Reader has some alone time after plans change and Larissa opens the door to an unexpected surprise.

Warnings: smut, dominant Larissa, submissive Reader, fingering, oral, sex toy, masturbation

You previously emailed your coworkers and boss that you would be out of town from Friday afternoon until Sunday night, as you wanted some time to relax and maybe explore Jericho. You planned to stay at the small motel in town, but upon seeing storm clouds form while you taught classes, you sadly canceled your reservation. The final bell rang, signifying the end of your work day. You pack up your things and return to the staff dormitories. Similar to the student rooms, your door opened directly into the bedroom. The only differences are the living space and kitchenette, identical to a studio apartment, and the attached full bathroom. 

Grading the last assignment your students turned in today, you stand and strip off your work clothes. Pants, a shirt, and undergarments plop into the hamper and you sink into the center of your bed. Fridays typically offer plenty of alone time, so you decide to indulge in something you’ve needed all week.

Reaching over and opening your bedside table drawer, you grab your rabbit vibrator. Once you are comfortable laying against the pillows with your legs spread and a blanket to cover your lap, you move the vibrator between your parted thighs. 

Switching it on with the hold of a button, you graze the tip against your clit. With a jolt and hitch of your breath, images of a certain woman begin taking over. 

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Larissa stands in front of her desk while picking up paperwork to drop by your room. She remembers the email detailing your absence on campus for the weekend, deciding on placing the papers personally in your room. She thinks back to when she ran out of coffee creamer, and you kindly offered her your own. 

“Hi Larissa! Oh wow, you drink black coffee? I always have creamer handy in my fridge.”

Larissa looks up from the outdoor picnic table, a lovely fall day perfect for enjoying the quiet morning before classes. The slightly chilly air is opposed by sunbeams shining through gaps in the clouds. 

“Good morning y/n, I seem to have run out of creamer so I resorted to foregoing it today. Maybe I will have to keep an extra just in case.”

She can’t help but smile at how you stand facing her, the sun hitting your hair and skin, causing a slight glow to your features. She is abruptly ripped from her trance by your voice.

“Oh don’t worry! I leave my room unlocked often since the staff wing is already behind lock and key. Feel free to stop by my room and help yourself to however much creamer you need!”

You secretly hope Larissa will come by and spend time with you. Deep within your heart, you long for the beautiful woman to see you as more than a coworker. Her sweet personality, gorgeous body, caring nature, and so much more leaves you completely and utterly infatuated with her. But she hadn’t a clue.

On the other hand, Larissa felt the same. She is your superior, but you treated each other respectfully and don’t see each other as worker and boss. You regard each other with equality and helpfulness, always doing favors for each other out of kindness. Like when you rushed to her office after lunch to bring her coffee she forgot in the break room. And when Larissa popped into your classroom to give you the freshly printed packets you left on her desk. 

Larissa smiles at you gratefully, setting her cup on the table and beginning to rise from her seat.

“Thank you darling, that is quite sweet of you. I might have to take you up on that offer. I must be heading back to my office now but I will be sure to stop by in case I ever need to borrow some creamer. Have a lovely day y/n!”

“Since you will be out of town anyway, leaving the papers on your kitchen counter or living room table would be appropriate,” she muses.

Larissa’s signature heels clack against the floors, giving the woman even more height to her 6’3 figure. She enters the staff wing, walks down the long hallway past her room, and stops in front of your door. She notices your adorable name tag; a small flower is drawn on paper next to neat handwriting spelling out your name. Smiling to herself, Larissa turns the knob and pushes the door in. What she sees stuns her into a frozen state of shock.

There you are, lap covered in a plush blanket, thrusting away with something under it. Your head is lolled to the side, expression blissful with your eyes shut tight and mouth open. Larissa realizes that you are too lost in pleasure to notice her or hear her enter the room. Wet smacks of the vibrator echo throughout the air, your whimpers sending heat straight into Larissa’s face. Your breasts are slightly visible, the blanket hiding most of your skin from her view, but she can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples and the way they bounce mesmerizingly. Highly aroused, Larissa brings the papers to cover her mouth which is agape in awe. A throbbing is felt between her thighs and wetness begins to gather there. 

The pace speeds up as your arm visibly quickens, and Larissa can tell you are close to orgasm. What she hears next causes her to lose all self-restraint. 

“Fuck, Ris- Rissa I’m close-”

As you chase your high, you release stuttered gasps, pants, and whines. Larissa’s lust for you now outweighs all control. Any embarrassment she has from walking in on you masturbating is gone. Long, creamy thighs clench together to offer relief for her aching center. With a hushed voice, Larissa mutters to herself,

“Fuck.”

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Your eyes shoot open and your hand holds the power button for your toy to stop the vibrations immediately. Pulling the length out of you, your eyes catch the source of the voice you just heard.

Larissa. Of course, it has to be the one woman that you are secretly in love with. Remembering that you moaned out her name only seconds before, you panic. You cover your body with the blanket as fast as you can, hiding your breasts and naked body from her view. Tears threaten to fall upon your cheeks, the vulnerability of being caught in such a position making you feel ashamed and scared. 

In an attempt to comfort yourself and apologize to the woman who just witnessed you pleasuring yourself, you quietly repeat, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.

“Hey darling, it’s okay. Look at me love, look at me.”

Your eyes find hers and that is when you notice her appearance. Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are pushed together tightly as if soothing the ache between them. Red colors her cheeks and her chest heaves, trying to control her breathing.

“I thought you were out of town so I stopped by to drop off your papers. I had no idea you were here. I... I am pleased that you are, though.” 

She sets the papers on your countertop and visibly takes a deep breath. Unbeknownst to you, she is gathering the courage to say what she is about to say.

“Please don’t cover yourself y/n- you are stunning. W-would you like me to help you? I know you probably weren’t expecting me to react this way, but I am flattered and absolutely dripping right now. Please- please let me help.”

Shock and relief fill you, along with excitement and happiness, knowing that the woman you wished to have a chance with is attracted to you. Still feeling vulnerable, all you do is flush and nod your consent at her offer.

Coming to the side of your bed, Larissa lowers herself down on your left. She lays on her side, propping herself up on an elbow and sees how shy you look.

“Darling, may I kiss you? You’re adorable like this. Look at those pink cheeks of yours! No need to be shy, you are safe with me. My sweet girl.”

You turn your body slightly, moving your face right before hers. Those bright red lips that you constantly dreamt of are now inches away from your own. Sky-blue eyes hold comfort and care, and your heart feels secure with trust. 

“Please,” you plead. 

She takes the hand that isn’t propping her up and delicately brings it to the back of your head, pushing your face to hers. Instant softness, warmth, and giddiness flood you. Her lips are pillowy and plump, heating your mouth against hers, and you whine faintly. A wide smile overtakes your face and she laughs melodiously when she feels it, pulling away to study your bashful expression with twinkling eyes. Suddenly, you see her focus on something else entirely. During the kiss, your blanket lowered to reveal the top of your breasts. 

Larissa’s eyes darken with hunger. You start to get insecure since you have a larger chest than most, so your breasts are less perky or firm than smaller ones. Pulling the blanket to cover them in fear of Larissa not liking them, you pause with the blanket up to your collarbone when her hand covers yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“Now, y/n, why would you ever want to cover those? I promise you, there is no need to hide yourself from me. I have been attracted to every part of you for some time now darling, including your curves, and hoping you shared my interest in pursuing a relationship.”

Like a burst of hope and light, your heart speeds up at her admission, making your chest heat and confidence grow. 

“I’m sorry Rissa, I am insecure about my body. All I ask is that you are reassuring and sweet with me so I can feel most comfortable. I trust you and you can pull the blanket down now. They might be bigger than you expected, I do my best to hide them away in my outfits.”

She brings her hand to your cheek and rubs her thumb over your skin, comforting you while giving you a tender look.

“I give you my word that I will go slow and show you how beautiful you are. My dove, how could I possibly dislike anything about you? My sweet girl, you just lay back and look pretty for me, alright sweetheart?”

With a quick nod to signify your consent, Larissa again places her hand on the blanket and lowers it. 

Large, full breasts are revealed, making her mouth water and her heart race. Your nipples harden in the air and she stares at them, entranced. You have stretch marks on the upper sides and large areolas. They sag slightly from their weight, resting apart and looking soft like the perfect natural pillows. 

“Oh my, look at these- I could worship them endlessly. So full and round- god, they’re huge!”

An instant blush takes over your face, neck, and upper chest. Larissa sees this and smirks knowingly, glad her praise made you feel reassured and flustered.

“Really? They aren’t… too big?”

Back is the soft gaze from the woman above you, although her dilated pupils betray her otherwise adoring demeanor. She waits patiently, ready to answer your insecurities with reassurance and honesty.  

“My dear, there is no such thing as ‘too big’ and they are perfect. I’m practically drooling at the sight of them. You must know that although you try to cover them, I’ve found myself staring at your cleavage often while you aren’t looking. And now, finally seeing them is making me insanely aroused.”

You feel something unfamiliar, a hint of acceptance in yourself, but mostly pride at making Larissa feel so needy at just the sight of you. Puppy eyes filled with love stare at her stunning face. She notices, and with a grin, places a loving kiss on your lips. 

“May I touch them, love?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper.

She turns her head downwards and gently cups your left breast, squeezing softly. Her eyes never leave your chest, almost glued to it, not wanting to miss a second. She lowers her head to your nipple and places light kisses on it, coaxing the bud to harden completely under her lips. Her hand drifts to your right breast and pinches your other nipple faintly, now both sensitive and standing at attention. 

Peering at your face while teasing you with her lips, she sees how content you are with the attention you’re receiving, yet restless, wanting more. You look back and beg shamelessly, thankful that she is giving you the touch you’ve desired for so long.

“Please, use your mouth… need you-”

Larissa wouldn’t dare deprive you of what you deserve, nor would she want to tease you when she promised to be gentle, so she reaches her tongue out and kitten-licks your bud. She repeats the motion, drawing the faintest moans from you while your body squirms from the sensation. Your nerves enter a frenzy while warmth shoots down to your core, making your clit throb intensely. She takes your nipple into her mouth and sucks while rolling on the right one between her fingers. Back arching and moaning desperately, you become louder and push your breasts further into her touch. Now, she moves to the other nipple and before latching on, says breathlessly,

“You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, my love, they are positively delicious.” 

Her mouth latches on, circling your areola with her tongue and suckling like she is addicted to your taste. 

“Oh god- Rissa that feels so good,” You exclaim at her skillful mouth and fingers.

She releases your bud with a pop. Once she sees how impatient you are, with your face partly scrunched in pleasure and your eyes wide and begging silently, she hears you. Almost too quiet for her to hear, you mutter “please” nonstop, so sensitive and desperate that your words are hushed from focusing on how she feels. 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m going to take care of you. First, let me get rid of this blanket.”

You smile, but your face drops at remembering your body. Your thighs, hips, and stomach are all parts of you that you hide, insecurity is now at the forefront of your mind, and you anxiously tremble.

“Wait- Riss I’m… I’m not sure you’d want to see me. I’ve got some squishy parts like my tummy and I am very self-conscious…”

Larissa pauses, taking your cheek in her palm, and says so sweetly yet seriously,

“Darling, I promise you that no matter how you look, you’re perfect in my eyes. Besides, I like my women with curves and everything that comes with them, I find it ravishing.”

She throws you a wink but remains genuine, making you comfortable to continue.

“Okay Rissa, thank you. I trust you.”

Tender hands grasp the blanket and pull it down to reveal a slightly chubby stomach that she instantly adores and wide hips with hip dips and stretch marks, down to thick thighs with cellulite. 

“Baby, you’re beyond stunning, look at how soft and curvy you are. I can’t wait to kiss and touch every inch and show how I admire all of you.”

You beam at her and she moves to kneel between your legs with her upper body, hovering above. She kisses you, starting at your lips, along your neck, between your breasts, slowly descending your stomach, and eventually just above where you throb steadily. She runs her fingertips along your sides, hips, and thighs until you shiver. Larissa looks up at you from her place between your parted thighs and finally presses her lips on your center. Her breath heats your core, and her tongue darts out to lick between your lips. The tip of her tongue nudges your clit, and your back arches, a moan slipping from your mouth. Continuing her licks and now sucking on your clit, two fingers gather your wetness and push into your entrance.

With a groan at the stretch, you look down at her, a smirk apparent on her face. She winks and starts thrusting in and out until your head falls back again, moaning deeply. She builds you up again with flicks of her tongue on your clit and a steady pace of her fingers pushing in and out. She stops suddenly, making you whine.

“Hold on love, I can’t help but give these some attention. So mesmerizing when they bounce for me.”

Larissa leans over you again to kiss, bite, and suck on your breasts. Although you are a mewling mess, you immediately notice when something presses against your entrance, and you realize that she picked up the rabbit vibrator to hold it against you. When she sucks one nipple into your mouth and tugs, she shoves the length into your sopping hole.

You gasp loudly and grip the sheets, bracing yourself as she starts fucking you at a quick pace. Your wetness makes a loud squelching sound that drives Larissa insane. She lifts her head to look at you and feels her rough pounding should be matched with praise.

“You take it so well darling, I can hear how fucking wet you are. Such a needy girl aren’t you? You look so pretty when I fuck you, I’ll have to do this as often as I can to see what a good girl you can be for me.”

You visibly quiver at her words, and they bring you closer to the edge. Larissa kisses your lips passionately, and right as she turns the vibrator on, she whispers in your ear,

“Cum for me my love, be a good girl.”

You explode and shut your eyes tight as she fucks you through your orgasm and keeps whispering praises.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good for me.”

“Good girl, make a mess.”

“So beautiful, yes baby, just like that.”

The vibrator turns off when your breathing evens out, Larissa keeping you from feeling overstimulated. You keep your eyes closed as your body fully relaxes under her. She slowly pulls the toy from inside you, and you groan slightly at becoming empty. She places the toy on the dresser atop a towel you prepared earlier and lays again on her side, propped up to view your post-orgasm state. 

Your eyes are already on her, with fondness and love shining through. Larissa smiles and kisses your nose.

“You’re adorable dearest, even when you are all messy and red. Do you mind if I stay here and hold you?”

You answer promptly,

“Thank you Riss, you look gorgeous as always. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and safe. I would love it if you stay and please spend the night if you are comfortable with that.”

“I would love to… and y/n? You have nothing to be self-conscious about. If anything, you need to be prepared for how obsessed I am with your body.”

You chuckle, and she continues.

“Let me take care of you tonight and I might need to use those incredible pillows of yours to lay on while I sleep.”

You laugh again with her and decide to turn things around.

“Why don’t you get undressed so I’m not the only one naked here? Although… I don’t know if I can resist what I’ll see...”

“Oh? That won’t be a problem at all. We have plenty more to do before we sleep,” she says with a mischievous grin.

[milfmuses]

First Fic! Larissa Weems x pregnant reader

A/N: Hi there! This is my first ever fic and I cannot wait to share my writing! I know it isn’t the best but as a beginner I wanted to try it out. I wrote some Larissa Weems x pregnant reader fluff since I could not find any and I hope that you enjoy <3 Many many thanks and love to @non-binary-frogking​ for helping me edit! 

Larissa Weems x Pregnant Reader

Summary: Larissa comes home after a long day to a pregnant reader and soft fluff ensues!

Warnings: brief nsfw (no smut), fluffiest fluff, pregnancy

Larissa trudged through the front door, finally home from Nevermore; Exhaustion plastered on her face. A new school year has just begun, leaving Larissa stressed with seemingly nonstop orientations and parent conferences. She let out a deep sigh and placed her work materials on the table gently, heels kicked off towards the door shortly after. Making her way to your shared bedroom, she reminisced about you.

Although she always thought of you throughout the day, today she especially missed you. Those soft eyes that gazed at her half-lidded in lovestruck awe, those adorable pillowy pink lips that she could never pull away from, your soft warm skin that she clung to each night and ran her fingertips over. She craved to hear your laugh that never failed to make her smile, your rambling about your hobbies and favorite things, your sleepy morning voice that makes her heart melt and her body warm. You were her sweet angel and from the day she met you, she vowed to love and cherish you like you were the most precious thing on earth. And to her, you were.

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As Larissa strode through the bedroom door, she saw you; and her smile grew instantly. There you were, half asleep, and reading a book that she had just bought for you… with your hand resting on the swell of your belly. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have you, her perfect wife, and the soon-to-be mother of her child. Her giddiness got the best of her and she laughed to herself. Your arm holding the book lowers once you hear Larissa, placing the book onto the nightstand. 

“What’s so funny my love? I really missed you today- and thank you for the book! I’m enjoying it quite a bit so far.”

Larissa stepped around the bed to you and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your lips and smiling into it. Once you break apart she explained the reason for her giggles. 

“You just look so precious, my darling. I can’t help but feel so incredibly happy seeing my adorable, pregnant wife.”

At this, your cheeks spread with a rosy blush, and you lowered your head to hide how bashful her words made you. Larissa finds your flustered state rather endearing, overjoyed that she can make you so soft with just her words. She reaches out with her hand and delicately traces your jawline from your ear to your chin.

“None of that sweetheart, let me see those gorgeous cheeks that I just love to make rosy.” 

She tilted your head up with her finger, peering into those eyes that she daydreamed about for hours. 

“You are so beautiful my dear, thank you again for carrying our child. You are practically glowing, pregnancy fits you quite well. I am so blessed and thankful for you my love.”

Your heart melts as you are overcome with love, so much so that you reach up and hold her cheek in your palm; pulling her into another loving kiss. Larissa moans softly into it, reaching down to place a warm hand on your pregnant stomach. She pulls away and kneels down next to your belly, now having grown massive with only weeks away from your due date. She looks from your belly to your face, watching as you grin down at her.

“Do you mind if I lift your shirt love? I want to give our little angel some kisses if that’s alright, but I wouldn’t want your tummy to be cold.” 

You’ve always appreciated the thoughtfulness and care your wife held for you. Larissa may be tall and look intimidating in those heels and professional outfits she wears for work, but deep down she is the most caring and tender woman you’ve ever met.

Her eyes locked onto your face looking for approval, a smile forming when you respond.

“Of course Rissa, please tell her that she needs to stop kicking her poor mama-“ you chuckle lightly “and that if she doesn’t behave, no more stuffies in the nursery!”

Larissa fakes a gasp and turns her head to talk to the growing bundle of joy in your belly.

“Little one, I can’t believe you’ve been so rude to your mother!” she playfully jokes.

She lifts your shirt until it sits just below your breasts and brings her head down to graze the swell of your belly. With a low hum, she whispers into your bump. “Don’t worry my baby girl, I wouldn’t dare deprive you of stuffies; you’ll be too cute to resist.”

Although her whisper was low and hushed, it was still loud enough for you to catch what she was saying. 

“Hey! I heard that Rissa. But I have to agree, she’ll be too cute not to spoil.”

“Speaking of spoiling, how about I hold you until you fall asleep? And maybe rub that cute belly of yours?” 

“Yes please Rissa, come here I miss you” 

“So needy are we? I’m right here darling I’ve got you, let me just put on my pajamas.”

Larissa quickly recovers your belly with your shirt and makes her way to the closet. While she starts to undress, you can’t help but stare at her stunning figure. Pregnancy has made you hormonal and emotional, along with a yearning for your wife’s body constantly. 

Too tired to further your desires tonight, you settled for watching her unclip the black lace-patterned bra that held her cleavage. Her soft breasts come to a rest as she tosses the fabric into the hamper. Next to go are her dress pants and that secret thong that only you know she enjoys wearing under it all. She keeps her back towards you and bends while tugging her panties down her smooth pale legs, so long and soft. Your eyes are then glued to her backside in lust and you catch yourself almost drooling at the sight. Only when she turns to you and winks do you stop looking, reddening but not daring to remove your eyes from her. You see the small patch of hair between her legs and can’t help but clench your thighs together. She lifts one leg and then the next, putting on some fleece pants that she knows you love on her. Little does she know, it really accentuates her ass and you go feral when she wears them. Once her shirt is on and she finishes her bathroom routine, she joins you in bed.

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She slips in next to you and immediately covers your body with the plush sheets. She places the blankets over you both to the best of her ability since your bump makes it hard to cover you completely. All the while, you are just keeping your eyes on her and feeling so loved, safe, and warm.

“Okay my dove, time for me to hold you. Come here, pretty girl.”

Her voice is quiet and affectionate, making you so comfortable that you feel sleepy. You shift your body towards hers and turn so that your belly presses slightly over and against her side, and your head is lying on her chest. One of your legs extends over hers and your arm wraps around her waist. She coos at you lovingly and brings one arm around to support your back and the other holds your baby, giving large circular rubs with a delicate hand. She places a kiss on the top of your head and begins to whisper down to you.

“My two angels, I promise to take care of you both and to love you forever. My sweet wife, you are truly my soulmate. I cannot wait to raise our beautiful baby girl with you. Rest now my darlings, time for you to sleep.”

Your eyes grew heavy as the warmth of her body and her words lured you into a state of security and comfort that only she brings. 

“I love you so much Rissa, you are my everything.”

“I love you too dove, sweet dreams.”