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cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

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First of all I wanted to say I love your writing, in particular I'm a fan of your Gwen's characters stories 🫶🏻.

I'd really like to read something about Captain Phasma x reader (something extra smutty maybe 👀) where our dear captain gets jealous because someone is flirting with R (they can be in an established relationship or not).

Maybe with some Dom/Sub kink, a little bit of degradation and bdsm, strap and strap warming and some breeding kink maybe (?)

Things Heated on Christmas Eve ~Dom!Captain Phasma xFem Sub!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Hehe, hiii anon!! Thank you for your request and your kind words! I appreciate this request, especially because Phasma could always use more content out there. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt- The Fight Before Christmas

Warnings: smut, little angst, dom/sub relations, strap-fucking, strap riding, strap warming, fighting, teasing, taunting, jealousy, degradation, degradation kink, breeding kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

The Captain watched as one of the lieutenants shamelessly flirted with you. It made her skin crawl. It made her want to rip that entitled lieutenant in half. But Phasma kept her composer quite well throughout the mission. While this man flirted away with you. Jealousy coarsed through the Captain’s veins, putting her in a bad moon. And no one messed with Phasma when she was in a bad mood.

You were hers, and Phasma’s alone…

It was Christmas Eve, and the Captain huffed into your shared private quarters after you two had finally made it back from the mission. She was very unhappy.

“Evening…” Phasma grunted towards you, not even making eye contact with you.

“Heyyyy Phas…” you hummed.

You came up behind the woman to help undo her armor, but she moved away from you, huffing away into the closet. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little. You knew what this was about. She was jealous.

Phasma came back, out of all her shiny Captain armor, and tried to go straight for the bathroom without a single word. But you stopped in front of the woman.

“Wait. Phas let’s talk about this…” you suggested.

You felt the jealousy and anger radiating off of her.

“What pray tell is there to talk about…?” The Captain seethed, looking down at you, her tone condescending and mocking.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms defensively.

“You are obviously upset about the mission.” You accused your partner.

Phasma placed her hands on her hips and huffed again.

“I am not. I had no issue with the mission.”

Her tone implied something you both knew was the true problem. Her eyes narrowed as she stared you down. You stared right back. When you didn’t respond, Phasma continued.

“My problem is you and that lieutenant…” She jeered, “What’s going on with the two of you…?”

You raised your hands defensively.

“This again?? There’s nothing! Nothing between us!!” You defensively exclaimed.

The Captain rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.

“Get out of my way.” She gritted out, wanting to get to the bathroom.

“No.” You said, once more defensively crossing your arms.

The Captain chuckled darkly.

“No…?” She breathed out.

You could practically see the fumes coming out of her nostrils. Her eyes were dark, swirling abysses. Her knuckles grew white as her hands gripped her sides.

“You don’t believe me…! Nothing happened, Phasma!” You whined desperately, growing more annoyed and frustrated with the woman.

At your tone of desperation, Phasma’s demeanor changed. She shifted her weight slightly before smirking.

“Make it up to me.” She coyly jeered.

Your eyes fluttered and your jaw nearly dropped.

“I—what…?” You stammered out.

The woman came up flush against your body. Her right hand firmly grabbed your chin.

“Make. It. Up.” She breathed into your ear.

You shivered at her tone.

“O-okay…” you stuttered.

Phasma smirked in dark delight before backing up. Your body yearned to lean forward for her touch. But you knew better. Especially when the Captain got like this…

“Kneel.” She simply ordered.

“Yes Ma’am” you whispered.

You immediately dropped to your knees, then looking back up at the woman for her next command. Phasma tilted her head, her eyes sprinkling with dominance and her lips curled up in a satisfactory smirk.

“Good sub.” She hummed, “Stay.”

You blushed lightly at the praise, before quickly turning your head to watch as Phasma left the room to go into the closet. After a few moments, the woman came back, wearing her pajamas with an obvious bulge in between her legs. You gulped and shifted in your spot.

Phasma stopped at the edge of the bed, sitting down right on the edge with her legs open, and looking at you intently. You looked back, eagerly awaiting her command.

“Crawl.” She said, indicating for you to crawl to in between her legs.

You gulped and nodded.

“Yes Ma’am…” you whimpered.

You got on all fours and began crawling towards the woman. She reveled in every second of you being on all fours on the ground for her. Finally, you made it to the edge of the bed where her legs were.

“Good slut.”

Your cheeks flushed at the degrading term. And the woman noticed. Phasma backed up to make room for you on the bed.

“Cockwarm me, silly slut.” She commanded you.

You immediately got up, stripping off all your clothes, and joining the woman on the bed. You straddled her form and slowly sunk down on her strap. You let out a low whimper as you took her all the way in.

Phasma leaned back on the bed, watching you in amusement and delight.

“Silly little slut…” Phasma taunted, “Couldn’t help but flirt with the lieutenant…”

The woman bucked her hips up, shoving the strap deeper inside you in the process.

“N-no—! Didn’t mean that mmm sorry…!!” You whimpered, desperately leaning forward to grab onto Phasma for some support.

“Oh but you did…” she breathed down your ear and neck, “You knew what you were doing… And all because you want me to fuck you like the stupid slut you are, hmmm…?”

You whimpered, the feeling of Phasma’s strap inside you but not moving making it unbearable.

“I did, I knew!! I’m sorry Ma’am… God Mmm sorry!” You whined, your eyes screwed shut tight.

“Oh little one…” the Captain said in a condescending and degrading manner, “does it burn…? You’re being such good slut cockwarming me…”

You whimpered out something incoherently, too busy trying to rock your hips for some friction. But Phasma was quick to halt you, firmly grabbing your hips and holding you still.

“Answer me, slut…” she growled.

“Mmmmmm hmmmm yes…!” You panted, the strap forced all the way inside you but not moving making it more and more difficult to concentrate.

“Yes you’re a slut or yes it burns…?” Phasma taunted.

You let out a desperate cry and nodded, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

“Yes b-both!!” You cried, “Please Phasma please move—!!”

Phasma merely smirked.

“Oh I would have…” she cooed wickedly, “if you hadn’t been such a bratty slut…”

The words of her tongue made you dizzy and just that much needier. You whimpered loudly and pouted.

“So…” Phasma said slowly, “Why don’t you beg, sweet slut…”

You looked the woman in her dazzling blue, lustful eyes.

“I… I’m sorry” you sputtered, “P-please please Ma’am…!! N-need to move m-move god please!!”

Your hands were shakily on the woman’s shoulders, holding them like a vice.

“Oh come on… You can do better than that, my little slut…” Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Please for the love of god move…!!” You groaned, “Please Ma’am I need you fuck!!”

“Hmmmmm…” the woman tauntingly contemplated, “Who owns you, pretty little whore…?”

“I— you do Ma’am…!!”

Suddenly Phasma thrusted up into you, hard. Your eyes rolled back and you groaned extremely loudly.

The woman then started pounding into you. At a relentless pace. Your tits were bouncing up and down rapidly, as you tried to level yourself to riding the woman’s strap. Your mouth fell open and you let out a string of whimpers and cries.

“This is the way you like it, little slut…? Hard and fast…??” Phasma purred wickedly.

“I… y-yes yes!! Mmm your slut—!” You cried out.

“Yea you are…” Phasma cooed lustfully, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as she rammed into you mercilessly.

“Ma’am mmm close!!” You whimpered desperately, tears brimming up around your eyes.

“Not yet, slut… Want to breed your filthy, little cunt first…”

You groaned desperately and nodded at the woman’s words.

“Please please breed me Ma’am—!!”

Phasma’s lips curled up into her smirk even more so, as she pounded up into you, until the fake cum shot out of the strap and deep into you.

You howled in pleasure, crashing into your orgasm right after her.

~~~

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