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Smooth Talker Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Requested on Wattpad! I normally don't do Part 2 requests, but an idea for this one popped immediately into my head and I couldn't let it go :)

Summary: Through a truly ridiculous series of events, you've managed to become a *triple* agent for the Resistance, being sent back to your original base by the First Order as a trusted spy after spending time as a Resistance spy in First Order territory. You can't wait to be back home, and even better, to tell your boyfriend Poe Dameron just what level of bs you managed to pull off.

Word Count: 1,522

Category: Fluff, Humor

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I tried to keep a smile off my face as I stood, back straight and hands behind my back, facing General Armitage Hux. He'd been my main point of contact for the past few months after he'd been the one to recruit me as a First Order spy, and the fact that I hadn't laughed in his face a single time that he'd been telling me all about what being a spy would entail was a true testament to my skills.

I'd been undercover for the Resitance deep in First Order territory when he'd come knocking with a bunch of soldiers because he suspected my apartment was a hideout for Resistance sympathizers and activity. And, to be fair, he was right. Poe Dameron, my boyfriend, had snuck in for a rare visit and left literal minutes before Hux and his friends showed up. But I'd done such a good job answering their interrogation questions that, instead of arresting me, they'd recruited me.

Now, after months of preparing, I was being sent on my way to find and infiltrate the Resistance's base. I'd need to be careful not to blow my true allegiances, but once I got out of range of the First Order and was only expected to make occasional reports, I couldn't help thinking this would be my easiest assignment yet.

"Are we clear on communication protocols and the kind of information we're most interested in?" asked Hux as I tuned back in to the end of his lecture. I nodded once, curtly.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Then best of luck to you. You're doing your Order a great service."

I saluted, fast and sharp, exemplifying the unshakeable, blind commitment they looked for in their recruits. I held it for a few moments, then Hux nodded and I let my hand fall back to my side.

"I look forward to hearing what you have to report."

The march through the rest of the ship felt like a dream. I was being dropped fairly far from anywhere the First Order suspected of being a Resistance base to make sure no one would be suspicious of me, but I was still closer to home than I'd been in a long, long time. I could swear I felt the latent tension of the past six months ease out of my shoulders as I watched the ship disappear without me on it.

I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, then quickly got my head back in the game. There was still a chance, however slim, that Hux was playing me. If I wasn't careful, I could accidentally lead the First Order right back to the Resistance base they'd spent so long looking for.

I spent the next week doing my due diligence, making sure no one was following me and that I didn't have a tracker on me anywhere that I didn't know about. I sent a brief update to Hux through the convoluted method we'd come up with for contact, telling him that I had a lead and was going to follow up on it, and then I finally started the trek home.

When the entrance to the Resistance base finally came into view another full week and change later, my heart leapt. It was vital to my cover that I didn't let myself dwell on how much I'd missed this place while living among First Order personnel, but now that I was finally safe, I almost starting crying at the sight of it. I hadn't really realized how badly I'd wanted to be back here until now.

I walked the rest of the way up with a massive smile on my face, scanning the crowd for anybody I recognized. I got some strange looks, largely from newer recruits who didn't know me, but then finally I found one of the people I was most hoping to see.

Poe Dameron stood just across the hanger with his back to me. I grinned and started walking towards him with purpose, and after a moment, the person he was talking to noticed me and pointed over Poe's shoulder. Poe turned around with a frown that quickly changed into a confused but beaming smile, then started rushing towards me. I sped up too, until we were running towards each other across the hanger. As soon as I got in reach, Poe picked me up and spun me around in a tight hug, then set me back on the ground only to pull me into a searing kiss. I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tangling my hands in his hair. I ended up breaking the kiss as a joyful laugh bubbled out of me; finally we were together without the looming threat of a First Order solider at the door ruining the moment.

"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, still smiling and completely breathless. I laughed again, joy overflowing in my chest as I looked at the man I loved.

"You'll absolutely never believe it," I said with a crooked smile. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued. "I've been recruited as a spy for the First Order."

"...You what?"

I laughed as Poe stared at me, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening. I couldn't exactly blame him–I still wasn't totally sure how I'd managed to get here.

"It's the craziest story you'll ever hear, and I promise to tell you every last detail later tonight. But right now, I should really go and see Leia."

"Now hold on a minute," Poe said, grabbing my waist and pulling me a little tighter to him. As if I'd be moving away from him voluntarily any time soon. "You have to give me a little more than that, first."

I smiled. "Okay, but you have to promise not to freak out when I tell you the first part."

Poe frowned, looking incredibly nervous, but nodded anyway.

"Alright..."

"So remember the last time I saw you, when you visited me in the apartment where I was hiding out to spy on the First Order? Well that same night, right after you left, General Hux and Kylo Ren themselves came knocking with a whole host of troopers at their backs."

"They WHAT?"

"You said you wouldn't freak out! Just listen."

I could see Poe practically vibrating and fuming with delayed panic and about a thousand questions, but to his credit, he managed to hold them back with nothing more than slightly tightening his grip on my waist.

"Well, they asked me a bunch of questions because they thought a Resistance spy base was operating out of my apartment-" Poe winced, but I ignored him and kept going. "-and I answered the questions well enough that they decided I was clearly a loyal member of the First Order with a passion for them and their rule. So, instead of arresting me, they recruited me to be a spy! Of course I said yes, and now I'm here as a triple agent, so I can feed them a bunch of bad information, or information that comes just a little too late for them to do anything about it while still being correct, all while being here again, on base with you and everybody else."

Poe huffed a disbelieving laugh, just staring and blinking at me for a few moments while he processed. Then a smile spread across his face again, even as he shook his head.

"That is... incredible. I can think of about a thousand other things I could say about it too, but... just wow."

"I know," I said with a grin. I stepped back slightly out of his embrace, then took his hand instead. At some point we would have to go do separate activities on base, but I didn't plan on spending a second away from Poe right now until I had to. "Now, I need to go talk to Leia and Major Ematt about all this. Come with me?"

Poe matched my grin, still shaking his head but letting me pull him out of the hanger base with me.

"Of course. I'd follow you anywhere, you absolute maniac."

I just laughed as Poe fell into step beside me, our hands still held tight as we marched through the base. By no means was this war over; we still had so much work to do, and being back on base didn't even come close to putting me out of danger. But now I was in danger and fighting alongside Poe and all the people I cared about, while still putting my skills as a spy to full use. It was the best of both worlds, and in the middle of fighting back against an Empire that just didn't want to stay down, victories like this alongside loved ones were the things most worth fighting for.

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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.

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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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