yes, he is

“You took your time, soldier!” Phasma barked, impatiently. FN-2187 or as his actual name of Finn had entered into his CO’s chambers with his helmet now firmly on.

“S...sorry Captain” the black stormtrooper stammered “I had to...”

“Silence!” Phasma snarled, her voice muffled by her chromed helmet. “I am willing to let your lateness go unpunished provided you do everything I tell you to” she didn’t need to see Finn’s face in order to see the sweat drip down his face, nervously. Helmet on or off, Phasma knew how to intimidate her subordinates. She knew she could probably intimidate Kylo into sobbing at her feet if she so desired. The times she and the young Sith had sex he would often ask her to be the dominant one in the room. He’d either ask her to dominate him or it would simply go unsaid and she would take the natural position of domming Kylo. There were only a few times Phasma was willing to take the submissive role and she could count them all on one hand.

“Y..yes, Captian” Finn nodded hurriedly.

“Good” the chromed female Captain said, satisfied “now remove your helmet” she ordered.

“Yes, Captain” Finn replied and grabbed his helmet with both hands and pulled it off and held it with his right hand on his right side showing his young and rather handsome face. A young man in his twenties, definitely the kind that Phasma enjoyed making into her little submissive bitch, just like all men she fucked consensually or the men she simply outright ****.

“Now present your weapon for inspection” Phasma barked in her usual rough no-nonsense commanding tone she would give orders on the battlefield and off.

Finn reached back and unclasped the standard-issue blaster he had clamped to the back of his armour and held it in both hands and presented it to the chromed Captain “here, it’s in perfect working order, Captain” his hand’s were slightly shaking as he held his weapon in his hands, presenting it to Phasma. There had been times he had heard about the Captain not being pleased with an answer she received and as a result outright killed the person unlucky enough to anger her.

“And your other one” Phasma said, her tone impatient. Seeing the confused look on Finn’s face she clarified “the one between your legs”

“C..Captain?” Finn said, still stammering, albeit a little confused.

Phasma’s patience had worn thin and in barely any time at all she had launched forward and grabbed Finn by the neck and slammed him into one of the wall’s of her chamber’s causing Finn’s head to slam against the flat surface, his vision going slightly blurry from the sheer **** of the impact and slowly increased her grip on the black stormtrooper’s throat “I said, the blaster between your leg’s!” her armoured hand instantly went to the black stormtrooper’s codpiece and began attempting to remove the hardened piece of armour that caged Phasma’s object of desire. Phasma knew what she wanted and she always got it whatever it was.

“If it isn’t what I expect it to be, I won’t be happy” Phasma let the threat linger as Finn imagined what horrible punishment the infamous Captain Phasma would inflict on him if she wasn’t happy with what he had dangling between his legs.