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I snorted loudly and embarrassingly upon reading this. +1

ohh i need this

Hux isn't surprised to find out that Kylo has never had sex with anyone before in any way. But it doesn't deter him. Instead, he decides to take it upon himself to teach Kylo how to please him, in full detail.

Then once Hux is satisfied, he reciprocates in kind to show Kylo how it's really done.

Just all the raw, fumbling, surly and embarrassed but surprisingly eager-to-please Kylo and Hux relishing in having the upper hand.

He has not seen his mother since he was ten years old.

She had made her goodbyes on base, duty calling and a hesitance in her face, in the way she had held him not so tight and only kissed his brow, the lightest touch of her lips. She did not want to scare him with her feeling, with how reluctant she was, afraid, regretful. The Force had always been strong in their family. There was little that she felt that he did not know.

He knew her hurts and disappointments, how she raged at Han, unreliable and fickle, ready to run away at the first sign of discord. His father was weak and lacking. He loved his mother maybe, could satisfy her physically (their lovemaking was as passionate as the arguments that followed and the walls in their quarters were only so thick). Han couldn't deal with the Force or his child or his wife or the force of them combined. He did not understand. Ben knew. He was there through it all.

The rare moments she cried in bed or beneath the shower and sometimes she would let him lay beside her and she would stroke his hair. Sometimes nightmares came of people he did not know or remember and she would hold him and stay until he could sleep peacefully the whole night through.

His mother was a beautiful woman, a powerful woman, a misunderstood woman. She was a woman and this is what Ben knew.

He had heard the stories of her triumphs, her defeat of the Hutt Lord, the demeaning chain and outfit she was forced to wear becoming a weapon she wielded. He had parsed the memories from his father's mind. His father held that fantasy close: his mother as a slave, submissive. It was the one thing she had never been.

Kylo Ren could remember his mother. He could feel her. He could hear her when he sent his lightsaber through his father's heart and he whispered back, safe in the knowledge that she could hear him:

I did this all for you.

In that case they should be called the Riders of Ren instead.

I heartily approve.

I'll give my firstborn for this.

OP is pro-kissing :)

BECAUSE THEY TIME TRAVEL.

They're looking for Vandal Savage in the First Order, because obvs. I'm sure you can find a flimsy excuse.

Sara and Rey, cute queer girls kicking ass together. Carter and Kendra being all "ohh I remember this life!". Ray and Poe geeking over his X-Wing. Does Finn meet Jax, with a weird sense of deja vu (they were in Attack the Block together)? Snart and Mick stealing anything cool that isn't nailed down? (Snart being perfect because oh God, I love him).

MASH UP ALL MY LOVE.

Rey agrees to become Kylo's apprentice and joins the First Order, but in truth, she only wants to discover Snoke's plans and put an end to them. she eventually falls in love with Hux. he doesn't trust her at all, but can't deny he cares for her way too much. they both realize their feelings are wrong, but they can't help it.
it can end in any way. maybe Rey falls to dark side and stays with the First Order, maybe Hux runs to the Resistance with her and eventually redeems himself, maybe they kill each other in the final fight, whatever, really.

Phasma is an Alpha, and Kylo and Hux are her Omegas.
I'm all for hot sexytimes, but if you can make it a slow build full of tension and feels, it will be even better ;)

OP: I agree, Luke would definitely handle it better and honestly just deserves to be loved/happy for once. Let's go with second option then! Thank you, kind person

seconded!

oooooh not OP but I like how dark and meta this became, it was good

Midichlorians have a way of changing someone's body chemistry. Other people are naturally, um, receptive to that chemistry, even to the point of becoming addicted to it. General Hux would never have thought he'd be one of those people, but the first time Kylo Ren's bodily fluids enter his system, he's hooked and can't get enough.

+Withdrawl symptoms if he doesn't get enough of him
++Dark!Rey exploiting his addiction for her own needs

Also can we take a moment to imagine Kylo Ren's reaction to his mom banging his coworker.

OP is absolutely amazed by this fill!!!

It's actually beautiful in a twisted way. I was holding my breath as I read it; especially the thought of Kylo *knowing* that Han had such a degrading fantasy regarding Leia and despising him for it. It was so in character for everyone involved. Oh my god, and the thought of Kylo hearing her crying and blaming his father for every tear sent chills through me.

Thank you so much, this is better than I could ever have hoped for! <3

In order to break Finn, The First Order brutally tortures Poe.
While General Hux or Captain Phasma facilitate the physical torture, Kylo resorts to using more psychological methods. While alone in a cell, Finn is forced to hear his partner's screams and pain-filled grunts. When The First Order plops Poe back into Finn's cell, the ex-stormtrooper attempts to tend to the pilot's wounds and comfort the hurting man, all while silently praying for a rescue mission, and silently vowing to make Kylo and his group pay for hurting Poe.

It started out as simply another confrontation with the First Order. The military unit had uncovered another of the Resistance’s hidden bases, forcing an emergency evacuation in the middle of an air strike.

Several squadrons of x-wings were escorting the transport ships through the line of fire, but Poe Dameron had pulled off course. Amidst the TIE fighters he’d been pummeling was a different ship, one that he recognized instantly – Kylo Ren’s personal Upsilon- class command shuttle. Ren was best suited for ground assaults, which meant the First Order was already sending in the next wave.

“Not on my watch.” He didn’t waste time, firing off round after round of proton torpedoes directly at the craft.

It wasn’t as versatile as a TIE fighter, but the durasteel hull could withstand quite a punch. It was only after he finally managed to break through its defenses and send it crashing into the atmosphere that Poe realized the initial trajectory seemed to be away from the planet, not toward it. He made another sweep around the giant Star Destroyer, but no other shuttles were deployed.

Something was definitely strange about that.

“This is Black Squadron Leader to base, do you copy?”

It was Rey who picked up the comm. “What’s going on up there?”

The young Jedi apprentice hadn’t been on base for more than a few weeks. When the attack started, she feared it was because she had been specifically tracked. But hardening her resolve, she pushed that fear aside, focusing on overseeing evacuation procedures on the ground.

“As soon as the troops are away, I’ve got something for you to check out.” He reported.

Finn, who just finished loading the last of the supplies, heard Poe’s voice and hurried over.

“What is it?”

“I just shot down Ren’s shuttle. Not too far from the eastern ridge.”

“What, you think there were survivors?” Finn broke in.

“No clue. But something odd was definitely going on.” The pilot continued to report. “Almost like he was trying to make a retreat.”

“That’s not like the First Order.” Finn insisted.

“Or Kylo Ren.” Rey added.

“Which means something odd was definitely going on. As soon as the last transport is away, I’m going to circle back to the crash site. Meet me out there.”

Rey could feel the force around her, including Poe’s unease. In the distance, she could almost hear a primal cry coming from the darkest aura she knew. Something was amiss, she was sure of it.

“I will.”

The escape took the better part of a day. The First Order’s assault had only been in the works for a week. No one, however, knew that the critical events had been set in motion almost nine months earlier.

instead of fucking Poe themself, his enemies drug him with strong aphrodisiac that basically makes him go into heat (not a/b/o verse). Cue desperate Poe begging them to fuck him, while they stand around and laugh...

bonus:
-Poe starts fucking himself with the first object he finds in his proximity
-slutshaming
-recording it to broadcast across the Galaxy

Rey and Finn took one of the last speeder bikes and made their way through the jungle. The lush vegetation provided an incredible amount of cover, or so they had believed, until the First Order attacked. It was a difficult trek to get to the eastern ridge, but one they were determined to make before they went off world.

“You sure we aren’t walking into a trap, Rey?” Finn wasn’t excited about the prospect of chasing after a downed First Order shuttle, but he wasn’t about to leave his friends either. Not this time.

“Something isn’t right.”

“You keep saying that. But what isn’t right?”

“I’m not sure. But I feel something… Ripples in the force, like he’s in an incredible amount of pain.”

“Those shuttles aren’t made to withstand an impact.” Granted, this was the enemy who took a Wookie bowcaster quarrel to the side and went right back out on the hunt. If anyone could survive the crash, it would have to be Kylo Ren.

“It’s not that kind of pain.” She insisted. “It’s something… I don’t know how to put it. Unnatural?”

Finn shook his head. There was little sense debating what they couldn’t see. “If you say so.”

Eventually, the trees opened up to reveal a large valley. They could still see the smoke from the crash, though it had thinned out over the last several hours. Poe’s x-wing was flying overhead, making a careful descent. Rey sped up, and soon, all three of the Resistance fighters were moving in on foot.

On first inspection, Poe’s handiwork was admirable. The hull was bombarded with shot after shot, but it was a blow to one of the engines that forced it down. The pilot was skilled, though, managing to steer the craft into one of the few open spaces available. He even glided it across the rocks like in an emergency water landing, but it did little to prevent one hell of a crash. The fire was still going, though, and what was left of the shuttle could still blow at any minute.

Searching the rest of the craft left only a few clues. Finn expected to find broken troopers littered throughout the ship, but there weren’t any. There was only one body on board, and it belonged to a decapitated pilot. The head was cut clean off and the wound was cauterized. The rest of the instruments didn’t fare any better.

“Kylo Ren.” Rey glanced around, searching her feelings as much as she did the ship. “He’s not here.”

“But he was. That was definitely his handiwork.” As a former Stormtrooper, he knew it all too well.

“But he obviously survived the crash.” Poe came up from behind. “And made damn sure no one would be able to track where he was trying to go.”

“Where do you think he was going?”

“Looking at all this, probably to the Supreme Leader himself.”

“Get BB-8 to pull as much information from the ship’s database as possible. Maybe there’s a fragment of something we can use.” Rey suggested. “In the meantime, we’ll track down Kylo Ren. He’s on foot, and he’s in pain, so he hasn’t gotten far.”

Poe began to argue, but Rey was unusually adamant about finding their foe as quickly as possible. Her Jedi senses were still new to her, but she trusted them. Right now, something was very, very wrong.

They split up again. While Finn was relying on burned limbs and uneven footprints Somehow, Rey had a natural inkling as to which way to go. Her senses were as keen as Master Luke’s. The closer they got, the bigger the intermittent ripples in the force became.

Finn spotted him first, in the distance. With his hood pulled up over his head, he was a black spot against chalky red stone. He was moving slowly. His awkward gait was nothing like the cold stride he was known for. Rey slowed the speeder, watching him. He seemed to stumble, landing in an equally awkward crouch until he was almost curled up into himself.

“What is he…”

Rey felt it again – a surge of pain that was stronger than before. She gasped, leaning against the bars of the speeder bike.

“Rey? Rey!” he held onto her, and the bike.

Rey nodded, even if she didn’t speak. After all, it wasn’t her pain she was feeling. It was something else entirely. After a minute or so, the unusual spell subsided and Kylo Ren stood up. He continued walking, just as labored as before. Rey felt breathless and unnerved.

“Do you have any idea what just happened?” Finn hissed.

“He’s projecting… his pain.” She whispered, catching her breath. “I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose.”

“Is that what you were feeling before?”

“I think so. But it’s stronger now.” She added. There were other feelings that weren’t there before either – fear, disgust, shame… Nothing that she would otherwise associate with Kylo Ren. “Let’s get over there.”

Again, they sped forward – this time, to engage. As they approached, Ren turned, lightsaber drawn and ignited. The energy was so strong and the sight was so shocking that Rey nearly crashed the speeder skidding it to a screeching halt.

It was Kylo Ren, but not as they faced him in battle nearly a year before. His unmasked face was leaner, gaunter and etched with more years of pain than even the scar could account for. Shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths and his entire body trembled. In one hand, he held his weapon in a death grip. In the other, he clutched a distended abdomen that all those layers of black fabric couldn’t hide. His legs threatened to buckle under the weight, and Rey found herself wondering how he was even standing at all. He was in such pain…

“What the hell?”

“… Get out of my way!” Ren bellowed, his voice broken by labored breaths. “I don’t have time for this!!”

He didn’t move to attack, though. There really wasn’t time, not before another wave of pain dropped him to his knees in the dirt. The lightsaber fell from his hand, shutting itself off when it hit the ground. Both hands wrapped around his stomach, squeezing as hard as he could. He could have screamed, but he held it back behind grit teeth until his face turned white.

Rey dismounted, and against anyone’s better judgment, pushed through the second-hand anguish and hurried to her enemy’s side. Ren, at least, was too blinded by his own pain to strike back. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the Jedi girl was approaching him, but he couldn’t do anything to stop her. He could barely hold himself together.

“Where the hell are you going? What did this to you?”

His answer first came in the form of a scream, and then in actual words.

“Su..Supreme Leader... Just… testing me… Training… more training…”

Training. Training for what? Rey wanted to ask, but she hesitated too long and the spell passed. Finn shouted, watching in slow motion as Kylo Ren grabbed his lightsaber and pushed himself to his feet. But the strike he feared most never came. Instead of beheading Rey, he stumbled backward, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. His running was as awkward as his walking. The added weight slowed him down and the pain made everything else a distorted blur.

“Rey!” Finn was at her side in an instant, and together they started after Kylo Ren.

“He said he was being tested. Some kind of training by the Supreme Leader.” She glanced at the former Stormtrooper as though he’d have insight into Ren’s strange response.

“Not any training protocol I’ve ever seen.” No, stormtroopers were expected to be in peak physical condition at all times. Ren looked like he’d had more than a few too many trips through the mess hall. “Jedi thing?”

Rey shook her head. She’d only seen the beginnings of Jedi training, but nothing she’d undergone with Master Luke left her body bloated or put her in such a compromising position of outright agony. He said the Supreme Leader did this, but why? What benefit could it possibly provide the First Order to have their figurehead put this far out of commission? It didn’t make any sense!

“Kylo Ren, stop!” she tried to get through to him. Through the force, even his very life signs were way off. It was like seeing double and it made her slightly dizzy. “We’re not here to hurt you! We can help you!”

He stumbled, barely catching himself before he hit the ground. “You don’t understand! You can’t interfere!”

“Whatever kind of training this is, it’s ridiculous. It can’t go on!”

“Yes, it can!” he shouted, grimacing. His eyes were wild. His body was shaking. The pain was overwhelming, but he still tried to tap into it for strength. It was what the Supreme Leader, in his infinite wisdom, would tell him to do. He knew it. “It has to go on! I’m close… closer than I’ve ever been… and I’m not going to let you stop me!”

As he turned again, he found himself with nowhere to go. Poe was coming in for a landing, and Ren fell to the ground as the engines rumbled by. The pain was back in full force, and it racked his body with shakes and sobs. He couldn’t get up. He couldn’t even move.

Poe practically leapt out of his fighter, only to be faced with the bizarre sight. Fortunately, life experience – especially where having older female relatives was concerned – gave him insight that the two isolated orphans simply didn’t possess.

“I always assumed you were a man.” He looked down at Kylo Ren, who wasn’t exactly in a position to confirm or deny his accusation. But Ren had to be a woman, right? That was the only way this made any sense.

When Rey and Finn caught up, they couldn’t hide their confusion.

“Isn’t it obvious? She’s pregnant.”

Rey and Finn stared at Ren, and then back at Poe. That wasn’t possible. How the hell was that even possible?

“Pregnant and going into labor.” He knelt down next to Ren with newfound seriousness. “Hey… hey, listen to me. Breathe. It’ll pass. The contraction’s going to pass.”

Kylo Ren was in no position to argue. His body was completely betraying him, the final stage of his training was almost over and he couldn’t get to his master. Even worse, he was actually desperate enough to follow the pilot’s instructions. All that time, all that torment was culminating in a failure even bigger than the destruction of Starkiller Base. Tears began to slide down Ren’s cheeks. The Supreme Leader was going to be very, very disappointed.

Poe glanced back at his friends, who were both still completely stunned.

“Is there any medical equipment back at base? A droid? Something that can deliver a baby?”

Rey simply shook her head. Finn loaded the last of the supplies on a cargo freighter that took off hours ago. All that was literally left at base was the Millennium Falcon, which Rey arrived in, and what rations she might have stockpiled there in case of an emergency.

Poe, of course, was no doctor. Recognizing the problem and solving it were two very different things. “Shit…”

Sorry for the abrupt ending, this was meant to be part of a larger fic that has somewhat stalled.
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Ben Solo had always admired powerful women. Kylo Ren wasn’t that different.

The first one was of course his mother. Little Ben’s favourite bedtime story wasn’t one of Uncle Luke’s funny Jedi training anecdotes, or one of dad’s action filled smuggling stories (and hadn’t that wounded Han’s pride just a little) – it was the story of his mother strangling Jabba the Hutt with the very chain he had used to keep her prisoner. Leia wouldn’t tell it to him herself of course, no matter how many times he begged or pleaded with teary eyes. It was left to Uncle Luke to fill in the details as he had heard them, or maybe Han if he was in a mood to indulge his child’s weird pre-occupation with that story. A man had tried to control her, enslave her, and she’d murdered him in cold blood with the tools of his domination. Sometimes in his teens he would dream of her strangling him that way, and awaken covered in his own release. Those sheets he washed himself, guiltily, though his heart twisted at the thought he should be ashamed of his desire.

Ben never felt safer than when he was with his mother. When she held him, he felt her love and strength all around him and he knew she would never let anyone hurt him. But, as he grew older the cuddles became less frequent quick hugs; more lip service to comfort than the hours spent nestled against her as they read holobooks together had been. He remembered the day she had started drifting from his reach. He was seven years old and bored with the story he was sat with. She was reading reports, and something in them flared a memory of fear and anger that he felt resonate in his mind. It was different than the fear and anger she felt when she and Han were arguing; that was a pricking kind of anger, irritation at his father still tempered by her love, and fear of him never coming home again. This was icy-cold and sharp, burning like frostbite.

Intrigued, Ben’s mind reached out to hers to discover the source. What could frighten his mother? He glimpsed the monotonous grey of a starship interior, men in uniform holding her...and a figure all black and inhuman that was the source of those feelings. Vader, her mind echoed before she realised Ben was there in her head and tried to block him out. This time he would not let her push him away in her ever-firm-yet-gentle way. The masked man was hypnotic somehow, and he needed to know why she feared him. He pressed harder, and he saw. Everything. His mother was so brave, so beautiful, so defiant against the walking nightmare. She was beautiful in her rage, in her determination and grit even after hours of torture. She had wanted to hide this from him?! No, Ben she pleaded silently, trying to withdraw from him instead.

His will gripped harder, and insinuated itself further into her memories. This time he saw and felt Jabba’s death for himself. Her humiliation burned him, made him feel his own rising anger as well as the echo of hers. The chain in her hands, hot and heavy, arms aching with the strain of pulling it tighter and tighter, disgust at the deed and at the still drooling, quivering mass she struggled against, a moment of bubbling hysteria as Jabba’s tail comically quivered before he drew his last gasping breath. Overwhelmed by the glory of his mother’s righteous vengeance, he felt her feel his own exhilaration and recoil from it. Please...

He ignored the desperation in her thought. It wasn’t enough. If she loved him like he knew she did, surely she wouldn’t want to hide a part of herself from him like this? He rifled through her memories like a toy chest, picking up and examining the parts that interested him most. He didn’t notice at the time how her physical body had gone unpleasantly rigid against him, how her mind was scrabbling against his trying to push him away but not strong enough to gain purchase. He lingered over a memory of Leia masturbating - this time the (first) flush of desire she felt through him repulsed her. Confused at the rejection, his will slipped enough for her to slam the metaphorical door shut on his fingers and lock it. She leapt from the sofa and away from him into her bedroom, locking the physical door between them also. He heard her crying, and felt her fear in the air. Fear of him.

She didn’t come out for hours, no matter how he begged and wept and promised to never do it again. The fact that he had upset her made him angry; at her - because he still didn’t exactly understand why it had been so wrong, and anyway why hadn’t she come back at him full of fire like she had with others who had hurt her? – but mostly at himself. His hands itched for something to smash. Han returned home from catching up with old friends at the bar to find his son sitting panting, exhausted, in the middle of wreckage that bore a slight resemblance to the living room he had left that day, and his wife locked in their bedroom, wild-eyed with terror.

It wasn’t long before Uncle Luke started stopping by with increasing regularity to test the limits of his force-skills, and about a year and a half later he was shipped off to the make-shift Jedi Academy his Uncle had cobbled together. Leia had never mentioned the incident afterwards, and Ben was careful to only let himself gently caress the surface of her mind in future, but he knew he had lost her forever. Now when she looked at him she remembered Vader more and more frequently, which made him upset and angry, which made her (and others around them) think of Vader more and more.

Making it back to the deserted base was a challenge all its own. Finn was tasked with carrying Kylo Ren bridal style while trying desperately to hold on to the speeder bike. Rey, meanwhile, was just trying to not to crash. The contractions, as Poe put it, came with enough force energy to incapacitate her if she let them. Fortunately, they came at very regular intervals. The longer their trip lasted, the easier it was to predict when to slow down.

By the time they got back, the latch to the Millennium Falcon was already open. Kylo Ren had forced himself out of the former stormtrooper’s hands, staggering in under his own power. Were this any other place and time, he’d be slashing through whatever was left of the Resistance, including the troublesome girl. But right now, even walking was a struggle. Beads of sweat clung to that gruesome scar. Were it not for willpower, he likely would have collapsed.

Poe came to meet Kylo Ren, offering an arm for support. Ren refused, but Poe gently insisted, simply by keeping his body close. When he realized he was being led aboard the ship, though, Ren stopped dead in his tracks.

“No.” he hissed breathily. “No…”

Poe took a step back. He was starting to assume the deep voice was the product of a modulator, but this was definitely deep enough to be a man’s. It didn’t make sense. Ren was pregnant. Ren was obviously pregnant.

“We need to get you medical attention. And that means getting off this…”

“I’m fine!” he shouted, falling as he pushed Poe away. He would not allow himself to be captured by the Resistance – not like this. But he had little ability to fight back, and he hit the ground hard. As he sat, he clutched his stomach tightly. He even hit it a couple of times, until Poe latched onto his arm.

“Don’t do that… don’t do that!” He tried to soothe Ren. Rey could feel the desperation, the sheer panic, flooding from their enemy’s dark aura. It was palpable enough to nearly make her sick.

“Let go of me!!”

“You’ll hurt the baby.” Poe insisted.

“So what?!” he hissed, fist tightening in Poe’s strong, yet gentle grasp. “It’s just… it’s just going to die anyway!”

That remark even had Finn taken aback.

Ren curled against Poe as the next contraction hit. To the pilot’s surprise, he could feel tears soaking through his shirt. Kylo Ren was sobbing – shaking and sobbing.

“It’ll pass. Breathe. Remember?” his voice was soft, comforting enough that even Ren was willing to follow his lead. It couldn’t entirely block the pain Rey was perceiving, but it did make it tolerable. She knelt down beside them as well.

“Out there, you said this was some kind of training…” she whispered, putting a careful hand on Ren’s shoulder. “What did you mean?”

Ren sunk against Poe’s chest as he weakly whispered a response between haggard breaths. “Supreme Leader… wanted to complete my training… and punish my failures…”

“Punish your…”

Poe shot Rey a frightened glance that she couldn’t place. He put a protective hand on Ren’s shoulder, and when Ren didn’t pull away, he started running it through that silky hair.

“I don’t understand. What kind of training would…”

Poe grunted, cutting her off, but Ren still answered through clenched eyes and grit teeth.

“Darth Plageus knew the secret. My grandfather… wanted to learn… The Supreme Leader gave it to me and said the pain… the pain would make me stronger than all of them… And when I felt it… to… to return to him…”

“The secret?”

“Life… the laws of the universe… obey his commands. I… I’m just a vessel for the darkness… The Supreme Leader is wise…”

“Rey…” Poe whispered, “Not now… Please.”

He held Ren against his body, rocking him gently. Unfortunately, he’d seen enough of the world to know this too. What Ren was describing wasn’t a training exercise. It was coercion and rape, which produced a child of all things. Ren was clearly being forced to carry it to term with the knowledge that it would likely be killed soon after it was born. The whole ordeal made his heart sink into his stomach.

“We’re doing this here.”

“Here? You just said…”

“Get BB-8. Patch into any computer that’s left and see if you can find anything about delivering a baby.”

Poe wasn’t going to take anyone anywhere against their will, especially not someone who had been taken against theirs in the worst way imaginable.

“What about me?” Finn asked as Rey hurried inside with the droid at her heels.

“Find some blankets, pillows, anything to make her more comfortable.” Poe softly ran his hand through Ren’s hair again. “You’re safe here. I promise…”

While Poe stayed by Kylo Ren’s side, Finn managed to construct a makeshift cot in the abandoned hanger with a couple of blankets he found on the Falcon. The contractions were coming about ten minutes apart now, a smaller interval than they were before, and growing increasingly painful. Rey had done her best to get Poe all the information he requested, but in the end, it wasn’t going to help.

When Poe finally managed to convince Ren to let him remove those robes, he got more than he bargained for.

Ren really was a man.

It was impossible. It was completely impossible! But it was true. The secret he spoke of, being a vessel for the darkness… This was a man literally impregnated by the force, meaning it wasn’t just rape that Kylo Ren endured. It was torture that made Poe’s own interrogation at his hand seem innocent.

He struggled to even comprehend such sadism. To have something inside his body that wasn’t his own, that he didn’t want and was never designed to carry. To have it grow, slowly stealing his strength – and from the way the rest of him looked, he doubted there was any kind of care or concern given to maintaining that strength in the first place. To swell and distort his appearance, making him both a monster and a mockery at the same time. And then, after months of pain and humiliation, there was nowhere for the damn thing to go! There was literally only pain – pain that wouldn’t go away until he was split open and the baby forcefully removed and killed in front of him. Maybe he’d be instructed to kill it. And if he couldn’t? What then? Would he be killed? Left to die, vivisected and alone?

If ever there was proof that the dark side was twisted, this was it.

“What do we do?” Rey paced. “He was trying to return to his Supreme Leader. If we managed to signal the First Order…”

“No.” Poe struck that idea down without hesitation. “We won’t do that. We are not the monsters that they are!”

“Aren’t we? He’s in fucking agony and we can’t do anything about it. His leader made it, his leader can take it out.”

“No.” he stomped his boot against concrete. “Do we have a field kit? Surgical tools of any kind?”

“Oh, so cutting it out ourselves makes us better monsters?” Finn’s voice barely carried over the agonizing screams of Kylo Ren’s torturous labor. Another contraction racked him to his very core. Any hope of harnessing the pain for anything useful had long gone by the wayside.

Poe glanced over his shoulder. If they did nothing, Ren would probably die. Even if they did manage to get him on the Falcon and to a Resistance stronghold, he would be put to death as soon as the baby was safely delivered. He also couldn’t help but notice, for all the times he praised his Supreme Leader’s infinite wisdom, Ren didn’t seem all that eager to face him again. It was quite the opposite, in fact.

“He’s helpless. And he’s terrified.” Poe whispered. “I think he actually trusts us.”

“That trust doesn’t exactly go both ways.”

“But it does have to start somewhere.” Rey countered. She could feel his pain, and she could almost hear Leia whispering the hopeful mantra in her ear, ‘There is good in him. I know it.’ Poe’s sympathy was born out of revulsion for the atrocities Ren had already suffered. There were some things a man didn’t even wish on their greatest enemy. Her sympathy was coming from the Force. “I’ll see what I can find.”

Poe sighed. “Thank you.”

Kylo Ren always had an unhealthy obsession with Poe growing up, during his interrogation he finds out that Poe and Ben are in love/married. Kylo Ren is furious and jealous that his brother is taking whats his and takes it out on Poe.

+Poe dealing with his rapist and his husband having the same face

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Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

Re: Kylo Ren/Poe

Re: Kylo/Hux, Hux is badly injured saving Kylo

Hux/Kylo Ren - Teaching the virgin

mini fill

Re: Kylo Ren/Knight(s) of Ren

Re: Rey/Ben Solo

Re: Those two Stormtroopers on patrol

[Gen] Legends of Tomorrow crossover, the team end up in Star Wars time.

Rey/Hux, post-movie

Phasma/Kylo/Hux, omegaverse!AU

Re: Rey/Luke - Jealousy

Re: Poe/Finn or Poe & Finn, masturbation interruptus, awkwardness

Re: mini fill

Kylo/Hux, possible Kylo/Hux/dark!Rey

Re: Leia/Phasma

Re: mini fill

Poe Torture

FILL: The Twisted Workings of the Dark Side 1/6

Poe/any, Poe/himself - noncon, slutshaming, humiliation

FILL: The Twisted Workings of the Dark Side 2/6

2nd mini fill, different Anon.

FILL: The Twisted Workings of the Dark Side 3/6

FILL: The Twisted Workings of the Dark Side 4/6

Ben/Poe, Kylo Ren/Poe (Non Con) Ren and Ben are twins