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Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I may have gone a little off from the prompt but I hope it's enjoyable?

CW: non-don/dub-con, evil Hux, psychological torture and stuff

This is really not a happy fic in anyway


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Hux rolls his shoulders tiredly, it’s been a long day at work and he can’t wait to get back to his quarters in order to relax. The thought of returning to his quarters brings a smile to his face that he barely manages to suppress. Things have been a lot less lonely over the last few months with his new housemate.

This thought prompts Hux to walk a little faster, eager to return to his rooms. He can barely contain his excitement as he presses his palm to the door and keys in the code.

“Darling, I’m home.”

There’s the sound of something clattering in the area of the kitchenette. Hux waits a moment, giving his dear one a chance to collect himself and come out to greet him. It doesn’t please him to have to dole out punishment when a bit of patience garners him what he desires.

When Poe Dameron, now Poe Dameron-Hux since their marriage in the eyes of the First Order, comes into the main room and he is a vision of loveliness. Today he’s chosen to wear a knee length black dress that drapes over his form lovingly, with cut-outs at the top that show off his golden shoulders. There is a blood red ribbon around Poe’s waist that hands down the front of the dress, a small enhancing detail. Hux does so love him in black and red, the colours of the First Order. There’s a smile on his lips and Hux doesn’t mind that it doesn’t reach his beautiful brown eyes; they’re still working on that after all.

In Hux’s opinion he looks much better dressed up like this, curled hair perfectly in place and the lightest touch of rouge to his lips and cheeks. Such a beauty should never be tarnished or hidden under dirt and grime.

“Welcome home dear.” Poe fits so well into Hux’s arm, especially now that he’s begun to lose the muscle mass he’d had when Hux had first acquired him. Obediently he tilts his head up and who is Hux to deny his lovely wife the kiss he so craves?

Pulling Poe tight against him, Hux massages Poe’s lips with his own, slowly coaxing his mouth open so he can lick into his mouth. Today Poe tastes sweetly of the jaquira fruit that Hux had requisitioned specially for him. He knows he indulges Poe perhaps a bit too much but his darling one deserves it, he had a difficult few months after Hux had taken and wed him.

Reconditioning was difficult enough, doing so while still trying to keep certain traits in tact had required a special touch. Hux had not taken pleasure in hurting Poe so brutally. He much prefers this docile Poe who remembers his life before but found himself so loyal to Hux. There are days when Hux can see Poe warring with himself, fighting against his new place in life. Hux takes particular joy in holding Poe down and making love to him on those nights, Poe’s eyes bright and shinning with tears.

Building Poe into the perfect wife has been a much more enjoyable experience; Poe does so well with an orderly schedule and strict rules. His only concerns are looking pretty and keeping Hux happy, and he does it so wonderfully.

Hux only regrets that he never thought of this when they’d first captured Poe all those months ago on Jakku. So much wasted time.

“What did you do all day my darling?” It’s difficult to pry his mouth away from Poe’s, but it would be rude not to ask.

Poe smiles and pulls away enough to take Hux’s hand and lead him into the kitchenette. “Lieutenant Mitaka stopped by and informed me that today marks the approximate date of your birthday so I baked you jaquira fruit cupcakes!”

Hux would be irritated at Mitaka for telling Poe such an inane detail but seeing Poe happy is Hux’s happiness. He is of course pleased that allowing Poe to have someone aboard the Finalizer to speak with was making the transition to his life here easier for him. “What a delightful surprise. Thank you.”

“Do you want to try one?” It’s delightful how eager Poe sounds as he reaches to grab one of the cakes and hold it up to Hux. Obediently he takes a bite despite his dislike sugary pastries and is surprised that the treat is not unpleasant. “Do you like it?” Poe asks eagerly, looking up at him with those lovely soulful brown eyes; if Hux sees a little fear there, well that makes it all the better doesn’t it?

Hux pulls Poe against him and drops a kiss to Poe’s forehead. “It’s delightful darling, but there’s one treat I would prefer much more.” Poe is pliant in his arms as Hux leads him to their bedroom, his arm wrapped around Poe’s waist possessively.

Poe’s body trembles against his own and Hux can feel the fraction of a moment where Poe hesitates to follow along. It seems that tonight will be spent reminding Poe of his place. Happy birthday indeed.

Their bedroom is spacious, simple and orderly. One side of the room contains two wardrobes; one containing his uniforms and the other the lovely dresses that he buys for Poe. Poe’s vanity sits between the two wardrobes. Most of the other side of the room contains their bed, and one small nightstand.

With a firm hand Hux leads Poe into the room, releasing him a few steps before the bed and the sitting himself. “Show me something lovely.”

Hux watches as Poe bight his lip, teeth digging into the lush skin before he reaches down and slowly lifts up the bottom of his dress. A moan of delight catches in Hux’s throat at the sight of the garters that are holding Poe’s stockings up. He’d thought that Poe’s figure looked particularly delicate and delectable today and he knows now it is due to the black garter belt that Poe was wearing.

Beyond the stockings and belt Poe was wearing nothing under the dress; completely bare to Hux’s eyes.

“Turn around for me darling.”

Poe obeys turning away. When Hux grabs him by the hips to pull him closer he only starts slightly. Greedily Hux wants to see how far he can push Poe until he breaks under the pressure and the lick away his tears as he drowns in despair at his situation.

There is nothing more beautiful than knowing you have broken something so perfectly.

Hux shifts his grip so that he’s grabbing on to the tender globules of Poe’s ass, pulling them apart to lean forward and run his tongue up the crack. He’s met with the taste of his favourite lubricant, the artificial cherry sweet on his tongue. “Someone was prepared to give me quite the goodnight tonight.”

“O-of course my dear husband,” Poe’s voice shakes only slightly and grinning Hux repeats his earlier action, this time dragging his tongue around Poe’s puckered entrance, he can feel Poe trying to suppress any sounds of pleasure. This simply won’t do; Hux wants Poe to come undone for him.

He manages to pull out a strangle gasp as he plunges his tongue inside, licking up the lube that Poe must have so carefully applied earlier. Poor Poe will just have to slick himself up again under Hux’s watchful gaze. Poe does look so lovely on his knees.

Spearing his tongue, Hux pushes it as deep as he can, smirking to himself as Poe loses the ability to mute himself and dissolves into a bundle of helpless pleasure. Hux wants to drink in every moan and gasp of pleasure; perhaps he’ll have Poe ride him so he can do just that.

By the time he’s cleaned Poe out; his darling wife is shuddering so hard that he can barely stand. Pulling away, Hux releases his grip and watches as Poe falls to the ground in a tangle of black cloth. “My darling, it seems you’ve enjoyed that. However you’re no longer slick for me, you’ll have to apply more lubricant.”

Poe struggles a moment to straighten his dress out and then turns to face Hux, his cheeks are deliciously flushed and Hux can see that there are tear stains on his cheeks. “Y-yes h-husband.”

“Go and fetch the lube,” Hux watches as Poe moves to stand. “No darling, on your hands and knees, and then bring it back to me.”

Hux watches as Poe’s head dips down the slightest bit in despair before he does as he’s told. The dress is quite pulled down enough to cover Poe’s ass, and Hux very much enjoys the sight of the bruises that mark Poe’s hips and ass; the marks are a physical sign of Hux’s ownership over Poe.

Groaning at the sight, Hux undoes his pants enough to slip his hand inside and pull his erection out, stroking it as he watched Poe.

When Poe crawls back over, lube in hand, he doesn’t raise his head at all to look at Hux. With his free hand Hux reached down and tilted Poe’s face up to look at him. The tears were back even though it was obvious Poe was trying to fight them, what could Hux do but make this more humiliating for Poe to encourage him to cry. “On your hands and knees facing away from me my darling, I want to watch you slick yourself up for me.”

Obediently Poe turns around; he knows so well what would happen should he displease his husband. The dress slips down Poe’s back as he raises his hips and spreads his legs, presenting himself and his glistening pink hole for Hux. The sight of it is enough to make Hux moan. “So beautiful.”

He can hear Poe uncapping the lube and watches with baited breath as Poe reaches between his legs and presses two fingers into himself without hesitation, working quickly to slick himself up.

“Lovely.” Hux moans, stroking himself as he watches. He knows that Poe doesn’t need much preparation by this point but there’s humiliation in making him do this for Hux’s pleasure and Hux knows that the position Poe is currently in is fairly uncomfortable.

Poe shines most beautifully when he’s in pain, and tonight Hux wants him to blaze like the brightest star.

Hux makes Poe fuck himself with his fingers longer than he needs to, enough that Poe is beginning to fight back small noises, sounds that are part way between pain and pleasure. “Come here now, I want you to ride me.”

With a gasp of relief, Poe removes his fingers, scrambling on to Hux’s lap with his legs on either side of him. In this position the dress covers them, and Hux finds that very erotic. Poe doesn’t delay sinking down onto Hux’s erection, and Hux watches Poe’s face as he bites his lip against the stretch as his body adjusts around him.

There’s a moment where neither of them move and then slowly Poe begins to lift his hips up and then press them back down. It’s slow and torturous.

Hux waits until Poe has built up a good rhythm before he speaks. “What would your General Organa say if she could see you now my darling?” Poe’s muscles tighten around Hux but he doesn’t dare stop or say anything. In his eyes Hux can see shock and pain, reaching up he cradles Poe’s face. “You’re being fucked by the enemy and you love every minute of it. I know that you crave my touch; I’ve made you dependent on me. To be away from me would be much the same as denying your body air.”

“W-why. . .” The tears Hux craves have not yet fallen but he can hear the pain in Poe’s voice and he drinks it up with a bruising kiss.

Hux pulls away, speaking against Poe’s lips. “Because you are mine my darling, to use and abuse. You are most beautiful when you are trembling from my touch, torn between hating me and loving me and absolutely helpless to do anything about it.” He jerks his hips up and delights in Poe’s shout of pleasure at the action. “The Resistance was killing you; you are far too beautiful for that chaos. I have given you everything that you need; structures, rules and a simple purpose.”

Poe shakes his head violently, sending tears flying. “No! I belonged with the Resistance!”

“You belong with me, keeping yourself pretty and making me happy! Isn’t life so much better now?” Hux’s hands are on Poe’s hips now, grasping them tight through the dress as he fucks up into him, above him Poe is mostly still, his breath coming out in stuttered sobs. “You know what I say is true.” Every thrust is calculated just so and Hux knows that Poe is helpless against the pleasure assaulting his body.

“No. No. No.” Poe’s hands come up to Hux’s chest trying to push himself away. “The Resistance will not be intimidated by you!”

Yes! Hux laughs as he twists them around, pulling out and pushing Poe face first into the mattress before pushing back into him aggressively. “I will destroy your pathetic Resistance and make you watch every moment of it! I will bring General Organa’s head and lay it before you as an anniversary gift for you my beloed!”

Poe’s sobs increase in volume as Hux reaches under him and grabs his still hard cock, jerking it roughly as he continues to pound into Poe hard enough that the man will not be doing much walking for the next few days. With a helpless wail Poe comes, his seed spilling onto Hux’s hand and his body becoming impossibly tight around Hux.

It takes very little for Hux to cum, pulling Poe close and filling him. He falls across Poe’s back when he’s done, allowing his breathing to calm and listening as Poe cries. With calm efficiency he pulls out and cleans them both up, removing both their clothing. Poe doesn’t even try to resist, pliant under Hux’s hands, his sobs have stopped but the tears continue to run down his face. To Hux he looks like a beautiful doll that has been broken, how fortunate that Hux takes care of his things.

“There, there darling, you did so well.” Hux pulls Poe into his arms and runs his hands down his back in a soothing motion. “Sleep now, everything will be better in the morning.” Perhaps the words are not a comfort to Poe; even so he still curls into Hux’s body in response to the comfort being offered.

Hux knows that tonight he may have indulged a little too much and it may have done more harm than good to Poe’s psyche. He vows to spend the next days making it up to Poe; a shopping trip for some new dresses and jewellery may be in order. To make it more special he will allow Poe to accompany him this time, it may also prove a good time to visit home and introduce his wife to his parents.

Yes, it will be good for his wife to meet his new family and Poe would be much safer on Arkanis than on the Finalizer when Hux mounts his final attack against the Resistance.

With that thought in mind, and Poe finally settled into sleep against him, Hux closes his eyes for some much needed rest.

He never cared about celebrating his birthday but today has been a very good day. He’ll have to find out Poe’s birthday and give him a special day in return.

Re: Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Nice!

Re: Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Wowww..so fcked up, so twisted yet so good and i love it!
Poor Poe (but still his pain and humiliation are so enjoyable to see :D)
Will the 'in-laws' approve of Hux's new pretty 'wife'?

Re: Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-07 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, I'm 97% sure I'm going to hell for liking this fic so much but I honestly couldn't help it - it's just so wonderfully twisted (AND very well written).
Also, remembering how good Oscar Isaac can look when crying didn't help one bit. Dammit.

Any chance of a sequel with Poe's birthday?

Re: Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-07 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Yikes.
Brilliant fic. XD

Re: Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe, sometimes I get caught by a bug that has me writing sequels to things.

Re: Superman's Dead [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-08 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, please!

Re: fill: "Reconcile" [1b/2]

(Anonymous) 2016-07-10 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy shit, this is just incredible. Your writing style is so pleasing to read and it felt so biting, just like Kylo's inner monologue would be. I was going out on a limb with this because I don't feel like Dark Poe is ever really done convincingly enough but I'm so glad I did, because you've done it perfectly. THANK YOU.

FILL: Finn/Poe/Rey or any permutation - Bad (but cute!) sex

(Anonymous) 2016-07-11 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not really a smut writer, and I think you can see this by the way I sort of move quickly through the sex, but this was cute and I couldn't resist. Also I hope it's awkward enough for OP, because it could definitely be worse (I've had worse) but I wanted it still to be a tiny bit sexy, so. I'll also probably post this to A03, so I'll put a link when I do that.


They'd already tried about ten different positions to make themselves fit on this bed, which is why Rey is staying quiet about the fact that her right arm is trapped under her and fell asleep about ten minutes ago.

Between her legs Poe is busy eating her out, but whatever Finn is doing to his ass is distracting him, and there just isn't enough pressure anymore. Gently, she twines her left hand through his hair and tries to guide him to where she needs him to be. He doesn't seem to have a whole lot of room to move, however, and her soft urging does nothing. It's getting harder to focus on anything other than the tingling deadness in her arm, and how ugly she finds the metal bed frame that is supporting the top bunk.

They've been quiet for a little while now, other than the occasional inevitable wet noises, and she jumps a little when Finn's voice breaks the silence to ask, "Is this okay?" She looks down her body to see Poe extract herself from her pussy to say, "Actually, could you just--" and then he lifts himself free from her entirely, apparently deciding to demonstrate to Finn instead of explaining.

Finally. Rey rolls herself onto her left arm, toward the edge of the mattress, in order to free herself. She's tucked her arm pretty thoroughly under her back, and she has to roll all the way onto her side, especially since the completely numb limb is capable of doing little more than flopping about pathetically. Unfortunately, she only realizes that she has shifted onto the very edge of the already thin bunk as she shifts all her weight in that direction, and by the time she's realized she's already in the middle of falling onto the floor. She falls on her face with a thump and an exclamation of pain

"Rey!" Finn shoots up in order to be able to check on her, and there's a loud, echoing clang as he bangs his head on the metal bed frame that she had just been examining. He falls back down, clutching his head, and Poe is left kneeling in the middle of the bed, staring at both of them like he is somehow responsible for their injuries and he's just not sure what he did wrong.

He looks so perplexed, and so ridiculous with Rey's juices on his face, that Rey bursts into laughter. The weird, uncomfortable quiet that they had been trying to push through snaps, and soon all three of them are laughing helplessly.

"I think we might need to recalibrate," Rey says, shifting into a sitting position. Naked on the floor, the cold of the room starts to seep into her, and she shivers. However, when she starts to climb up back onto the bed, Poe holds up a hand.

"Why don't we just...on the floor?"

"Seriously?" Finn asks, and Poe shrugs.

"The bed isn't working. It's worth a shot, at least." They had thrown the pillows and blankets that had formerly been on the bed onto the floor when they had gotten started, trying to make room for the three of them. Poe climbs down off the bed, spreading out a blanket and a pillow. Rey and Finn look at each other, and then she shrugs and lies down where Poe is gesturing her to. The blanket hasn't quite made the floor comfortable, but she has feeling in her arm again and room to move, so she can't really complain.

Finn tosses Poe the other pillow to slip beneath Rey's hips, and as she sits up to help him she meets Finn's eyes and asks, "How's your head?" He smiles at her.

"Fine. You?"

"I'm good." Before she can lay back down, Poe tilts her head toward him and kisses her. She can taste herself on his lips, which isn't really her favorite thing, but Poe's a good kisser: he's never tentative about it, always coming at it with plenty of pressure and force, but he's got enough finesse that he doesn't need to be. When he reaches a finger down to rub her clit, she opens her mouth wider, gasping and moaning against him.

He pulls away, pressing his lips to her collarbone, and then helping her lay down. It feels a little weird, spreading her legs while laying on the floor, but the second that Poe presses his tongue to her clit she stops caring. She's still cold, though, and she presses the bottom of her feet on Poe's back, trying to warm them. He jerks, and she laughs.

"I'm sorry! Are they cold?"

She feels the air move as he laughs against her pussy lips. "A little."

Instead of returning to fingering Poe open, Finn comes around and lays next to Rey, curling an arm around her waist. He sucks kisses across her stomach. When she sweeps her hands across her chest, he hisses a little.

"Shit, you're cold, Rey."

There's a slightly muffled, "Right?" from Poe, which makes Finn laugh, and Rey throws her hands up helplessly. Finn presses a kiss to her palm, then twines their hands together, warming hers. Then he returns to leaving hickeys across her torso.

Between the two of them, she's starting to build rapidly. Finn takes one of her nipples, peaked from the cold, in his mouth, laving his tongue across it. When Poe swirls his tongue just right, and Finn grazes her nipple with his teeth, she makes a high, breaking noise in her throat and comes, her feet sliding across Poe's back as she loses control.

She whines and pants as Poe keeps going, helping her through it. Finn muffles her by kissing her deeply.

She's left loose and sleepy in the wake of her orgasm. Poe kisses the inside of her thigh and then pulls himself free, and she murmurs a sleepy, "Thank you."

She doesn't hear their response because she drifts along the edges of sleep for several minutes, only faintly aware of the low buzz of Finn and Poe's voices. When she stirs back into full awareness, Poe is laying on his stomach next to her, his body pressed along hers keeping her warm, and laughing at something that Finn said. Finn has returned to slowly fingering his ass open, currently working three of his fingers in and out of Poe's taut hole.

Both of them look at her when she rolls over, pressing herself along Poe's back and kissing his should blade.

"Welcome back," Finn says, smiling, and Poe grumbles teasingly, "Selfish--we get you off and you just go to sleep." Rey shifts her kiss to a bite. Poe groans appreciatively.

"Would fucking me make you feel better?"

Finn fucks Poe while Poe fucks her, and, though it takes them a little while to find a rhythm and get comfortable, they finally settle into it. Up until Poe asks Finn to talk dirty to him.

Rey, on her back looking up at both Finn and Poe, watches as Finn turns red while stuttering through a couple, "Yeah, take it"s and one "You're a..." before he trails off, obviously unable to come up with anything. Poe buries his face in Rey's chest in order to smother his laughter, throwing off the rhythm of his thrusting as he shakes against her. It only works for five seconds before Finn notices, and turns fifteen shades redder in an instant. Poe's laughter is catching; Rey can't help joining him. After a moment, Finn laughs too.

"Why don't you do it then?" Finn demands. It's not an area where Rey has a lot of experience, and she hesitates for a moment before meeting eyes with Finn, who shrugs and says, "You can't do worse than me." His slightly embarrassed smile, as charming as everything else he does, makes her heart flutter. She feels a rush of affection for both of them that makes her brave enough to try.

Her voice is a little high, a little awkward, as she says as softly and silkily as she's capable, "I can feel you so deep inside, fucking me open, making me feel so good." Neither one of them says anything, but it doesn't really evoke any reaction from Poe, who'd been the one to request this, anyway. Poe has liked it kind of rough in the past, so she switches gears. She grips Poe's hair, pulling just enough to make him feel it, pressing her lips to his ear. "You're so good, so open, taking that big cock. I bet Finn's fucking so deep inside you," she says, meeting Finn's eyes again. "Owning you. You're stretched so wide. I wonder," she contemplates, curling her leg around his middle so that she can trace his rim with her toe, pressing against it just enough to be suggestive. That makes him twitch inside of her. "How much more do you think you could take?You'd take anything we gave you, wouldn't you?"

Poe groans and shudders, and Rey feels it as he comes. She grins, and Finn gives her an impressed eyebrow raise.

They slow as he finishes coming. When it becomes too much, Finn gently pulls out of Poe, and Poe pulls his softening cock out of Rey.

"Note for the future, the floor is hell on your knees," Poe says, rolling onto his side with an exhausted sigh, rubbing one of his knees. Finn brushes a hand through his hair and strokes his cheek then pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe next time we could find a bed that's meant for more than one person," he suggests, and Poe snorts.

"Yeah, that couldn't hurt."

Rey rolls the condoms off of both Poe and Finn and disposes of them. The interlude has allowed Finn to soften a bit, so she takes him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking until Finn begins to moan. Poe was not wrong: the floor is hell on her knees. When it becomes too uncomfortable, she urges him onto his back and climbs onto his cock. She gasps, lightly dragging her nails down his chest as she takes him deep and rides herself to completion in minutes. She intentionally clenches hard just before she comes, and that combined with the flutters of her orgasm brings Finn over the edge, squeezing her hands as she comes. He curls his arms around her as she collapses against his chest, rolling over and settling her on the blanket where she nestles into his arms.

Now that they're not having sex anymore the cold of the room comes back to them, made worse by sweat and lube and come. Feeling sticky and cold, they all manage to drag themselves to their feet to clean up instead of falling asleep on the hard floor. Finn is capable of sleeping anywhere and through anything, but he manages to start moving after Rey and Poe literally lift him to his feet.

All of them are exhausted by the time they climb into bed, which is now covered in clean sheets. The only way for them all to fit is with Rey a little bit on top of both Finn and Poe, and, despite her height, Rey's thoroughly muscled body weighs a ton. It's not all that comfortable, but it's still better than sleeping apart.

Re: FILL: Finn/Poe/Rey or any permutation - Bad (but cute!) sex

(Anonymous) 2016-07-12 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hahaha so cute!!!!

Re: FILL (4)

(Anonymous) 2016-07-18 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
I really hope that one day you decide to continue this. It's so well written, and I can't wait to see what Kylo does to get Finn back

AO3 Link

(Anonymous) 2016-07-19 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7529581

Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 11/?

(Anonymous) 2016-07-19 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
A!A

Voluntary sexy times are really the best sexy times!
We're all about circumventing potentially questionable traditions!!

And hopefully the next part won't take quite as long!

author anon lives

(Anonymous) 2016-07-25 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Must be fate, anon, that you commented so recently and I came back to find this!

Had a hectic couple of months but it's all good now so I will updte this (most likely post it on AO3, too) soon! (:

Re: Finn/Poe | Rough sex & miscommunication

(Anonymous) 2016-07-26 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
http://psychotalk.rsync.at/podcasts/PSYT026.mp3

Re: FILL: Leia/Phasma, height difference

(Anonymous) 2016-08-01 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
whoa

whoooooaaaaa

loved it

[fill] A Pain Goes on and On [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-08-02 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Companion piece to: http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/1082.html?thread=591418#cmt591418

Can be read together or separate


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When Poe feels his clothes being removed by too eager hands he shouldn’t be surprised. With everything else hat the First Order does and has done, condoning rape probably isn’t even in the top ten. Still for all their posturing, Poe had secretly hoped that this was the one thing the First Order would renounce as it was a despicable act.

He really hated being so wrong.

Even though he’s been beaten and tortured or hours Poe still tries to put up a fight, trashing and lashing out with any that he can. It’s pathetically ineffectual; he manages to score a kick to one of the stormtrooper’s heads which does more damage to his barefoot than it does to the trooper in question.

He’s quickly subdued and the rest of his clothes are yanked off with less gentleness than before.

“We’ve heard all about you Resistance scum,” One of them says as Poe’s head is yanked up by a grip in his hair. The mask hides the trooper’s face and the voice modulators cover their voice, Poe wouldn’t even know the trooper’s gender if it weren’t for the fat cock that is being held up to his face. “Word is your quite good at this, of you don’t bite we won’t rip out your teeth and claim it was part of your torture.”

Poe wants to refuse, wants to fight, but he knows it will be futile; instead he opens his mouth obediently and tries not to wince as the cock is shoved between his split lips and as deep into his mouth as it can go. He barely suppresses his gag reflex but can’t hold back chocking as his airway is close off.

When the trooper pull’s back Poe sucks in a greedy breath only to lose it in a scream as another trooper shoves into him from behind. For a moment Poe’s world goes white with agony. Even though worse has been done to him physic, this is in many ways more terrible because it is not just an attack on his body but his mind as well.

There’s nothing Poe can do but endure as his body is violated from both ends. When the first two are done two more take his place and then another two after that.

At some point Poe passes out and when he wakes up he’s strapped to an interrogation chair in a different room and someone is speaking to him.

Kylo Ren his mind tells him; enemy, criminal, dangerous.

Ben his memories remind him; friend, caring, lover.

He can feel the rage radiating of the man and barely manages one of his usual quips as he’s asked if he’s comfortable. Then Ren is in his head and it’s all Poe can do to keep from screaming and fighting to keep BB-8 and the map safe.

It’s useless, even with the training he’s been given at the hands of Leia to block out Force attacks like this, Poe’s too weak, injured and exhausted to pull up his mental barriers.

He passes out with the knowledge that he has failed.

-

While he’s unconscious the following events occur that he will never know about.

Ren is the reason he is unconscious, as soon as he located the information he needed he put Poe’s mind to sleep to spare him the agony of his wounds.

While Poe is unconscious Ren searches out a particular stormtrooper, one whose loyalty to the First Order has wavered; someone who is already planning on rescuing Poe and getting his help in escaping the Finalizer.

The plan will fail, Ren has seen that and so he pulls FN-2187 aside and instructs him on what to do, once he’s sure the man has the instructions down, he sends him off and then clears a path for the two of them to take an escape pod and go back to Jakku.

When FN-2187 and Poe are free of the Finalizer Ren will locate the stormtroopers who hurt Poe and convince them that they aided in Poe’s escape. He will ensure that every one of them is killed by his hands.

-

What Poe does know is this.

He wakes up to a voice claiming to wish to take him to Ren.

An angel in white armour claims to be rescuing him and does he know how to fly and escape pod?

FN-2187 is much too complicated to remember, and also not a name, Finn is much simpler and his saviour seems happy with his new name.

Jakku is very, very hot during the day and Poe is barely conscious enough to manage the climb out of the pod, if not for Finn’s help he would likely pass out.

At some point he does pass out, coming to only occasionally to the sensation of being carried.

-

Poe wakes up to a familiar wail of worry and then a steady stream of binary that his concussed brain cannot follow. “Beebs. . .too fast.” He doesn’t really register what he’s said until he feels the cool metal of BB-8’s dome under his hand.

Trying to sit up too fast leaves him light headed and dizzy and he falls back against the soft, but lumpy, bed that he is currently lying on.

Rough small hands settle on his brow and a soft accented voice murmurs, “Don’t move too much, you’ll open your wounds.”

“W-where am I?”

“Jakku,” That voice is more familiar to him and Poe opens his eyes to pear up into the face of his saviour. “I’d like to say I carried you to safety and found your droid but that’s actually the opposite of the truth.” He looks sheepish and Poe registers part of his mind thinking that the expression is cute on the man’s handsome face. “The fact is I carried you away from where the pod crash landed and nearly passed out doing do, Rey and BB-8 here founds us and together we brought you here to Rey’s home.”

Poe turns his head to look at the girl who had spoken to him first. “Thank you, for helping us and for taking care of my little Beep.”

Rey’s smile is soft and hesitant, almost like she’s not used to smiling, and Poe’s heart lurches in his chest because she’s lovely to. “BB-8 didn’t really give me a choice. After I saved them, they wouldn’t let me leave without taking them with me.”

“That sounds like Beebs.” Poe agrees with a found smile, stroking BB-8’s dome affectionately.

He could easily all asleep like this but he can’t allow himself to rest. They’ve just escaped from the First Order, who now know that BB-8 has the map to Skywalker. If the Order hasn’t already sent out a search party they will soon.

“As much as I appreciate your hospitality Rey, we need to get off Jakku quickly. The First Order is after us and if we don’t get out of here it’s going to spell trouble not just for us but you as well if you’re seen with us. Is there anywhere that we can get a hold of a ship or a way to send a communication out?”

Rey nods, her face turning grim, and oh how Poe already misses her smile. “Niima outpost is nearby, we should be able to get you on a ship from there provided you have credits.”

Poe has a credit chip stored in BB-8 in case of emergencies so that’s not an issue. “How soon can we leave?”

“Poe. . .you’re injured you shouldn’t be moving.” Finn lays a hand on Poe’s arm. “You need to rest.”

Sitting up with considerable effort, his lower back screaming in agony and don’t think about that, Poe slides his legs of the bed. “We don’t have the luxury of that, the sooner we’re of Jakku the better for everyone involved.”

Standing proves difficult and Poe nearly ends up on the ground when his legs give out beneath him if not for Finn catching him he would have landed on his face.

Finn rights him, but keeps an arm around Poe to balance him. “You can barely stand! How are you going to manage to travel like this?”

“It doesn’t matter, if I don’t make it then as long as someone can take BB-8 to the Resistance Base on D’Qar everything will be fine.”

“We are not leaving you here!” Finn cries in shock and anger. “Don’t you even think that! I didn’t risk everything to get you off the Finalizer only to leave you behind.”

Poe sighs and is about to retaliate when Rey intervenes. “If we get you something to lean on to help you walk will you manage? You shouldn’t run into any trouble once we’re at Niima Outpost and have you all on a ship.”

There’s no way he’s going to win an argument about the merits of leaving him behind, especially when BB-8 is whistling at him admonishingly, still very much upset at losing Poe the first time.

Rey manages to rig him up some temporary crutches and with a little padding they’re at least tolerable to use and the three of them head over to Niima Outpost where predictably, at least for Poe, things go to shit and they’re left trying to find shelter and a way away from the TIE fighters shooting at them.

When the day ends with them stealing the Millennium Falcon, and isn’t Poe’s mind blown that he is helping to fly the Falcon! His worst day ever is quickly looking up to be the best day ever. Too bad he doesn’t get to enjoy it too much once they leave the atmosphere; the G forces and Rey’s flying have left him feeling dizzy and with his concussion it doesn’t take him long to slump against the seat unconscious.

At least they’re off Jakku and headed to D’Qar, he can rest easy knowing his mission has been accomplished.

Re: [fill] A Pain Goes on and On [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-08-02 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
You. Are. The. Best! <3

Re: [fill] A Pain Goes on and On [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2016-08-03 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ditto. I bow to you and your wonderful skill.

Now in AO3 flavour

(Anonymous) 2016-08-04 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for all the wonderful comments! THis can now be found on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/7675426

Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 11/?

(Anonymous) 2016-08-11 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Looking forward to it!

Re: FILL: Finn/Poe. Finn crying (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
this is such a beautiful, sweet and very realistic reaction to someone who has been through trauma, trying to readjust to a different, safer living environment

taking people out of crisis situations and then they don't know how to cope

I also really like that Finn wasn't infantilised in this. so many fics about Finn coping post first order write him like a child

but this is an adult dealing with a lifetime of abuse with the loving support of his friend

just an all round good fic!

Re: author anon lives

(Anonymous) 2016-08-17 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
This just made my entire life.

Re: FILL: Re: Poe/Finn Branding 15/?

(Anonymous) 2016-08-17 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I still keep on going back to this.
This story will always be one of my favs.

May everything be smooth for you.

Re: FILL: Kylo Ren/Rey, figure skater AU (1/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-22 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a beautiful start! I can't wait to read more