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Poe is still captured (never escaped, no Finn). Rey has been captured too. For kicks and giggles, Kylo Ren decides to make them fuck for their freedom. If our daring, charming pilot wants to force himself on this Jakku virgin, they can both win their freedom. Bonus points if Kylo Ren says "you can do this, or I'll do it and make you watch". Cue Rey not quite understanding, but not liking any part of these negotiations, then Poe deciding they have to get out of there before Kylo Ren kills them or gets his hands on Rey. Poe trying to make nice as best he can, knowing he's going to hurt this girl, trying to explain why he has to do this, just trying to make it not quite so awful for her, so they can get their freedom and GTFO

OH HOT DAMN LIKE NO SHIT I NEED THIS.

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Oh holy cow, yes, THIS. Someone please use your writing gift on this!

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please somebody fill it <3

When the troopers throw her into the cold, dark room, Rey falls to her knees, barely catching herself on her palms before she rolls to the side. She lands, hard, on her shoulder, wincing, looking up just as the doorway seals shut behind her. Blocking out the last sliver of light.

Rey can handle pain, she thinks, crawling over to the side of the room, leaning her back against the wall. She knows pain, embraces it like a lover, the times it’s gnawed at her from the inside, burnt hands on metal in the sun, the sting of sand in her eyes. Rey closes her eyes, tries to breathe, to steady herself. There’s that familiar, calming presence that washes over her in the dark—Rey likes to pretend that it’s her mother, the steady hands and warm, gentle touch, the comforting smile. It will be all right.

Suddenly there’s a voice in the darkness—a noise. Rey springs into wakefulness, all senses alert at the low, pained noise.

“Who’s there?” She calls.

The shape she mistook for a lump of blankets in the corner moves, and Rey realizes it’s a man, laying on his side. She draws her knees up to her chest, fearful and uncertain; why would they have put her in here with someone else? Are their prisons really so full with spies and traitors that she has to share space?

The man groans again, and pushes himself up to sitting, back against the wall, posture mirroring hers. Rey’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness, but she doesn’t get more than the general shape of him, shade and shadow. He seems to be human, male, with curling hair and a torn jacket. She strains to tell what the mark of something on his face is, before realizing with a start that it must be blood.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hello.”

“You know, the accommodations here leave something to be desired.” The man says, a lightness in his tone that betrays the pain he must be feeling. “I’m thinking of leaving a complaint with management.”

Despite herself, Rey smiles at this. That sense, that strange other-feeling she sometimes has, tells her that this man is no threat.

“I’d have to agree with you.” She says.

The man groans as he touches his arm, his chest, his leg. He seems to be feeling wounds, or bruises. Rey wonders if he, too, has felt the brunt of the First Order’s particular brand of hospitality.

“I’m Poe, by the way.” The man says, once he’s found, or not found, whatever injuries he’s been looking for. “Poe Dameron.”

“I’m Rey.” She answers. “Just Rey.”

He gives her a little salute in the darkness. “Pleasure.”

She’s about to answer, when the door slides open again, light spilling into the room. It’s bright, and it takes a moment before her eyes adjust to it, but when she does, she sees him standing there—the dark-robed man, her captor, her torturer. And Poe, he’s more wounded than she, but he moves quicker than a sandstorm, rushes up from his spot by the wall to place himself between her and the man, Kylo Ren. Somehow she knows, this was how Poe got his wounds, too. Rey shivers, and looks up into the black and silver mask.

“How touching.” The creature says.

Rey can hear the smirk in his voice, even though she can’t see his face. She’s glad, she thinks, that he’s put the mask back on. She doesn’t want to see him, those dark eyes that cut like glass. They cut straight through her, make her feel naked, touched by something sick and diseased.

It would be a mercy, she thinks, to leave that one out in the desert.

Kylo Ren laughs. “You are delightfully imaginative.”

Rey flinches, feeling the intrusion of him into her mind, like some kind of twisting worm just under her skin. “Stop, get out of my head…”

“Leave her alone!” Poe says, angling his body in front of hers, as if that makes a difference.

Kylo Ren relents, but he doesn’t leave. He gestures with a hand, and the door shuts behind him, the overhead lights coming up, shining down on them. He crosses the room, and sits down on the bench along the far wall.

“I’ve checked out your stories, and it’s been determined that neither of you are of any possible value.” He growls through the mask. “You, Pilot, have already given us what we need. We are already en route to the Resistance base, and I thank you so very much for your cooperation.”

Rey can almost feel the anger rising up in Poe. She lifts a hand, places it on his shoulder. “No…”

Kylo Ren tilts his head at them, curiously. “How charming. You win her loyalty so easily, when it took me hours to even attempt it.”

“Remember that thing about asking nicely?” Poe spits out. “Maybe you should—“

His voice cuts out, crushed to nothing more than a sputtering gasp. Kylo Ren has his gloved hand raised, squeezing; Rey can feel it, and it stings and burns, making tears well in her eyes. “Stop it!”

He does. Poe falls to the floor, gasping, a rasp of breath on every inhale.

“Very well.” Their captor says. “You may earn your freedom. Or you may remain here, and be executed. The decision is yours.”

“How?” Poe asks, before Rey can even get the question out.

“Take her.”

Poe looks up at him, not understanding. “Take her… where?”

Rey doesn’t understand at all; there’s no moon or safe world where she could ever get away from this monster’s touch on her skin. But compared to dying, she’ll take her chances.

“Take her here, Commander.” Kylo Ren laughs mockingly. “Put on a good show, and I’ll reward you both with your freedom.”

Poe straightens up, and Rey has to lean to the side to see her captor, his broad back covering her almost completely from his gaze. “You can’t ask me to do that.”

“Oh I’m offering you the choice.” The hooded figure says, quite calmly. “You take her, or I will. I promise you, you will not enjoy watching if I do the job. I may not be able to hold fast on my promise to spare your lives, either. She does seem quite the untried thing. I might shock her.”

Poe turns around to face her, wincing from the pain in his chest. “Rey… I… “

Her brows narrow in confusion and mounting panic. “I don’t understand. Why does he want this?”

Poe looks grief-stricken at the expression on the young woman’s face. “We—do you want to live? Do you want to get out of here?”

Rey nods, and feels the tears start to form in her eyes. “Yes. But, I’ve… I’ve never—“

“Fuck.” Poe turns back to face Kylo Ren. “You want to sit here and watch, is that what gets you going?”

“I don’t have all day, Commander.” Their captor sounds almost bored. “I do have an Empire to run, you know.”

“All right.” Poe says. And then, more gently, to Rey: “All right. Do you understand, what he’s asking? I’ll make it gentle, I swear to you. I won’t hurt you.”

Rey bites her lip, and nods. “I'm not afraid.”

YES. This is so good, I didnt even know I wanted this til the prompt, and now I want 1/100,000! Great start--cant wait to see the rest!

Gosh, your writing is fantastic. Poe and Rey are well written, I'm enjoying how you write Rey. Sympathetic, kind and innocent but not naive. Poe is noble and kind as always. Ren supremely fucked up. This is all good stuff, I can't wait for the rest!

Omg I can't, this is so good already. In a terrible horrible I should not want to read this as much as i do you're so great for filling this.

Oh fuck I can't wait to see where this goes. Great writing, great start.

Rey stands. She lets Poe strip her of her trousers, and he lays them on the floor. Poe moves to take his own trousers off, but their captor interjects roughly. “All of it. Don’t be coy with me, scavenger.”

So Rey unclasps her belt and lets the vest fall to the floor, shucks her shirt and stands, naked and cold, before him. Her little breasts are high, nipples taut in the cold. Beside her Poe looks away, a gesture of respect that Rey knows will be meaningless in just a few moments.

And Rey, she isn’t stupid; she grew up on a backwater planet where the trade of goods and scrap thrived symbiotically with a trade in flesh and pleasure. It was the nature of the request that confused her. She knew, generally, how various genders could make love. Although here, this wasn’t making love. This was display, punishment, a voyeuristic cruelty meant to shame them. Rey feels Poe touch her, gently, on her shoulder. It is an echo of the gesture from before, and she turns towards him, seeing his eyes, dark and warm and kind.

“You look at me, okay?” Poe says softly. “You don’t look at him. You keep your eyes on me.”

Rey nods. Poe’s taken his shirt off, too, and she winces in sympathy at the constellation of marks and bruises she sees there, blood drying on the dark, curly hair on his chest. It trails down, down the center of his flat belly, and widens to a thatch of dark hair around his cock. She tries not to gape at it; it seems large already, and it’s soft, yet.

“Hey.” He says again. “Look up, look at me.”

She does. Poe brings her gently up against his body, skin warm to the touch, even despite the chill. Rey lays her head on his shoulder, feeling as he draws his hand up to grasp himself, working slowly at first, then more rhythmically. She tries to steady her breath, and, after a moment, she raises a hand, brushing down his back gently. A reassurance, a grounding touch, she doesn’t know. All she does know is that his member must be hard in order to do what comes next. She wants this to be over, so she nuzzles against him gently, hears the answering intake of breath—both from Poe, and from the man who is watching.

But Rey doesn’t think about that one. Instead, she breathes Poe in, feels herself yield against him, willing her body to relax. He huffs his breath against her skin, body shaking as he works his fist. Rey thinks back to the moments alone in her makeshift house, back on Jakku. She may never have been with another person, human or no, but she knows the landscape of her own body. How to coax the moisture forth, how to rub and move and stroke to bring herself to completion. Rey shivers against him as he groans, and thinks of how many times in her life she’s begged and searched for moisture in a dry world.

As if he can hear her, Kylo Ren interrupts them with a harsh command: “Make her wet.”

Poe pulls back, looks into her eyes. It’s an unspoken question, a prayer, an apology; Rey nods. And Poe puts two fingers into his mouth, laves them, and withdraws, glistening with his own saliva. He lowers his hand to the juncture of her thighs, delves in gently, feeling her flesh part for him.

“Oh—“ Rey can’t help the sound she makes, the first touch between them. His hands are rough and broad, and though he moves gently it’s still nothing at all like her own.

“I’m sorry…” he murmurs into her skin. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Rey clutches him, turns in to him, and feels the brush of his erection against her thigh.

“Enough.” Kylo Ren growls. “Take her.”

Gently, Poe makes to lower her down onto the ground, her back cushioned only slightly by their shed clothes, but this, too, displeases their captor. “Take her like a bitch. Hands and knees. Do not look away from me.”

Rey obeys. And somehow this position makes the violation of it all that much worse, because now, she has to look at him, the man in the mask, and she can’t get the image of his eyes, his mocking mouth, his loathsome touch, out of her mind. She can’t look into Poe’s eyes, can’t find shelter there when it happens—and he’s pressing into her from behind, his cock impossibly large, an intrusion that feels like a brand. Rey bites her lips until they go white, refusing to make a sound. She doesn’t want Poe to see; she stares down, at Kylo Ren’s polished black boots.

And Poe. he’s as gentle as he can be, but it still hurts. Each slow thrust in sends a spike of pain up her back, the feeling like he’s splitting her apart; each dragging retreat feels like sandpaper.

Despite his touch she isn’t wet for him, not in the least.

Poe brushes a hand down her back. “I’m sorry, Rey.”

Kylo Ren scoffs at this. “You really are a disappointment, both of you. Can’t even put on a proper performance if your life depended on it.”

“I don’t know how you usually do this,” Poe calls out, “but making your partner cry isn’t exactly my—“

Kylo raises his hand again, crushing Poe’s voice with a strangled gasp. Rey can feel it, that strange power, thick in the air. She feels Poe grasp at her hips, driving in deep, and then she does cry out.

“Please, stop it!”

“Tell him that you want it.” Kylo spits out. “Tell him. Convince him.”

“I want it!” Rey sobs. “Please, I want it!”

“I don’t think he believes you…” Kylo clenches his hand in the air; behind her, Poe gurgles, his pace stuttering.

“I want it, please, I want this!” Rey forces herself to tune out the pain, dragging her eyes up from those shiny boots, looking up into the visor.

“What is it that you want?” The grip on Poe’s throat relaxes, just enough for the man behind her to catch a breath.

“I want it, I want his… I want his cock, please!”

“Say you want it.”

“Poe, please—“ Rey could feel his hands tight on her hips, fingertips of pressure as he thrust into her again and again and again. She’s begging for him to finish, begging for Kylo Ren to stop. And all at once Poe shudders, spilling deep within her with a cry.

Kylo Ren lets his hand fall back to his side. “Tell me that you want it.”

Rey can hear the question, hidden behind his words. She can feel it, the same way she can feel Poe’s withdrawal from her battered body.

“I want it, I want you.”

Even through her tears, Rey can see the man straighten, she can see the way he leans forward, looking down at her in interest. Rey stays on all fours, arms shaking, refusing to falter, but behind her, Poe slumps to the ground, catching his breath, wheezing. She licks her lips.

“I wanted you.” Rey says again. “Y-you would’ve been better.”

Kylo Ren rubs his hands together, the leather creaking faintly, as if he wants to touch her. Rey bites back a sob.

Without another word, their captor stands. The door opens for him, and then he’s gone.

Fuck, this is amazing. Poe is so lovely under the circumstances, and poor Rey :/ I really hope there's more of this. Great job anon.

Great fill! Thank you!
Can't wait for more *__*

This is everything I didn't know I wanted!

Absolutely awesome fill! I do so hope there's more of this coming!

Oh nooooo ;____; I can't decide whether I want there to be comforting or revenge next. Or both.

post it on AO3 please!

I really loved this.

Blood and fluid trickles out of her, a hot ache at her core where Poe has just been. She scrambles over to where he lies, helps him roll to his back, watching as he gasps for air, face red, neck blossoming with bruises. As soon as Poe’s gaze clears, he chokes out a sob, turning away from her gaze. A wave of hot shame—she can feel it, emanating from him like warmth off an ember.

“No, shhh, no…” Rey caresses Poe’s face gently. “Shh, it’s all right, it’s over.”

“No…” Poe sobs brokenly. “No, you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be comforting me.”

“What?”

Poe rolls back to face her, dark eyes wet, tears tracking down the dust on his cheeks. “I sh-should be the one comforting you, please, d-don’t—“

“I rather think we ought to be comforting each other, all things considered.” Rey gives him a little half-smile that hides a wince. “You didn’t want… that, any more than I did. But it’s over.”

Poe nods.

There’s a jolting scrape as the slot on the door is opened, a tray pushed through. The slot shuts with a rusty squeak, but Rey goes to the tray, finds plain rations besides a canister of water and a single folded cloth. It feels indulgent, to waste perfectly good water on cleaning herself up, but Rey can feel the slick-slide of Poe’s seed on her inner thighs, and she knows that it will just get more unbearable the longer she waits.

She reaches for the cloth.

“Can I…?” Poe asks, hands warm as they collide with hers, both reaching for the same thing. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you, just—“

“No, it’s okay.” Rey nods. Her hands, she can see, are shaking, so she lets them fall. Lets herself tip back on the spread-out clothing, barely a cushion on the hard floor. Knees up, spread slightly for him, Rey watches as he cleans her. His hands are shaking, too, but it’s as if they both need this. Her legs fall apart, and the cloth, rough though it is, does not harm her. Poe would never harm her—Rey knows this, feels the truth of this incongruity even as she winces from the rawness he left behind.

It doesn’t matter what he sees, now now, anyway.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmurs it, like a prayer.

“This wasn’t you.” Rey says. She pushes herself up, gathers up her own clothing and pulls it on, not caring if she’ll bleed again on the only pair of trousers she owns. “This wasn’t you. I believe that.”

But Poe is still slumped on the floor of the cell. He is wearing his jacket, a shirt, and nothing else; Rey can see that there’s a smear of blood—her blood—on his inner thigh, on his cock. It makes her shudder. She pulls on her shirt, and, reaching for the trailing end of her scarf, tore a strip free from the fragile fabric. The other cloth is too stained. And he deserves to be clean as much as she does.

“Let me.” She says, and Poe looks up at her as if she’s the most radiant creature in the galaxy.

He nods, then turns away as she wipes him clean. And the feelings coming from him—how can she bear to touch him, now, after what he’s done?—are as loud as if he was speaking them.

“He said we would be let go.” Poe says. They’re both clothed again, sitting on opposite sides of the cell. Almost as if none of this happened. “He said we were of no use.”

“I think he’ll find a use.”

Poe looks away from her, clearly shaken by the truth of her words. He knows as well as she that it’s the truth. A captor who demanded such a… display… could not a man of his word.

But there’s nothing else to say, after that. So they divide up the rations between them, a cold pottage of some kind of grain or coarse meal, a flatbread they tear in half, nothing she recognizes. It’s still fresher than any of the portions on Jakku, so at least that’s something.

A thought occurs to her. “Do you… do you have someone, a husband, a wife?”

Poe shakes his head. This, at least, makes Rey relax, although the reasoning behind it is absurd.

“Do you?” His voice is raw when he speaks.

“No.” She says. “There’s no one.”

Nobody comes for them. Before the final lights-out there’s a second tray that’s shoved on through the slot, but no words, no sign of their captor, or anyone. They eat what must be dinner in silence. And when the lights blink twice, and then go out entirely, Rey curls up against her cellmate, and tries not to feel his chest shaking with quiet tears.

She tries, too, not to acknowledge her own.

When the morning comes, though, the tears have dried. The door slides open again, and a pair of Stormtroopers motion for them to get up. Poe takes a step forward, but one of them grabs Rey, and the other aims his weapon at his chest.

“Where are you taking her?” Poe says. “Hey! I’m talking to you, where—“

The trooper raises his blaster, butting Poe in the side of the head with it, and the man goes down. He’s not unconscious, though—though hazy eyes he can see as they drag Rey from the cell. Although he struggles to reach for her, to get to his feet at all, the door slams shut, and she’s gone.

AAAAAAAAAHHH I'M SO EXCITED THAT YOU'RE CONTINUING WITH THIS FIC!!!!!

I can't wait to see where this goes. Post the next chapter NOW, please and thank you. Oh good my poor space babies.

I'M JUST EXCITED SOMEONE IS STILL READING THANK YOU and yes, there is more to come. Soon.

i just came back to reread this please update!!!! its so great.

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I'm so embarrassed about how much I love reading this. Bullet proof kink for sure but everything else too like helping to clean each other up. Ack I'm so glad you are still writing!

Thanks for sticking with it! You are definitely not alone in the kink factor there, let me tell u

Yesss, I've had this open for like three weeks hoping for an update, thank you so much, anon! So excited for more!

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