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Yes.

this was great!

The girl that buys him—just that thought alone is beyond repellant to him, even though his chain is in her hands even now, even though he saw the money or… whatever it is here, change hands—is no bigger than a wisp of a sandstorm, and he hates her with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns. She tugs on his chain. He doesn’t move.

“Look, you cost me twenty-five portions.” The girl says. “I don’t want to have to use the shock collar, but I will.”

Kylo Ren sneers at her, and stands resolute.

So she uses the shock collar.

One sharp pulse of it is enough to make him bite back a scream, damn near fall to his knees in the dust. It’s degrading, infuriating, and if he had control of himself he would reach into the Force and slowly withdraw every single blood vessel in her body, one by one, over the course of several days.

But he doesn’t. And her hand never moves from the control cuff on her wrist. Her eyes show no compassion, just guarded wariness. So Kylo gets up. He’s taller than her, easily a head above her; he could get his hands around her neck and squeeze—but he doesn’t particularly want to. And anyway, his hands are linked together now. He needs her, needs a place to sleep where cold alien hands won’t pry at him and poke and prod. He needs food. And he’s convinced that he can get her to take the collar off.

The girl tugs on the chain. He gives her a murderous look, but obeys. Better to play along with her, for now. Bide his time and be patient, just like Supreme Leader Snoke is always trying to get him to do. How bitter it is in his mouth that this is the way he’ll finally learn that particular lesson.

They walk. Out from beneath the shadowed canopies, caught up in an intermittent but sandy breeze. Kylo knows to be quiet and observant now, to watch and learn. Even if there were people here who knew him, knew of him, First Order sympathizers, they would not see him now as the docile man being led on a chain. There would’ve been none who’d seen him without his helmet on, anyway.

“Where are you taking me?”

The girls looks back at him, over her shoulder. She’s got the chain wrapped around her hand, in her fist. “To where you’ll be staying.”

“And will you be there as well?” He can’t help the taunt in his voice.

“I stay there as well, yes.” The way she twists the chain betrays her nerves, he thinks. He raises his brows at her in response and she turns back around, facing forward.

His eyes scan the sandy wastes. The sun is hot, relentless. His skin itches, oil warm and slick and streaking.

“I’ll need clothes.” He says, after they’ve gone a little bit further. He has no sense of direction in this place, and he hates the feeling. It’s just that there’s no landmarks. Well, he amends, no landmarks other than the sun. Which is currently baking its way into his skin as he walks, trailing like a pet behind her. “Better clothes.”

“I’ll find something for you.” She says, exasperated.

He’s exhausted. The cuffs on his wrists clank as he tries them, impatient. “How much further?”

“Not far.” She says. “I have a transport, but we’ll have to find a way to fit you on it. I’m not exactly comfortable having you ride behind me with those cuffs off.”

He doesn’t disagree with her there. They arrive at her speeder, a huge clunky thing that makes his lip curl. The girl sees this, and for the first time there’s a flash of fire in her eyes. “I repaired this myself, you’re in no position to judge it, unless you want to be dragged behind it.”

Wisely, Kylo keeps his mouth shut. He lets her lead him around, hating the exhaustion that lays heavy on his limbs. She motions him to climb up on the seat, and then buckles his cuffs onto a metal rivet along the side. He’s so tall he has to bend over, uncomfortably, and the girl frowns at him as he sits there, thighs heating up from the metal beneath him, back bared to the sun.

“No, that won’t do…” She mutters. “Here, let me—“

She reaches for his cuffs, but he flinches. With a scowl, Kylo watches her unclasp them, but all the rage and fight within him is gone, exchanged for a bone-deep weariness. She secures him onto the speeder again, one arm to either side of the seat. It’s only marginally more comfortable—but has the added bonus of encasing her waist and backside in his forearms when she mounts in front of him.

That’s… unexpected. The arousal that fills him, even as the dusty, dirty scent of her fills his nostrils. Female, sweat and musk. Clean enough for out here, he supposes, but nothing at all like the sterile-clean of the First Order’s halls. She seats herself back on the speeder, her body grinding against his, only for a moment. Unconsciously, he’s sure of it.

Options, options, he thinks. Even without the Force he can tell the girl is frightened of him, intimidated. He doesn’t doubt for a minute, though, that she can take him down. Especially in the state he’s in now.

The engine kicks over, and then they’re off. He hates how he has to struggle to hold on, legs clamping around the speeder, around her, hands wishing he could grasp her and hold on. For all his rage and spite he feels as weak as a newborn. Hair plasters to his sweaty face as they fly, and he’s unable to swipe it away. Sand stretches out in all directions around them, disorienting, hazy, hot. And Kylo growls even as he lays his head down against her back, even as she flinches. He feels like he’s going to pass out.

“Hey,” She nudges him awake, uncuffing him from the speeder. When did they stop? Kylo blinks and glares into the sun, which seems lower on the horizon now. As she looks up at him, he straightens up—then, almost immediately, groans in surprise and pain.

The girl looks at him as she crosses behind the speeder. Her hands are deft and sure as she unclasps his other wrist, helping him—controlling his fall, really—down off the speeder.

“Steady, c’mon, you can get up.” She’s less exasperated with him now, more worried.

“I suppose I’ll be quite the investment on you if I die out here…” He slurs, arm slung around her wrist, delirious.

“You’re so dramatic.” The girl sighs. “You’re clearly not from this world, or else the heat wouldn’t affect you so much. Get inside.”

It’s cool inside the shelter she’s brought him to, he thinks. She sets him down, face-first, on a low, hard pallet. Even half-aware he knows she’s securing the chain to the wall. His chain. But he’s too weary to fight her.

“You’re sunburnt.” She says. He doesn’t respond.

She goes and rummages around, by the sound of it. Comes back to him and smears something cold and wet on his back. More bacta, by the smell of it. He flinches, feeling murderous at every tender touch.

“Stay here.” She says, after she’s done and tossed the packet in the trash. “I’ll make some food for us.”

Us, he thinks. What does that even mean, Us? Out here, where he is owned by her? Some common possession, some pack mule. He is nothing like her. And she is most definitely nothing like him. That he knows for certain.

Not for the first time, Kylo Ren wishes he’d died when the ship had gone down. He sleeps, but his sleep is filled with dark and sticky dreams.

I want this so bad now.

You have made "Kylo Ren" seem perfectly reasonable in one, fell swoop. It's miraculous.

I thought maybe he was 'flexing' with the Force as well, and making the lit 'saber hover under his palms without touching the floor, since it's so high up. ;)

Fuck yes. Thank you, thank you thank you so much.

This is adorable. I'm swamped with prompts, but I really like your idea, OP.

da

If Kylo has his lightsaber, they could just lop an arm off, it'd self cauterize, Kylo could Force mind-meld away the pain and terror, and they could have him keep following them around on the promise of a shiny new robotic arm with a built in blaster. They might even feed him part of his own arm. Unless they're out there too long, and the other arm has to go too. And then it gets awkward.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!

da

Hux in his little hat.

Just his little hat...

DA Verily, I am convinced that half the anons in this comm NEED TO FILL THIS. You're all brilliant at it, but especially YOU. I'm crying. Not least because I think Chewie would probably scare Hux half to death ... XD:

Perfect!

I misread the title as 'robotic pants'. I'll show meself out.

"Just kiss him!"

Better yet, just write it, as it's own young adult novel series. This is gorgeous.

Wouldn't it need to have a sharp edge?

I want this more than I can comprehend.

I have been this wet few times in my life.

"Come on dad, just one flight to Versan. The fuel use will be nothing compared to the fresh taste of kinji juice," Jessika said. Poe didn't bother looking up from the chart he was filling out.

"We're grounded. No unnecessary departures until the general gives the word. And I doubt she's going to change her mind just because kinji is in season," Poe said. He bit his lip as he debated whether to prioritize upgrading Jin's astromech unit or changing out the landing pod in a-c.

"Kinji? That's supposed to be alcoholic right?" Finn asked. He was sitting on the ground next to BB-8 while the pilots went over logistics. His crutches leaned against the table they were standing around. Poe had told him this was going to be boring, but the other man had happily been sitting there for an hour now as they went over scheduling.

"It's not just alcoholic. It's euphoric. It's the best thing this side of the Galaxy, but it's no good unless it's fresh and there's no synthesizing it," Snap explained. He turned to Poe, "come on daddy, if nothing else Finn needs to try it. You know it's great for pain."

"No one needs to try kinji. That stuff is a menace. Last season I couldn't get any of you to wake up on time for drills and one of you threw up on the runway. BB-8 rolled over it and had to get a deep cleanse." BB-8 gave a beep in agreement.

Jessika put a hand on Finn's shoulder and leaned down to pretend whisper in his ear, "you ask dad. He won't be able to say no to you."

Finn laughed and turned towards Poe who was glaring, "come on daddy, please?"

"Alright." Poe blinked and swallowed. Fuck. Where had that come from? Everyone else looked equally surprised except for Finn who just smiled brightly at him. Poe coughed, "but Jessika, you're the one filing the report and answering any of the general's questions," he said, trying to save face. From the grin on her face it was clear that it was too late.

His slip up would have been fine, except Finn began calling him daddy anytime he wanted something. After the second time he realized he was fucked. What had been an annoying affectionate nickname among his pilots was becoming a full blown fetish when Finn said it.

Each time Poe was completely thrown. His brain circuited. If he was younger he was sure he'd be sporting an embarrassing reaction. As it was he always had to take a moment. His nights were filled with replaying the memory of Finn calling him daddy as he stroked himself.

It wasn't like he was surprised that he was into Finn. They'd been low key flirting since Finn had been released from medical. But he had never, in his life, wanted someone to call him daddy. And instead of naturally tapering off Finns habit only seemed to get worse.

"Daddy, please let me ride with Snap?"

"Can I borrow this shirt daddy?"

"Come on daddy, let me take a turn."

"Thank you daddy."

Poe was determined to power through his current obsession though. He certainly wasn't about to let it ruin the mood now that they'd agreed to go on a sort of date.

Finn looked gorgeous, laying sprawled on his stomach on Poe's bed like he belonged there. Poe kept casting furtive glances at him as he set up the holovid that Snap had leant them to watch.

"Do you want something to eat? I've got some sweets in my drawer," Poe said. They'd had dinner earlier, but Poe had stocked up on all of Finn's favorite snacks just in case.

Finn licked his lips, eyes locked onto Poe's "yes daddy, please give me some sweets."

"Fuck," Poe said with a groan. To his surprise Finn burst out laughing

"Sorry man," Finn said with a grin. "You're just too easy to mess with. I can stop with the whole daddy thing if it's really getting to you though."

Poe gaped. "You knew?" He thought back on their last few interactions, and how overly erotic they'd been. "Kriffing hell. Of course you knew," he said, burying his burning face in his hands. "I hate you."

Finn just laughed harder. "I really didn't know at first. But then you were acting weird. Jessika explained to me about the whole, you know, daddy kink thing." Poe gave a pained response. "Her and Snap had a bet on how long I could keep it up until you caught on. It's been like three weeks though."

Poe groaned. Jessika had even taken him aside and lectured him about how he needed to stop assuming Finn was naive. He couldn't believe he hadn't caught on. He was never going to live this down.

"Alright, you've won. Now that I know you know, you're done right? No more saying it when you ask me for salt," Poe said. At least now he knew why Finn had needed salt handed to him at every single meal.

Finn shrugged, "I'm not going to say it to mess with you, anymore. But if you want I can still call you daddy," he was looking at Poe with a different sort of smile, "you seem to like it after all," Finn leaned in against him, "daddy."

"Fuck."

Kylo's dad has got it goin' on....

BRAVO!

Oh thank christ a chance to think!

Ahhhhh, I love responsible Poe! And I love that Finn was messing with him the whole time, that devious little shit. Poor BB rolling into vomit! This story is equal parts adorable and hilarious and I'm so grateful that you shared it.

OP here. Don't worry, anon, you're not alone. x)

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