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Interrogation Techniques pt.9

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7, 8

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: Mild violence/references to violence, lingering drug effects, Poe is a bisexual icon

“-and then I couldn’t do anything but run after him, and he runs straight into the Captain!” The trooper grinned as Poe hobbled along, following BB-8 as he sped ahead, leading them back on the shortest path to the freighter. “I couldn’t understand him, but she did, and somehow he got us by her! He’s a brilliant droid man, I just wish I knew what he was saying.”

BB-8 pivoted his head as he continued rolling. I’m glad you don’t.

“What’d he say?” The trooper pulled hard on Poe’s arm as he started slipping as they rounded a corner.

“Uh… he said he wishes you could too.” Poe grunted as he stumbled, putting a bit more weight on his leg than he meant to. The trooper caught him, and wrapped his free arm tighter around his waist. Poe probably would have blushed if it didn’t hurt his ribs. “So, uh, what’s your name?”

“They call me FN-2187.”

Poe snorted. “That isn’t a name.”

“Only one they ever gave me.”

Poe mused it over for a minute. “FN… how’s Finn? I’m gonna call you Finn.”

The trooper- Finn- grinned at him. “You can call me whatever you want if you can pilot us out of here.”

“I think I might be able to give you a hand with that.” 

Finn froze, skidding to a halt and making Poe wince as he glanced up at the unfamiliar figure in the corridor. BB-8 was already bumping and beeping at her happily, and Poe’s face spread into a wide grin.

“Rey you crazy fucking spawn of a bantha, how the hell did you get in here?!”

Finn started. “You know her?”

Poe laughed as Rey rushed forward, crushing him in a firm hug. “Only the best damn Jedi Knight to come out of Luke’s academy!” He grinned. “This is Finn, Rey- he’s been helping BB-8 with the rescue mission.”

He has not! BB-8 whirred down the corridor, checking ahead and letting out a soft string of expletives. Rey grinned. “Good thing you brought a big ship.”

Finn let out a sigh of relief. “Thank stars.”

“Don’t thank me just yet- we have a flight to catch.” She grinned, drawing her saber. It hummed, the blue glow illuminating the polished tiles of the floor. “BB-8 says he can get us to the hangar.”

“That’s where we were headed- again, how did you get here?” Poe winced as she took his other side, increasing their pace after the droid.

“The youngling you were travelling with sent me a vision. I was able to figure out that you guys were farther along the course than we thought, and from there? Some damn fine intel, some stolen data, and…” She trailed off for a second. Poe’s brow furrowed, and Finn glanced past him at her.

“What is it?”

“Ben,” The name ghosted between her lips. Poe grit his teeth, and Finn’s brow furrowed. 

“Who’s Ben? Oh no, do we have to rescue another-”

A mechanical scream echoed in the corridor and the trio stopped dead. Ahead of them, a black-robed figure stood at the end of the hall, his arm extended. BB-8 was frozen in place, screaming for them to run as Ren prevented him from getting back to them. Rey’s lips set in a thin line, and Poe snarled.

“Let the droid go you bastard.”

“Not without the map.” Ren cocked his head to the side, his voice cold and mechanical now with his mask. “I see you’ve brought a friend- and, made one, it seems.”

Finn shuddered under the intense stare, glancing at Rey and Poe in a silent plea of what now?

“Finn,” Rey’s voice was calm. “Take Poe.”

The trooper protested a bit as she handed off the pilot’s weight, and Poe reached to grab her shoulder as she moved forward, but stumbled, forcing Finn to catch him again. Rey paced forward, extending a hand of her own. In one swift motion, she wrenched BB-8 out of Ren’s control, nearly throwing him behind her towards her companions. She kept her eyes locked on Ben.

“Go.”

“Rey-”

“GO.” Her saber hummed, and she leapt forward. Ben’s came to meet her. 

Finn was half-sprinting, half-dragging Poe along with him, BB-8 spinning rapidly through the holo-map to find the hangar bay. Poe spit a bit of blood to the side, reaching his free arm up to wipe his mouth. If Finn noticed, he didn’t say anything, ducking his head around corners and occasionally pulling them up short, letting a patrol down an attached corridor stalk across their path. Poe’s vision was going fuzzy, black spots dancing across his vision as he struggled to remain upright. He heard something distantly, only registering it when Finn started to shake his shoulder.

“Poe? Did you hear me?”

Poe glanced at him, watching as his face split into several, fuzzier versions of it. “Uh huh…”

Finn balked. “Are you going to be okay to fly?!”

“Just get me behind the controls, and I’ll put it in autopilot,” Poe grunted. Finn opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, pulling them both back against the wall, and clamping a hand over Poe’s mouth. Poe grinned. It was warm, and surprisingly soft- his hand smelled like his leather gloves, and faintly of blaster residue. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

“Uh… Poe?”

“Mhmm?”

Finn’s hand wasn’t over his mouth anymore, and he frowned, cracking his eyes open. Finn was staring at him, his cheeks a bit darker than Poe thought they’d been a moment before. 

“You’re not… passing out, right? Or like, drugged up?”

Poe slumped his head back against the wall, his head rolling as Finn pulled him up and over his shoulder. “Nope, all good.” He grinned. Finn was handsome, and it felt different to be held by him. It felt nice. He was saying something again- he had a warm voice, and under the brighter lights, he glowed. 

They were moving faster now, up a ramp, and he breathed in deeply. He could smell the engine exhaust, and the dull metallic smell that ships always seemed to hold onto, no matter how weathered they were. He glanced around as Finn helped him through the ship’s narrow corridors, into the cockpit, and down into his pilot’s seat. He whined as he was dumped into the chair, but falling quiet as Finn plopped down in the co-pilot’s seat beside him. BB was saying something, and muscle memory took over as his hands flashed across the dashboard, flipping the engines on, bringing life into the buttons and switches in front of him.

“Woah woah woah, what about Rey?”

“If I know her, she came on her X-wing,” Poe slid his chair forward, his head clearing up a bit now that he and Finn weren’t touching- something he’d have time to digest later. Leaning towards the windshield, he pointed through the glass. “Yup. And here she comes.”

The pair watched as Rey’s robes flashed by, the blue glow of her saber vanishing as she sprinted, vaulting up into the cockpit of her waiting vessel, glancing in their direction and flashing them a big grin. Poe gave her a salute before the freighter’s engines roared, and he followed her X-wing out of the hangar, crowing with Finn and BB-8 as they shot out into open space.

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Interrogation Techniques pt. 8

Whew! Sorry this has taken so long to update, I had to take a little break from social media. Anyway, I'm hoping to finish this up soon. Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: Mild violence/references to violence, references to killing of the younglings in the original prequels, villain is convinced he's the hero

BB-8 rolled down the corridors, occasionally stopping to consult the holo-map he’d pulled from the base systems. The trooper jogged beside him, wheezing through his helmet.

“Come… on…. man…” BB-8 stopped at a door port, letting the trooper catch his breath as he docked into the system. Hands on his knees, 2187 yanked his helmet off, tucking it under his arm. “You’re going to need.... A retinal… scan… to…” He held up a hand. “Gimme a sec…”

I’m not sending a comm outside the base. I’m sending one from inside.

The trooper sighed, running his hand over his face. “I don’t. Speak. Droid!”

Well, I don’t speak IDIOT.

The door whirred open, and BB slid inside, 2187 close behind. He quirked an eyebrow at the array of glowing panels and buttons, placing his hands on the center console. BB docked into another port, navigating slowly through the system until he found what he was looking for.

“Alright, you do your thing, we’ll get your pilot, and then we’re out of here, okay?” He paced, running his hands over his short-cropped hair. “Stars, let the Captain be on… I don’t know, a lunch break? Blaster-cleaning? Disciple row? Anything but patrol right now.”

A panel across the room began to hum, and BB rolled over to access the new port. He turned his head towards the trooper, giving his best attempt at a reassuring beep. The half-hearted smile he got in response was encouraging enough that he didn’t feel so guilty turning back to his work. The pair sat in silence for a bit, the soft whirring of machinery keeping them company before BB slid back with a triumphant little ditty.

“You got it?”

Hell-fucking-yeah I did!

The trooper’s comm beeped, and he clicked the speaker, letting the automated voice play out.

“Attention all base personnel. Please route around the detention corridor. A hazardous chemical spill has made the area unsuitable for transversal. Repeat. Route around the detention corridor.”

He raised an eyebrow at the droid. “For a little guy, you’re really scary, you know that?”

Thank me later. Let’s go get Poe.

Ren sat completely still, his legs crossed in front of him, his back perfectly straight as he inhaled, and exhaled again slowly. His mind floated out, spreading like a dark cloud. Something was catching his attention, something drifting closer, ever closer. Something strong, something… He stiffened. Her face formed in the cloud, the darkness draining and replaced by blinding light until she blinked into view. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, brown eyes full of sadness.

“Ben.”

“You know that isn’t my name anymore.” His voice came out as a low hiss, eyes boring into her, willing her to go away.

Rey shook her head. “I will always look at you as the man who used to be my friend. Not the man you have become.”

“Then you are weak. Blinded by foolish attachments,” He sneered. “Your Master would be disappointed in you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as she flinched back, barely perceptible, but he knew her well. Too well… they’d grown up together, in the temple. She had been one of his closest friends, for so long…

“Ben,” Her voice was soft, coaxing. “I understand your anger. Your pain. Luke has made many mistakes, but he is only one man. He is haunted by a past that we may never understand. I’m sorry that he pushed you so far.”

He inhaled sharply. A bitter laugh slipped through his lips. “I thought you were more than this- his feeble messenger. Rey, a noble Jedi Knight, has been reduced to a mouthpiece for a corrupt, mad old man.” He shook his head. “You excuse his actions so easily- no matter his past, I trusted him. I needed him, I needed his guidance against the darkness,” His voice caught in his throat as the familiar roar of anger pressed in. “And he tried to murder me. His nephew.” His fists tightened. “Who’s to say he won’t try to kill you? Or follow in his father’s footsteps, and end the Jedi Order, bathing it in blood once again? It wasn’t the Clones that ended the next generation- it was my grandfather, from the inside.”

He was surprised when she nodded.

“You’re right, Ben. What he did, it was unforgivable. You needed him, you needed his confidence in you, you needed his trust. I’m sorry that he failed you. Which is why I won’t,” She brushed through the mists, and he could almost feel her hand on his skin back in his quarters. “I won’t fail. I will bring you back where you belong. Together, we can fix this. We can bring peace, Ben. Your anger has guided you this far, but where does it leave you?” She wrapped her arms around him gently. “You traded one Master for another.”

Ben snapped out of his meditation, sweat pooling on his back. She had seen so far into him, looked at his anger, and hatred, and hurt, and had still asked him to come home. Rey had always been good at that- they had a deep connection, growing up so close together. Hers had been the shoulder he cried on when he missed home, his was the shoulder she leaned on when a nightmare about the desert sands plagued her. She never spoke much of her past- he knew that in the power vacuum left after the Sith destroyed each other, several factions of the former Galactic empire vied for power. Many people had died, and the carnage had continued until he’d risen. He rolled his shoulders back. She spoke of bringing peace, and yet the Resistance was the source of the continued conflict. He had reunited the Empire, shaped and molded and forced it into the form of the First Order. He had ended the needless battles of factions, quelled the bloodshed, using force only when those little scraps had failed to recognize his new rule. He was the son of a Princess, he was well-versed in the lessons of diplomacy that she had vested to him; where his diplomacy failed, the anger of his Master’s betrayal fueled him into battle.

“I have brought peace,” The words slipped from his lips, hanging softly in the air. “The Jedi are meant to be peace-keepers. They should be on my side.”

But he was a tyrant. His hands curled into fists.

He had a map to follow.

Poe groaned. He was hanging from his wrists, held in suspension as energy surged around him, occasionally hitting him with a pulse that left him gasping for breath. He wasn’t sure when he’d last seen Ren- a few times, he’d passed out from the pain, or exhaustion, leaving him to wonder how many hours he’d lost to darkness. He was alone, at least. A few times, he’d woken to the stares of a few troopers, muttering orders to each other and adjusting the dials on the console. He was beginning to lose his resolve, as much as he hated to admit it. It would be nice, really, to just let go. Give the map up, and at least he could die. He snarled, fire surging in his gut. What was he thinking- he wouldn’t be the only one to die. These were children he was talking about, innocent kids, born with a power through no fault of their own. They needed the Jedi, needed that guidance, and he wasn’t going to let them suffer just because he was hurting. He jolted again as another surge crested through his body. He’d almost rather be under Ren again…

He shivered, despite himself. The aphrodisiac had a lingering effect, creeping into his dreams with memories of the heat in his belly, the leather glove clasped around his mouth, fingers curled in his hair. The way he’d shaken beneath him, the hot breath against his ear as he’d been fucked into a daze. He’d enjoyed it, and that thought disturbed him more than the idea of further torture.

The door slid open as another surge hit him, and he gasped, his back spasming at the pressure. Chest heaving, he jut his chin forward at the trooper who hovered in the doorway.

“Come to turn up the pressure again? Shame, I was getting a bit bored of this method.”

His eyes widened as the trooper leaned back into the hall, and waved someone forward, ducking into the room. Rather than head to the console, he waited by the door, until a small ball of energy rolled into the room. Poe laughed incredulously.

“BB-8?!”

Thank the stars! Master Poe!

BB-8 whirred happily, docking into a port. Poe dropped, the trooper catching him carefully in his arms, and helping him to his feet. He fixed him with a confused glance, flicking his gaze back and forth from the white helmet to BB.

“He a friendly?”

As far as I can tell. Looking for a pilot to get off this hellhole.

He arched an eyebrow, cocking his head at the trooper. “You a defector?”

The trooper was quiet for a second before pushing his helmet up, and setting it to the side. Poe’s eyes lingered on his face. He had wide, dark eyed, short-cropped dark hair, and full lips. He was handsome. He shook the thought, tacking it up to the last of the drugs.

“I’m not going to kill for them.” His voice was firm, but he spoke quietly. Poe just nodded, and let him help him hobble towards the door. BB picked up the rear, and the trio moved quickly down the hallway, to the hangar.

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Interrogation Techniques pt.7

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: parental pain, parental separation, mild violence, some smut, degrading language, references to drugging, references to noncon

Leia’s eyes flicked over the transmission again. She could sense the tension in the room as she replayed the transmission, listening to the drone of Ren’s voice.

“This is a message to the leaders of the Resistance, and Master Luke Skywalker of the Jedi Order.”

Every time the intro ran through, she could feel her brother and his students tense up instinctively. Rey gripped Luke’s shoulder as they listened to the transmission a third time.

“Before me, I have Resistance pilot Poe Dameron. He is alive, for now.”

Poe’s body lay on the floor in front of Ren’s feet. His hands appeared to be bound behind his back, and he was covered in bruises. The entire right side of his face was swollen, his lip and forehead still bleeding slightly as the Sith continued.

“I have shot down several of your pilots. I have taken their ships. I will find the locations of your base, and Jedi temple, and I will destroy them.”

Ren gave the unconscious pilot a rough kick in the ribs, eliciting a groan of pain. Leia tried not to wince again.

“I will get the map from him. I will get the map from one of the captured ships. I will fly across the galaxy and wrench it from another rebel’s cold, dead hands. There is no escaping it. I will find you, and I will kill. You. All.” He pressed his boot into Poe’s ribs, and the pilot squirmed in pain.

“Perhaps if you value his life, I will trade him for the map. You still stand to gain something. Whether you take advantage of that is up to you. In the meantime,” Poe was forced to his feet, some troopers moving in to drag him up. His body dangled in between them, his head rolling to the side. “He is mine.”

The transmission cut there. Leia rubbed a hand over her face, planting her elbows on the panel in front of her. She felt the eyes of the room on her again, felt the familiar tension in her shoulders. This was the first time she’d shown the transmission to the rest of the base.

When it came in, it was through the old channel. Ben’s channel. She’d returned to her quarters to rest, get food. Another mission had turned up empty, and she hadn’t heard anything from Poe or any member of the Green Squadron.

She was ashamed how much her heart still swelled with hope when she’d seen the transmission message on that channel. She was ashamed how her son’s voice, distorted by the mask but still his, had sunk into some part of her mind, some desperate faction that still hoped and prayed every night that he would come home.

The second time she’d watched it, she’d sent for the Jedi. She’d called in Luke and Rey, searched their faces for an answer. Luke remained stoic as always, while Rey’s eyes betrayed her horror as she watched one of her best friends writhe under the boot of the enemy. She wished Luke hadn’t brought her.

The third time, she stood in the command center of their base, watching her son kick the man she’d come to treat as her own. The murmurs around her were drowned out by the roar of Han’s heart beside her. She could feel every muscle in his body stiffen, could hear his thoughts racing a million parsecs an hour as he struggled to come to terms with what he was seeing. What they were both feeling.

She cleared her throat, finally.

“We will not be giving up the map.”

There were some sounds of protest; she raised a hand. “I have spoken with Master Luke, and Jedi Knight Rey. They have a plan.” She waved Rey forward.

The young woman’s confidence had grown as she’d studied with Luke. With their resources so thin, it was difficult to reach everyone who needed his guidance. But that meant that the ones they were able to save all that much more precious. Rey steeled her shoulders, speaking to the group.

“I received a… I received a vision, shortly after we believe Dameron’s ship was captured.” The holoscreen flickered as she brought up an image of the Saleucami system. “He was travelling with another youngling. I…” She looked over her shoulder at Luke for confirmation, who nodded in approval. “I believe that the vision came from her when they were captured.”

A small ship flickered into view on the screen. “According to the last transmission received, Poe would have been in the Saleucami system, here. But, the vision I saw would mean that Poe’s ship had to be further out, placing them here,” The screen zoomed out, revealing a map of the surrounding area. Saluecami became a small sphere as the screen displayed the entire Suolriep sector, and the diagram of the ship moved farther out, closer to the edges of the sector. The group murmured, and Rey glanced at her mentor before someone chimed in.

“How can you be certain?”

Rey rolled her shoulders back. “Because in the vision I saw, the child was looking out the window of Dameron’s ship. Saleucami was too far in the distance, too small, to indicate that they were as close to the planet as we previously believed.”

The murmurs became ones of agreement. Luke stepped forward, placing a hand on Rey’s shoulder, and offering her a smile of approval. “I trust my apprentice. In times of distress, the Force is there to guide us. Even untrained, it is not unreasonable that the child would have been able to reach out.”

One of the other officers, a young Kel Dor man, spoke up. “Indeed. Which would then place them moving out of the sector when they were captured.”

Leia nodded. “Yes, Tris. Poe was piloting a freighter- it would have needed to be a cruiser, at least, to pull them in. If Poe is alive, they couldn’t have been shot down. There were no escape pods on the vessel.”

Tris Gano spoke again. “The only intelligence we have of nearby cruisers would put them well outside of the system.”

“Our intelligence is so often wrong, these days,” Leia sighed. Han put his hand on her shoulder, and she returned the gesture. “Regardless, that means that they were either patrolling nearby, passing through, or they were seeking our ships in the area specifically.”

“Any word from our allies then?” Han’s voice was rough, the pain in his heart bared for everyone to hear. Leia’s fingers tightened over his.

“None. Which leads me to believe they were seeking our ships.” She inhaled, sharing a glance with her brother. 

“We may have a leak.”

Poe groaned, rolling onto his side. His ribs ached, his wrists burned, and his head was pounding, like his heart had crawled its way up his throat and into his skull, beating against the sides, screaming at him to get up, to run, to do something. Anything. It was too loud for him to focus, and he drew ragged breaths, trying to calm himself. He could feel the dried sweat on his skin, along with… he shuddered, burying his face into the mattress. He didn’t want to think about that. 

There was a mechanical whirring, and he forced himself to remain still as he heard the door hiss before sliding open. Boots clicked across the polished floor, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed. He didn’t move.

“Are you going to lay there pathetically for the rest of the evening, or would you like to get up and wash yourself.”

Poe didn’t move, keeping his face pressed into the sheets. Any reaction would be used against him in some way, and no matter how much he wanted to leave the room, go scrub his skin red and raw to try and forget everything, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of needing that. Needing anything from him, actually. 

Ren sighed. “I’ve already seen everything, you don’t need to hide.”

Poe’s fists tightened in the sheets, and he turned his head. “You drugged me.”

“Yes, we’ve been over this.”

Poe rolled onto his back, keeping his eyes trained at the ceiling. It was plain and white, just like the rest of Ren’s quarters. Funny. He would have thought the head edge-lord would lock himself in a dark room to brood.

“Answer me when I speak to you, pilot.”

Ren hissed, and Poe closed his eyes. “Can’t say I cared to listen. What do you want from me.”

There was a minute of silence. Poe cracked his eyes open, glancing towards the foot of the bed and pushing himself up onto his elbows. Ren was watching him, a blank expression on his face.

“I’m not giving you the map. The Resistance is too smart to trade me for it. Why don’t you just kill me?” Poe moved himself back against the wall, the chain around his neck shifting uncomfortably. He pulled at it. “You just like the view?”

Ren chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”

Poe cocked an eyebrow. “An actual reply. Who would’ve thought.”

His eyebrows shot up as Ren actually smiled at him. Moving around the other side of the bed, Poe fought the urge to flinch away as he sat down. Ren’s back was to him, staring out the window. The uncomfortable silence drew out, and Poe caught himself watching the rise and fall of Ren’s chest as he set his helmet aside. 

Poe cleared his throat. “I’m not going to fall for the stockholm syndrome play, either. No matter what you do, or say, I’m not staying with you. I’ll die before I betray the Resistance.” The silence was agony. Normally Ren took every opportunity to monologue about how powerful he was, or how evil his plans were, or some stupid other villainous trope that Poe had seen in every Imp bastard he’d come across. Poe shifted, the chain clinking again. 

“You’re not staying with me.” Ren’s voice was cold. “You’re my prisoner. I don’t need to manipulate you.” He cast half a glance over his shoulder. “I have what I want.”

“You don’t have the damn map, the one thing that you-”

Darkness closed in, and he slumped back against the headboard. Ren sighed, lowering his hand, and unlocking the collar around his neck, lifting him into his arms. Brushing a curl from his forehead, he stared down at the pilot.

“You never learn, do you Dameron?”

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Heyyyy so uhhhh I wrote a fic for this gifset because hot DAMN- you can find it here

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Me, Myself and I 

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Just Instinct

Hey! So I got really inspired by a gifset/cosplay/roleplay by @asktheboywholived (you can find the gifset here), so I decided to write a fic of it! Enjoy!

NSFW Wolfstar Fic

Warnings: Light bondage, manipulation, dub-con, anal sex, oral sex

Sirius screamed, squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for the feeling of Remus’ teeth in his neck.

Nothing ever came.

A low, dark chuckle in his ear made him freeze, a half-laugh, half-sob escaping his lips. Remus grinned, his hand still firmly pinning Sirius’ wrists above his head, and his knee still between Sirius’ legs.

“Aw come on Sirius, have a little fun,” He was pressed so closely against him now, their chests were against each other, his face resting in the crook of Sirius’ neck. “Mmm… I can see why he likes you.” He inhaled deeply, his breath hot on Sirius’ neck. “He thinks about you, you know. Wonders what you’d look like…” He shifted his knee, making Sirius gasp. “Just like this. Pinned underneath him, panting, desperate.” He chuckled again. “Though, I think he had a different kind of desperation in mind.”

“S-stop.” Sirius sucked in a sharp breath as Remus pressed his knee up ever so slightly. “S-stop!” He struggled again, but his straining only put more pressure on the growing bulge in his pants. “You’re not him!”

“Mmm. I could be,” Remus moved in, pressing his hot lips to Sirius’ neck. Sirius yelped as he bit down, much gentler than he expected. He moved back to whisper again. “I mean, you both want it. He wouldn’t mind- oh, he’s wanted this for so long, Sirius.” 

Sirius panted as Remus continued, certain that the hickey would last a week with how fiercely his teeth grazed against his skin, how hard he pressed his lips into him- He tried to move away from him, only succeeding in grinding himself against Remus’ knee. Remus growled, pressing into him, moving his kisses up to the edge of Sirius’ jaw, forcing him to tilt his chin up.

“I mean, if you think about it, you’d be keeping him safe, Sirius. He’d be here, with you, rather than out there, hurting people. And oh, wouldn’t it just be a shame if word got out?” He angled his head, letting his lips graze against Sirius’ ear. “If your sweet, sweet Remus’ nasty little secret got out?” 

Sirius panted as Remus dove at his neck again, biting harder now, grinding his hips up to press his knee into Sirius’ groin, making him whimper pitifully. “I- I-”

“Oh come on, Sirius,” Remus stopped to look at him, those yellow eyes that Sirius loved so much now blown wide with a feral instinct, dark with lust. “Say yes. Say yes to him.”

Sirius’ brow furrowed, his breath catching in his chest. Everything in him was screaming, he wanted this, he wanted it so badly- but this wasn’t Remus. This… this wasn’t how he wanted this. He could feel the heat from Remus’ chest, feel the way his hands were digging into his wrists, the way his knee was wedged in just the right spot to make him squirm. He stared into those eyes- Remus’ eyes. 

His resolve crumbled.

“I…” He slumped over, finally letting his weight rest on Remus’ knee. The sensation made him whimper again, leaning his head back against the wall he was pinned to. Remus’ mouth twisted into a fanged smile.

“You know what I want to hear you say, pretty thing.”

Sirius whined. Remus drove his knee up harder, making him wince, but the tightness in his pants left him without a choice.

“P-please.”

Remus growled in approval, grinding his knee into Sirius’ groin, his hands diving for the hem of Sirius’ shirt. Sirius gasped as he ripped it off of him, slamming him back into the wall, his chest exposed. They were both breathing heavily now, and Remus gave him a wild-eyed look that made him melt inside. He prowled forward, pinning his wrists back above his head, forcing him to remain still, remain at his mercy while he worked him over. Sirius moaned as Remus’ mouth moved over him, leaving rough, possessive kisses across his jawline, neck, and lips. He chewed at his bottom lips, making Sirius writhe underneath him, desperate for more. Remus’ tongue darted between his lips, invading his mouth, forcing his moans to become muffled pleas for more, more. He was desperate for him, desperate to be touched like this. Desperate for Remus to take control, take him. He whined as Remus pulled back, shedding his jacket, and tossing it somewhere behind him in the room. Without the pressure on his wrists, he felt like he could crumble.

Remus’ eyes were all over him, his hands were all over him, his lips. Sirius reached out for him, clung to him as he bit and scratched him, leaving love bites and hickeys across his collarbone and chest. An endless string of whines and moans escaped his lips, his breath hitching every time Remus bit down, every time he dipped just a bit lower. Clawed hands scraped across his chest, never enough to draw blood, just enough to leave red marks. Terribly possessive, marking everything that belonged to him, making sure that Sirius knew he was his, and only his. And Sirius loved it. His fingers tangled in Remus’ hair, scratched against his back as he pressed into him, letting his hips grind against him and keep him against the wall. Somewhere in between, Remus’ feral side mixed with the Remus he loved- gentle kisses and touches were intermixed with the terribly feral and needy bits and scraping.

“Mine.” Remus moaned and leaned back to admire his handiwork, admire how much of a mess he’d made his plaything. Sirius stared at him, his bare chest heaving. Remus ripped his own shirt off, discarding the ruined fabric behind him. His hands found Sirius’ pants, and dove below the hemline without a second thought. Sirius’ hips bucked as Remus groped him. His knees were shaking, threatening to buckle underneath him at this point, as Remus dipped his hand lower, fondling his balls, giving his length a few teasing strokes before he pulled back abruptly. His hands fumbled with his own zipper and he growled, ripping his pants off and tearing Sirius’ down for good measure. He took both their boxers too, leaving them both panting, pressed against each other, completely naked.

Sirius stared at him, letting his eyes wander. “Remus…”

Remus grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. They almost glowed yellow, making the hot ache in Sirius’ core twist.

“Get on your knees, pretty thing.”

Sirius obeyed, staring up at him as Remus pumped one hand around his cock, the other tangling in Sirius’ dark hair. He grinned, moving the head of his cock against Sirius’ bottom lip.

“I wish you knew how long he’s been holding back on this,” Remus tugged at the roots of his hair, and Sirius’ mouth fell open instinctively. 

“I- mmphf!”

“Mmm, now this is a much better way of shutting you up.” Remus pushed Sirius’ head down along his length, making him gag as the head hit the back of his throat. Sirius whimpered, making Remus groan. “You look so damn pretty like this.”

Sirius’ head bobbed as he was forced up and down, taking all of Remus’ length in his mouth. Remus was moaning, pumping him harder and faster, giving his hair rough tugs as he was forced to take him deeper. Sirius moved his tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling the way it pulsed, so incredibly hard. He kept the rhythm for as long as he could, soon moving his head on his own as Remus let himself revel in the pleasure. “That’s it, that’s it- God, Sirius, fuck,” He threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward. Sirius gagged a bit, but conceded, reaching up to wrap his arms around the back of Remus’ thighs, take him deeper. The contact made him gasp, bucking up into the back of Sirius’ throat. He was getting close, he could tell by the way he felt against his lips. His insides twisted; his own cock was rock-hard, so close, almost dripping with precum. Remus suddenly yanked him back, making him slide off with a soft pop.

“Turn around, and bend your knees.” Remus sounded breathless, and Sirius stared up at him with watery eyes. His friend stared down at him, those dark lust-filled eyes making him feel like jelly. His legs quivered as he got up slowly, turning his back to him.

“Bend over.” Remus’ voice was almost a hiss, and Sirius glanced over his shoulder. Those yellow eyes were locked on him, pinning him under their gaze.

“I said, bend over.” Remus’ hand on the back of his neck forced him down, and Sirius gasped as he felt Remus press against him. His hands ran over his ass, making him shiver.

“Beg.”

Sirius’ head whipped around. “W-what?”

He yelped as Remus spanked him, hard, moving his hand around to grip the front of Sirius’ neck. “You heard me, pretty thing. Beg.” He squeezed, cutting off a little air, and gave his ass another hard slap.

“I...I...p-please…”

*Smack* “Louder.”

“P-please-”

*Smack* *Smack* “Louder.”

“Please, please-”

*SMACK* “LOUDER!”

“Please, please, God, Remus, please fuck me, please-”

Sirius yelped as Remus plunged into him, not giving him time to adjust. Using his hand on his neck as leverage, he pumped into him, bouncing him up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts. Sirius gave a deep moan, his hips bucking and pushing back to meet Remus’ with every motion. He swore he was seeing stars, his insides melting into a warm mush as he was pounded into, over and over and over again. He had unknowingly lubed Remus up with the blowjob, and Remus’ precum was adding to the mix, making him slide in and out of him rather smoothly. The mixture of pleasure and pain faded entirely into a deep, pulsing pleasure as the pace quickened, Remus’ cock throbbing inside of him as Sirius moaned. He was babbling, continuing to beg for Remus to take him, when his partner groaned.

“I’m going to fucking cum in you Sirius.”

“Yes, yes, please, please,” Sirius pushed his hips back, feeling Remus bottom out. His insides were flooded with warmth as Remus came, moving to grip Sirius’ hips roughly, thrusting him back and forth like a sex toy as he finished. Sirius moaned as Remus reached around him, pumping his cock as he unloaded. Sirius climaxed at the touch, his hips jerking but forced to stay where Remus wanted him. They both rode out the ends of their climax until they were spent, and Remus released his hips, letting him drop to the floor, twitching.

“You’re such a pretty sight like this Sirius. Utterly ruined.” Remus loomed over him, smirking at his spent body. “Mm. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Sirius could hardly turn to look at him, his eyelids fluttering. He felt utterly spent, his legs still shaking and sore from the strain. He could feel the claw marks across his chest throb distantly, his chest heaving from the effort. His dark hair cascaded over his face, and he breathed in deeply, not able to reply.

“S...Sirius?”

Sirius tilted his head up, meeting his friend’s widening eyes. They had returned to their natural color, a much less intense yellow, and from there to a sort of golden brown. He smiled. He loved that color.

Remus fell to his knees, scrambling toward him, pulling his chest across his lap. “Oh my God, oh my God, Sirius, Sirius are you okay, are you,” His eyes flickered over his body, then down at his own, then back to Sirius’. Realization dawned on him, and he choked.

“Oh no….no, no… no, no, no.” His fingers tangled in his hair, eyes fixing Sirius with a desperate look. “No. Sirius… I...I…”

Sirius smiled up at him, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s okay. Remus.” 

Remus shook his head, moving like he was going to get away, but Sirius grabbed his wrist. Remus’ wide eyes fixed on him again, full of sorrow, brimming with tears.

“Sirius, Sirius I-”

“Remus, it’s okay,” Sirius smiled up at him, closing his eyes. “It’s okay. Everything that matters is okay.”

Remus stared at him, tears sliding down his scarred cheeks. “What do you mean, Sirius?”

Sirius let out a soft breath, his hand still resting on Remus’.

“You’re safe.”

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Interrogation Techniques pt.6

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: This is a long one my dudes- sexually frustrated kylo ren, degrading language, humiliation, smut, kylo’s perverted thoughts, non-con, dub-con, bondage, implied voyeurism kink, gagging, bathing together, use of aphrodisiacs, anal sex

The sensation of warm water started to rouse him from unconsciousness. Poe groaned as it poured over his aching shoulders, rinsing out the various cuts he’d acquired during his time as a hostage. He could feel dampness in his hair and across his chest, and the smell of something hung in the air. A warm scent, like an old cologne that he couldn’t quite place how he knew it. Familiar, comforting. Probably something he would have picked out for himself, honestly. It began to draw him out of his forced-sleep, and he blinked his eyes slowly until he was able to open them completely.

He jerked violently, sloshing the water in the tub as he struggled to get up. He was laying half-submerged in a luxurious looking bathtub, covered up to his stomach with warm water and a layer of bubbles. His back was against something warm, and in horror he noticed a second pair of legs, straddling his own. A pair of firm arms wrapped around his waist, holding him still as the bubbles splashed against the edges of the tub. He struggled a bit more, but the weakness in his limbs prevented him from continuing. He felt heavy, like he’d run a marathon in his sleep, and wanted nothing more than to sink into his bed at base.

 A low chuckle sent a chill down his spine as Ren’s lips brushed against the back of his neck, his arms holding him firmly against his chest. The air stopped halfway to Poe’s lungs as he stared into the water, at the light skinned legs encircled him in the water, like a shark around a fish. Ren’s hands rested firmly on his hips, discouraging him from moving any further. Poe noticed how warm he felt- his core was burning, and he was aching, a need he couldn’t recognize as his mind raced. Was this some kind of psychological torture- a new method of humiliation? Knowing Ren’s sadistic, perverted side, probably. He tried to continue breathing, as much as he wanted to lean over the edge of the tub and vomit.

The water suddenly seemed grimy, and disgusting, rather than the soft, soothing warmth it had held a moment ago. Poe sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to get his bearings. He was aching all over, particularly his hips and groin, and his cheeks reddened as he noticed that he was half-hard underneath the layer of bubbles.

“Have a nice dream?” Ren gave him a light squeeze, reaching around to pour a delicate looking cup of water over Poe’s chest. “You were making some… interesting noises.” His breath heated the shell of Poe’s ear as he leaned in closer. “Thinking about me?”

“You wish.” Poe shuddered as the warm water cascaded over his chest, followed by one of Ren’s hands. His fingers trailed between his pecs, and his cock twitched the slightest bit under the surface. Poe shut his eyes. Ren’s lips grazed over his ear again as he was pulled more closely to his chest, and Poe fought the constant urge to flinch away as his lips trailed down across his shoulders.

“Alright, I think you’re all cleaned up now.” Ren drew back suddenly, startling Poe out of his statue-like state. He turned to sharply eye Ren over his shoulder. The man smiled at him with a sort of gentleness that almost shocked him out of his glare. He didn’t seem to be gloating, or sarcastic- he shook the thought away as Ren climbed out of the tub. Poe stared at the water as it started to drain, avoiding looking at Ren’s naked body as he grabbed a towel from the rack against the wall.

“You can look, you know. I don’t mind.”

“I do. I’d rather avoid seeing the dick of the man torturing me, thanks. I’d like to keep some dignity as you continue to humiliate me.” Poe snarked, making sure to splash extra water on the tiles as he finally climbed out, grabbing the towel that was left against the edge of the tub instead. He turned his back to him, trying to hide the growing tension in his dick as he roughly towelled himself off, trying to rub the feeling of Ren’s hands away.

Ren sighed. “Well, I’ve already seen yours. More than seen it, actually.”

Poe froze, the heat in his cheeks going ice cold. “What.” The word came out unpleasantly strangled, not the coldness he’d intended. He didn’t move as Ren walked up behind him, sliding his hands over his damp hips, curling his nails into the soft skin.

“You were making such… nice noises. Besides, I put your clothes back on before I sent my transmission. Don’t worry, the Resistance doesn’t need to see you naked. That’s a privilege I’d like to reserve for myself.”

“What did you send them?” Poe’s voice was a raspy whisper as Ren chuckled, turning him around to face him. Picking his chin up with his thumb and forefinger, he pressed a kiss to Poe’s lips. Poe drew back fiercely, backing into the tub. Ren didn’t react, turning his back and continuing to dry himself off. Poe averted his eyes.

“I sent them a little transmission, that’s all. A message- I have your pilot, I’m claiming him as recompense for the trouble you’ve caused me. Offered to trade you for the map, that sort of thing.”

[Holo message fanart inspiration/reference: Gaylo-ben art]

He said it so casually- like Poe’s world hadn’t begun closing around him, sucking the air out of his lungs, making it impossible to breathe. His knees hit the floor as he started to hyperventilate, clutching onto the edge of the bath for support.

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Ren’s arms looped under him, scooping him up and carrying him into his bedroom. Poe flailed, curling into a ball as Ren set him down on the bed, struggling to breathe. Ren lay down beside him, running his fingers up his sides. Poe would have moved away, but the way the breath seemed to stop, just before his lungs- he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t-

Ren’s fingers pressed against his temple, and Poe gasped as air rapidly flooded his lungs, making him cough. He could hear Kylo hushing him as he ran his hands through his hair, and pulled him into his side, running his nails gently along Poe’s spine. He began to get his breath back, reaching up to push against Ren’s chest. Ren hummed, taking it as an indication to pull him closer.

“Stop- stop touching me.”

Ren hummed, his hands wandering down Poe’s back. Poe grunted as his hand found his ass, giving it a tight squeeze. His fingers ran up and down his back again, tracing patterns against his spine. Poe grimaced, and pushed at him again.

“I’m not your pet, Ren. Get the fuck off of me.” Poe’s voice became a low growl. Ren sighed, and rolled back, cupping his face forceful. Poe struggled, pinned under his gaze.

“You’re really going to make me do this the hard way, aren’t you Dameron?”

Poe locked up as Ren forced him to stay in place. He twitched as he tried to fight his influence. Ren swung his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for something in the bedside table. His broad shoulders blocked Poe’s view, and he wished he could hide his face as a blush crept up into his cheeks. The Supreme Leader was the enemy of the Republic and the Resistance, and yet here he was, splayed out on his bed, pinned, naked, and increasingly sensitive. Poe’s eyes widened and he cursed.

“You drugged me.”

“That’s a bit of a strong word, don’t you think?” Ren turned around, holding a pair of binders, and a chain. Poe struggled as he was forced onto his stomach, his arms pinned behind his back and forced into the cuffs. The chain was wrapped around his neck, and he shivered at the cold metal against his warm skin. 

“I wouldn’t consider an aphrodisiac really drugging- more of a… mood enhancer.” Ren released him, and Poe spun around as best he could struggling in the restraints. Ren’s eyes watched him hungrily, and Poe could feel himself twitch again, heat seeping into his stomach. “What kind of slut are you that you could recognize a drug like that before you’re even aroused properly, hm?”

“I know a drug’s influence when I feel one, Ren.” Poe spat the words in his direction. Kylo cocked an eyebrow, crawling up onto the bed. Poe scrambled back, backing himself into the headboard as Ren moved his legs apart, leaning in against him. 

“You’ll get used to it. Soon, I won’t have to use anything at all for you to beg.”

Poe’s retort flew out of mind as Ren grabbed him roughly by the hair, pressing him against the headboard further as he leaned in, biting roughly at Poe’s neck. Poe gasped, twisting his legs in an attempt to block his erection, but Kylo leaned in further, keeping them wide. A hand came up to cover his mouth, and Poe moaned in spite of himself as Ren’s hand released his hair, coming down to flick his nipples. He let out a pleased chuckle at his pilot’s response, dragging his teeth from his neck across his collarbone, and down to his other nipple. Poe whimpered as he bit down delicately, testing his tolerance, flicking at it occasionally with his tongue. Ren revelled in the noises he made, sticking a few fingers into the pilot’s mouth. He choked, and looked wide-eyed at him. Kriff, it was a look that had him growing hard.

“Suck. Or I’ll be taking you without lube.”

Poe glared at him, but obeyed, wetting his fingers as Ren continued to test and play with him. A pinch here, a bite there, he revelled in every little whimper and sound. It was intoxicating, getting to have someone like this. He leaned back, pumping his fingers a bit more forcefully into his mouth, just to watch Poe gag a bit. Dameron was stunning- his dark eyes were blown wide with need, his damp locks of hair brushing against his olive skin. His chest was heaving, already covered in the purple marks Ren had made with his lips and teeth. And with his arms bound back, he could truly bask in it. Ren’s free hand grazed over him, admiring the muscles in his tightly-bound arms, the way his adam’s apple bobbed around the chain on his neck, linking him to the headboard. He palmed himself absently, reminded of how beautiful Poe had moaned in his sleep earlier.

He yanked his hands from Poe’s mouth, leaving the pilot gasping. “Turn around.” He commanded. Poe shot him another glare, this one with far less malice than the last, and did as he was told. Kylo groaned softly. Poe’s ass and hips were a marvel on their own. Smacking the palm of his hand against his ass, he grinned at the yelp it elicited.

His fingers ran down the length of Poe’s ass, prodding gently at him. He could sense the heat, feel the growing warmth in Poe’s stomach and his own as he pushed inside, greatly lubed up by the pilot’s mouth. Poe groaned as he pushed in, curling his fingers slightly, and getting a feel for his ass. Poe was panting now, pushing back against him slightly, trying to resist his own needs. A devilish smile overtook his lips, and he forward, pulling Poe’s back flush against his chest.

Poe gasped as Ren pulled him back roughly, his noises muffled as Ren clamped a hand over his mouth once more. “Hush, pilot. You don’t want anyone interrupting us, do you? Seeing you like this, all needy for me?”

Poe’s grunt turned into a heated moan as Kylo pressed into him, stretching him at an achingly slow pace. When he pulled away, he whimpered, more heat flooding his face. He could feel himself dripping, achingly hard, and pushed his ass out. Kylo chuckled into his ear.

“It’s alright, pilot. I’m going to let you cum. You’re mine now, after all. No more Resistance.” Kylo plunged into him, and Poe let out a scream. At some point, he seemed to have added some lube- or maybe it was just precum, he wasn’t sure. But it felt insane. He whimpered, and Ren backed off, pressing him face-down into the mattress. With his ass in the air like this, Ren’s cock pressed deeper and harder against his walls, tears welling in his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it, pilot. Relax. You’re mine.”

The way Ren’s lips hissed the word ‘mine’ made Poe’s legs tremble. Thoughts of fighting off the swelling orgasm evaporated as Ren picked up an unreasonable pace, thrusting into him hard, getting closer to hitting his prostate head-on with every movement. Poe struggled against the binders, desperate to cling on to something, anything, as his body was rocked with overstimulating waves of pleasure and pressure. He was crying into the sheets now, his mind addled as Ren continued his tirade, pace never faltering.

The pilot’s ass in the air jiggled every time he slammed into it. Ren could feel himself getting heated, approaching his own release, and grinned. Keeping a hand on Poe’s hip for balance, he reached around, and grabbed his balls, fondling them as he bent over Poe’s back. His pilot cried out as he began to climax, is ass tightening around him as he spasmed violently, almost drooling from the pleasure. Ren picked up his pace, spurred on by his pilot’s needy moans, and reached his own climax quickly, pulling out to let Poe finally collapse. He came across his back, moaning in satisfaction at the beautiful body twitching underneath him. When he was finished, he rose from the bed, watching Poe’s final twitches. His clothes were neatly laid and folded, beside the spare clothes the droid had brought for his pilot. He smiled at them as he pulled his own robes back on.

“Get some rest, pilot. I have a feeling I’ll need you soon- your precious Resistance may still want you. Unless of course, they knew I’d ruined you so.” He chuckled darkly as he left the room, leaving his new plaything ruined and spent on his bed.

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Interrogation Techniques pt.5

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: None- this chapter is going to be mostly about bb-8 and the resistance as they begin to plan for Poe’s escape- the question is, will he want to leave by the time they get there?

BB-8 wasn’t a pilot.

Flying with Poe, that was one thing. Operating a ship on his own? Near impossible. But he had two options. Make a run for the droid’s port, or let the ship be torn apart until he was discovered anyway. 

He hummed softly, stored away in one of the empty shipping containers. The ship that Poe had borrowed was an old smuggling vessel- a favor from a friend, he’d said when Leia fixed him with a disapproving stare. BB hummed a little at that memory- Poe was very fond of Leia, which meant he was very fond of Leia too. He missed her- who knew if she’d gotten his distress signal when they were first captured? According to his internal logs, that had been almost two days ago.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor, directly by his hiding place. BB froze, careful to lower the sounds of his processing unit, and decrease the airflow his internal cooling system was putting out. 

“Is this the last of the junk?” A trooper’s voice droned from inside their helmet. BB whirred nervously.

“Should be,” Another equally-enthused trooper answered back. Their footsteps moved around BB’s box. “You see the opening on this one?”

“It’s on the top, you skug.”

“If it was on top, don’t you think I would’ve seen it?”

“It’s been the top with every other kriffing container.”

“Cut it out man, I’m not happy to be doing this either.”

“You cut it out- this would be so much faster if you’d stop messing around, and just open the thing!”

BB heard some shuffling, and one of the troopers cried out. “Hey man, knock it off!”

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” 

A blaster fired, and BB shuffled back and forth anxiously as he heard a heavy set of armor hit the ground. The box started to shift, and he rolled as far back as possible, getting his little lighter out as a form of defense.

The box was pried open with some grunting, and light poured through the cracks. BB trembled as the side came away, and a face poked around.

“Hey there little guy- woah!” BB came rushing out, brandishing his lighter, and pulling out his jumper plugs, attempting to give the man a good zap. The trooper danced around, tripping over the other’s body, and landing hard as he scrambled backward.

“Hey hey! Hey! I’m trying to help you!” He reached up and yanked his helmet off, baring his frightened face for BB to see. BB rolled to a stop at his feet, smacking into them a few times for good measure.

The trooper nervously looked to the hanger ramp, motioning for BB to roll forward a bit more. “Quick, we don’t have a lot of time to get out of here. You know how to fly this thing?”

Of course I know how to fly it, do you?

“Uhhh I don’t speak droid, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

Oh kriff, this is going to go well. Where’s Poe?

“Great, show me where to go.”

BB smacked into his shins as he got up, swivelling around to look out over the hanger ramp. The trooper followed his gaze. He was sweating, pursing his lips as his dark eyes scanned frantically. He was breathing pretty heavily, clearly distressed. BB swivelled back and forth a few times, trying to get him to get the message. 

“We can’t go that way, there are troopers that way.”

YOU’RE A TROOPER YOU ABSOLUTE- 

He waved his jumper sticks in frustration, turning and rolling down the ramp. The trooper made a panicked squawk behind him, grabbing his helmet and his blaster. “Hey! Little buddy!”

He sprinted down the ramp after him, his helmet bobbing as he struggled to adjust it as he ran. BB paid him no mind, swerving between the groups of marching stormtroopers, looking for a droid port.

“Stop!”

BB-8 whirred. The trooper’s shouts were drawing attention, and he turned to signal over his shoulder when he ran into someone. Bounced back a bit, he swivelled around, staring up at a trooper in shiny silver armor, with a cape over their shoulder.

“Watch it, droid.” Her voice sniped at him. “FN- 2187, why is your droid not logging the last of the haul?”

The trooper behind him panted as he ran up. “I’m sorry Captain, I-”

There is a dangerous substance onboard the captured Rebel ship!

The woman towering over him glanced down, then back at the trooper. “Is this true?”

“I’m sorry Captain, I don’t understand what it’s saying. I-”

The woman, Captain, he supposed, leaned down to BB-8. “What sort of substance?”

BB-8 whirred. Not certain Master, but it hurt the other trooper.

The Captain waved another trooper over, gesturing for FN to come closer. “FN-2187, which trooper were you working with to log the last of the haul?”

“Uh… F… FN- 2000 Captain.”

The woman waved the second trooper towards the ship. “Finish recording the haul, get medical attention to FN-2000 if he’s still alive, and clean up the mess FN-2187 has made.”

“Yes, Captain.” The trooper jogged off towards the ship, talking into his comm link on the way. The Captain cast one last glance in 2187’s direction before fixing her eyes on the droid.

“Why are you still here? Go update the logs.”

Yes Master, right away Captain.

BB-8 turned and rolled back to 2187, bumping him on the shin in an effort to get him to move forward. The Captain turned on her heel and stalked away, her cape swinging behind her. BB whirred, starting off again.

“W-”

BB spun around. We have to go find Poe!

“I don’t speak droid!” The trooper flung his hands in the air in exasperation, but followed as BB rolled the distance across the hanger, pausing by the bay doors. The trooper punched something into the pad and opened it, allowing them both inside. Passing the threshold, BB spotted a droid port in the wall.

He plugged in as the trooper kneeled down beside him.

“Look little guy, we need to get off this base. If you can fly that ship, and get it on autopilot or something, I’m sure we can-”

BB-8 ignored him, pulling up a holomap of the base. The trooper cocked his head at it. “Why would you want- oh, are you looking for that guy they took off the ship?”

Finally, he’s catching on. BB bobbed his head enthusiastically. The trooper stood up. “Do we need him to pilot the ship then?”

BB bobbed his head, scanning over the map, and highlighting a path to the communications bay. The trooper stared at it for a second, before it seemed to click.

“Oh no, no we can’t send out any communications, they’d be able to trace us for sure.”

BB flipped off the holomap, and started rolling down the hall in the direction of comms. Whether the trooper wanted to follow along or not wasn’t his concern- he and Poe needed to get off this base, and back to Master Luke and General Leia.

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Interrogation Techniques, pt. 4

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: sexually frustrated kylo ren, degrading language, humiliation, smut, kylo’s perverted thoughts, non-con, unconscious fucking, oral sex, male receiving

Ren stared at the limp body of the pilot. 

His hands were trembling, shaking in rage, as he watched the slow rise and fall of his captive’s chest. So peaceful in comparison to the way it had convulsed and twitched earlier, his muscles straining as he fought for air. The way his eyes popped as he struggled, the twitch in his jaw, the bob of his adam’s apple in his throat as his eyes clouded over, unconsciousness approaching. Ren slammed a fist into the wall, his own chest beginning to heave.

He was burning again, his insides red-hot as the pilot’s infuriating grin crossed his mind. The twinkle in his dark eyes as he teased him, called him sweetheart, taunting him, mocking him to do more. Inviting him, ever so madly, to destroy him. To take his dark curls in hand once more and make him scream, beg for him, beg for him to- to. 

Ren slammed his hand against the wall again, suppressing a cry of rage that would surely be heard by the passing guards in the corridor. He turned his burning eyes on the pilot, still sleeping so peacefully. His lip was drenched in new blood, and Kylo wanted nothing more than to chew that lip to shreds, make him really scream for him this time. His pretty little pilot. The words rang in his ears again.

“I’d give myself a thousand times, if it stops you from getting those kids.” That defiant spark in his eyes, even when he was in so compromising of a position. Perhaps he’d heard this threat before- the idea alone was enough to send that traitorous scream of rage through his lips. In a rush, his lightsaber found his hand, and he slashed at him.

The pilot’s body slumped into his waiting arms, the cuffs still smoldering from where the lightsaber had left its mark. He ignored the stench of it, turning the pilot’s head to face him. His features were remarkably handsome, in a way that made Ren’s insides tighten. His breathing was ragged, as if Poe had been the one ripping the air from his lungs instead. He shook himself roughly. He had no strong sense of the force, no powers. Pain, humiliation, threats; none of it broke him, like so many before him that Ren had tortured. His touch seemed to be the only thing that truly unnerved him, and yet, he still would not yield. Ren brushed sweat-covered curls from his face, picking up his body without much conscious thought, and carrying him down the corridor. Anyone that passed picked up their pace, keeping their heads to the ground. Good. He would be the only one to see the pilot like this.

His quarters were not far away. By the time he reached them, the tightness in his stomach had grown, spiking as he lay Poe down across his bed. Looking at him splayed out like this, naked, entirely at his mercy- it did something to him. 

“Sir? Do you require any assistance?” A meek mechanical voice piped up from the corner, making him draw his saber in startled anger, whirling around. The tiny wretch cowered, shielding itself pathetically with its thin metal arms. He growled.

His servant droid. It was still scrubbing uselessly at the floor, attempting to remove the scorch marks his lightning had wrought earlier. Despite the fact that he’d forbidden anyone from entering his quarters, they were still needed for menial tasks. It had a bucket of scrub-water, a filthy rag clutched in one of its clawed hands. His eyes hovered on it, before flicking back towards the bed. Poe remained unconscious, draped over the mattress like he’d been posed for a photo shoot. In the bright lights of his room, he could see all the bruising, sweat, and dried blood that caked his olive skin. His stomach turned at the reminder of the blows he’d dealt, though he shook the sensation away. 

“I want this man bathed, in fresh clothing. Get us food. And binders.” He snapped at it, waving a hand and sending it stumbling out the door. “Now.”

“Yes sir, right away Supreme Leader.” The droid teetered down the hallway out of sight as Ren inhaled sharply. His helmet was cast aside, set on a bedside table as he loomed over the mattress, eyes locked on the pilot.

Poe Dameron was the best pilot the Resistance had, responsible for nearly 100 missions across all corners of the galaxy. 100 younglings to the growing jedi temple, where master Luke and Jedi Knight Rey would train them. 100 future enemies, brainwashed into believing the same flawed logic as the long-extinct order. His lip curled at the thought.

“I could have been one of them.”

The pilot stirred, not waking from his sleep, but letting out a soft sigh. Ren sat slowly down onto the mattress beside him, taking in his entire body again. He was muscular, well-defined, with calloused hands, and just a touch of dark chest hair. Ren’s eyes grazed down his hips, the now-familiar ache in his stomach returning as his eyes passed over his dick. It was a decent length, thick. He imagined what it would feel like in his hand. The noises Poe would make. His eyes flickered up to Poe’s sleeping face. He had such handsome features- dark lashes framing his eyes, a strong jawline, high cheekbones. Ren reached out a leather-clad hand to brush across his face. The pilot stirred slightly, and Ren jerked back, fearful that he’d woken him.

The door to his quarters slid open, and the droid toddled in, holding a folded stack of clothing and a towel. It left it on the edge of the bed, skittering into the bathroom when Ren shot it a scathing look. The sounds of the water running made his shoulders tense. They seemed so loud now, and he watched Poe’s face carefully, looking for any signs of him rousing from his sleep. His lashes fluttered briefly, and another soft breath escaped him. There was the hint of a smile there. Ren observed a moment longer before his eyes slid back down Poe’s torso to his length. His helmet removed, he could better feel the heat rise to his cheeks as he rose from the bed, moving around to the foot of it to kneel down, his face now eye-level with Poe’s spread legs. It was a beautiful sight, and he reached out slowly, testing. His hand wrapped around the thick length, running up and down it loosely. Poe stirred. A whine escaped his lips as his length hardened ever so slightly, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. Ren leaned forward, letting his breath warm the leather of his gloves. With another glance at the pilot’s face, he sank down, letting his length enter his mouth. His glove pumped him lightly at the base of his cock as Kylo ran his tongue along the underside of Poe’s erection, savoring the feeling of the hard length as it pushed past his lips. The feeling inside him was eating him alive, screaming for him to take Poe, all of him, take him into his mouth, flip him over, fill him, claim him. He sank further onto him, letting the tip hit the back of his throat, groaning pleasurably at the sensation. He began to bob his head up and down, his hand still pumping the base of Poe’s cock, moving to fondle his balls as Kylo slid his tongue over Poe’s slit. Poe whined, spurring him on, until he could feel his cock pulsing between his lips. He smiled, removing his mouth with a pop, and using the slick from his mouth, pumped at his cock with his hand. Poe’s hips jerked, and he moaned, a deep sound that had Ren’s pants tightening around him as Poe twitched, his climax decorating his stomach as he finished. Ren stood up slowly, admiring the new flushed look across his pilot’s face, and the hitch in his breathing.

“Sir, the water is-”

Ren lifted the droid, not bothering to turn and face it as he closed his fist, smashing the droid into a ball in the air. Its parts creaked and groaned as he squeezed harder, waiting until the only noise in the room again was the soft breathing of his new prize.

“I will break you, one way, or another.” He smiled. “You will be mine, pilot.”

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Interrogation Techniques pt.3

Part One 

Part Two

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: sexually frustrated kylo ren, degrading language, torture, and manipulation

Ren’s chest was heaving as he tore down the corridor. Luckily, he was able to control himself until he’d made it into his private quarters. The helmet fell from his hand and hit the floor with a sickening thud as he roared, his lightsaber humming to life with his rage. The feeling in his chest refused to quit, and he lashed out, slashing across nothing, the weightless blade making a red arc through the air. He screamed again, the force strong at his fingertips, and he whirled around, blasting the door with lightning. He could feel someone at the other side, and slammed his lightsaber back onto his belt, scooping his helmet up from the floor. He didn’t bother to turn as he willed the door to open.

“If you’re quite finished with your tantrum, Ren, we have news.”

Hux’s polished boots clicked across the floor, side-stepping the skids of ash along the ground as he brought the data pad inside.

“I thought I made myself clear, General. I am not to be disturbed in my private quarters.”

Hux sniffed. “Well, then I suppose it would do you well to be at the helm. Then I wouldn’t have to come all the way down here to inform you that we discovered something.”

Ren continued to stand silently with his back to the General, but didn’t miss his eye roll.

“We believe that the Resistance pilot was also carrying information about the other squadrons of the Resistance- a flier’s log, if you will. However, unlike the map, it would not have been contained on a drive, and would simply be a ledger of-”

“The pilot won’t give the location of the map drive, what makes you think he will give me a single name on that ledger.” Ren liked how cold the mask could make him sound. Right now, it was masking the heat that he still held, the way his face burned and the dryness in his mouth. Something about that pilot was driving him mad.

“-hadn’t interrupted, you would know that we captured a resistance X-wing. The pilot, sadly, didn’t make it.” Hux grinned devilishly. “Our technicians are inspecting the ship now in case there is a copy of this ledger, or the map, on board.”

“Then tell me when there is any actual progress, and not just conjecture.” Ren snarled. Hux gave him a defiant and clearly agitated sniff before pivoting on his heel and exiting, leaving the Supreme Leader to stew.

Poe blinked a few more times, scared to close his eyes; if he opened them, he might awake to feel Ren’s lips on his neck, or his gloved hands on his body once more. He wasn’t going to sleep, wasn’t even going to let himself shut his eyes too long. His body was aching, the back of his head and scalp throbbing from Ren’s violent pulls. Already he could feel a slight swelling in his lower lip, the edge marred from rough kisses. He shuddered.

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered into the air, tears welling from his eyes. He could still hear the little girl in the back of the ship, BB’s delighted whirs and clicks as they played. The blaster shot fired through his mind again and he choked back a pained sob as he remembered the deafening silence that followed. Who knew where BB-8 was either. Probably being used for spare parts.

“I’m sorry buddy.”

A tear escaped despite his efforts, trailing through the blood stains that had dried and cracked across his cheek. He lay his head back gently, taking a long breath in through his nose. The vision he’d had when Kylo- no, Ren. Just Ren. When Ren had invaded his mind, when the little girl came into the cockpit. Was it real? Did he have any hope? She was force sensitive, he knew that, but she was dead. How could she have reached him? He pushed the thought away. He would have time to grieve her once he’d gotten out of here. And until proven otherwise, no one was coming to rescue him, or knew he was here at all. 

As his mind kicked up an effort to plan, the cell door slid open, and he froze. Ren’s robes floated across the polished floor, until he was faced with the mask again. Ren seemed to be keeping a distance, not within reach to touch him- merely staring into his face.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? You were all over me last time.” Poe’s lopsided grin was painful, but he forced it anyway, hoping to provoke again.

This time, Ren didn’t answer. Didn’t growl, didn’t move, didn’t raise a hand against him. Poe fought the urge to shift under the scrutiny, staring right back at him with his best irritating smile. The silence and distance was agonizing, and Poe opened his mouth to make another snide comment, only to find himself choking on nothing. Ren’s hand twitched in the air as Poe gasped for breath, black spots threatening to cloud his vision. The glove dropped, and Poe wheezed, sucking in air sharply and coughing.

“Stop me.”

Poe wrenched his head up, still hacking. “What? Hk!” His jaw strained as he gasped for breath again, fighting desperately to keep from blacking out as Ren remained across the room, twitching his hand slightly.

“Stop me from suffocating you.”

The shadows around him were closing in, forcing him to focus on the silver of the mask, the last bright thing in the room as he started to collapse. The pressure abruptly stopped, and he gasped meekly, dangling forward in the cuffs. He coughed and spit, desperately sucking all the air he could into his lungs, choking on it. He felt like he’d run 12 parsecs without stopping, all the air sucked from his chest- like it had torn it’s way out, shredding his throat. He continued to gasp and wheeze for a few minutes, spit hanging from his mouth as he continued to inhale.

Ren watched him until his breathing was merely ragged before he moved again, pulling Poe’s head up to look at him. The pilot was still too deprived of oxygen to snark back, or do much more than stare up at him with dazed eyes.

“You can’t use the Force. And yet,” Ren was seething, silently. “Somehow, you continue to evade my attempts to wrench information from that empty head of yours.  Somehow, you were able to memorize a complex route without saving anything to your hyperdrive or ship logs.” Ren gripped his face, forcing his bloodied lips into a sort of smushed pucker. Poe wheezed. “Somehow. You’ve…” He stopped, his mask inches away, close enough that Poe could hear the faintest heavy breathing from the metal filter. He stared blankly, his lungs still screaming for more air after being squeezed so relentlessly. Finally, Ren allowed his head to drop to his chest, and Poe coughed again, spitting blood onto the floor from his wet lip.

“What have the Jedi taught you.”

Ren’s words vibrated through his head as Poe strained to bring his back up against the table again, his wrists white and strained from the cuffs he was hanging from. Slumping against the back, he cast a lazy glance to the shadow in the corner of his vision, not as close as a minute before.

“The Resistance… is coming for you, Ren. And… they won’t stop… until the galaxy is safe…” He rolled his head around, staring into the face of the man who probably would end his life sooner rather than later. “The Jedi… live… again.”

He smiled as Ren brought his hand up again, and as the air retreated from his lungs, the shadows finally consumed him.

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Interrogation Techniques pt. 2

Part One

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: torture, violence, manipulation, non-con smut, dub-con smut, slave poe, degrading language, humiliation

“Wake up, pilot.”

Poe started, jolting forward, but restricted by the heavy cuffs holding him still to that cold, metal table. He shivered. He didn’t remember being able to feel the cold, at least, not this intensely… His eyes trailed to his restraints, and froze there.

The soft leather sleeves of his jacket no longer covered him, leaving him exposed. As he shifted, unable to bring himself to look anywhere else, the pit in his stomach deepened. He was completely naked.

“I hope you’ll forgive my need to undress you while you slept- I would have much rather you been conscious for it.”

Ren’s voice chilled him to his core, and Poe swallowed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes, not when he had been laid out like this. Exposed. Instead, he shut his eyes, letting the dull pounding of his headache consume his thoughts.

“Shy? Don’t worry,” He could hear Ren move closer to him, but kept his eyes shut. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the edge of Ren’s cloak brush up against his bare thighs, his mouth running dry. 

“I thought I might take your words into consideration- rethink my technique, as you put it.” There was the slightest tone of amusement, a sick sort of glee in Ren’s voice as he paced around him. Poe could feel his eyes boring into his skin, taking in every inch of him. He could feel tears of humiliation pricking at the corners of his eyes, and tried to fight them back.

The impact of soft leather into his cheek shocked him, and he let out a startled grunt before his face was wrenched up. Ren pressed his fingers into his jaw painfully, forcing him to look at his own bloodied reflection in the visor of his mask. Poe choked, straining forward in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. A dark chuckle escaped him, and he stared into his own reflection.

“If you were asking where those goods were, I would have been more than happy to show you earlier. Didn’t take you as the type to be so forward.” He grinned despite himself. “But hey, I can’t fault a man for knowing what he wants.”

There was a moment of stillness, Ren’s gloved hand still in a painful vice grip around his jaw as he cocked his head to the side, considering. “Yes.”

Before Poe could utter another smartass comment, Ren’s glove had plunged into his hair, wrenching his head back as he leaned in closer. His chest brushed against Poe’s as he struggled, wincing at the pain as Ren pulled back harder on this thick hair, exposing his neck. “I do know what I want, pilot.” Poe heard a soft hiss, and the click of metal on metal before Ren’s helmet hit the floor with a heavy thunk. He peered at the face of the man he had come to know as a monster, shocked by the appearance of someone his own age. A pale face, with large lips, eyes softer than they should have been, but holding something darker. Something that was fixated on him, pinning him in place. Mesmerizing him.

Ren’s heaving breaths were the only sounds he could hear other than the roar of his own heartbeat as the man leaned closer. He could feel his breath on his exposed neck, the feather-light graze of his other leather-clad glove as he trailed down from his adam’s apple, past his collarbone. Poe’s breath caught and he choked as Ren leaned in closer, resting his head in the crook of his neck to kiss with disturbingly gentle ease. A practiced motion, his hand curled in his hair as his other traced patterns across Poe’s exposed chest, moving dangerously close to his nipples but never quite there. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as Ren’s kisses became a bit rougher, intermixed with bites and the scrape of teeth over his throat, like he might bite down and tear it out at the smallest movement.

“What I want is quite simple, really. A location. One set of coordinates.” Poe’s eyes widened at the unfamiliar voice in his ear, so different from the metallic drone that originated from the mask. A gloved hand stopped, now mere inches from his nipple. His breath hitched despite himself, and he squeezed his eyes shut again. Ren left another feather-light kiss on the shell of his ear, whispering to him now. “Or, I could ask something else of you. Something intimate, precious.”

The gloved hand mercilessly grabbed his chest, twisting his nipple roughly as Ren bit down on the underside of his jaw. Poe shrieked, trying to writhe away from the contact as Ren continued to grope him, his hands moving all over now. A strangled cry wrenched itself from his mouth as Ren dipped lower, taking his abused nipple in his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. The abrupt change of pace shocked him to tears, a heat growing in his core as the touch became gentle again, affectionate. Ren pulled away abruptly, letting Poe see his face completely now as tears ran down his cheeks through the trails of dried blood. He was handsome, certainly, and the look he was under now was almost something like pity. Dark hair framed his face, making it stand out against the darkness of the room, his clothes, everything in his surroundings. Poe panted for breath, wincing at the bruising pain forming along his neck and chest. Ren considered him carefully, his own lips slightly swollen from the contact.

“So, pilot. My offer. The coordinates, or your body. I’m sure it’s not a hard choice. Surely a pretty face isn’t all the best pilot of the resistance is made of, is it?”

His tone was mocking, but the smirk that passed his lips was something else. It was gone before Poe had time to consider it more, breathing heavily as he lay his head back against the cold metal. He wished it had remained cooler, now an uncomfortable heat against his back, threatening to stick to him.

“Alright.” He rasped, tipping his head forward, his chin falling to his chest. Ren’s eyes flashed with something, and his lips parted, but Poe shook his head. “But I don’t think I’m really into the bondage thing, so it might help if we took this somewhere else.”

Ren’s face twisted in rage and he snarled. Poe’s head lurched to the side as Ren’s fist collided with his cheek, sending another gush of blood from his lip. He spit it onto the floor, laughing as Ren surged forward, choking him.

“I’d give myself a thousand times, if it stops you from getting those kids.” He wasn’t sure if his words were even intelligible, but they had the desired effect regardless. Ren snarled again, landing another blow to his face, a second to his gut, knocking the wind out of him. Poe wheezed, and Ren ripped his hair up to face him, watching the blood drip from his lip onto the floor.

“Have it your way, pilot.” 

Poe’s grin vanished as Kylo invaded his mouth with his tongue, his gentle touches from earlier no longer seeking to humiliate him, but violate every inch of his body. He struggled as Ren chewed on his bottom lip, threatening to make it bleed further, gasping for air as he finally broke away, his face still inches from his own.

“I know I can get you to change your mind, pet.”

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Interrogation Techniques pt.1

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants. 

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: torture, violence, manipulation, mention of child death, blood

“Comfortable?”

“Not really.”

Ren paced toward him slowly. They were alone in the holding cell, Poe firmly restrained to the upright table, his wrists and ankles manacled in a grip strong enough that they’d gone numb long ago. Exhaustion would have had him prone, but the one thing the table seemed to be good for now was keeping him upright.

He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, really.

 “I’m impressed.” The mechanical echo of a voice from the mask shook him from his thoughts. Poe swallowed as the dark shadow hovered closer, prowling. Pacing. “No one has been able to get out of you,” His mask was close enough now that Poe could see the way the red lights from the chamber reflected across the steel, casting him in an even more menacing aura. “What you did with the map.” Ren spit the words like they were bile from his lips. Perhaps if he had been less exhausted, Poe might’ve smiled.

Leaning forward, his eyes shone with defiance. “Might wanna rethink your technique.” He could feel the swelling in the right side of his face, a bit of blood still trickling from his lips and forehead. He resisted the urge to turn away, staring up into the mask of the monster.

“How many kids have you killed? Ships have you ordered to be shot down, sending innocent children into space?” Rage boiled in the pit of his stomach, the screams of other pilots last breath over the com links echoing in his mind.

There was a moment of silence between them, neither backing down, until Ren raised a gloved hand. Despite his defiant face, Poe faltered as he felt something creep into the back of his mind. Involuntarily flinching, he inhaled, more of a desperate gasp than a breath as Ren’s influence sunk further into him. It was suffocating. He struggled for breath as Ren remained still. Silent. Perfectly calm as he forced his way into Poe’s head. Through his mind- his thoughts. There was a sudden jolt of pain as his head hit the back of the table, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he struggled. Breathing became laborious and he squeezed his eyes shut, putting the last of his strength into forcing his mind to hold.

“Where is it.”

It wasn’t a question. A command, taking his mind to a place he didn’t want to go. He pulled back, feeling the weight of Ren’s influence tearing at him, trying to force him down that path. Moving his head forward, he stared down the leather glove, into the face of his captor.

“The resistance...will not… be intimidated by you.” Each word came as a forced breath, the most he could throw in the face of the man who wanted so badly to destroy everything he’d ever loved. Everything he stood for. Leia, the Resistance, what his parents had-

He felt the pressure come crashing down on his lungs, forcing another strangled gasp as he was wrenched towards Ren’s hand. The pressure crept up his spine, hitting the back of his neck, tugging at his brain stem, screaming for entry.

“Where. Is it.” Ren’s voice was a low, calm strike of lightning, the thunderclouds of his rage threatening to find purchase. Moving in. Poe let out a pained grunt, his eyebrows furrowing as sweat poured down his face. It was too much. The clouds were moving in, the lightning was hitting him in the back, in the spine, over and over and over and-

He screamed.

Something shattered within him. He felt the corners of his mind collapse in on themselves as every thought, every memory he’d ever had, ripped through him. His lungs didn’t have enough air in them to continue his agonized howling; He saw Leia, passing him the drive with the map, the map, to the temple, a remote planet, a-

Yes. Give it to me.

Poe sobbed. He had been piloting another ship, following that route. In the back of the borrowed frigate, BB-8 was playing with a little girl, hardly old enough to stand- keeping her busy while he navigated. When he got there, she would join the others in the temple, safe, where she was meant to be. She was lucky. In the cockpit, he was slamming his dashboard, screaming as the com to Green Leader cut out, an empty static where there should have been one of his pilots. Another one of his pilots. Another. Another one, gone.

No. Where is the map.

The map. The new hope, the opposing spark of light against the rising tide of the First Order. He ran the route a few times in his ship, learning the ins and outs before he undertook his first mission. Poe inserted the drive into his X-wing’s port, looking at the blue hologram before him; the route would take him through the Abrigado system-

Yes, and the Abrigado system, and then-’

The little girl came into the cockpit. 

It wasn’t how he remembered this. He stopped crying abruptly, confused. 

This wasn’t how it had happened, was it? 

No, they’d been caught in a tractor beam after the signal from Green Leader had cut out. He’d had to watch as the storm troopers surrounded his ship, forcing the landing bay open. There was a blaster shot, and she’d suddenly gone quiet-

But no, she was here now, wasn’t she? With him, in the cockpit?

She was a tiny thing, hardly tall enough to crawl up onto the seat beside him. He watched her with stunned fascination as she smiled at him, her wide eyes aglow with the lights from the dashboard, filled with stars from the void of space beyond the windshield. 

“This… this isn’t real. You’re not real,” He ran a hand through his hair, incredulously chuckling as he stared out into space. The static from the coms was gone, the only sound the soft inhales from the child as she caught her breath, plopping down in the co-pilot’s chair.

She ignored him, reaching forward, and pulling at one of the thruster levers. He swatted her hand away gently. “Hey hey, don’t touch that, you’ll send us halfway across the galaxy kid.”

She giggled, and turned to him, kicking her feet as they hung in the air. BB-8 rolled into the cockpit, but Poe waved him off as he began to scold the child. She giggled again, turning to his droid and making beeps at him, mimicking his speech. Poe laughed in spite of himself. A sense of calm washed over him, and she caught his eye again, and smiled.

“Ev….everything’s going to be okay,” He breathed. “They know where I am.”

She nodded, and he snapped back into the cell, back onto the table.

“NO!” Poe screamed, louder than he’d ever screamed before. “I WON’T!” He felt the press of the restraints against his wrists as he fought. Distantly, he heard Ren roar as he was thrown out of his mind, collapsing against the far wall of the holding cell, clutching his helmet. The world faded away as he slowly lost consciousness, that fleeting sense of calm lulling him into sleep.