starwarskinkmeme | Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
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Kylo Ren violates Poe while on a video call with the resistance leaders. Though they're all "we don't negotiate with terrorists," Kylo Ren says he'll kill Poe if they end the call, so they're forced to keep watching.

I'm going to hell for how hard I'm seconding this.

[I'M SO SORRY LET'S BURN IN HELL TOGETHER]

[Major TWs for noncon, rape, etc etc. Dead dove; do not eat]

“We will not yield to intimidation.”

All of the resistance is watching, but it is only one man who speaks. Major Ematt stands tall, gathering his courage in the face of the unspeakable. His beard has gone white; he's witnessed the horrors of the Empire, the death and destruction on such a scale it almost cannot be imagined. He grieved as whole planets fell under the fists of tyrants, watched, helpless, as countless lives were turned to ash. But it's the image before him, the feed on the video screen, which makes his blood run cold.

“You will not yield…” On the screen, the black-robed figure tilts his masked face, a mocking nod of his head. “Oh, I know full well the… unbreakable spirit of your foolish band of rebels. In fact, I'm counting on it. “

The Stormtroopers drag out a body. Bare pink flesh, riddled with stripes of red blood, torn pilot’s-orange dragging behind its legs. The body is limp, the head wagging as they haul him forward, and for a moment they fear the worst—one of their own has been slain, and his desecrated body is meant to be a public display for all the galaxy to see. Ematt does not gasp, but many behind him do. When the black-robed figure threads his gloved hand through the man’s dark hair and pulls, the noises turn to muffled cries.

Poe. Poe Dameron—his grin is gone, just a smear of blood across his bruised face. He’s alive, though it’s beyond Ematt to know how. Bruises on his chest hint at numerous broken ribs below. A cut on his scalp opens and bleeds anew as the hand tightens in his hair. The stubble on his cheeks would tell how many days he's endured his captivity, even of the wounds don't. And they do, oh how they do.

The Stormtroopers drop him onto the ground, and even still Poe struggles to crawl, palms flat on the floor, broken fingers crooked and useless. Still, he fights.

Kylo Ren stands casually beside his captive, and doesn't even bother to look down as he addresses the resistance feed.

“This, I believe, is one of yours, yes?” Kylo Ren plants his boot square in the middle of Dameron’s back, and the man cries out beneath it. “A pilot. One of your best, I was led to believe.”

“You know he is.” Ematt’s voice is full of disgust, horror. Unspoken between them is the reason why Kylo Ren keeps his masks on—the name as well as the face.

In another lifetime, this creature, this... thing... was Ben. A little dark-haired boy who followed the pilots around, asked a thousand questions, tried on their helmets. Flew model A-wings through the air. But Ematt dared not say such a thing. Instead, he straightens his spine, and says nothing.

“I want you to watch this.” The boot presses down, and Dameron cries out again, head tilted to the side, cheek to the cold floor. “I want you to see… to understand, to endure. If you look away, and end this transmission, I will kill him. He’s no good to either of us dead, now, is he?”

“I’m not afraid…” The man on the ground is yelling, his voice surprisingly strong. “I'm not—”

His voice screams to a halt. Growing exasperated, Kylo Ren has pressed once more on Dameron’s back. He then removes his boot, gesturing to the Stormtroopers. They come around, hauling Poe up by the arms; another pair brings a sleek metal chairlike stand around before them. Together, the troopers arrange Poe atop it, not seated, but draped. Bent over, bared as he is, the intent of their display suddenly sharpens into terrifying clarity.

Silence fills the room. The click of the restraints at his wrists and ankles was deafening. A few watching raise their hands to cover their mouths.

But none of them look away.

Perhaps he intends it to be a grand gesture. Instead, as he fumbles with the closure on his trousers Kylo Ren looks hunched and ashamed. As if Poe Dameron is the victor, and he, the conquered one.

Then his stance shifts, and he runs a gloved hand down Dameron’s spine, a parody of a gentle touch, a lover’s touch. The other hand, none watching can see. But they know what’s coming. Kylo Ren moves, and Poe’s face, angled up towards the cameras—unable to look down or turn away—betrays what those watching can only imagine.

He cries out.

The sound is ripped from Dameron’s throat like a talon, rending flesh. His whole body jerks, muscles tense and struggling, neck corded. The Stormtroopers stand, not reactive, not even responding to the assault happening beside them, before them—but Ren moves, and the camera picks up his guttural grunts.

There is no wet slap, no slide; Ren pushes in roughly, and now none can look away from the restrained man’s face. Poe stares forward, wild-eyed, unconquered. His mouth hangs open, a line of blood trailing from a cut in his lip, but his eyes are still alive.

“I'm not afraid of you…”

Does he say the words, or is his voice too raw to make a sound? Either way, all of the resistance hears him, echoing in their hearts. He can survive. He must survive. There is no other option.

Kylo Ren seems to take forever to fuck him. His pace increases only slightly, and the frame rattles and shakes with each thrust. Poe grimaces, clenches his hands, but the agony is evident in his face. Ren thrusts harder, angrily, as if the silence offends him—and then, Poe does scream.

Again and again. Merciless, punishing. The few Force-sensitives in the room reach out with their tentative senses, searching for him, aching to give him some respite. Poe does not look away, but remains fixed in position, mouth open, eyes wide, until at last, Ren’s pace stutters, and the torture subsides.

Kylo Ren withdraws. Tucks himself back away in his trousers, shielded, half turned away. Poe’s mouth works, soundlessly; his throat is not the only raw spot on his body, now. It’s a wonder the man’s still conscious, after what’s just happened. Ren gestures to the Stormtroopers, and they unlatch the restraints. But they don’t carry him away. They just leave him there, struggling to move, struggling to run.

His chest rising and falling, Ren looks down at his prisoner, and then faces the feed. “Your devotion to your cause is… admirable.”

Then, the feed cuts out.

A noise fills the air of the resistance’s hall, all those amassed exhaling, crying, making noises of unspeakable grief. But Ematt says nothing. Poe is still alive, he thinks. He survived, and so can we. Until we get him back.

And we will get him back.

Poe's unshattered spirit is really well portrayed here; thanks for not letting him lose himself, well done anon.

Yessss we're all on this trash train together XD

Choo choo all aboard

God, I've read this several times now and I've enjoyed it in the best/darkest possible way every time. You really capture Poe's spirit, and the way you describe everyone being forced to watch is just so perfectly delicious. Thank you so much for filling this!

Arrrgh this is hard to read, but so good.

Ungh that was great. I cringed reading that in the best way.

Just wanted to let you know this is perfect. <3

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