;poe

[hatejakku]

Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

Comments

FO Sexual Torture AU

[hatejakku]

Slip was dead and they had captured the best pilot in the Resistance. There were few avenues left that FN-2187 was willing to take. Hopefully, they both die before getting captured again. Maybe, they'll both get free.

It was worth it.

He opened the torture chamber, standing straight and expecting one of his peers on guard duty. There was no one, though, the room empty save for the half-conscious pilot. He looked rough but alive. Even if he wasn't fit to fly, Finn would still probably trust him with this. If nothing else, they could figure it out.

He closed and locked the doors behind him and quickly moved closer to remove the bindings with a press of a button.

[flightforfreedom]

Poe had passed out, bound to the chair and unable to move, but completely overwhelmed with everything that happened. As soon as his brain registered footsteps approaching, he snapped awake. His breathing was hard - too hard, even for the state he was in - and his gaze when it met Finn’s was dark and defiant and... something else. Something heavy, longing.

“You here to take your turn, too?” He asked, his voice grinding out as if from gravel. His heart was pounding, his trousers already straining, the drugs working in his system even while he was unconscious, leaving a dark spot in the fabric from where he was near constantly leaking.

There were more restraints on him than could be seen over his clothes.

[hatejakku]

2187 honestly didn't notice the situation the other man was in, too preoccupied with his panic. The pilot looked injured and he wasn't moving very much. Could be defiance, sure, but could be pain. Maybe he couldn't move. That would put a wrench in this whole thing.

He glanced back to the door to make sure it was locked before removing his helmet. "This is a rescue. Can you fly a TIE Fighter?"

[flightforfreedom]

"I can fly anything," He said, his gaze still dark and his breath still coming too fast. Rescue. Rescue.

He should want it. He should want it more than anything. So why was it that all he wanted to demand was for this trooper to finally just give him what he needed and fuck him until he came?

What if it was just a trick, to get his hopes up - to get him eager - before the trooper took his pleasure?

He was still a prisoner. And that prison was in his mind.

"But not like this," He added after a second. "I can fly it, but I-- I need the drugs out of my system--"

[hatejakku]

"Drugs?" They drugged him? Of course, they drugged him. Probably to- Oh.

2187 finally realized what exactly those drugs were doing, his eyes landing on the bulge in the pilot's pants. Right. He'd heard about this sort of thing before. Luckily, he's never gotten to experience it for himself.

"Do you know how to do that? In a way that's really quick, I mean." He could probably sneak away to an infirmary and come back with an antidote, but that would require a hell of a lot more risks. He might never see the pilot again if he left this room alone.

There was one way he'd heard about... but that was probably locker room talk and wishful thinking for someone so desperate to fuck among the troops. He wasn't sure if it would really work.

While he worried about that, he reached out to the pilot to try and help him out of this horrible chair/table/thing.