**WARNING: Explicit content. Violence. Smut. **
Knights of Ren/Kylo Ren X Reader
Y/N is a waitress at a shady cantina on Corellia. She's perfectly able to take care of herself, but strange things happen around her when she's upset or angry. She has...
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An alarm pulls you out your sleep, and before you even open your eyes, the world spins around you. Your head pounds and throbs, and your stomach twists. The alarm gets turned off, and a warm body rolls over against your back.
You groan. Ugh, I don't usually go home with anyone from the Cantina. You try to think back, wondering who's bed you're in. It's way too comfortable to be your own, that much is obvious. When you think back to work, a pair of black masks swim behind your eyes, the memory of them slamming your face into a table.
Then all the other memories come rushing back in, making you more dizzy, your heart picking up speed.
I'm a Knight of Ren! And I got to choose my own name last ni- "Uuuuggghhhhh noooooooo."
You grip your head. Ducky?! What the fuck is wrong with me?!
There's a warm mouth on your shoulder, which is still clothed. "Mmmmm. Did we fuck?"
Vicrul.
Your answer is cold and clipped. "No."
You remember everything. Too well.
He sighs, rolling off you. "You'll give into your desires eventually. You can't hold out forever."
"Shut the fuck up, Vicrul."
He runs a finger from your hip down your thigh. "Whatever you say...Ducky."
He tries to hold back a laugh- barely. You groan, rolling out of bed and immediately dropping to your knees around the toilet in his small refresher. You heave the entire content of your stomach into the toilet, unashamed that there's another person ten feet away. When you're finished, you splash cold water on your face, gurgling some to get rid of the bile in your mouth. You look up at yourself in the mirror, hair tousled, eyes unfocused, skin sallow.
Vicrul's tired face appears in the mirror behind you, and you feel his warm hand on your back over your shirt.
"There's meds in the kitchen. Give me minute, I'll show you."
You slouch on his bed, trying not to listen to him piss. You follow down the hallway on unstable feet, coming out into the kitchen. Then groan again. Ushar is standing in the kitchen, his muscular chest bare, eating some kind of fruit and an entire loaf of bread. He gives you an amused look.
"Morning, Recru- I mean, Ducky."
Your head falls into your hands. "No." you groan.
"Here." Vicrul puts a pill in your hand and sets a water in front of you.
You notice Ushar glance down at your legs.
"Looks like someone had a fun first night."
Vicrul pushes against Ushar's shoulder, knocking him off balance a little. "We didn't. Don't make assumptions."
