**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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The energy in the Buzzard is a little chaotic. On one hand, the guys are ready and excited to wreak havoc on some unsuspecting glacier colony. On the other hand, they were just watching you writhe in pleasure around the gym less than an hour ago. The result is an overwhelming mixture of power and aggression. The trip is short, so you all sit in your helmets, weapons slung over shoulders.
Master doesn't sit. He paces the room aggressively, grumbling under his breath. You aren't sure exactly what's going on, but you know it's bad for the First Order, and in turn, your master. Apparently, someone is giving top secret information to a resistance supporter on this glacier colony. Your body is a little tired from the last few days, but your mind buzzes as your eyes follow your master back and forth.
You want to reach out and touch him. Grab his arm and make him sit, get his aggressive stress out some other way than him clenching his hands in and out of fists and stalking up and down the ship. You think about what he said to you as he was pounding you into the padded floor. His answers were barely coherent, but you didn't expect much more out of him.
He seems to not like the scavenger- said she was trying to change him. You wonder what she looks like. In your jealous mind, you picture a beautiful, innocent looking woman- no scars, no stress, no flaws. But you know that's unrealistic. You don't even have any evidence that he feels anything for her apart from annoyance.
He said something about an old man...a monster. With a navy. Someone in the resistance? You don't think so, they seem low on resources. Your mind goes to a different old man- a lone voice, monstrous and scratchy. You wonder what triggers that voice to call out in your brain, and you let your mind replay the interaction with it in Master's library, remembering the blue lightning most clearly.
You're sure there must be a reasonable answer. Something that explains all the strangeness around you. Master's treatment of you, the way the knights sometimes talk about him, the problems with the First Order. Could they all be connected? Your mind says no, but the dark shadow in your soul says otherwise.
You don't focus on that long, because you remember the rest of what he said in the gym. You. He called you beautiful. Strong. And happy. The way he said 'you' makes you shiver, even now. You're positive what he meant. You stress him out. Because you have an unintended effect on him. Is it because you were able to give him joy? You knew it was a bad idea to do that while he had his cock buried in you. But it felt incredible- unreal.
The ship lands while you're still lost in thought. You jump to your feet a little late, twirling your bladed bat and working to align your energy with the others, pulling from your reserves of aggression and power. You weren't given instructions, so you latch your attention onto Vicrul by default. Master's powerful form stands in front of the six of you, waiting for Kuruk to descend the ramp from the cockpit.
A blast of cold air filters into the ship as the ramp descends. Master struts down the short ramp, the rest of you stomping in tow. Everything around you is a strange combination of industrial metal and ice. Like this place was built long ago and has been covered in layer after layer of ice and snow. You would be freezing without your protective armor.
