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Punishment (Part 3)

⚠️warnings: sexual content, slight violence, slapping, degrading, name calling, etc. ⚠️

Time dragged. It felt almost as if the clock had stopped entirely. You dozed in and out of sleep, jolting back awake when your dreams were plagued with visions of Kylos fingers, his mouth, his cock. Your arms ached from the ropes still biting into your wrists, your thighs trembled from staying spread the way he left you, and the slick heat between your legs refused to fade. Every second felt like a cruel eternity waiting for his return.

When the door hissed open, your body jolted like it had been shocked. Instantly you straightened yourself for him, wanting his eyes to go straight to where you sat. Kylo’s silhouette filled the framed, his large build intimidating as he made his way into the room. His helmet was off and his eyes zeroed in on you immediately. You were exactly where he left you.

Dripping. Silent. Waiting.

A dark smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he approached, slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on a wounded animal. A smirk creeped its way across his face, and a chuckle escaped his chest.

“Look at you,” he muttered, eyes sweeping down your body. “You’ve been so patient. So obedient.”

The praise was sweet poison. It made your pulse quicken, but you knew better than to reply. Not without permission. You stared up at him, doe eyes wide and eager, hoping more than anything he was ready to release you.

He crouched in front of you, large gloved hands sliding up your bare thighs. His grip was firm, claiming, but not hurried. He was savoring your desperation. He liked to see you this way, tied up and completely at his will, longing for his touching, craving him in every way.

“I can see how much you want me, pretty girl. You’ve made such a mess for me.” His fingers ghosted over your soaked folds, barely touching, just enough to make you whimper softly. Fear hit you as the noise escaped, hoping he wouldn’t punish you more, knowing how long you’d been sitting there, tortured by the thought of him every second he was away.

He leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. “Do you think you’ve earned a reward?” You nodded frantically, breath hitching. You had surly earned it and more, you had been obedient, willing, happy to comply to his every demand.

His grip on your thigh tightened, just enough to make you want to pull away. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Kylo. Please, I’ll do anything. I need you. I need you to fuck me, to own me. Please.” The words tumbled out, desperate and raw, your voice trembling with the need you had tried so hard to suppress. You couldn’t anymore, it was too much. Kylo hummed in approval. His hand slid up, cupping your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Good girl.” Those two words nearly unraveled you. “I’m going to untie you now,” he said, reaching behind you to undo the knots. The ropes loosened slowly, deliberately, every tug making you more and more anxious. “But if you move without my say, we start over. Understood, pet?” You didn’t need to be told twice. You nodded quickly. “Yes, Supreme Leader,” you whispered. With that the ropes fell away.

Your arms slumped forward ever so slightly, careful not to change positions. They were aching and sore, but before you could adjust too much Kylo’s hand was in your hair, dragging you forward onto your knees.

“You’ve been dripping all over my floor like a needy little whore,” he growled, towering over you. He pressed you towards the ground, like one would do to a dog that had made a mess inside. Scolding and mean. “Clean it up.” You didn’t hesitate. You lowered yourself, tongue out, licking up the evidence of your own arousal off the cold floor while his hand gripped the back of your head, pressing you down, making sure you got every last drop.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

Once satisfied, he pulled you back by, forcing you to look up at him. The way you looked could have made him cum right there. Your face was red with embarrassment and lust, your lips were glossy with spit and arousal, your eyes were big and rounded, waiting for his word. Whatever he said you would do, he knew that, and he reveled in it. The bulge straining against his pants was painfully obvious now.

“You’ve earned your reward. But I’m not going to be gentle. You can take it, can’t you?”

“Yes, Kylo. Please.”

The belt unbuckled with a sharp snap. He freed himself, hard and heavy, and without warning, he shoved the head of his cock against your lips. “Open your mouth.” He commanded. You obeyed instantly, mouth stretching to accommodate his size as he slid in with a heavenly groan. His grip in your hair tightened, controlling your pace as he used your mouth for his own pleasure, setting a brutal rhythm that had your throat burning, tears streaming down your cheeks. He loved to see you that way. And you loved to be his perfect obedient girl.

You were his.

When he pulled out, a string of saliva connecting you, he gave you a brief moment to catch your breath before flipping you onto your back, dragging you to the edge of the bed like you weighed nothing. A hard slap came down against your ass cheek, making you jump and whimper. “Spread,” he ordered, watching intently as your legs fell open without hesitation. Your body trembled with anticipation as he lined himself up, rubbing the thick head of his cock through your slick folds. You pushed back as much as you could, trying hard to get some friction, anything to fix the ache that was driving you insane.

“This is mine,” he hissed, grabbing your hair once again and wrenching your head back to force you to look at him. He kissed you hard, moving his hips just enough to give you the tiniest bit of pleasure. You nodded into the kiss, agreeing with his words. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.” He growled, his free hand shooting to wrap its way around your neck with bruising force.

“It’s yours. It’s all yours.” You sputtered out, struggling a bit with the lack of airflow to your lungs. “And no one else will ever fucking touch you.” Those words made a new bout of wetness rush between your legs and onto his length.

“Fucking say it.” He barked, his face only inches from your own, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. “No one else will ever touch what’s yours. Only you. My body is only for you.” With that he thrust into you in one brutal stroke.

You choked on a cry, the stretch deliciously painful, the fullness making your head spin. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he rarely did, setting a punishing pace, hips slamming into yours as he pinned you to the bed. His other hand found your clit, his thumb circling mercilessly as he fucked you into the mattress with brute force.

“You’ll cum when I say. Not before.” You nodded desperately, body teetering on the edge as his cock made its way in and out, his thumb relentless against your most sensitive spot, the contact making your legs shake, struggling to hold you up.

“I want you to look at me when you cum,” he growled. “I want to see my good girl breaking just for me.” You did as you were told. Turning your head you held his gaze, eyes glassy with tears, lips bitten raw, cheeks red, body shaking as you fought for control.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” Your body convulsed, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as your climax crashed through you, muscles clenching around him as he fucked you through it, never letting up from his pounding pace. Kylo’s groan was feral as he followed, his hips slamming deep as he filled you to the brim, his teeth gritted in pleasure.

He didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, hand still wrapped possessively around your throat. “You’re mine,” he growled, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear. “All of this is mine.” You nodded into agreement. “Yes, Supreme Leader,” you breathed, blissed out and trembling beneath him. Satisfied, he pulled out, standing over you as he fixed his pants.

He leaned down, kissing you deeply, your face in his hands your cheeks between his fingers has he guided your mouth against his own. “You did well for me, pet. But next time, you’ll be better. You’ll be perfect. Understood?” He used his grip on your face to force you to nod before kissing you hard once more and stalking off.

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Punishment (Part 2)

⚠️warnings: sexual content, slight violence, slapping, degrading, name calling, etc. ⚠️

Just as you were beginning to drift off into the sweet abyss of sleep, the sound of Kylos heavy boots entering the room brought you back to reality. Finally he was back, the ropes he had tied around your arms digging viciously into the skin beneath them, every movement making the ache worse. You perked up, sitting up straight and pretty to get your masters attention in hopes that he’d untie you.

He walked around the room, removing clothing, rearranging things, sitting on the bed, completely ignoring your presence. You whimpered in annoyance, yanking at your arms. You hated this, you wanted free, and you knew he knew it too. Kylo sighed, a sound of disappointment escaping him as he slowly made his way around the bed. He squatted, his form hovering over you as his eyes searched your body. “What am I going to do with you, pet?” He asked, his hand finding your face, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Have you learned your lesson?” He questioned, an almost amused look taking over his features. You quickly nodded, leaning foward to get closer to him, hoping he’d take pity on you and give in. He had other plans. He leaned down, placing a kiss over the piece of tape that held your mouth closed. “Mm, no. I don’t think you have.”

The man stood, moving behind you. He untied the knot that kept you against the frame, leaving your arms bound together behind my back but free from the post. He pulled you up onto the bed, guiding you until you were leaned against the headboard, legs spread wide. “You’re so pathetic. Look how wet your little pussy is from waiting for me to come back. I bet you were thinking about me touching you the entire time.” You nodded once again, unwilling to lie to the supreme leader. You had been thinking about him, about him stuffing his fingers into your mouth while he pounded you with the full length of his cock, about how rough he’d be, taking out his annoyance with you on your cunt. “Needy little thing.” You could tell by his tone that he was mocking you but you didn’t quite care at the moment.

He stalked his way around the bed, teasing you cruel as you awaited his touch. You wanted more than anything for him to take pity on you, to just give you what it was you so desperately wanted, but you knew kylo. He was not the kind of man to give into the demands of a brat, which is what he deemed you to be at the moment. “I think you need a bit more of a lesson. After all I can’t have an untrained whore walking around my ship causing chaos now can I?“ you quickly shook your head, knowing that the more you cooperated the easier this would be.

A hard slap came down against your bare pussy, the sting of the hit making you whimper and jerk. You hated that his action were causing wetness to pool between your legs, but any touch from the supreme leader always had you dripping with anticipation. “I’m not sure if this pussy even deserves to be touched after the way you’ve behaved.” Kylo hissed, landing another hard slap on your sensitive core. This time you managed to keep quiet, only flinching slightly as your eyes followed his movements.

“What do you think, pet? Should I forgive you? Can you prove yourself to be the good girl I know you’re capable of being? Or do you need a few more hours to think about your actions?” He knew you couldn’t reply, but he enjoyed watching you struggle to communicate with him through the tape, chuckling meanly as you whimpered once again, shaking your head violently. You were so frustrated you wanted to scream, tears prickled the corners of your eyes.

Kylo tutted as he made his way closer, he loved to torture you but he always knew when you’d had enough. He reached forward, pulling the tape from your face and releasing you from your silent hold. “Please, please. I’ll be a good girl from now on. I promise. I’ve been a horrible girl, I deserved my punishment, thank you for being such a gracious master. I wish nothing more than to please you.” The words spilled from your mouth as soon as they were able. A smirk pulled its way across Kylos lips as he watched you grovel.

He knew you were a good girl, his good girl. He had no doubts about that. But he wanted you to learn your place. “Calm yourself, pet.” He warned, catching your face in his hard grip, squeezing until your lips puckered from the force to stop your words from coming anymore. “Good girls don’t speak without permission.” He scolded, giving your heat another hard slap making you bite harshly into your bottom lip. You internally screamed at yourself for your mistake, of course, how could you be so careless? Especially when you were already in so much trouble. You hoped he just let that one go but you knew better than that.

“Until you’ve showed me you capable of obedience, you will be silent. You won’t make any noise, not even a moan. Am I understood pet?” He lifted his eyebrows in wait of your response, which came as a nod. Kylos hand met your neck before it slowly moved down, his fingers traced your jaw, your cheek, down to your chest, then it moved to your torso before settling just above where you really wanted it. Your hips jerked eagerly, practically begging him to touch you. His eyes met yours as his fingers dipped lower, two pressing gently between your folds.

Silence, just as he has demanded, although you longed to moan in pleasure for how good he was making you feel. He pushed his way inside, his long fingers making your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure pulsing through you an intoxicating feeling. The only sounds that filled the room where your labored breathing and the sound of kylo leaving slow deliberate kisses up your inner thigh. “Be good for me and I will untied you.” You could do that, you could be his good girl, and you would be.

You bit harshly into the skin of your bottom lip as he pushed his digits into you, pumping them in and out so slowly it made you want to scream in desperation for more, but you wouldn’t succumb to his torture. “I thought about you while I was away, I couldn’t get the thought of tasting you out of my head.” He spoke, his tone low, almost threatening. You didn’t know if you could be silent with his mouth on you. He placed a kiss on your mound, the action making your breath hitch in your throat.

He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he loved it. He pulsed at the thought of you not being able to hold in your moans from how much pleasure he was giving you. His eyes stayed locked on you, looking up at you from between your legs as his mouth hovered over your core, so close you could feel his breath. Before you could prepare yourself his mouth attacked your sensitive center, lapping up all the evidence of how much you had longed for him while he was gone.

Your breathing grew heavy, panting like a dog was the only thing you could do to keep yourself quiet as his tongue explored every inch of you. “You taste so fucking good. All this is just for me, pretty girl?” He questioned, his mouth glistening with the wetness that had gathered during his absence. You nodding, knowing it was the only way you could communicate. His mouth latch onto you, the feeling of his tongue moving rapidly against you making you want to explode. You urged yourself not to cum, to be silent, to be obedient. But it was so hard.

“You’re being such a good girl. This is exactly what I like to see. My obedient girl.” He purred lowly against you, his tongue tracing another slow stripe up your soaked clit before his lips sealed around your cunt, sucking hard enough to make your thighs tremble in pleasure. You bit into your bottom lip so hard you could taste blood, your fingers curling into fists behind your back, straining against the ropes as you fought to stay silent. The knot in your belly was tightening, dangerously close to snapping, but his words were louder than the fire in your veins.

“Good girls don’t make noise.”

Kylo’s hands gripped your hips, holding you down as your body writhed beneath his mouth. He knew you were fighting it. He could feel every jerk, every tiny whimper you were swallowing back. And he loved it. “Look at you,” he sneered, lifting his head away from your core. His mouth wet with your arousal, his lips curved into a cruel, knowing smirk. “Shaking like a needy little whore, but you’re not making a sound. I’m impressed, pet.”

You gasped quietly, your chest heaving as you stared down at him with wide, pleading eyes. You needed more. You needed to cum. You needed him to give you that final push. But Kylo Ren was nothing if not ruthless. His fingers withdrew from your heat, agonizingly slow, pulling free with a wet, obscene sound. You whined through gritted teeth, your hips chasing after him, but his grip on your thigh kept you exactly where he wanted.

“No” he scolded with a harsh slap to your thigh. Sitting back on his heels as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did I say you were allowed to cum?” You shook your head frantically, frustration building behind your eyes.“That’s right,” he murmured, leaning in close so his lips brushed your ear. “Good girls don’t take what isn’t given to them. Do they, pet?”

His hand found your throat, fingers curling just enough to remind you of his strength. Just a promise of what he could do. “You want me to untie you?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin. “You want me to fuck you?” You nodded, chest rising and falling with desperate, shallow breaths. Kylo hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his grip on your neck.“Then you’ll wait. You’ll sit there in my ropes, dripping and desperate, until I decide you’ve earned it.” A whimper escaped you before you could catch it. Kylo’s hand tightened around your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to warn.

“I said silent,” he growled. “You’re not as trained as I thought. Maybe I need to leave you like this a while longer.” You shook your head wildly, tears pricking your eyes as the ache between your thighs turned into an unbearable throb. You wanted to plead, but the warning in his gaze silenced you. He leaned back, his fingers trailing down your throat, across your chest, down your belly, until they hovered just above your core again.

“So pathetic,” he sneered. “But pretty. My pretty, pathetic little thing.” He dipped his fingers into you again, just for a moment, before pulling away and sucking them clean, deliberately slow.

“I’ll decide when you deserve to cum. Until then, sit there, and be grateful I even touched you.” He stood, towering over you, adjusting his gloves as if none of this had affected him in the slightest. But the bulge in his pants betrayed him.“I’ll be back,” he said casually, stepping away from the bed. “When I do, I expect you to still be sitting pretty. Silent.”

He turned, striding towards the door, leaving you panting, trembling, and completely unsatisfied. Because that’s how Kylo Ren taught lessons. And you were going to learn, the hard way.

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The Emperor and I Masterlist

Mood-board

1. Betrothed

2. Dressing

3. Contact

4. Vows

5. Quarters

6. Touch ⚠️

7. Angel ⚠️

8. Duties

9. Death

10. Numb

11. Gorgodon

12. Unified ⚠️

13. Requests

14. Treachery

15. Punishment

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Gear Bunny

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Gear Bunny

(Trudgen of the Knights of Ren fanfiction)

Chapter 3

The next morning the girl found herself once again making her way into the belly of the beast that was the night buzzard. She was bright eyed and bushy tailed, but nervousness still plagued her like a sickness.

Her boots squeaked against the black flooring beneath them, her oversized coveralls were clean and hung off of her awkwardly as always, but today her tool belt was cinched a bit tighter, determination pulsed through her body. She wouldn't be make a fool of herself. Not again.

The request for repair had come from her father again, he seemed quite pleased that she had been called upon by name, for the 2nd time now. He assumed all of his hard work had finally paid off and his daughter was now the well trained mechanic he had always wished her to be. He was wrong.

Today's issue, another minor system quirk in the auxiliary panel near the cargo hold. Nothing urgent, nothing complicated. It was the kind of issue a more seasoned mechanic could have fixed in 15 minutes flat, meaning it would likely take her an hour.

She ducked her way beneath a low hanging beam, trying her best not to smack her head. She was a bad enough mechanic as it was, a concussion would surly do her in. As she squeezed her way into the control room she was surprised to find him already there, leaned against the wall like a sentry carved from stone. Trudgen.

The massive intimidating man didn't say a word to her, just gave her a once over, an action which made the girl blush with excitement, before nodding toward the open panel like he had been waiting for her to come. She gave the man a toothy smile and dipped her head, murmuring a quiet "good morning" before getting to work.

Not even ten minutes into her work, she was stuck.

She stared at the wiring diagram on her data pad with knitted eyebrows, and then back at the junction box in front of her, frustration radiating off of her making it obvious she didn't know what to do next. Her lips pressed together in a tight line as she leaned in, her finger hovering unsurely. There were two conduits with nearly identical casings, and she didn't want to risk pulling the wrong one.

"You're hesitating" Trudgen pointed out matter-a-factly from behind her. His voice was low and even, but not unkind. She flinched anyways. "I just don't want to mess it up." She admitted in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment at the fact that she had to admit that out loud.

"Red to gray. Then pulse the relay. You'll feel the click."

She hesitated, almost as if she didn't know whether to believe him or not. She looked back at him and he gave her a reassuring nod. Sighing she turned back to the panel and began. She followed his instructions carefully, repeating his words in her head over and over. After a moment of tinkering, the relay did in fact click.

"Okay-" she breathed a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. "Okay, I think I-"

Before she could finish he chimed in once again. "Now rotate the housing. Counterclockwise."

"Ooh, ya. Right. I knew that" she didn't.

She scrambled to grab the right tools and started to turn it. Silence fell over the room, the only noise to be heard the quiet hum of the panel and the soft scraping of her wrench. She glanced nervously over her should at him. He hadn’t moved, he was standing there, arms crossed, his presence looming as he waited.

"I'm sorry," she cringed. "That you have to tell me everything. I know it's probably annoying." The man didn't say anything for a moment.

"I didn't say that."

Her head snapped back around in his direction, his answer throwing her off more than she had expected. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Trudgen almost wanted to laugh but remained stone faced. He was watching her with an unreadable expression his arms crossed tightly across his wide chest.

"You're only learning" he added simply.

She blinked hard, confused as to whether the comment had been made out of encouragement or not. Either way it made a warmth flicker in her chest. She turned back to the panel, and when she gave the final bolt one last tug, the light went from yellow to green.

She stared at it hard, as if she couldn't believe she had actually fixed it. "Oh... I-I think it did it."

Trudgen didn't move. "You think?" He asked, almost as if he wanted her to say it again, to say it like she was sure. She cleared her throat and straightened herself. "Yes. It's fixed. I fixed it." She said a bit more confidently.

A moment passed and then she heard him approaching. Heavy boots thudding against the floor as the large man approached. She thought for a moment he was coming to inspect her work, maybe double check that she had actually completed the task, but instead he pointed to a smaller panel along the wall further into the ship.

"Do that one next."

"Uh, sure. What's wrong with it?" She questioned.

"Nothing." He replied. "Just go."

Confused, she moved along the wall, kneeling next to the new panel, but this time he crouched next to her, his massive form casting a shadow over her. He leaned in, unscrewing the bolts of the metal slowly, precisely. "How am I going to fix it if it isn't broken?" She questioned, seemingly confused as to why she hadn't already been dismissed.

Trudgen stared at her for a moment before reaching forward and grabbing a handful of wires inside the panel, yanking hard until most of them disconnected. The girls eyes widened in shock and her mouth hung open wide.

"What in the galaxy are you-"

"Now we fix it." He said simply.

The next hour he spent explaining each wire, each node, every piece of the panel and instructing her carefully on how to fix what he had so effortlessly broken. She slowly realized it wasn't about the repair. It was about showing her. Teaching her. He handed her the tool to put the panel back into place once they had finished.

Standing she tucked a stray piece of hair that had fallen from her braids behind her ear, nervously shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot. "You... you want me to come back tomorrow?" She asked, secretly hopefully that he would say yes.

"I didn't say that" he said once again.

The girls smile faltered, embarrassment flushing the color from her face entirely. "Oh." Was the only thing she could manage to say.

He stared at her for a long moment before turning away to exit the ship. "I'll see you in the morning." Was all he said as he disappeared out of her view.

Her face lit up with an emotion she didn't know how to describe, an emotion she didn't want to allow herself to feel. Excitement. She squealed under her breath as she hurried to grab all her tools, hooking them back into place on her belt. The knight, who has stopped just out of sight, heard the girls noises, the quiet celebration making a small smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

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Master list is currently under construction so if it looks chaotic on my page I apologize!

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Corruption Masterlist

KoR ⚠️smut ⚠️fanfiction

Mood board

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

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Gear Bunny

(Trudgen of the Knights of Ren fanfiction)

Chapter 2

The second time the girl showed up to work on the ship, she was humming. She was nervous, and fidgeting with her tools, but humming. The same oversized wrench she sported last time bounced at her hip, smacking against her thigh with every step she took.

Her braids were loose, almost messy. Her boots were untied, and her tool belt was slipping on one side, as if the thing didn't even want to be worn by her anymore. This was a hard contrast from the perfection of last time she had been seen in the hanger. She couldn't even think straight as she got herself ready for whatever it was she would mess up that day, and clearly the comments about her mechanic work had gotten to her.

Trudgen stood waiting near the engine bay, his presence making the girl exponentially more anxious. He was different today though, he stood draped in black, as always, but his helmet was off. His arms were crossed over his hulking chest and he was surprisingly... handsome.

The man stayed silent, not saying a word as she approached, just letting out a deep grunt when she stopped in front of him. He noticed quickly that she was panting, as if she had been sprinting the last few corridors to make it there. "I'm here." She smiled widely, holding up a device. "And I brought a voltage reader this time. My dad says I'm not allowed to 'eyeball the conduits' anymore." Her face reddened at the mention of her father, knowing she was nothing of a mechanic compared to him.

Trudgen didn't speak, just stared at her for a long moment before stepping aside, gesturing to the panel that she had fried the previous day. She smiled and without hesitation got to work.

-

Ten minutes had passed and the girl was lost to say the least. She was on the floor, flat on her stomach, her boots in the air as she tried her best to get a better angle of what was going on beneath the console. It was honestly painful for Trudgen to watch. He had had inexperienced workers come to tinker with things before, but she wasn't just inexperienced.

She was bad.

Atleast 5 wires of the panel were disconnected that definitely shouldn't have been, and she was chewing her lip in frustration, whispering quiet apologies to the circuits as she twisted them around. Trudgen turned his back to her and opened his communicator. "The girl is here again." He said in a low voice, not wanting her to hear that he was mentioning her. "Give it an hour, she will be gone by then."

The male mechanic on the other end of the com line sighed in annoyance. "You do know I have better things to do then shadow your fake mechanic, right?" Came the gruff reply on the other end. Trudgen rolled his eyes. "You want your reputation to stay intact?" He questioned calmly.

Silence.

The sigh that followed made it clear he did. "Fine. I'll fix whatever she breaks. Again." Trudgen nodded satisfied and ended the com call. As he turned back around sparks flew and a small scream came from the girl, scrambling to get out from underneath the malfunctioning wiring. She smiled sheepishly, her face flushing with embarrassment that she tried her best to hide.

"I think I made it worse."

Trudgen didn't smile or react to the chaos, just nodded. "Yeah. You did." Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I tried. I swear. I watched a whole tutorial on conduit balancing before coming here today. Twice." Somehow that made the fact that she was still unable to fix it even worse.

The man didn't respond. He didn't laugh or even the opposite, tell her how crappy of a job she had done. He just stared at her. Hard and long. In a way that made her want to crawl out of her own skin. She wiped the back of her hand against her face, leaving a large black smudge of grease across her cheek.

Without thinking, Trudgen grabbed a rag and more roughly than she had anticipated wiped her face. His hands were rough and calloused, and he clearly didn't know how to be gentle, holding the back of her head with one hand and scrubbing with the other.

She froze, unsure of how to react. These were the hands that slaughtered people, that broke bone and took trophy's of his victims. She didn't want to be next. As he refocused on her face it was clear that she was afraid. He pulled his hands away instantly, his throat tightening. "You had some..." he didn't finish his thought, just straightened himself and walked quickly away.

-

Later that day Vicrul found his fellow knight in the armory, meticulously sharpening his weapon with calm mechanical strokes. He was focused, almost to focused, as if he was doing his best to distract himself from something, or someone.

"So," Vicrul said, leaning against the doorframe with a smug smirk playing across his face. "you still have her assigned to your sector?" Trudgen didn't look up from his work. "She's fine." Vicrul scoffed at this, she was very much not fine. "She's a disaster. You know someone's been following her around undoing her messes, right?"

Trudgen nodded. "I arranged that."

Vicrul did a double take. A look of surprise took over his features. "You're not serious." Trudgen paused, then nodded once. He was in fact very serious.

"I don't get it. Why don't you just get her reassigned? To something she's actually good at. Like... I don't know filing papers, or polishing helmets."

Trudgen shook his head. He wouldn't be doing that. "She's mine." He spoke, his tone flat. Vicrul raised an eyebrow to this. He had met her what, 2 days ago and now he was saying this? The man that hated everyone and everything, but clearly he didn't hate her.

As Trudgen looked up at his brother he realized the lapse in judgement. "She's my mechanic." He corrected himself quickly, not wanting Vicrul to get the wrong idea. "Shes trying. How will she ever learn if no one gives her a chance."

There was a beat of silence before Vicrul laughed, hard. "You have lost your fucking mind." He gave one last chuckle and turned on his heel. "Fine then. But don't come crying to me when she rewires the wrong thing and blows the both of you up."

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Gear Bunny

(Trudgen of the Knights of Ren fanfiction)

Chapter 1

The Night Buzzard hummed with life as the girl approached. The docking bay was noisier than she had expected. The torturous sounds of clanking pipes, roaring engines and panels that sparked to life occasionally as if the entire ship was build and held together with brute force and pure rage. It was after all Kylo and the knights who frequented the aircraft. The way it looked it was as if the thing was part of them, exuding the same aura of darkness that the men gave off.

The girl was out of place, and she knew that. Her boots were too clean, her coveralls too big, most likely the left overs of a cadet uniform. And her tools, well she carried them in a way that made it clear she wasn't very experienced.

Which was accurate.

Her clammy fingers held tight to the oversized wrench she had hanging from her tool belt as she made her way into the lower corridor of the intimidating ship. The metal beneath her feet creaked unpleasantly with every step, she flinched at the noise.

"Um... excuse me?" The girl called out, peaking her way around the corner. A pair of stormtroopers looked in her direction from their post. It was clear they were thrown off by the sight of her. She wasn't the hefty dirty men they were used to seeing coming to repair the ship. She was clean, pristine, baby faced.

"....Can I help you?" One of them finally spoke, looking at his fellow guard to make sure he wasn't the only one seeing her. She smiled to brightly, to happy for the darkness of the ship she would soon be working in. "I'm looking for the, um, power coupling conduit panel. I'm here for diagnostics. My father put in a request. Engineer Vellan? I'm—his daughter."

There was a pause of silence lasting so long it made her start to fiddle with the hilt of her belt. The troopers seemed to be discussing something, likely whether or not they should show her the way. The knights were quite particular about who they allowed to work on the ship, and she, well she was just something they didn't know how to handle.

Suddenly they looked in her direction and seemed to still, standing at attention. A grunt echoed from behind her, making her freeze in place, the hair on the back of her neck standing at attention in nervousness. The sound was something she had never heard before. It was low, heavy and echoed off the wall around them in a way that made a shiver run down her spine. Slowly, she turned around and looked up.

And up.

And up.

It was one of them, a knight. He was much larger than the girl had once thought. Huge and brooding, his large frame took up the entire doorway of the room, making her feel trapped. Massive, broad-shouldered, wrapped in heavy black cloth and steel, with a massive weapon strapped to his back. The man's face was hidden by a metal  mask.

Even without seeing his face she could tell his expression, he was looking at her as if she had just entered a wolf's den uninvited.

"Who. Are. You?" His voice was rough and low, a brutish sound. Her posture changed, she straightened, like a spooked rabbit unsure of where to run.

"I—I'm just here to check the conduit panel. Sir."

The silence that followed was the loudest sound she had ever heard. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly against her ribs. One of the storm troopers stepped forward to explain, but Trudgen held up his hand. He strode his way over to her. Each of his steps were calculated and purposeful, but the closer that he got to her the smaller that she felt.

She tried her best to hold her ground to look bigger than she really was, but she stepped back without even thinking about it as he approached. He stopped directly in front of her and looked her up and down. "You're Vellan's kid?" he muttered, making it clear that she was not what he had expected.

She nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. I mean—yes. He, um, said there was a small fluctuation in the system logs and he thought I could try to—just check things. Not that I'm better than the usual engineers. I'm not! I just—he trusts me, and—uh..."

He cut her off before she could finish her thought. "You talk too much." The large man rumbled, the words hurting just a bit more than she had expected. Her mouth quickly snapped shut. He looked her up and down once again before turning to walk away, gesturing for her to follow.

She blinked in confusion. Did that mean she was going to get to work on the ship or was he going to guide her back to the edge of the docking bay and tell her to find someone else?

"Wait...you're letting me?"

The man didn't answer just kept walking, expecting her to follow as he had instructed. She had to jog to keep pace with his long strides, the tools on her belt clanging loudly as she tripped over her own feet.

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Not even half an hour later, she was knelt down in front of an open panel, her tongue poked slightly out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. She was thinking hard trying to remember what it meant when there was a blinking yellow light. She thought back to her textbooks, to all the knowledge that her father had instilled in her throughout the years, but she couldn't for the life of her remember.

Across the room, Trudgen had his shoulder leaned up against the wall, watching her carefully in dead silence. She was clumsy that was obvious, and why she had been chosen as the mechanic for the job he was unsure. Vellan was the best they had, the top tier mechanic on base who never made even the slightest mistake, but this, his daughter, she was nothing to write home about when it came to fixing things.

She fumbled a wire, then dropped a spanner. In her whirlwind of chaos, she unplugged something that she was sure should not have been unplugged seeing as the lights were now flickering. "Oops" she whispered to herself horrified that she was breaking things more than fixing them.

"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" Trudgen spoke watching as her face turned a bright shade of red. She blinked hard, trying to think of a response. "I-I'm trying." There was a long pause the silence in the air feeling heavy like a weight on top of her chest. "You don't belong here." The man pointed out. She knew it was true, but hearing someone say it out loud was like a punch to the gut. "I know." She replied ashamed. She wanted to live up to her father's expectations, but she could never be as good as him. She couldn't even be average at it. And she hated herself for that.

She turned away from him, determined to finish the job, even if it took her all day. She went to reach for the panel but before she got the chance a large glove hand closed it. "You can go." he said shortly. Her chest started to burn and that way it always did before she cried, but she refuse to cry in the presence of this man she didn't even know.

"Please just give me one more chance I promise I can figure it out. I'm just nervous... With you standing there watching me." The man squatted down so that his mask face was only inches away from hers. It was clear that his appearance unnerved her, but that's the way he liked it.

"DoI make you nervous?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side as he awaited her answer. She didn't reply. Her breathing grew heavy. She was afraid and for some reason... that bothered him. He immediately stood and backed away from her.

"Next time I call for this fix," he said quietly, "I'll ask for you." it took her a moment to process his words she was confused to say the least.. "But... But I didn't fix anything." he didn't reply to her, just turned and walked himself right out the door without another word. The girl was left, standing there, reveled in her confusion. But she didn't dare question what the night had said. She grabbed her things, re-hooked her wrenches onto her tool belt, and scampered her way out of the ship and back towards the edge of the dock Bay. She just hoped that by the time he called her back tomorrow she could figure out what the hell that blinking yellow light was for.

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So I’ve decided I do in fact want to write individual books for each night and we are starting with Ap’lek. I have 43 chapters of a crude rough draft that needs TONS of work and editing, but it is nice and spicy and I feel like you all will enjoy it once we get it going! Just wanted to post so no one thought I had disappeared again. Just here writing like crazy! I know I’m a bit slow but have patience new things are on the way!

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Highly considering writing a spicy fanfiction for each individual knight. Sound interesting to anyone? 😗

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Corruption AI mood board

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The Knights Pet AI mood board

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More “The Emperors and I” Mood board brainrot

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the date went great i think

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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional