The Six Who Serve

bow to the master of the knights of ren

[knightsofrensay]

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side/rp blog run utilizes the six knights of ren, kylo not included. he is located at @kylorensaidnothing

personalities and interactions based on/inspired by what limited information has been given on each knight coupled with artistic liberty.

please take note that posts & asks may include:

• Nsfw content

• Gore

• Dubcon (possible noncon) elements

• Degradation

• Snuff

on asks, you may request interaction with a specific knight (or knights). if unspecified, a knight will be selected at random and/or as best suits the submission

[knightsofrensay]

*I push my cart into the training room. Earbuds in and singing loud to the latest cantina mix oblivious that the Knights are there running drills. When I finally turn around and spot them all standing there staring at me, helmets off and sweaty, I freeze

Recognizing the song that you are singing, Cardo tilts his head to the side and considers you. Kuruk and Ap’lek turn away to resume their training. They are on a strict schedule due to a looming mission. Trudgen sets a hand on his hip, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Yes?”

[knightsofrensay]

Endorian chicken is fine, but if you threaten to eat dean again i’m not having sex with you for a week💜

Ap’lek rests his elbows on the table with his hands cupping his chin. Kuruk has fallen quiet, clearly not in an antagonistic mood. It is Vicrul who leans closer and whispers, “We’ll grab porg on the next mission.” Ap’lek nods his approval, the two Knights sharing a conspiratorial nudge.

[knightsofrensay]

Ushar, what’s your body count? No, I will not specify.

Ushar does not answer without considering the question. He is aware it can have multiple meanings and thinks it bold of you to preempt him by refusing to offer specifics. "Perhaps I don't keep count," he teases. "But I could start over with you as the first."

[knightsofrensay]

Teasing vicrul until he gets frustrated, so he just puts me in my place if you know what I mean ;)

(ooc: thank you for the follow up; she/her pronouns and piv)

If any of the other Knights had been present, they would not have known to say ‘she’s doing it again’ because you were subtle. You were aware of what buttons to push and which to leave alone. That was what drove Vicrul wild. It was what had him pinning you, your wrists in his left hand and against your back, your ass in the air as he grinds his hips into yours. His grip is harsh enough that there might be bruises left, but it is not uncomfortable to the point that you fail to release a moan of pleasure and rock backwards to meet his thrust. His scythe had cut through your pants and shirt, leaving you in just your panties and bra. The former of which he hooks his index finger into the side of. He twirls the digit around then tugs it downwards.

Vicrul sinks into you slowly and without preparation, ensuring that you feel the head of his cock spearing you open. He growls in want at the little noises you make, at how tight your cunt is around him. “Brat.” A sharp jerk of his hips, the hand holding captive your wrists pulling. His other hand goes to your throat and he leans over you. His body envelopes yours. If you had been foolish enough to tease him in front of the other Knights, it would not be his cock inside of you but something else instead. Nor would he have nuzzled your shoulder with his chin before whispering: “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget your place.” There is a bite to his words that reminds you who you’re dealing with. He moves his hand from your throat to your breast and squeezes, making you clench around him. "Be good."

[knightsofrensay]

What do you Knights like to do on your day off? Like, when you aren’t out killing resistance members and burning down villages.

Cardo gestures to the generous amount of dented armor and battered weapons on the table. “Work is never done.”

Trudgen waves him off and meets your gaze through his helmet. “Recuperation and repairs.” He angles his body with the intention of blocking the view that is Vicrul engaging another patron of the establishment in conversation after purchasing a drink for them.

[knightsofrensay]

[Ooc]

I'm a little behind on Asks due to some life things this week, tumblr notifications failing, and other commitments. I will try to answer a few tonight but if I do not, expect content tomorrow at the latest.

[knightsofrensay]

not the porch ap’lek we agreed you wouldn’t touch him. his name is dean💜

Ap'lek huffs indignantly, earning Kuruk's attention. "The porgless tenders taste fine." The pair look at one another, the visors of their masks perfectly mimicking their concealed glares.

"How about an Endorian chicken?" Ap'lek grumbles.

[knightsofrensay]

Boys, how do you each like your steak cooked? 🥩

Trudgen replies without hesitation, "Medium-rare."

Ushar, meanwhile, says, "Blue."

Vicrul is third to answer. "Medium-well."

Kuruk shakes his head; he does not like steak.

Cardo's response is the same as Trudgen's.

Ap'lek is the last to answer. "Medium. Throw a porg on the grill too." He is very hungry.

[knightsofrensay]

Well fuck me gently with a vibrocleaver

[NSFW; kept this gender-neutral because of being unsure]

Trudgen has you spread out along the ground. Your wrists are bound together, stretched above you and attached to a post. His hard cock is down your throat, his hips rolling as he presses against your inner thigh with one hand to keep your legs parted. Initially your proposition had been met with a sardonic response, the statement that doing so would leave you sliced in half. As though you had been asking to be fucked by the blade of the weapon. After a pause, however, the Knight of Ren had groaned in want and decided to oblige. So there you were, bound, at his mercy, the tip of the weapon’s hilt working into you after Trudgen had spread you open with his fingers. The back of the blade drags along the ground. Sun glints off the metal. Trudgen swears. His helmet does not obscure his vision, does not prevent him from observing how the hilt slowly sinks into your body, which clenches around it.

His cock twitches on your tongue. His next thrust is harsh, seeking the warmth of your throat. “You’re taking it better than I thought you would,” Trudgen purrs. He draws back the weapon when only an inch is inside. The muscle of your leg gives a light spasm underneath his touch. A chuckle slips from the Knight of Ren. He pauses with half an inch of his weapon remaining within you then pushes it back forward, sinking another full inch inside. He rolls his hips again. There are tears in your eyes from the lack of oxygen; he allows you only short breaths, just enough to keep you from passing out. He is gentle with the weapon, yet his own hunger, his need for release, prevents him from being overly kind. That is not in his nature anyway.

Trudgen pets at your abdomen, his strokes helping to calm you. Your throat constricts around his cock in unison with how your body clenches against the hilt. He watches it all, feels it, swears again. He begins to fuck you with the hilt, thrusting it in and out. He wants to make you cum. The very thought of bringing you to release with his vibrocleaver coupled with the gentle spasms of your throat as you swallow him makes him cum in your mouth. His balls tighten, his cock twitching as his hot seed slips down your throat, gathers on your tongue--he pulls out partway because he wants you to taste him. Trudgen re-angles the blade. Twisting the handle results in you moaning, both of your legs jerking. Within the reflection of that metal, he watches your face. “Fuck,” he hisses lowly. He cannot wait to make you lick the hilt clean after he is done with you.

[knightsofrensay]

[OOC]

For Ask submissions, if there is ever an occasion where nsfw elements occur, I do encourage and welcome inclusions of preferred pronouns, even if this is submitted in a secondary Ask that I will keep private. I want to be as inclusive as possible. I am comfortable writing M/M, M/F and M/NB for these prompts as well as threesomes and more. Preferred genitalia is also something you can include along with triggers and squicks.

[knightsofrensay]

I let out a sudden yelp, squirming in the hope that I can escape the painful grasp.

Ushar relents without fully releasing you. His other hand shifts to your hip and curves along your side. It journeys upwards, skimming your chest and finding purchase at your throat. He does not choke you. Instead he watches you, gauging your reactions once more.

[knightsofrensay]

*watches vicrul take off his mask for the first time, blushing. he can see me shift my thighs together* i must say, you are very pretty, even if there’s nothing going on in that gorgeous head of yours.

Vicrul pauses, his helmet still in his hands, and then replaces it on his head. He walks away.

[knightsofrensay]

i’m trynna start some shit is it true you guys call kylo big eared ben behind his back i said it to him and he knocked me the fuck out

"Hm. That's nice," Kuruk rumbles out as he aims his blaster at your stomach. He pulls the trigger without hesitation and watches your body fly backwards and hit the ground. Your death is a certainty, but purposely and painfully delayed to ensure you have a moment to reflect on your words. "Kylo sends his regards." Those are the final sounds you hear before death takes you.

[knightsofrensay]

I walk up to you all, clothes torn and ratted. Pieces of skin are revealed, including the most intimate parts of my body. "Please h-help." I whimper in pain each time I move. "I'm hurt but the infirmary is closed." -🔥

Cardo nods towards one of the nearby First Order officers, who is in possession of a medkit. This is not the first incident since the infirmary's staff shortage has led to decreased hours. The mismanagement on the base has been a thorn in their leader's side. As the officer begins to attend you, Kuruk stares. The other five Knights pay less attention. Cardo shoves against Kuruk's shoulder to get him moving. Even then, he does not lift his gaze from you until absolutely necessary.

[knightsofrensay]

What is Vicrul’s favorite position? 😻

Vicrul moves near to you after hearing the question leave your lips. He is armed with his blade, not an unusual occurrence. "Up close," he whispers after aligning his mask with your ear. His breath comes out ragged afterwards. His scythe cut through the material of your shirt directly over your chest. It bites into your flesh, drawing blood. "Where I can tear your soul from your body." His chuckle is rich, deep. With a twitch of his arm, he buries the weapon more deeply, albeit not enough to mortally wound you. He dips his chin to watch the steady flow of crimson. His next breath is shakier. A deep inhalation, a pause, the exhalation drawn out in a manner that reveals the pleasure he has achieved at the sight.

[knightsofrensay]

*I stand there feeling not as confident* Actually, I take it back. Maybe we could just forget I said anything. *laughing nervously*

Trudgen loses interest immediately, meanwhile Cardo gives you another once-over before turning away. Vicrul cups his chin and tilts back his head. "We have a reputation to keep..." His voice trails off and he considers the fact that there are no witnesses to this offense. "Scurry along." It is clear from his tone that this is the only warning you will receive.