These were heavy worries for one man to carry alone. Techie bites at his bottom lip, working it between his teeth as he considered what Hux had said. “We… we d-don’t know any of that for sure unless we meet her,” he says gently, as though he’s afraid of upsetting him further. “It’s never knowing and wondering or, um, finding out from h-her personally.”
Author: techiehux
💊 >Foxglove<
It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Techie, a survivor through and through, finally gets himself into a good place with good people just to relapse into this divine shit and sneak off to stick his veins with good ole heroin: an old, if dangerous, friend.
He’s hardly breathing when Foxglove comes by, shallow, raspy gasps for air filling the silence. The used needle lies beside his twitching, open hand on the ground. Techie’s skin had gone paper-pale besides his lips and fingertips, which held a blue-ish tint to them.
The mechanical eyes, usually with huge pupils, had contricted so they were tiny pinpricks. Techie was murmuring nonsense to himself, trembling on his back.
Techie can’t help the quiet gasp. What could possibly make Hux think that their mother would despise him? “What…? There’s n-no way she’ll hate you,” he argues. “You’re an important man wh-who made something of himself! How is that anything to be ashamed of?”
New friends (closed)
Techie was suddenly sure of one thing: It was now or never. If he didn’t kiss Kylo now, he’d never work up the nerve to do it. They’d spent hours training, bonding; the timing was right.
He didn’t let go completely but instead pulled back enough that they were face to face. “I can’t even b-begin to, um, thank you f-for your kindness,” Techie says, reverent. He bites his bottom lip.
💊
Matt laid sprawled out on his bed. Someone could mistake him as being asleep the way his chest rose and fell so lightly almost unnoticeable. That was if they didn’t look closer at him which most people probably wouldn’t. However if they did they would see the open and empty bottle of pills laying in his open palm.
Techie knocked politely on his door for a good ten minutes. Weird… Matt was always in his quarters this late at night, and though Techie felt rude for bothering him, Matt was a night owl, too, and wasn’t ever sleeping right now. His anxiety flared up something awful; the tremors started up harder than ever. Techie couldn’t shake this heavy, horrible feeling that something was wrong.
Privacy be damned. Matt could be in trouble! Techie quickly imput Hux’s override code and when the door opened, his eyes landed on the unconscious form of his best friend on the bed. He was… asleep? No, not so. This was an odd, unnatural position. Techie drew closer until he saw what Matt held in his hand: an empty pill bottle.
“Holy shit!” Techie cried, and threw himself down next to Matt, taking his shoulder and shaking him. “Matt? Fuck, Matt!”
Matt’s body moves limp in techies hands as he shook him. Moving far easier than someone of Matt’s size should have moved when shook by someone as slim and skinny as his best friend.
The only response to this was a weak groan that came from Matt’s unconscious body. His eyes not moving to open. Techies pleas falling on deaf ears.
This wasn’t Techie’s first rodeo, so to speak; he knew what had to be done in case of an overdose. First, he sent out a distress signal to the emergency personnel in medbay, and rolled Matt over on his back with his head hanging off the bed. Techie slipped his fingers into Matt’s mouth deep enough to activate his gag reflex until he was emptying his stomach all over the floor and Techie’s lap.
He didn’t care about the smell or the mess. Matt’s life was on the line! Once he’d gotten as much of the pills out of his body as he could, Techie cradled Matt in his arms and whispered a frantic mix of pleas and comfort. When the medbay workers arrived, Techie went with them and waited outside for a long, long time to make sure that his best friend would be okay.
“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters
Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
He notices Dopheld’s excitement and happily bounces his enthusiasm right back at him; Techie throws himself backwards onto the bed and pats the side for his omega to join him. “It’s so soft!” he laughs, overjoyed. Rarely does he allow himself this luxury.
Techie grinds his hips up onto his brother, spread out on the bed like a mouth-watering dessert just for Hux. “Armie, I’m already r-ruined,” he says, coy, and adds, “But wreck me some m-more, please. I ache for you…” Nothing has ever been more true.
He shivers under the indulgent attention to his ear and realizes exactly what he needs to say to get his precious twin all hot and bothered: “I had a d-dildo back home,” Techie grins, almost feline. “Stretched myself open w-wide and imagined it was your cock in me. God, I want you more than any- hah, mmm!”
With deft fingers, Techie’s hand slips to his cheeks and he runs the calloused pad of his finger over the rim. “Armie, please- nn, can you… eat me out?” He cranes his neck to be able to give him the most dangerous weapon in Techie’s arsenal, those pleading, promising blue eyes that’ve always made his twin trip over himself to make him happy.
“I’m glad,” he says, and stretches out his arms with a yawn. “We’re covered in c-cum,” Techie muses, sounding very content to not clean up at all. He’d rather fall asleep here with his Kylo. They have a few hours still before Kylo will face off with Hux… they need all the rest they can get.
“No matter what happens, I’m n-not staying away from you. Hux can go f-fuck himself,” Techie slurs, nuzzling into Kylo’s touch.
Who did you get all these roses for?
Matt’s face flushed as he looked at the roses that were still clutches in his hands. Slowly his eyes rose to meet techies again a small smile spreading on his face. He sucked in a deep breath as he forced himself to keep his gaze steady with techies. He had bought the roses and now he was going to through with this. That’s what he told himself at least, not chicken out like he’d done every other time that he found himself in a similar situation.
“ t-they’re for you.”
“Sounds g-good!” Techie says, smiling so hard his rare dimples show. “I’ve got something f-for you, too, Mattie. When we get to my room, we’ll put the flowers in water and I’ll, um, sh-show you…” They walk side by side towards Techie’s quarters, which are thankfully not far off. He can’t pry his gaze off these beautiful roses.
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