If applicable, do they lean more toward sadism or masochism?
Oh man… um. This is embarrassing, but… masochism. Iām pretty screwed up. Thatās a very deeply buried kink/preference that I wish didnāt have… TT_TT
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:35PM]
Author: techiehux
“Well hello, Billiam,” Kess beamed, pulling over a chair and sitting across from him at his workbench, “How are you?”
āB-Billiam?ā Techie couldnāt stop the helpless laugh that slipped past his lips. That nickname was a first! He took in the womanās appearance and scrunched up his brows in thought once the giggles dissolved. Hardly anyone approached him unless they knew Matt or wanted him to do their shift. She didnāt look like a tech, at least. āAre youā¦ Mattās f-friend?ā Putting his toolbox aside to clear space on the workbench for her, Techie gave her a small, lopsided smile.
āYeah, I know Mattie,ā She replied with a chuckle, her eyes meeting his. She studied his gaze with admiration. She heard rumors about suffering he endured, and it was only confirmed by the technology in his stare. Techie had been through hell, and here he was giggling at her nickname for him. She liked that about him.
āYou have a nice laugh, it compliments your smile.ā Kess offered a smile of her own.Ā āHey, I was wondering if you could help me with my datapad. ā¦Not that I came here just for that by the way. I had to meet you! Matt says youāre very sweet.ā
Techie turned as red as his hair. Obviously, he can’t hide his emotions very well. His face gives him away each and every time. “He’s exaggerat-ting, that’s for sure… but okay! L-Let me take a look at it.”
Once he realizes that she has yet to introduce herself, Techie asks shyly, “Um, wh-what’s your name? Matt talks about a "K-Kess” a lot. Is that you?“
So what do you think of Matt little crush? Is he cute?
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āOh I think heās a darling fella. Of course I had to do someā¦ researchĀ on him to ensure he was good for Mattie, but her definitely checks out. Cute button nose, adorably dorky giggle, Matt definitely has good tasteā¦ā:
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ā w-what are you taking about? Kess please tell me you didnāt tell him?!ā
āTell who? I said nothing to the cute orange boy, donāt worry!ā
ā heās my best friend and I just donāt want anything to get ruined.ā
āIād never talk to your friend without you knowing! Your secret is safe with me.ā
ā thanks kess Iām sorry I flipped out on you.ā
“Did I… m-miss something?” Secret? What secret? Techie got a little nervous. What if Matt was getting transferred off Starkiller? He’d walked into the conversation too late to overhear.
Techie relaxes into the mattress, looking up from the pillow as if something sheād said drained the tension from his body.Ā āNao,ā he whispers to her like itās a secret, a smile in his voice.Ā āIn case you d-didnāt get the memoā¦ IāM a big stupid loser.ā He meant it, actually. Techieās self-esteem lay so far underground that it could hit the planetās core. And yet, though somewhat misguided, Nao was praising him.
If being a ābig stupid loserā meant he hadnāt let this cruel world make him unfeeling or hardenedā¦ that was alright by Techie.Ā āIāve never b-been normal, and if ānormalā is treating oth-thers like garbage, Iād rather be weird.āĀ
Something about this felt like a teaching moment, as though in some alternate universe heād been her father and had the responsibility of guiding Nao through life. It was a pleasant idea. Heaven knows Techie hardly felt useful or needed. Maybe he was here, a little bit.
She didnāt dare look at Techie in the silence that followed due to the tightening in her throat. If she did, heād see the tears that were dangerously close to spilling and if she spoke, heād hear the weak wavering accompanied by wanting to cry but holding back.Ā āStupid. Stupid. Stupid. What are you crying for, huh? Because that snivelling loser reminds you of your difficult, dumb and dead brother? He was kind too and look where it got him.ā Her cruel thoughts did little to make her feel better but it did remind her that Techie was wrong.
āT-Then youāll just die like the rest of them! Probably in some trash heap forgotten and unmourned!ā She snapped at him, voice still full of sadness but sharp enough to indicate she was angry. She rolled over with her back to Techie and pulled the blanket over her head so she could be disconsolate in peace.
Techie’s mouth fell open, at a loss for words. Obviously Nao had lived through something horrible to hold all these cynical thoughts so close to her heart. Being bitter and sad should be for lonely 34 year olds like him, not for kids. His chest tightened with sympathetic pain. Did she ever even get to be a child in peace?
“I’m s-sorry,” he apologizes quietly. “I didn’t mean to, uh, upset you…” Techie let her have as much of the blanket as she wanted and settled in under the sliver left over. His eyes were still wide open, staring at the ceiling and knowing he’d be getting little to no sleep. But he had an idea.
“Nao… My brother w-would mourn me. So would Matt. And… maybe you w-would. As long as I h-had people that cared about me, it’s okay if I d-die in a trash heap.”
āAre you afraid of me?ā – NSFW Sex Slave Starters
Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didnāt 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.
His first thought was: āIt matches my eyes,ā and Techieās face turned cherry-red. āYou l-look so good,ā he whispered into Dopheldās ear, pressing a shy kiss to his jaw before pulling away. Techie paid for the collar as well and was given leashes for the omegas heād purchased.
He felt sick to his stomach parading around with human beings on display as though they were nothing but possessions. Still, as soon as they were out of sight, Techie would give them supplies and help them start new lives as free people!
As they ducked into an alleyway far from the corrupt vendorās market, Techie gave Dopheldās hand a comforting squeeze.
Mitaka offers him a reassuring smile and thumbs lightly at his new collar, humming contently as he allows Techie to lead him. He glances at the slaves curiously and loops his arm around Techie and nuzzles his neck to breathe in his scent. āLove you..ā He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. āNot n-now,ā he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expectā¦ Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyoneās sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. āYou d-donāt have to be afraid,ā he reassures them, smiling. The womanās gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, āIn here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. Youāve been f-freed.ā
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. āGo start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. ā He says, blushing softly. āNo one is going to try to stop you.. goā¦ have fun.ā
His heart swells in his chest, so proud of his mate. The omegas high-tail it out of there after expressing their gratitude, leaving the two of them alone once more. āDopheld, th-that was beautiful,ā Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love heās drowning in right now.
Techie takes Dopheldās hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.
Mitaka preens lightly and blushes brighter. ā I-itās true..ā He says softly before wrapping his arms loosely around Techieās neck and kissing him softly. āI love you more than anything..ā He whispers softly. He could feel his own heart beat racing in his chest. He didnāt know if it was his heat coming on again or just pure adoration of his lover, but he felt delightfully giddy.
Techie shivers, pulling them flush against each other; skin-to-skin. They probably shouldnāt start making out in a random alleyway. Yet Techie feels high on affection and victory: Dopheld is HIS and two more people joined the ranks of the free. With each sweet kiss, Techieās head goes fuzzier and the touches grow more heated.
Thatās why heās loathe to spoil the mood, but thereās something important they have to discussā¦
āPhel, I n-need to ask you something.ā
Mitaka moans softly and looks up at him with his big brown eyes and kisses him softly. He smiles softly and nuzzles him softly. He could feel Techieās unease through the bond and it made him slightly worried. āAnything Love..ā He says softly.
“If… If one of th-the other omegas want to tag along too, wh-what should I do? I want to help them, but, uh. If that m-makes you feel bad…” Two different instincts were at war here.
Attachment Style Test
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38.9% On Edge, 25% Engaging
On Edge-Engaging (Ambivalent):
Ā On Edge-Engaging individuals tend to be very good at attracting the attention and admiration of others around them. Generally, they employ one of two strategies to do so:
The Helpmate: Either these people become very hardworking and effective with regards to their real-life dealings and practical matters, so that they will naturally draw the attention and esteem of others who could use their help.
The Playmate: Or – more frequently – these individuals attract the attention of others by being extremely charming, colorful, or entertaining. Many have also developed considerable psychological facility for getting under the skin of others.
In both cases, On Edge-Engaging individuals adopt these strategies because they have a root feeling of ambivalence about others: They feel that others wouldnāt notice them and give them their fair due without them being a good Helpmate or Playmate. But at the same time, they also detest others for making them put on this act just to get basic love and validation.
In other words, Ambivalent personalities tend to alternate between being sensitive to others and neglecting them; between seeking intense intimacy and driving artificial barriers to closeness in between themselves and others. Some individuals of this type feel a deep-seated sense of injustice towards others for having been made to develop their Helpmate/Playmate persona, instead of just being loved as they are. Because they carry with them this representation of others as being unfair, some On Edge-Engaging individuals may find it easy to excuse themselves from their obligations, or for cheating and/or fudging the truth.
In general, Ambivalent individuals tend to be quite good at psychological manipulation and getting others to do what they want, and they often have a high degree of sensitivity and accuracy to other peopleās emotional states. When in their good graces, being close to an Ambivalent personality may feel like heaven, but once they have decided that you are treating them unfairly, being close to them may easily feel like hell.
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ā hey techie what to join for lunch?ā -@ask-Matttheradartechnician-
Techie looked up from his desk, startled at first. When he saw it was Matt, the tension drained from his shoulders. He was the only other person who had the pass-code to his quarters, so Techie shouldnāt have been scared (but old habits die hard.) āS-Sure!ā He gently put down the copper figure heād been working on and stood up from the chair, straightening out his back with a pop.
Matt laughed watched the man jump at his words. The man really did seem to frighten all too easily, he should have known better than to pop in on him like this. He looked down at the wires that had been placed on the desk.
ā working on anything interesting?ā He asked as they left the mans quarters.
Techie walked with him side by side through the corridors, their arms brushing. āInteresting? W-Well, I was making a wire friend for myself. Any loose w-wires I find and twist em up. You can m-make really cool stuff like that! One time I made a, uh, mini-me.ā
Techie half expects Matt to only pretend to be listening, or not to care about what heās saying. No, he reminds himself firmly. Matt is my friend. My only friend. Heās not like that.
Techieās hand twitches. He wishes Matt wasnāt only his friendā¦
Matt couldnāt help but to laugh when he heard what techie was doing in his quarters. He found the mans hobby rather as he had said interesting. Not everyone would have the imagination or skill to want to turn scraps of wire into figures.
ā oh that is interesting, sounds like fun. You have to show me some of them some time. Especially that mini you one that sounds cute. Maybe you can make one of me sometime. What do you say?ā
He bumped his side into techies playfully as they walked Into the cafe. He was silent while he went to grab his food which was never really what he wanted it never was with the Order. He waited for techie to get his food before finding them an empty table to sit at.
Techie nodded eagerly, pleased to be given permission to make a wire friend of Matt! The thought had crossed his mind before, but it had seemed creepy at the time. With Mattās go ahead? He would do it.
Tray loaded up with food heād not be able to stomach, Techie slips into the seat next to Matt and tries to ignore peopleās stares. They look at him like heās a side-show at a circus; a freak to be oogled. Doubly so when heās with Mattie. Already there are rumors about them.
āI was th-thinking of selling some,ā he whispers to Matt, snug against his side and food untouched. āYours will b-be, um, free though. Obviously.ā
Matt looked at techies tray full of food knowing he probably wouldnāt be eating much or if any of it. The man always seemed to do this whenever he went to the caf with matt which wasnāt too often. Matt didnāt care that he looked like he was eating like normal. The reason he invited techie to Luch was to make sure he at least ate something no matter how small that amount was.
His eyes wondered around the caf as he could feel the eyes on them. It wasnāt anything unusual as they always seemed to draw stares. They never were the most popular people on the ship but that didnāt matter. Matt didnāt need any one other than techie.
ā donāt worry about them. They donāt know anything about you. Just ignore them okay?ā He knocked his foot against techies as he spoke.
He looked up from his lunch when techie spoke of selling the figures. He had not doubt that he could make some money selling them seeing how cute they looked. A smile spread on his face. If techie had wanted to charge him he would have happily paid the price. Still knowing he wasnāt made him happy.
āThanks. Iāll see if I can drum up some business for you.ā
When Matt glanced at his tray, Techie turned a bright pink. Oh. Heād forgotten all about eatingā¦ Matt was more important; always. He picks up a plastic spork and pushes the food around while he says, āIāll try.ā
Matt said to ignore them, so heās got to try, at least! After a few moments of comfortable silence with his best friend, Techie was able to push their judgmental gazes from his mind.
When he spoke up once again, tucking some of his long red hair behind an ear, Techie smiled and said, āYou d-donāt have to. Arenāt you on bad t-terms with your, um, coworkers as it is? If you start āp-peddling my waresā theyāll be pissed, right?ā Stars, he wanted Mattās life to be perfect. But there was very little he could do to help.
ā you donāt have to eat everything just try to eat something thatās all Iām asking. Itās not good to not eat as much as you do.ā
Matt would always worry about techie. It didnāt seem anyone else was going to do that for him so he would gladly make sure other man was taking care of himself like he was supposed to.
He knew why people didnāt like him too much. It was because they thought he was Kylo Ren so did there best to just skirt around him and avoid him. He didnāt care too much as heād prefer to work alone anyways.
ā yeah You can say that again. They think Iām Kylo Ren.āhe whispered under his breath so only techie could hear.
He didnāt care what the others thought of him only what the red head next to him thought. The wire figures he made were cute anyways so he didnāt think people could get too mad at him for trying to sell them but heād thought that before only to have it bite him in the butt.
He leaned his shoulder to bump it into techies. That was the only form of contact he was brave enough to show to the other man. Anymore and he was afraid it would make the other man uncomfortable and he could afford to lose the only firend he had on the ship. All because he had a little crush on the guy.
ā donāt worry about me Iāll be fine.ā
Techie takes a spoonful of mysterious brown protein mush and swallows it down with an audible shudder. Yuck. “Wh-what the fuck was that? Leftovers from f-four years ago?” he jokes, giving Matt that cute little lopsided smile. This specific variant, with the crinkles at the edges of his eyes and the hint of dimples, was reserved just for Matt. “I’d k-kill for some pizza.”
At Matt’s whispered confession, Techie shot him a quizzical glance. “Kylo Ren? R-Really?” He asked this very quietly, as though mentioning him would summon the volatile man. “Well, you…” Techie trailed off, realizing what he’d been about to say.
You’re both ridiculously handsome.
“Neverm-mind,” he said, too quickly. “I don’t s-see a resemblance.” He picked some more at his food before working up his courage to say, “I’ll worry about you anyway, Mattie.”
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