First Order Announcement
The next person who hugs me is getting stabbed. Not punched. Just flat out stabbed.
-General Hux
Does this apply to relatives? (XoX)
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Author: techiehux
Kylo Hux Matt
This one is hard! D:
Bed – And so Kylo ends up in my bed once again… Well, if the rumors that Matt and Kylo are the same person are true, then I’m a lucky man who gets to bed AND marry someone 🙂
Behead – Damn it, Hux. I’m killing you again, lmao!
Wed – Ooh, Mattie 😍 His big hands, deep voice, soft heart… I’m melting ❤
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Mitaka Hux Kylo
Bed – Hux. It would sort of cool to sleep with my twin…
Behead – Kylo this time! He should be called Supreme Leader Scary instead of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (X_X)
Wed – Mitaka for sure! He’s sweet, a gentleman, and so handsome ❤
I’m trying to shake up my answers a little bit for the most interesting results! Bring em on 😀
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Kylo, Szer, Hux
Bed – Kylo Ren for sure… He’s my type 😳
Behead – Hux, when he’s being an asshole. Otherwise he’s okay!
Wed – Szer for sure ❤ Wait… If Kylo is “Bed” then does that mean I can only marry Szer and not have sex with him?? If so… that SUCKS!
[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 1:42AM]
New friends (closed)
“C-Cower and cry, probably.” Techie smiles apologetically. Those were always his first instincts. He puffs out his chest a little, to make himself seem bigger and tougher than he actually is. “Let’s try it, th-though. Punch me!”
He hopes Kylo will be gentle and slow… Techie’s reflexes are rusty. It’s been a while since he had to dodge a fist.
Kylo offered Techie a warm, encouraging smile and shook his head. “I am not going to punch you before you know how to best react,” he laughed. “Running away would work, I think, but I don’t recommend cowering and crying. If someone wants to hurt you, it will simply make it easier for them.” He stretched and walked up to Techie.
“Maybe you can try to punch me? I assure you I will block it, and you may see how that looks.”
“Okay.” Don’t screw this up, Me. Techie nods, determined. Once, twice; his fists tense and relax at his sides before the left one shoots forward to hit Kylo’s stomach. The angle is a little off, perhaps too curved. It’s too late to fix it.
Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead”
Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.
“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.
His first thought was: “It matches my eyes,” and Techie’s face turned cherry-red. “You l-look so good,” he whispered into Dopheld’s 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 he’d 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 vendor’s market, Techie gave Dopheld’s 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. “Love you..” He murmurs quietly.
The other omegas are watching; Techie grows bashful. “Not n-now,” he whispers to Dopheld, glancing back at them as well. They must be terrified and unsure of what to expect… Techie wants to keep this as easy as possible, for everyone’s sake.
He pulls away from Dopheld and reaches into his pack to produce two bags of supplies. “You d-don’t have to be afraid,” he reassures them, smiling. The woman’s gaze sharpens. The muscular omega looks frightened anyway.
Reaching out to hand them the supplies, Techie says, “In here are clothes f-for each of you. Get dressed quickly and take off your collars. You’ve been f-freed.”
Techie nods to Dopheld, encouraging him to give these newly-freed slaves a few parting words.
Mitaka smiles to the other omegas and nods. “Go start a new life..find someone who you love as much as I love my Techie.. “ He says, blushing softly. “No one is going to try to stop you.. go… have fun.”
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. “Dopheld, th-that was beautiful,” Techie smiles, wrapping an arm around his waist. His eyes water a little from thr overwhelming love he’s drowning in right now.
Techie takes Dopheld’s hand and presses it to his lips, pulse spiking.
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Do try not to get punched in the face.
“Oh, uh. It’s my sh-shift! I have to be on t-time,” Techie explains as he hops into his technician overalls, slipping them on right over his casual clothes. Usually he’d try and take a sonic first, but any longer and his supervisor will yell at him.
“I know you w-want to help me, but… People will notice, right? If I get, er, special t-treatment.” Now he’s frantically smoothing down his hair and tying it back with a blue hairband.
“I suppose they might,” he sighed. “But it’s just… I don’t know, whenever you have to go, I feel like there is something wrong. Will you stop by after work? I would love to perhaps share a glass of some sort of liquor?”
“Sure!” Techie grins. He won’t tell Armitage just yet that he doesn’t drink. That’s sure to be a heavy conversation. “I’ll comm you wh-when I get done,” he says, picking up his toolbelt and giving Hux a sideways, one-armed hug. There’s real affection in his eyes.
Hux smiled and watched him go. That same evening, after their shifts were both done, he was waiting for his brother in his own chambers, already sipping the best bottle of whisky he could find, and looking forward to spending some time with his dear brother.
Freshly cleaned and well-groomed, Techie put in the access code to Hux’s room and met him at the table once the door slid open. “Armie,” he smiles in greeting before sitting down across from his brother. It feels comfortable to be here. With him.
“You got s-started already,” Techie says, eyeing the glasses and bottle of whiskey.
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