Author: techiehux
ship asks
- what is your absolute favorite ship?
- what ship do you hate most?
- what was your first ship, and what fandom is it from?
- explain why do/don’t ship [pairing]
- how did you start shipping [pairing]?
- is there a ship that you used to ship, but don’t anymore?
- what’s a ship you like that most people don’t?
- what’s a ship you hate that most people like?
- what is the most underrated ship, in your opinion?
- what is the most overrated ship, in your opinion?
- do you prefer [pairing] as an otp, brotp, or notp?
- why do you think [pairing] is so popular?
- why do you think [pairing] isn’t popular?
- rate [pairing] from 1-10 and explain why
- what’s your favorite headcanon of [pairing]?
- what’s your favorite canon moment of [pairing]?
- favorite AU ideas for [pairing]?
- rant about [pairing]
- what’s a meme/quote that reminds you of [pairing]?
- what song(s) remind you of [pairing]?
- what kind of dates do you think [pairing] would go on?
- realistically, do you think [non-canon pairing] will ever be canon? why or why not?
- have you ever written fanfiction/drawn fanart of [pairing]? would you consider it?
- any other questions?
“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.
“Wh-why the fuck do you smell s-so int-toxic-c-cating?” Techie pants, already shoving Dopheld’s pants down to finger at his rim while he latches onto a nipple and sucks a hickey onto it.
Mitaka gasps loudly and arches his back. He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and instinctively tries to press his hips back against Techie’s fingers, trying to get them inside himself. “F-fuck.. you s-smell d-delicious as well..” he gasps
“S’good thing y-you’re open already,” Techie purrs, a hot, possessive feeling welling up in his throat. He slips two fingers inside Dopheld and gropes for his prostrate again, finding it much quicker the second time around.
Mitaka mewls and clings to him. He rolls his hips down desperately against the fingers. “A-alpha please..”
Techie moans and kisses down Dopheld’s stomach until he gets to his navel. With his free hand, he caresses the omega’s cock, grinning against his flushed skin.
New friends (closed)
His eyes widen with sudden hope. There’s thinly veiled anxiety on his face, as though what he’s about to agree to do will leave him defenseless. “I… Th-thank you,” Techie breathes. “What sh-should I, um, do?”
He shook out his hair and took his overcoat off. “First of all, sit down comfortably. This will not be able to help you shed everything off right away, but if you practice, you should gradually become more and more comfortable with your anxieties. It’s mostly breath exercises that end up soothing your mind.”
He listened carefully to Ren’s words and then seated himself, crosslegged, in front of him on the floor. Techie leaned his back against the soft, thick covers on the bed and let his mechanical eyes slip shut. There was silence for a few seconds, but not an unconfortable one.
He cracked open one eye. “The breathing… Can you sh-show me what r-rythym to follow?”
“Slow and natural for you? It…” He hesitated. “I suppose it would be easier to show in feelings than words. I could… If you would allow us to be connected, in our minds, I could show you what I do so you could mimic it. I will do my best to use my words if you’d rather avoid that.”
“Could you? Sh-show me?” Techie’s shoulders slumped. “If I think too m-much by myself about my breathing, I start to get light-headed… Having you guide me w-would be comforting.”
Techie was well aware that he was a neurotic, paranoid mess. But maybe Kylo Ren could bring him some peace? He already found him handsome and didn’t mind his company…
I want a baby.
The sudden announcement came to a surprise to Phasma- along with a twinge of excitement. She always wanted to see what motherhood felt like, how she would act with a child of her own.
“Techie, that sounds, um… interesting,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.
A sudden fear overtakes him. “W-will you have to go out for missions while you’re, um, p-pregnant, Lenina? I r-really hope n-not!” If she’s denied a maternity leave or something of the sort, Techie will have to take it up with his own brother.
“I certainly hope not,” she said, her face falling. All her life, she truly wanted a child, to give them the love that she saw mothers give their babies while she was on Parnassos. This tiny, fragile being inside of her could be in jeopardy if someone wounded her- or worse, she was killed.
“I’ll talk with Hux, o-okay? That’s not going to h-happen,” he assures her, heart pounding. Techie is going to be sick if Lenina must continue her duties as usual.
“I certainly hope so,” she said, whispering a prayer that Hux would listen to Techie’s pleas rather than ignoring them. As much as she admired Armitage, she knew that he could be brutal and cunning, focusing more on his music or the First Order than the welfare of others.
Techie (fearfully, trembling) went to speak with his brother. The door slid open and he met Hux at his desk, taking a deep breath.
An hour passed.
Techie had told Phasma that he’d message her within an hour to let her know what he’d discussed with him, but…
There was nothing but silence.
Phasma waited with baited breath, before setting down her datapad and picking up her comm.
“Techie? Techie, is everything alright? Should I go in there?”
At that very moment, he burst in through the door of their room and grasped her shoulders, eyes wide. “Hux has agreed to let you take l-leave, but there’s a catch…”
Techie swallows hard and looks down. “I have to go off-ship for a few months on an assignment. So… I won’t see our baby’s birth.” He looks devastated, eyes even more red than usual around the rim and bottom lip split from his nervous biting.
She was elated to hear the news, but somehow sad about the other option. “Darling, what if you,” she swallowed hard, “die?”
Obviously, Techie didn’t want to die. But the alternative was much worse. “I’d rather die than have you or our b-baby hurt,” he whispers, cupping Lenina’s cheek in his calloused hand. There’s a glassy look to his eyes that signaled he was close to tears.
“We can always t-talk next time you come, Armitage. I don’t m-mind if you take a nap!” Techie says, a little too quickly to be normal.
There’s something he’s avoiding.
Something big.
Hux noted the quick response and found it just a little suspicious. Was he so tired he turned paranoid? Or was there something to it?
“Do you want me to go, Billy? If you do, I can go…” But the thought still hurt a little.
“N-no!” Techie lurched forward, grabbing Hux’s sleeve to keep him in place, cheeks red. “There’s someth-thing I need to tell you, okay? B-but you have to promise n-not to be mad…”
His eyes were wide and scared; hoping, praying, that his brother would understand what he was about to say.
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[OOC]
Time to be honest here…
Usually I spend all day adulting and get to replying at an ungodly hour of the night. So between replies? I’m passed out 😅
I read the morning’s replies while I get ready for work/class and try to answer ASAP.
The Flowery Munday Meme
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