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Author: techiehux
send me a ship and i’ll answer:
- who takes longer showers?
- how do they make up after a fight?
- who prefers rain and who prefers sun?
- what’s their favorite place to go together?
- who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen?
- do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?
- who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?
- what’s their nightly routine?
- who’s more likely to burn dinner?
“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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
Mitaka smiles and leans over to kiss him softly. “C-can I ask you something?” He whispers, kissing down Techie’s neck gently as his heat begins to flair up again. He carefully slides into his lap blushing lightly and biting his lip. He swallows and rubs his neck lightly. “I-I don’t want you to get mad..but c-can I get a collar or something? L-like one of t-the pretty ones?” He asks softly.
Techie stills and turns to Dopheld, brows furrowed. “Collar? Y-you really want a collar?” To say he’s shocked would be an understatement.
Slaves wore collars. Techie had just freed him. But…did Dopheld want to be a slave after all? Techie looked hurt and more than a little confused. “Wh-why would you want a collar?”
“I, um, just wanted some c-copper wires,” Techie admits, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “There are these t-tiny figures I like to make with them, b-but I left all of my wire friends behind at Peach Trees.” This is such an embarrassing thing to say! Techie convinces himself that he isn’t a child to be needing his toys, like MaMa used to say before she’d crush them under her heel.
“Oh,” Hux said, looking a little uncomfortable. “I apologize. I didn’t think… I just wanted to get you out of there so badly, I didn’t think of taking the time to let you gather your things. Of course you can have all of the wire you want. Is there anything else I could replace for you?”
“That’s all, really. You’ve d-done more than enough,” Techie mumbles, shy once again. “Going b-back for my stuff was a shitty idea anyway! We’d get our h-heads blown off.”
Techie follows Hux to the door and stands by it, waiting to say goodbye to his brother and have some time to relax by himself. It’s been an eventful few weeks, that’s for sure! But he’s excited to meet everyone else formally, to get assigned his own job, and to meet with Hux as frequently as possible. There’s much catching up to do, years and years worth of it.
Hux wasn’t there too often for the next couple of days. He had a lot of his own work to catch up on, and he mostly made sure Bill’s droid sent him updates, and that he could drop in to chat every day for just a couple of hours.
Until, one day, exhausted from doing his work at all the hours of day and night on top of giving all his free time to Bill, he actually fell asleep in his chair in the middle of their conversation.
Techie had been chattering about his day (mostly small, silly things, but it made him happy that Hux wanted to listen) when Hux suddenly pitched forward and fell asleep on the table.
He jumped up and was ready to panic, but- oh! He was asleep, not hurt. Thank the stars. Techie shrugged off his jacket and placed it gently over his brother’s shoulders.
New friends (closed)
Kylo Ren, in full uniform, mask and hood on, knocked on the door to General Hux’s brother’s room. It was still shocking that Hux had a brother whom he wanted to help. But he was willing to give it a try.
Disheveled and lacking sleep, Techie slunk out of bed and staggered over to the door, typing in the unlock code and watching it whoosh open with glassy, red-rimmed eyes. He hadn’t slept in close to five cycles now, and at any moment he was liable to be knocked over by a stray breeze of recycled air.
When he sees who it is at the door, Techie freezes.
Kylo stared at the man, frozen as well for a moment. The man did not look well, and something inside of him made him feel… Bad for the boy.
“General Hux expressed a wish for us to become acquainted,” he finally said. “Is it a bad time?”
“Ah, n-no,” he replies, unfocused gaze drifting around a spot somewhere behind Ren. “You can…come inside.” Techie shifts to press himself against the doorway, a rather nonsensical way of letting him pass.
Kylo hesitated but entered the room and looked around. He then reached out to take his helmet off. “I do not mean to intimidate you,” he said. “The General told me about your general background. I hope you’re settling in nicely?”
Techie closes the door and stumbles over to sit on the edge of his bed. “Oh, th-thank you… It’s kind of you to ask, Commander Ren.”
For a moment, he debates on whether he should be totally honest. The other techs are cold to him, he doesn’t have any friends yet, and his horrible nightmares keep him up all night.
Techie hesitates for too long; the silence turns awkward.
A Techsma kiss
(AAAA 😍 So cute!!)
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy – Select from the following for my muse to respond to…
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
“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.
“Me n-neither… I don’t usually- uh, ever s-sleep with the people I free.” This had been his first time with anyone. “So, uh…c-congrats! You’re my first.”
Mitaka bites his lip as his eyes begin to water slightly. “A-are you m-mad at me? I-I’m usually n-not like this..n-not even in heat..y-you’re special somehow..” he whispers softly drawing small circles in his chest.
“How could I be m-mad? You’re perfect, Dopheld.” He means every word of it.
Techie’s knot starts to subside and he carefully pulls out, mindful not to hurt his unplanned lover. “I d-did okay, right? I’m a good alpha?” The thought that maybe he screwed up somewhere makes him want to throw up.
Mitaka smiles and nods, gasping softly and clings to him. “You were great dear…” He murmurs and kisses him heatedly. “Best heat I’ve had.” He purrs softly
A quiet sigh of relief is the only sound he makes after their kiss, and Techie closes his eyes, at peace. He’s on the verge of drifting away when suddenly his blood pressure spikes and he sits up.
“Shit! W-we can’t stay here, I forgot!” He hurries to pull his pants on and hops to the front of the ship as he wiggles into the left pant leg. “Dopheld, f-find a seat and strap in. The l-longer we’re here, the more chance I’ll get caught.”
Mitaka whimpers softly and slips Techie’s shirt on before sliding into the copilot seat and buckling in. He looks over at Techie and smiles softly. “W-where are we going?” He asks softly.
“There’s another slave auction on the next p-planet over,” Techie explains quickly, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down slowly to the tip of his nose. He kept the ship’s speed steady and opened a channel. “Visitor’s vessel requesting exit, serial number 177489. Permission?”
There’s a tense silence on the other line…
Then: “Granted.”
“We’re in the clear,” he whispers to Dopheld, relieved. The ship takes off fully and Techie puts in the coordinates.
🎵Oooh, my heart’s on fire/With sweet desire/For romance… [Phasma serenades Techie, Swing AU?]
For their first wedding anniversary, Phasma promised Techie something really special. Of course he had no idea what it could be; she made sure of that! So he’d been cleaning his saxophone early that morning when, out of nowhere, he hears a familiar sound in the distance:
“Oooh, my heart’s on fire, with sweet desire, for romance…”
Techie’s heart leaps into his throat. Phasma is singing to him! But where is her voice coming from? He strains to hear, yet the wind proves tricky.
Despite not being a singer, Techie gets an idea and sings his reply to her in a clear, loud voice:
“I’m here, beloved, but where must I go?”
(It’s a good thing he doesn’t write any songs for the band.)
She sings a simple note and holds it for an astoundingly long time until Techie manages to locate where it’s coming from and pulls her into a hug. “If you wanted me to come see you, you sh-should have just asked,” Techie smiles, and peppers her face with kisses.
Phasma lets out a relieved sigh, and holds Techie close to her. “Sweetheart, I’m glad you made it. I’m so excited for this evening, I can’t stand it!” She punctuated it with a kiss on his cheek, watching his freckled nose scrunch up adorably.
“This is the night we’ve been waiting for, love. At last, Ren and Armitage would not just be the only ones to have a duet. And darling,” she said, kissing him sweetly, “you’ll play the best out of all of them. I know this.”
He’s probably not as excited about the actual concert as Lenina is. Techie is much more interested in receiving her praise and fond touches, so while she enthusiastically chatters about their duet, he let’s his mind wonder until he sees an image with perfect clarity:
The two of them onstage, the duet has ended. They’re both red-cheeked and sweating. Techie drops to his knees and recreates his proposal; this time around with a necklace. She’ll love it!
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