Can you guys reblog this post if you’re alright with other roleplayers politely declining the offer to rp? And if you would prefer this over being ignored?
Author: techiehux
“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.
💋 (could it be Sarah and techies first kiss?)
This is it. Be cool, be cool for once in your goddamn fucking LIFE, Techie! She’s looking at me so differently than before, eyes dropping to my lips and she’s getting closer, holy shit, Sarah’s coming in closer!! What do I do? What if I stab her in the eye with my nose?!
Her lips are so soft. Oh my stars.
Shit! Tilt your head some more, idiot!! Move my lips? Keep them still? I have no idea!!
Tongue! Ohh, there’s some tongue…
She’s pulling away! How did I do? Did my breath stink?! Sarah, please, please tell me I did good!
…
Sarah smiles, takes a breath, and dives in to kiss Techie again.
His heart pounds so loud it drowns out all other (unwelcome) thoughts.
All in all, a very good first kiss!
(And he’s looking forward to all the ones to follow.)
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.
Techie blushes bright pink and tries to hide it under his messy red hair, eyes on the ground. He decides now is as good as later to ask his burning question, especially since Commander Lea seems kind enough.
“Wh-when I was debriefed, I wasn’t given a whole lot of info about this mission… are there any blanks you can fill in f-for me?” Hux had dropped him into this totally defenseless and ill prepared. Possibly this was to remind him that he was only a lowly bug on the Hux pyramid, with himself at the top. Typical.
🎵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.
“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time:
Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest.
Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure.
But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.
It’s obvious he wants her too by the tent in his pants. His pupils are blown open, vulnerable, and he cups her breasts in each hand before nuzzling between them, leaving a trail of gentle love bites in his wake.
“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.
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