okay because im genuinely curious, can you tell me ( anon or not ) what my reputation is in the rp community? this encompasses what my reputation is in my fandom, as well as/or my reputation in the community as a whole. can be positive or negative, for constructive criticism is HIGHLY appreciated, just as compliments are. pls and thank u.
Author: techiehux
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall
Angry
- “Make me.”
- “I dare you.”
- “Bite me.”
- “You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
- “Wanna bet?”
- “If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
- “Prove it.”
- “What’s in it for me?”
- “If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
- “Oh, well fuck me, then.”
- “Shut up!”
“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
- “I wish we weren’t out in public…”
- “Wow, you’re really strong.”
- “Wanna go for a ride?”
- “You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
- “Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
- “Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
- “You have really nice fingers…”
- “Are we going downtown?”
- “You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
- “That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
- “What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
- “Do you have to eat it like that?”
- “Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
- “Hey, stop biting your lip…”
- “Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
- “You’re standing a little close to me…”
- “Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
- “Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
- “I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”
“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.
The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!
Mitaka whimpers softly and presses his face into Techie’s shirt. “I-i want y-you…want t-to be c-claimed by you b-but you don’t w-want me..”
An electric shock shoots up Techie’s spine, and he unconsciously tightens his protective hold on him, eyes fluttering closed for a split second before they open wide in surprise. “Um! W-woah!! You are s-super handsome and ridiculously at-attract-t-tive but I d-don’t sleep with the people I free from slavery! It, uh, d-doesn’t really send the r-right message-”
His cheeks were a cherry red and his eyes focused anywhere but on Dopheld. Techie’s hands lifted off him and then hovered over for a moment, unsure of what do with them. “P-please, don’t cry Dopheld. There’s a whole w-world waiting you you out there! Wh-why settle for little old m-me?” He shoots him a lopsided grin, almost pleading: don’t tempt me…
Mitaka sobs softly. “Y-you aren’t like everyone else! W-we have t-this connection…I-I felt it when you a-approached me..” he moves closer to Techie. “N-no one h-has to k-know that you freed m-me..” he practically begs.
He whimpers and presses himself against his body. “P-please…” he strokes techie’s face his eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.
The closer Dopheld got to him, the easier he lost himself to the thick, sweet smell that hung over him like fog. Dazed, Techie struggled sluggishly to escape his grasp until he launched himself forward to press their lips together in a chaste kiss.
Techie pulls away quickly, before he can get <i> too </i> into it. “That’s all I c-can do with you,” he whispers, eyes glued to Dopheld’s lips.
“H-have me then,” Techie says invitingly, raking his nails over Ren’s overheated skin. He wraps his legs around his waist and hitches his skinny hips up to rub against Ren’s lap. Red hair spread out like a halo but smiling like a sinner, Techie hums with pleasure and licks the shell of Ren’s ear.
The question makes Techie pause. There isn’t much that turns him off, honestly. Even the sick, sick things MaMa did to him ended up twisting into secret, hushed kinks that he buries deep down.
He settles on: “Do wh-whatever you want!” With a sly wink, he pushes Ren’s underwear down and slips his fingers under the fabric.
Kylo…feels like he gets the idea. Some whisper that was loud enough inTechies mind to break through to him with no resistance. This…could be good or bad.
The slight chill of Techie’s fingers makes him gasp and buck into his hand again. In response he bites down on his shoulder, moving along the muscle of his neck, sucking hard at least once or twice. Trying to claim him as best a human could.
He gives a breathy little gasp and grins at the thought of those pretty bruises Kylo is leaving all over him like a man possessed. Techie pulls any and all fabric out of the way until it’s just Kylo’s thick cock exposed, and his mouth waters at the feel of it; hot, wanting, in his palm.
His own arousal throbs and Techie’s need spikes, wiggling against Kylo to seek that sweet friction once more. He thinks he’d even be content to frot against him like a horny teenager until they both came! (That could be the desperation talking, though.)
SHIT!
Techie smiles as if doing so is a piece of cake and not a ticking fucking bomb. It feels plastic and too wide on his lips.
As he removes his shirt completely, exposing his pale, bruised skin inch by inch, Techie shivers and fixes his gaze just over his twin’s head. The instant their eyes meet, Armitage will know . Techie’s face has always been marvelously expressive, and it routinely comes back to bite him in the ass.
Next are his pants; the hardest part. Trembling hands sink to his belt buckle, mouth dry as he imagines doing the same action but under very different circumstances. He has to take a deep breath, however loud it may be, to try and will down his fledgling erection.
“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.
The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!
Mitaka whimpers softly and presses his face into Techie’s shirt. “I-i want y-you…want t-to be c-claimed by you b-but you don’t w-want me..”
An electric shock shoots up Techie’s spine, and he unconsciously tightens his protective hold on him, eyes fluttering closed for a split second before they open wide in surprise. “Um! W-woah!! You are s-super handsome and ridiculously at-attract-t-tive but I d-don’t sleep with the people I free from slavery! It, uh, d-doesn’t really send the r-right message-”
His cheeks were a cherry red and his eyes focused anywhere but on Dopheld. Techie’s hands lifted off him and then hovered over for a moment, unsure of what do with them. “P-please, don’t cry Dopheld. There’s a whole w-world waiting you you out there! Wh-why settle for little old m-me?” He shoots him a lopsided grin, almost pleading: don’t tempt me…
mutual: has rarely if ever spoken to me but consistently likes my text posts
me: i would die for you
Techie gave a quiet sigh of relief. Threat neutralized?
He peeked out from behind Hux and waved awkwardly, more than a little shy. The co-commander, Kylo Ren, was muscular and, though not conventionally attractive, was still handsome in his own way. Techie gulped. It was more than fear that made his heart race!
“H-hello, Commander Ren…”
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