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“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters

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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.

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“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?”

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“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)

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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.

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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.

“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters

| techiehux

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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.

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“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?]

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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!

I want a baby.

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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.

Techie’s eyes whirred hard like overheated laptop fans, his lips an O. “Oh! Oh! S-stars above!” he squealed, pulling her into a tight embrace while still being careful with her stomach as if touching it might hurt the baby. 

“We’re g-gonna be parents,” Techie cooed, incredulous. He kissed Phasma all over her face and shouted, “Woohoo!!” Let anybody hear him and think he was a nut; Techie didn’t CARE! 

Phasma let out an ecstatic squeal, all her hopes would finally come true! She and Techie would be having a child, and everything would be fabulous! Swept up in the moment, she began to kiss Techie, peppering him with lipstick stains

In between fervid kisses, Techie says, awestruck, “When w-will we know the sex? And names! We need a list of n-names!” He rambles on about his top picks, talking faster and faster until he’s crying with happiness and all that comes out of his mouth are little incredulous squeaks.

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He stops his futile attempt at falling asleep and sits up once more, fixing his quizzical gaze on Nao. “Well, I don’t w-want you to sleep here either! It isn’t very, um, comfortable,” he admits with a sheepish, embarrassed grin.

The next sentence is out before he can properly think it over: “We could j-just share the bed.” Once that thought turns verbal, Techie feels a hot blush bloom from head to toe. How could he SAY that?! Stupid, stupid! You moron, absolute moron!!

His bad habit of blurting things out was something he’d never quite been able to train himself out of.

“Okay, share the bed. Get up, go on.” Her answer is calm, with a lack of anger but she folds her arms and waits for him to make the first move.

‘WHAT the-Share the BED?!? What the HELL are you doing Naomi and WHY are you letting it happen?!’ Internally, she screams at herself. Sharing the bed felt like such an idiotic idea not to mention an embarrassing one but… she hadn’t been close to anyone in years and she wasn’t prepared to make Techie sleep on the floor. Nor was she prepared to forsake the offer of a bed. Sharing was the most logical and she took it but internally she was freaking out probably as much as Techie was.

Techie stands up from his odd half-crouch on the ground and shuffles over to Nao with wide eyes before delicately laying himself over the very edge of the bed. He’s rigid like a plank, not even pulling the covers over himself.

“G-Goodnight, Nao,” he says through gritted teeth. Awkward. Veeery fucking awkward. There will be no sleep for Techie, but hopefully she will be able to catch some shut-eye.

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“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.

Hux stands in the room, not sure what to say. Techie will be sleeping in his bed soon, warm body pressed in the sheets. His brother’s smell will be on his sheets, on the pillows, everywhere.

Hux curls and uncurls his fists to calm himself down. Its similar to when they were kids, yet different at the same time. They had shared a room well into their teens, Hux taking the top bunk and Techie the lower. They were so accustomed to sharing everything, doing everything together.

It made Hux sad to think about it. How little he had kept in contact with Techie when he moved. Yet, at the same time, it was for the best.

Ever since puberty, maybe even before, he had been having lustful thoughts about his twin. Brotherly love began transforming into something more sidious, darker. Even now with something as innocent as Techie sleeping in his bed he was having lustful thoughts, and it sickened him.

Techie would leave and never come back if he knew.

“I have sweatpants you can wear in the dresser, and if you need anything I will be in the living room.” He said, breaking the silence.

As though hypnotized, Techie drifts towards the bed and runs his fingertips over the soft comforter, reverent. Hardly any of Hux’s words got through to him. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and it took all of his willpower to not slide onto the bed and stuff a pillow into his face to try and absorb every little iota of Armitage’s scent.

Instead, he manages to face Hux again and smile, placing the cushion down. “There. A p-personal touch,” he laughs. It probably came out a little breathless.

“Thanks, Armie. I’ll undress and get some sleep, I r-really need it.” He hadn’t consciously taken that suggestive tone on “undress” but hopefully his twin doesn’t notice. Techie knows full well he won’t be sleeping for quite some time once Hux leaves…

Going over to the dresser, he takes out the sweatpants and starts working at the few buttons on his shirt. It won’t affect Hux like it would to me, were the situations reversed, Techie thinks. He’s the pervert, not Armitage.

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“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.