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| techiehux

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.

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

| techiehux

smallbeanfromspace:

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.

@techiehux

Mesmerized, Techie slipped a single digit inside and gasped as if he, himself, was being fingered. Dopheld was velvety soft and rapidly growing wet; the slick slid down Techie’s fingers and onto his palm. A ragged breath brought him back to reality; it had slipped past his own lips. 

Slowly, building his confidence up, he moved in and out of Dopheld, gaze flickering between his face to gauge his reaction and to the spot where they were connected. Techie was transfixed. Yet, he couldn’t ignore his painfully erect cock; it strained against the thin, coarse fabric of his pants and he found himself thrusting up to seek sweet friction with Dopheld.

| techiehux

The minute Hux was safely out of sight, Techie slumped against the couch and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He’d been two seconds away from grabbing his perfectly coiffed hair and dragging Armitage up to his lips for a scorching kiss… or down, to press flush against his cock…

 Techie groaned and mentally reassured himself, “Tonight, when you’re alone, you can jack off. Hold out for a little bit longer!” but it didn’t settle the steady flame that burned bright in between his legs and quickened his pulse.

Movement from the bathroom snapped Techie out of his reverie. He righted his clothes and directed a toothy, if not very convincing, grin towards his twin. “Thank you! I f-f-fu- I mean, I feel m-much better.”

He couldn’t stop his (a little bit starved) gaze from sliding to Armitage’s crotch. It was hypnotic.

| techiehux

behindxthexlight:

techiehux:

behindxthexlight:

@techiehux

If there was anything Mehan didn’t like about her position, it was the away missions. She’d prefer to remain on base, but sometimes it was a luxury. Today she and a small company were traveling to Naboo to investigate possible Resistance sympathizers. Sure, it would be a nice change of scenery, but something about the Naboo made her uneasy.

She was currently sat in the common area of the ship, legs crossed, eyes closed, looking for any sign of danger through the Force. It was extremely difficult to focus with so many people, however, so she quickly got frustrated. If she was going to do this, she’d have to meditate. Alone.

Lea noticed a red haired man a few feet away from her, and she could have sworn she’d seen him before. Before she could stop herself, she began to see him through the Force.

It was common knowledge that General Hux could not play favorites. So, despite his aching eyes and stiff knee joints, the youngest Hux found himself shuffling towards the common area of a mission-bound ship, lips curled down in a frown.

His (personal) debriefing had gone like this: Hux handed him a datapad with his private com channel preloaded on it, then said, “Watch the personnel. Report back often. That is all.”

And it really was all; The brothers were not close. His disappointment and naive hope that they’d one day grow closer were at the forefront of his mind.

It was this thought that he unknowingly broadcast to Mehan as he entered the commons and looked around, curling in on himself as if he could disappear.

She signaled for the man to join her. As head of the operation she was obligated to know her crew mates, and now seemed an appropriate time to begin her socialization.

“Commander Lea”, she said, offering her hand to shake. “And you are?”

Mehan stufied him, her eyes softening in an attempt to put him at ease. He projected nervousness, and part of her wondered what he was hiding– or attempting to anyway. He seemed almost kind; she didn’t want to disrupt that.

“Um. My n-name is William, but everyone calls me Techie. It’s nice to meet you, C-Commander.” He takes her hand and gives it a shake, grip on the loose side despite his calloused and work-torn hands. “I’m the. Uh, the other H-Hux,” he admits, and cringes.

Right about now would be when the comparisons start. “You? A HUX?” and “Hmph. All the good stuff went to the General, eh?”; Those kinds of comments.

He’d gotten used to them, or so he told himself. The hours staring at himself in a mirror, near tears as he dissected his faults, didn’t count.

The softer slant to her eyes eased some of the tension in his shoulders all the same.

| techiehux

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

techiehux:

“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.)

He moans again, against Techies neck, and bites down hard along his shoulder. Then he looks up in to his eyes. “You want that?” He offers.

Then he crawls down, pulling Techie’s underwear down as he went. “You gotta share first though,” he grins, then licks the tip of Techies now exposed cock before taking him completely into his mouth, humming with satisfaction.

“Oh FUCK,” Techie gasps, the warm heat of Kylo’s mouth sending his thoughts into a tailspin. “Th-That’s so good, so fucking good, ah-! Hah-”

The noises he makes are so needy and embarrassing that Techie raises his free hand to press the back of it against his lips, trying to choke back the whines and keens and pleading.

Kylo’s hums send vibrations straight down his cock, and Techie bucks helplessly up into his tight, slick throat to seek more. “Kylo, oh my stars, K-Kylo-”

| techiehux

askarmitagehux:

techiehux:

techiehux:

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…”

Techie wouldn’t mind if Ren bit him…

The naughty thought flickered over his face for a moment before he covered it up with a neutral expression. His pink cheeks gave him away no matter what, though!

“Wh-what does Commander Ren do, exactly?”

Hux looked at his brother closely.

“I am not sure anyone really
even knows. He is a sort of mystic. Deals with the Force more than I am
willing to indulge. But our Supreme Leader sees immense value in him,”
he explained. “He usually wears a dark helmet and a hood to make himself
seem more intimidating. Do you want me to arrange for him to meet with
you to make sure he’s playing nice?”

“That s-sounds good,” Techie says, trying to stifle the smile that threatens to break out on his lips. Ren does not seem to wish him harm… maybe another visit will prove him an ally? The silly, sudden infatuation Techie now has with Kylo Ren is probably the result of an affection-starved optimist hell-bent on having a happy ending with all the stops. (He knows this, he knows, but still he hopes.)

“Can we go see my room n-now? And…can I request s-something for it?” There’s a few little things he’d like to own in order to settle in smoothly.

| techiehux

variousvillains:

CONTINUED FROM HERE

While going to a First Order area wasn’t wise to begin with, the tavern was the only place on the planet, nearby enough to get a drink.

“Not you, darlin’.” The hooded, pale, humanoid grinned, showing off sharp fangs which seemed to grow. The petty officer that reeked of alcohol stood up, somehow still courageous enough to go against the cloaked figure.

The cloaked figure concealed his hands behind his back, where nobody would truly be able to tell what he was doing. Then the man abruptly dropped down, and crawled to the dark & purple-scarlet robed figure.

“Oh, please, my lord, please forgive me! I am a mere mortal who likes being cuckolded by strangers! Please forgive me for asking such filth of you, amazing lord.” pleaded the petty officer, being forced to apologize in front of everyone what he propositioned the other.

The cloaked being chuckled. “Very well then, dear. You make good atonement, It seems I’ll have to forgive you.” Then the cloaked man’s hands went back to his hips, giggling; the male on the floor coughed harshly, highly mortified.

@techiehux

Hux’s tense, protective stance relaxed even as his fingers, interlaced with his little brother’s, tightened their grip. He lost interest as soon as it was clear that Techie was not the target of any harrassment.

Techie, on the other hand, blushed a bright pink at his mistake. Years of catcalls and insults slung his way by coworkers trained him to believe every harsh word was meant for him.

He watched the spectacle with a mix of horror, shock, and intrigue. The cloaked man had made the officer say that? “The Force, Armitage,” he whispered to him, eyes still locked on the spluttering officer. “I think it w-was the Force.” The awe and fear in his voice was clear.

Armitage Hux gave Techie a humorless smile, perhaps on alert still. He curled further around his brother. Hux knew too much of the Force and it’s effects, thanks to his impulsive Co-Commander.

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

| techiehux

smallbeanfromspace:

techiehux:

smallbeanfromspace:

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.

@techiehux

Techie is getting aroused just from this alone. It’s been so long since he’s slept with anyone, and Dopheld is looking at him like he’s a divine delight served up on a silver platter. He looks all over for a moment and then crashes their lips together.

“I f-feel it too,” he confesses against Dopheld’s mouth, his body warm and tingling all over. Why does he smell so fucking delicious?

Techie drags him into his ship and pulls Dopheld over him like a blanket, kissing and nibbling on the smooth, pale skin of his neck.

Mitaka mewls softly and spreads his legs. He wraps his legs around Techie and blushes lightly. He kisses him headedly clutching his shoulders. “P-please.. want you.. “ he begs softly. He runs his fingers through the beautiful locks and rocks his hips up against techie’s.

“Hah! N-nn,” Techie gasps, eyes squeezed shut. This pleasure was overwhelming; he’d never had anything like it!

As far as Alphas went, Techie knew he was not a good one. Alphas were usually big and strong, not meek and skinny. His ruts were weak and uninterested at best, and his knowledge of Omegas (or even sex in general) was… severely lacking, at best.

“Dopheld,” he panted, suddenly scared. “I don’t know wh-what I’m doing!” Was this Dopheld’s heat? What was he supposed to do? What WASN’T he supposed to do?

| techiehux

alpha-hux:

techiehux:

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.

“ Is this ok?” Hux askes, noticing Techie’s Red face. He places his hands on Techie’s hips to stop his trembling. Was his brother that embarassed to show his wounds? Or did he find being exposed around Hux inappropriate? They were grown men now, not little kids. It didn’t help that seeing Techie’s soft stomach and exposed hips was making him think lude thoughts.

Grabbing the ointment, Hux smoothed it over the welted skin, hand going lower until his own cheeks were as red as Techie’s.

He could do this. It was just a simple ointment application. No need to become pervey and scare Techie away.

“I…uh…need you to lower the waistband of…your underwear a little bit.” He said, trying to keep his voice even.

There was no helping it; Techie’s dick started to stir. He slipped his boxers the slightest bit down, exposing the trail of ginger hairs from his navel down to the end of his V, that inevitably led to…

He locked eyes with Hux.

Lowered the hem an inch more, revealing the top of his thick, ginger curls. “Do I… lower it f-further?” His intense gaze, coupled with the deepening of his voice and bitten lower lip, was a deadly combination. Techie felt hot all over. Any more of this thick, heated tension and he’d pop a full erection.

Heaven help him! Techie knew he was a sick, sick man.