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Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

It was odd that he hadn’t seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.

Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
“ I’m coming in.” He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasn’t even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didn’t know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldn’t smell techies rut.

Techie’s sharp inhale of shock doesn’t help the situation. Matt’s own smell is seeping into everything Techie owns; his sheets, his clothes, his heated skin. It’s all too much. The warm hand palming at his cock sends a spark of desperate need up his spine, curved in as it is to make himself smaller.

“Matt, Mattie, oh stars-” His mech eyes whirr and dilate even further until there’s hardly any blue left to his irises, just an inky black void that threatens to suck Matt right in. Techie leans forward and rests his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of his neck and breathing, kissing. He smells divine, dizzyingly magnetic, and Techie wraps his arms around his best friend’s neck and drags him back onto the bed. 

“You want this, w-with me? You’re sure?” This isn’t normal. Two alphas, together? Was Matt in rut, too? Well… Who was Techie to leave his Mattie in such a state? Stigma be damned. They’d make it work against the odds. 

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techiehux:

He shakes his head, thinking. “Can I… Can I try first? If all else f-fails, we can bring in the big guns later. I just. This is s-something that I feel like should be done by her family.” It seems less impersonal that way.

“She’s going to l-love us, Armie. Something tells me so,” he says, gazing down fondly at his empty drink as if it held all the answers. “I’m s-sure of it.”

The rest of the evening passed by in peace; the brothers bonded until late and then retired to their own quarters. But Techie’s mind was in overdrive. He made plans, rounded up leads, calculated probabilities until even his mech eyes got tired and he fell asleep, datapad clutched to his chest like a prize.

In the morning, he’d report his modest findings to Hux.

New friends (closed)

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temptedbythelight:

techiehux:

Techie wipes sweat from his forehead and tilts his head down, coy, other hand on the back of his neck. “While I’m t-totally sincere, h-have you considered that I’m aiming for another kiss with my, er, flattery?”

“I… No, it didn’t occur to me,” he said, surprised, and then leaned forward to kiss him lightly, almost shyly.

Feeling positively euphoric, like he’s on cloud nine, Techie sighs into the kiss and presses their chests flush together. His lips are a little chapped, but they brush over Kylo’s so very softly.

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

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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’s cock twitches with interest. “Sure, l-love,” he whispers, transfixed by the soft skin so easily exposed. His hand slips under Dopheld’s pants, running his fingertips teasingly over his feverishly hot cock. Meanwhile, Techie gasps when his omega wiggles back onto him and grinds his arousal on the curve of Dopheld’s ass.

Hi, Mattie… There’s something I want to ask you.

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”

He flushes bright pink and bites at his bottom lip. “Okay. We’ll g-go slow, Mattie. I promise,” Techie says, cupping Matt’s cheek in his warm hand. “We’ll have a ch-chaste courtship,” he laughs, fighting a grin. “But I want you to know this: no m-matter what, I love you. You won’t k-kriff anything up with me.”

💊

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techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

“The… records?” Techie presses his lips into a thin line while his sluggish mind thinks. There was a very real possibility that they’d made a mistake; Techie’s twin brother, Armitage, was often mistaken for him. ‘Wh-what name did the records have?”

Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

It was odd that he hadn’t seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.

Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
“ I’m coming in.” He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasn’t even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didn’t know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldn’t smell techies rut.

His eyes whirred loud and focused on Matt’s face. Everything about him is unbearably gorgeous; that strong nose that he aches to kiss, his big, expressive brown eyes. Soft, plush lips. 

“Help me? H-How?” Techie is eager and yet terrified for the answer. He needs Matt to touch him, rid him of these clothes before he burns up or bursts out of his skin.

>Foxglove speaking< How are your wounds? Do you need anything?

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techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

This kind of situation hardly ever ended “fine” but he’d take a deep breath, relax. Leave this in Foxglove’s capable hands and hope for the best. Take another deep breath, just in case.

“Thank y-you, Foxglove. You’ve b-been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and I… I don’t underst-tand why. I’m just a grunt.” He shifted his face towards the ground, staring at his own shoes. They weren’t the same ratty old sneakers he’d come in with; Foxglove had provided newer ones (with no holes!)

“I want to help you,” Techie says, determined. “Do s-something big!”

Um. So. Remember that time you dropped your glasses in my room? Did you see… what was under the bed?

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

techiehux:

ask-matttheradartechnician:

“Oh I’m ah kriff ah um shit…” there was no need pretending matt knew techie knew that he had gotten a hard on.
“ your box of um dildos?”

“Y-Yeah. If you… l-like any, you can borrow them… I can sh-show you my, uh. Collection.”

Matt’s cheeks flushed at techies words. He forced himself to not pop a boner at his boyfriends offer.

“ um ah kriff really?”

Techie perks up. “S-Sure! Why not?” He can’t stop smiling despite how anxious he feels, but Matt’s presence always steadies him. “C’mon,” he says, taking Matt’s hand in his and leading him to his room.