I miss Tech. I know you might not be able to write for awhile and I get that. If you feel up to it though could you please write a fic where Tech is able to come to Pabu after tantis and finds out the Marauder is gone. Maybe reader (platonic/aromantic) comforts him with hugs and memories tks
Hello! I have some pretty strong feelings about Tech and how we still didn't see him in the entire last third of The Bad Batch. Here is hoping he will come home soon. And in manifestation of this....
Tech x GN!Reader
Warnings: Mention of injuries, but nothing explicit. No indication of whether Tech was CX-2 or not. Tech lives, obviously!
You sat on the landing pad near the ocean. It was empty now, but the last few remnants of the Marauder were only recently removed. In the rush to get to Tantiss, the people of Pabu did their best to help clean up the mess from the explosion while Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair left with Phee. You were among them, trying to grab whatever you could and sort through anything that you felt the brothers would want to keep. There wasn't much. Thankfully Gonky, Lula, Tech's goggles and various pieces of armor were already removed when the ship exploded. You did, however, manage to find and keep one thing.
You smiled to yourself as you looked down at the yoke and the lever used to jump to hyperspace.
"You recovered it?" Tech asked as he approached.
"I did," you replied with a smile. "I thought you might want to keep it."
Tech sat next to you with a flinch and sighed.
"You okay?" you asked.
"I'm better today." He was still healing, but mostly there. His family had waited until he was better to tell him about the Marauder. He didn't take it well, although he tried to insist it was merely a ship that could be replaced. You all knew better, but it was Tech's way to try to process the information.
Tech reached for the yoke and you gladly gave it to him. He held it in his hands as he had done hundreds of times while piloting the ship. It fit his grip perfectly.
"I requested this particular part," he said. "I requested the modifications to the Marauder. I was nine, but argued that since they felt we were nearly ready for battle, we should be able to get the best equipment. They made some of the modifications, but I made most of them. Even the ones they deemed unnecessary."
He reached for the lever and you handed it to him. He felt so natural holding these pieces, yet they were less familiar since they were no longer attached to anything.
"What was it like when you first flew the Marauder?" you asked.
Tech fondly smiled and answered, "The training simulations were not adequate, but I adapted quickly."
He grimaced, now faced with the thought that he would never fly his ship again. He would never have that home again. He took in a breath. Things changed, but he wasn't alone. He made it to Pabu, their new home. He put the yoke and lever aside and tried to smile at you. You opened your arms to invite him in for a hug if he wanted it. He didn't hesitate. He'd been separated from his family and friends for so long. He rested his head against yours and you held each other. While he wasn't usually one to cry, a few tears trickled down his face.
"I cannot explain why I feel this way. I'm home. We lived. I should only feel gratitude."
"It's okay, Tech," you reassured. "Sometimes I can't put my finger on my feelings, but I simply feel them. We're all built a little different. Besides, you survived a terrible fall. It takes a toll on your body, including your exceptional mind."
He nodded and took in a deep breath. You held him a little closer and waited for him to feel ready to let go. You stayed up with him and watched the ocean while he spent the night telling you all kinds of stories about flying and the modifications he wanted to make on a new ship.
Thank you for lending an ear to listen even if I just kinda showed up. I really appreciate it. I've actually been reading through some of your other stories and they're very good (I adore the fae works!).
When it comes to Wilbur, I'm just. Very disappointed and upset. Of course I support Shubble and am glad she spoke out, it's very important and I'm glad that it's encouraged others to come forward with their own stories of abuse at the hands of large creators. At the same time though part of me wishes she hadn't said anything, so I could have continued as I was, in blissful ignorance, even if I feel really guilty for thinking like that.
It just saddens me that someone I looked up to so much ended up being this horrible person. It makes me worried that I too am bad, that somehow he has imprinted his awfulness unto me. I used to be horrible too. I like to think I've grown as a person, I was only a kid, but have I? Or was being drawn to Wilbur a sign? Like attracting like?
Y'know, I used to say that my hair style goals were how Wilbur's hair is, and recently I got a haircut. When I took a shower earlier it ended up floofing up in a similar way to his. I don't know how to feel about that. Maybe I should style it differently, even though I like the floof. I don't want to be even a little reminiscent of an abuser.
I am reminiscent of him though, in ways I can't change. I used to feel so seen by him, we're both song writers, and hypochondriacs, and I wanted to be him so badly I would cry. I would cry because he was everything I desperately craved to be as an insecure transmasc, an attractive guy with a beautiful voice and an amazing life. And now he's horrible, and probably always has been, and all of my memories of him are tainted.
I hate that I can't listen to Lovejoy anymore. It feels unfair to the other band members. It isn't their fault Wilbur is awful, and yet I'm taking away a source of their income. I know I'm taking away from Wilbur too, but he's only one person out of the group. Maybe that's just me giving an excuse so that I won't have to stop enjoying their music. It doesn't matter, I can't stomach listening to them anymore anyways.
I keep getting songs from YCGMA stuck in my head. It's like now that I can't listen to it anymore my brain has decided to fuck with me by making me listen to it anyways. I can't even justify listening to that album, that's just Wilbur's music. I was going to cover a song from that album for fun. Now I can't.
Is it bad I still find comfort in Wilbur as a character? C!Tommy is my favorite, but C!Wilbur is almost always a huge part of any C!Tommy story and I love C!Wilbur stories too. I know C! ≠ CC! but I just. It's complicated.
Idek why I'm this upset. I haven't been an avid watcher of anyone in the DSMP in at least over a year. If anything this whole thing has brought me back into the fandom more than I have been in ages. I feel bad about that, but also this situation has introduced me to people like Aimsey, whose content I'm seeing more of and I find myself enjoying.
I've also found more great DSMP fics lately in my quest to binge read them before the mass deletions start. Is it bad to find good things in a bad situation?
I'm sorry for the lack of put togetherness and the length of this ask. I promise I'm usually more coherent and to the point.
-Tech (just call me Tech like a name, "tech anon" feels weird heh)
hey tech, sorry for a bit of a late reply I've been busy the past few days
(sorry about the 'tech anon' thing, it's just a habit since that's how I refer to most of my anons. I'm going to still tag your ask as tech anon though just for my tagging system if that's okay)
I'm so glad you like the fae stories!! I'm still so proud of both of those looking back on them
anyway, yeah, I get that. I get the guilty wish that none of this had ever come out so you could just continue to go on in blissful ignorance. when someone learns something very upsetting, it's only natural to feel like you wish you never learned that. you don't need to feel guilty for that. you're not a bad person for your emotional reactions to things. your actions are what matters.
also, you are in no way a bad person because you were drawn to wilbur's content. the persona wilbur put on for the internet was not representative of who he actually was. you were drawn to the facade. an illusion of the person wilbur could've been, if he actually practiced the things he preached. you said you used to be a bad person, but you've changed. the fact that you are worried at all that you might still be bad shows a level of self-awareness and concern that wilbur apparently did not have. because wilbur was aware he was a bad person and treated the people around him terribly, but he didn't care to try and be better. as long as you're trying to be better, you're already leagues ahead of him.
also, regarding the hair, the floofy fringe is an incredibly common haircut. that is not exclusive to wilbur soot. you do not look like him if your hair does the floof similarly to his, it just makes you look like thousands of other dudes with fluffy fringe.
the day after shelby first streamed I had an MSR song stuck in my head and I hated it so much. it really sucks. you just have to try and drown it out with other music
it's not hypocritical at all to still find comfort in c!wilbur. I know it's complicated, and there's so much discussion I could get into as to why it's so complicated, but we can all separate the guy and the character in our heads. there's no reason to feel guilty about that. and there's also nothing bad about finding good in this situation. I think it's really sweet that you've found so many great fics in this time and I'm so glad you've been getting comfort from them. you're appreciating the authors hard work and that's a good thing! you don't need to feel bad about that
Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mutual masturbation, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex, facial (kind of by accident), strong feelings and moment of embarrassment
A/N: established relationship, but first time together, and Tech’s first time, I hope I did okay I don’t know guys
There are two versions of this story. The M!Reader version can be found here.
Tech had never felt a strong need for sex or relationships of a romantic nature, but things changed as he got to know you. You had to make the first move, telling him how you felt and asking if he felt the same. Once the conversation was initiated, he smiled a little shyly, but confirmed that he did indeed feel the same. In fact, he was so in love with you, he didn’t know where to begin. Although he kissed you first, asking permission one evening while holding your hands as the sun went down, you were the one to initiate the discussion about adding further layers of closeness to the relationship. Tech had never considered himself a cuddler before, but it was different with you. He was able to rest much better when he was touching you in some way. You were also the first one to bring up the topic of sex. Tech was very proactive in his research and asked many questions about what to expect when being sexually intimate. His questions were both general and specific to you. He had never done this before, but was “excited about the prospect” and his desire to learn as much as possible beforehand left you feeling safe and cared for. The two of you decided not to make a date of it, choosing instead to take your time and see how things developed, proceeding when it felt right.
You found yourselves messing around in your shared bunk one morning while the others were gone. Laying side-by-side, you started leaving little kisses along Tech’s jawline and down his neck to his collarbone.
“I love when you do that,” he said.
You smiled and hummed against his skin as he ran his hand down your arm and interlaced his fingers with yours. He brought your hand up and kissed it.
“Tech,” you asked with a grin.
“Yes?”
“We’re going to be alone for at least a couple hours. Would you like to try going further?”
He kissed your hand again and pushed his goggles back into place. “Yes,” he replied. “I would like that. My body is already having a strong reaction to you. Although, perhaps we hold off on penetration for now.”
You nodded and ran your hand firmly up and down his arm, grounding him, and he continued. “I find the idea of mutual masturbation very appealing.”
You kissed his wonderful lips and whispered, “So do I.”
“In that case,” he replied, “I am going to set an extra alarm so that we will have ample warning should the others return early.” He kissed your forehead, got up, and hurried to the door of the ship. You heard a switch click near the door and some buttons on his datapad. You smiled to yourself. An extra precaution like this seemed very Tech.
He came back to the bunk, sat on the opposite side of the bed, and smiled. You sat up and moved toward him, caressing his face and kissing him deeply. You felt him hum as your tongues moved together like telling gentle secrets. His hands moved up and down your back over your shirt before he pulled away slightly to ask if he could remove it. You nodded. He tugged your shirt off and lifted his arms so you could take his off. Your lips found each other again and you could swear you could feel your hearts beating together.
You knew he would ask permission at every step. Ever communicative and you loved that about him.
“Tech, can we just… let’s get naked.”
“Yes.” He immediately started taking his pants off and you laughed a little at his eagerness and started helping him. In no time you were lying next to each other, completely undressed, slowing the tempo as much as you could, sensing his nerves and some of your own. You rubbed his back and traced a path down to his ass. He let out a contented sigh and copied the movement on you. It was as if his fingertips wanted to memorize every little aspect of your body. You could feel his hard cock twitch against you in anticipation. You cupped his face and kissed him, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the faint taste of caf.
You stopped briefly and searched his face. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I am ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I want this too.”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, lifting your leg and laying it on his hip to give him access and taking his length in your hand. Tech nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath at your touch. You kissed him and his hand reached down, gently touching your folds. He moved closer to your entrance and moved your slick around, circling your clit. His cock felt amazing, so hard, soft skin in your hand and the way he worked you over felt almost reverent.
He tried to take a steadying breath and managed, “It is better than I imagined.”
You simply kissed him in response, wanting him to feel as good as possible. You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his breathing to hitch, before slightly changing the movement as you pumped his cock.
“This okay,” you asked.
“It feels immensely pleasurable,” he responded.
He started tracing new patterns on your clit and massaged two fingers between your folds before returning to your clit. You both started moving a little faster, finding a rhythm that left you both moaning softly and with your hearts racing. The pace was interrupted. Tech’s orgasm crept up on him quickly and he came in your hand. His gasp was immediately followed by panic. He stopped, desiring to escape his embarrassment at finishing so soon, his face flushed red, he turned away, and sat up on the edge of the bed.
“I am sorry,” he said. His voice was shaky and any rejection you may have felt was surpassed by your desire to help him feel secure and loved.
“Tech you have nothing to be sorry for.” You quickly cleaned off your hand before reaching out and touching his arm. “Don’t leave. It’s okay.”
He slowly turned toward you and you pulled him back into your arms. You held him for a few minutes and felt him start to relax again.
“The point is for it to feel good,” you said softly, kissing his temple and holding him close. He rolled his eyes and you felt some relief at the sign of him shaking off his insecurity.
“I know that,” he replied. “I did not think I would ejaculate so quickly.”
You kissed his temple again. “It’s your first time. That’s very normal.” You laid together, lightly touching each other.
After several minutes he stated, “You have not finished though.” You could see him thinking. “May I try something?”
You answered in the affirmative. He sat next to you, kneeling over your heat as you laid on your back and moved your legs apart for him. He paused, looking at you to see if there was any hesitation. When you nodded, he began licking your folds, satiating his curiosity for how you would taste. Your heartbeat quickened at the sight. His warm mouth on you caused you to let out a series of little moans. He licked circles around your clit, then tried sucking on it, and reached to caress one of your breasts. When you gasped, he made sure to give the other one attention, rolling his thumb around your nipple as his tongue rolled around your clit. It sent fire through your body. The way he looked at you, trying different touches to see what you liked made you feel an extra layer of vulnerability and at the same time it was such a turn on.
He settled on a steady rhythm with his tongue, trying to keep it simple and not overthink it, but paused to ask, “Would you like me to continue or change what I am doing?”
“Can you add a finger? Inside.”
He kissed your clit and started circling it with his tongue again while slowly inserting a finger into your hole. You clenched around it immediately as he dragged it in and out. Now that he found a rhythm, all your muscles tensed in anticipation.
“I’m close,” you mumbled as you felt heat rising through your body.
Tech kissed your clit again and whispered, “Good.” He continued delighting your senses, reaching over again to play with one of your nipples. You let out a soft moan and came. He drew out all the pleasure he could from you before coming up to lay next to you. He left little kisses on your face, laying with you as you caught your breath.
It soon became apparent that Tech was ready for another round, offering an almost immediate opportunity to help him get more enjoyment out of his first time and worry less about performance. You looked down at him and then licked your lips, again looking into his eyes. He blushed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Would you like to see what it feels like,” you whispered, kissing his earlobe, “Having you in my mouth?”
He nodded quickly and a breathy, “yes” came out just before you gently pushed him on his back. You tried taking your time, kissing a trail down his chest before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him in your mouth. As he hit the back of your throat you hummed and watched his head roll back on the pillow. You started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing your head and cradling his balls. His hips started to thrust against you just slightly. You smiled, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to whimper.
He stopped thrusting and you could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make this time last longer. You took him out of your mouth and started pumping his length. When you reached up to run your hand along his chest, he held it in his own.
“Don’t hold back, Tech,” you softly encouraged. “Just enjoy it.”
You licked the underside of his length a few times before continuing to pump him, resting your cheek along the head of his cock and looking at his beautiful face as he watched you work him. He started to thrust his hips into your hand slightly and you opened your mouth so the head could move against the flat of your tongue.
“I am clo-,” He came with a shudder. His spend landed on your cheek, lips, and hand. You licked the corner of your mouth a little and his eyes grew wide. You could tell that seeing you like this awakened something in him.
You crawled up along his body as he let out panting breaths, trying to regain his composure. You looked at him with all the love in your heart and he started to relax. He reached for a washcloth and gently cleaned your face off before kissing you.
“That was wonderful,” he said. “You are amazing. Perfect, and I love you so.”
“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his.
You did not stay like that for long. The moment Tech looked at the chrono, he worried the others would be along soon and catch you.
You knew he would be worried and already had a suggestion. “Let’s gather everything that needs washing, throw it in the laundry, grab some clean clothes, and shower together.”
“Yes,” he replied. “An excellent idea.”
He efficiently grabbed everything that could possibly indicate the two of you had been intimate while the others were gone and made sure it was thrown in the laundry. Grabbing spare blacks, he joined you in the shower. The water felt amazing to both of you and you relished your time like this just as much as you had your previous activities.
After cleaning up and toweling each other off, you got dressed and came out of the refresher much more at ease. Tech turned off the extra alarm he had set earlier and sat in the pilot’s chair. He held out his hand and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck as you rested your cheek on his head and rubbed his shoulder. He did not take out his datapad, much to your surprise. Instead he held you in his lap and sat silently.
“What are you thinking,” you asked. “I know you’re thinking.”
“I am simply making a mental note regarding the techniques you seemed to prefer.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all the ways that make you happy.”
You both talked about what you liked and what you wanted to try next. It was not surprising to you that Tech found comfort in this type of debriefing, the sharing of information and discussion of future endeavors helping him feel closer to you and secure in this new aspect of your relationship.
What 🎟️ Anon said about Subspaces arm? TRUTH. IT WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER IN MULTIPLE WAYS.
The only reason I would think they wouldnt add this is because of how cliche the whole. Right prosthetic arm would be. After Scythe was added, with Rocket already having prosthetic limbs, that was already a parallel, but adding Subspace to the roster of prosthetic-arm-havers would just make it just.. "Oh. Another one." It wouldn't give much design diversity imo.
Now of course I'm not shitting on the idea of it, Inpherno is a canonically really aggressive place where people's limbs probably get replaced a ton, but if anything I feel like we should get more leg-based injuries represented in Phighters designs, cause so far the only one is Rocket with his leg.
But hey, there's a reason why headcannons exist, and I think that cyborg Subspace is probably one of the cooler things to come from 'em! It's just that design wise, with a bunch of characters already with the same trait, they wouldn't stand out from each other as much.
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Hi it's @clone-anon and I see you're up in your Tech feels again. You and everyone else, huh?
You stared out the window, watching the day go by. You had planned on reading or writing or cleaning the house or doing something useful, but you just waited. The weather was fine. It was overcast, but not raining. How boring must everything be that you were thinking about the weather? Eventually, you stopped staring out the window and moved to another room in an attempt to get something done.
As soon as you stopped looking, there he was. You looked down the hallway to see who was on your doorstep. He walked through your front door and smiled softly at you.
"Tech?"
"Of course," he replied in his usual tone, "Who were you expecting?"
You ran to him, but slowed as you got close, not wanting to startle him in too big of a hug. Tech knew what you were going for though, and smiling, embraced you.
"I am sorry I was gone longer than planned," he said, "but I am here now."
"I'm just glad you're back."
TECH MY DARLING I MISS YOU SO MUCH-
Everyone's got the Tech Aches today it seems, thank you so much beloved 💙💙💙
