#Tech Tuesday

[alicedopey]

He is trying and I think he will get her very slowly but surely 😅 I believe he is finding out who she is and something tells me he will get heart someday.

Johnny has a good heart. He deserves the best, right ? Right ?

Tech Tuesday: Johnny Storm

Summary: Johnny gives you a lot to think about.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings:

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Johnny had always figured Ransom was a case of being kicked out, cut off and told to grow up. He'd done his research when the guy was hired on and miserable to work with. He found Ransom's family stuff pretty easily and just figured the rich asshole didn't want to play well with others. He genuinely figured Ransom would remain an asshole forever and just avoided him. But when Bubbles entered the picture, everyone saw the change in Ransom.

So when Ransom and Bubbles started asking the IT crew for help keeping an eye out for Ransom's family, not letting them into the building and whatnot, he was happy to do his part. Well, he was happy to not be made into an idiot or accidental bad guy by letting someone in who shouldn't be. But everyone in the department, some outside of the department, had a part to play in keeping one of their own safe.

And that's when he thought of you. All alone for who knows how long. Not trusting anyone to have your back. Not able to let your guard down. It can't be a good life. Definitely isn't a healthy one.

He knows he shouldn't worry about you. It wasn't that long ago you'd tried to destroy his online persona, that you'd blackmailed him into backing off your attempts to hack his company. But what little he's learned about you all points to someone who's been hurt too many times to ever let anyone close.

That, on its own, would be heartbreaking, but the fact that you continued to work to bring people to justice, give victims closure, freedom, anything, is what really hurt. You could've just closed yourself off from everyone and everything, but you chose to fight. It's something he respects.

He gets the spark of an idea and freezes in his tracks. This is something that might require a delicate touch and that's never been his forte. Well, not when it comes to people. Maybe, just maybe, he can be the Bubbles to your Ransom! Well, maybe not, but maybe he can help you learn to trust people the way she helped him.

This is a stupid idea, he thinks. But if I don't do it, I'm just going to keep losing sleep worrying about her.

Johnny opens up his laptop to your private, protected chats:

TheHumanTorch69: Hey, how are you doing? DarkAngel2000: What's the job? HT: No job, just checking in. DA: Why? HT: Because I worry about you? DA: Why? HT: Because you're all alone? DA: And? HT: I just...it can't be easy to be on your own. DA: Look, don't contact me unless you've got a job or a follow up on a job I've sent you.

"Shit," Johnny says to his laptop. Gotta rethink this.

As the work day goes on, Johnny's barely paying attention to his required tasks. He's too busy thinking about you and how to help you. He's never been good at letting these kinds of things go. Sure, he's a hot head, rambunctious, fun-loving hottie, but he's never been good about letting people suffer if he could do something to help. Whether it was befriending the weird kid at school or giving a homeless person $20, he needed to do something.

But you're not letting him do that.

It isn't until Ransom walks past his cubicle that he gets another idea. Definitely a better idea than before.

He opens up his chat with you again:

HT: I need your help with something. DA: How much? HT: What? DA: How much are you paying me? HT: I was hoping you'd do it as a favor? Because we're on the same team now? DA: You can't afford me. HT: Look it's for a coworker of mine that I want to help keep safe. DA:...

Johnny holds his breath as you take your time answering.

DA: What is it with you and this company? You're very loyal to them. HT: They're good people who are good to me so I want to be good to them. You can understand that kind of thing, right? DA: I suppose. HT: So...will you help me? DA: Depends on a few things. Tell me what you're looking for and I'll tell you if you still need to pay me to get it done. HT: I need to get a tracker on the phone of someone so we can be on alert if they're near the building. DA: What? HT: Look, my coworker went no contact with his family, but they know where he works now. DA: And you'd like a heads up so he can keep going no contact. HT: Yes! DA: Why not do it yourself? HT: If it gets found out and traced back to me, the family can sue the company into the ground. DA: They're rich bitches? HT: Definitely rich, incredibly bitchy. Or so I've heard. DA: Give me a name and let me find out for myself. HT: Linda Drysdale DA: I'll get back to you.

Johnny lets out a breath. You're not shutting him down and that's progress. Right?

Everything you learn about Linda Drysdale and her family makes you understand why someone would go no contact. The coworker is most likely her son, Hugh/Ransom. He seems like a complete jackass, just like his family, but if Torch is helping him, he can't be that bad. Maybe he just needed a good environment, like Torch says his company is. Also it would be fun to help drive this bitch and her family insane.

You open your chat with Torch.

DA: I'm in.

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @kmc1989; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ozwriterchick; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[clone-trooper-cheese]

My head fr

[vimse]

Tech portrait #99

[deceased-madam]

Tech is so cute Ɛ>

[art-soop]

Tech being Tech 👓

Quote sources below ⬇️

Hunter quote

Echo quote

Wrecker quote

Omega quote

Crosshair quote

Incorrect quotes are my favorite thing ever so here’s a big thank you to anyone who makes them 🫶 (I hope it’s okay I use them for art inspo haha i love you all 😭💕)

[vivaislenska]

He gave her wings and she’ll make him proud.

(The Tech Turn™️ is 100% going to be crucial for the Rebellion.)

[leenathegreengirl]

HARDCASE LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh sweet, sensible Tech…. 😂

(Ya girl would love to hear everyone’s crazy theories about how our boy ‘Case survived!)

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

(Also, a VERY special thank you to @mythical-illustrator for inspiring this drawing of Hardcase with THIS beautiful post!)

(And as always thank you to my friend and creative partner @legacygirlingreen for all that she does!!)

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[commander-tech]

⚡ Happy Tech Tuesday ⚡

[amandamadeathing]

Social media exchange between Tech and Omega.

[nahoney22]

Perfectly Plucked

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Female!Reader

🫧 word count: 3.2k

Plot: Omega mentions to Tech that you love flowers, and luckily enough for him, you love him also.

Warnings: Fluff, safe for work, female reader (she/her), idiots in love, first kiss, nervous Tech.

A/N: it’s been a while since I wrote something cute with my darling, Tech 🩵

“So, what’s the plan?”

Omega’s voice is filled with mischief as she sways from side to side in the co-pilot’s seat, her eyes locked on Tech.

Tech doesn’t immediately respond. His fingers tapped lightly over the datapad, scanning through the incoming reports. But when Omega’s voice cut through the steady hum of the Marauder, his eyes lifted briefly, landing on her as she swayed back and forth in the co-pilot's seat. “Meaning?”

Omega leans forward, her grin widening as she tilts her head toward the viewport, pointing with her chin toward the object of their conversation. “You know... her,” she says in a teasing tone, her eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. “Are you going to ask her out?”

Tech’s expression faltered for a split second—his eyes widened, just enough to give him away—before he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to focus on the datapad once more. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh, you definitely do. We’ve alll seen how you look at her. It’s pretty obvious.” Omega replies, rolling her eyes dramatically before jumping to her feet.

“I do not ‘look’ at her.” Tech mutters, his tone defensive. “I simply observe. That is all.”

Omega arches an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Sure, ‘observe.’”

She pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she begins to pace the cockpit.. “You could always make her something. You know, something nice and romantic! A gadget of some kind.” Then she frowns. “Although that doesn’t scream romantic.”

Tech looks up with a sigh. “Of course they are not. They are tools for beneficial use. And I do not believe she requires anything like that.”

Omega halts, then leans against the control panel, “Okay, maybe not gadgets,” she says, “But flowers might work. People give flowers all the time as romantic gestures.”

Tech blinks, his mind racing as he processes the suggestion. “Flowers?” His voice carries a hint of skepticism. “Why would she need flowers? They have no functional use. I would know if she had an interest in... what was it she said, ‘botanical remedies’?” He gives a small, self-assured smirk, as though this topic was already discussed between the two of them. “She tends to consult me on those matters.”

Omega rolls her eyes once but grins, “It’s not about the practical use, Tech. It’s about the gesture. Besides, she loves flowers.”

Tech’s brow furrows in thought. He glances over at you through the viewport, seeing you sitting outside the Marauder and methodically cleaning and refurbishing your armour.

His mind memorises Omega’s point, you were interested in flowers or any fauna.

Omega watches his expression change, a gleam of victory in her eyes. “You should really pay attention when she watches those holo-romcoms. You’d see how much she likes the idea of flowers.”

Tech’s fingers tap thoughtfully against his datapad, but his attention has clearly shifted. “I suppose that is true,” he murmurs, as though the idea of flowers suddenly isn’t so far-fetched after all.

Omega, sensing her triumph, beams. “So you’ll do it then? You’ll get her flowers?”

“No,” Tech answers quickly, looking back at his datapad with feigned disinterest. “I do not appreciate your attempts to manipulate me into admitting feelings. Again.”

She chuckles, remembering the long conversation she had chewed his ear off about flying being a ‘feeling’.

“So you do admit it?”

Tech shoots her a pointed look, his tone sharpening just a little. “Omega.”

She raises her hands in mock surrender, backing away with exaggerated slowness. “Alright, alright,” she sings. “But I know she would appreciate it. You just have to admit it.”

Tech huffs, his lips pressing into a thin line. He watches you for a moment longer, his mind still running through the possibility, before he mutters under his breath, “I’ll consider it.”

Omega’s eyes twinkle, her work clearly done. “Perfect.”

The warm, refreshing breeze threaded through your hair as you leaned back against the crate, letting yourself savor the simple pleasure of open air. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a luxurious beach chair on a pristine coast like you had been craving, instead it was a beat-up crate on an overgrown forest floor. Though after days cooped up inside the Marauder, it felt like paradise. Even if the company inside was great. More than great, really.

Your mind wandered, inevitably drawn to a certain member of the squad. You caught yourself smiling, and immediately cringed, pressing a hand over your face.

"Why do feelings suck?" you muttered under your breath, shaking your head at yourself.

After a few minutes, you sat up and surveyed your armour with a satisfied smile. You had to admit, you were really good at keeping it looking brand new. Gathering the pieces in your arms, you headed back toward the ship, still riding the lazy warmth of the afternoon.

You were halfway up the gangplank, not paying attention, when you collided with something - someone - solid. You grunted, stumbling back as a few pieces of your armour clattered to the floor.

“Oh stars, sorry, Tech!” you blurted out as you realised what happened, rubbing your forehead where you'd bumped it against him.

"Not to worry, I was not looking where I was going either," he said smoothly, though there was a softness to his voice that made your cheeks warm. Stars, he really got to you.

You quickly crouch to gather up the pieces of your armour, and Tech mirrors your movements without hesitation. His gloves brush against your fingers as you both reach for the same piece, and for a heartbeat, neither of you move. The slightest spark shoots up your arm, and judging by the way Tech’s hand stiffens just a fraction, you pondered wishfully if he felt it too.

True to form however, neither of you say anything about it. You clear your throat and pull your hand back, allowing him to pick up the last piece.

Once everything’s collected, Tech takes it and puts your armour in the Marauder. You move to step around him, but Tech moves at the same time. You both shuffle right. Then both to the left. You stifle a laugh, glancing up at him helplessly as you try again — and again — failing miserably to find your way past.

“We look ridiculous,” you mutter, half-laughing as you impulsively reach out and grab his shoulders to steady him and yourself.

His body goes stiff beneath your touch, as though uncertain what to do, and his adorable wide eyes blink down at you behind his goggles.

“Hold still,” you say through a grin, guiding him gently aside. He lets you manoeuvre him into place without a word, though you hear him clear his throat a little.

You finally step through the doorway into the ship, peeking back at him. “What were you up to, anyway?” you ask casually, hands on your hips

Normally, Tech would answer any question with straightforward precision, but today... today he falters. “I, ah... was merely seeking... additional reference material. For research purposes.” His voice, usually so confident and clipped, wavers strangely. It’s so unlike him that you tilt your head in suspicion, narrowing your eyes in a playful squint.

“Oh?” you say slowly, intrigued. “What kind of research?”

His mouth opens — and then promptly shuts again. He adjusts his goggles unnecessarily, his hands fidgeting at the edges of his belt. Definitely suspicious.

Your curiosity only grows. “Well, if you need help,” you offer lightly, “I’d be happy to join you. I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs.” But then you realise, “Actually, I don’t want to leave Omega on her own-”

You barely finish speaking when a voice pipes up right behind you, startling you.

“I can look after myself, you know,” Omega says, clearly having been eavesdropping the entire time. She crosses her arms proudly. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

You and Tech both turn toward her. “Not going to start the ship up and fly away without us, right?” You tease.

“Well I can’t promise that” Omega teases, looking between the two of you. “But I’ll do my best to resist.”

“Alright then,” You nod, allowing her to stay behind but then look to Tech to get his verdict.

“I suppose we will not be long.”

“Great!” Omega chimes, “You two can enjoy your date - uh, I mean…”

You stare at her, wide-eyed and mortified at her slip (if it even was) of her tongue.

Tech’s ears burn under his goggles, shooting her a look that you don’t see. He straightens his posture, clearing his throat.

Soon after giving Omega one last warning not to do anything disastrous on your outing, you fall into step beside Tech as he leads the way off the ship.

He doesn't say much at first and you don't push about why he was oddly quiet. You’re quite content for a moment to simply walk through the warm, open air and the forest ahead looks inviting. And being with Tech was such an added bonus.

“So, what exactly are we doing?” you ask after a short while, glancing over at him. “You never did tell me what kind of research this was.”

He pushes his goggles up his nose, fingers twitching on a small device in his hand. “It is a standard environmental survey,” he says quickly, “Nothing particularly noteworthy.”

You squint at him, reading him like a book. “You’re a terrible liar, Tech.”

“I am not lying,” he says, his tone stiff. “I am merely withholding certain specifics for operational efficiency.”

You bite back a smirk but let it go, following him deeper into the trees.

The forest itself hums with quiet life around you. The soft chirping from unseen creatures and the faint trickle of a nearby stream was tranquil. The trees tower overhead, their bark a deep reddish-brown, had wide canopies of green and gold leaves that flutter gently in the breeze.

If Pabu didn’t exist, you would actually consider having a home here.

After a few more minutes of walking, you watch as Tech slows and veers off the beaten path. He stopped at the edge of a rocky clearing and looked over a bed of wildflowers that had tiny blossoms in vivid colours that sway.

He activates the device in his grasp with a quiet beep and starts scanning the flowers.

You lean against a large boulder nearby, resting your chin on your arms as you watch him work. His brows are knitted in focused concentration, a tiny crease forming above his nose.

Honestly? Adorable.

“You’re really invested in this ‘environmental survey,’ huh?” you tease lightly, smiling.

He doesn’t glance up. Instead, he carefully kneels and inspects a cluster of bright yellow blooms. He selects one, pulls a small pair of pliers from his utility belt, and snips the stem.

“What’s that one?” you ask whilst he holds the flower delicately between his gloved fingers.

He looks up at you, and there's something almost shy in the way he offers the information. “It is a part of the aurelia family, a plant known for its versatile healing properties," he explains. "It is particularly effective in creating salves for minor abrasions, something you once mentioned a preference for, if I recall correctly.”

You blink, caught off-guard by the thoughtfulness that he remembered a conversation you had with him quite a while ago now.

Before you can find the right words, he steps closer and offers the flower to you. “I would like you to look after it,” he says simply, placing it carefully into your hand quite quickly and looking away.

You cradle the delicate bloom as if it were made of glass. “I’ll guard it with my life,” you say with a mock-seriousness, but your heart thumps a little faster all the same.

Tech merely nods, satisfied, and turns to continue walking. You follow behind, hand still clutching the bright flower like it was something far more precious than just a plant. Well, to you it was anyway. You loved flowers.

You walk in easy silence for a while, the forest thickening around you as the path narrows.

You're still cradling the yellow flower carefully in your hand when you notice Tech slow again, his scanner flickering softly. He kneels by another patch of blooms — this time a cluster of small, delicate flowers in a soft shade of your favorite colour. You watch as Tech examines them, but instead of scanning them like before, he hesitates. His hand hovers for a moment before he plucks one gently between his fingers, standing up and turning toward you.

Without a word, he steps close, the flower dangling loosely in his grasp. His expression is unreadable behind his goggles, but there’s something almost... tentative about his posture.

You tilt your head, curious. “What’s that one?” you ask, smiling.

Tech visibly stiffens. His mouth opens, but whatever explanation he had seems to falter halfway through forming. “It does not possess any notable medicinal properties,” he admits, adjusting his grip on the flower. “It is... actually scientifically insignificant.”

You blink at him, confused. “Then why did you want me to hold it?”

For a second you swear you see Tech’s composure crack. He shifts awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you. “I considered it might be useful for... cross-referencing petal structure... for research purposes,” he says, far too quickly and far too technically to the point it sounded weird.

You narrow your eyes in mock suspicion, catching on that there’s definitely more he’s not saying. “Uh-huh. Sure,” you say, voice light but you can’t ignore that your heart beats a little faster. Did he want to give it to you… because he wanted to?

He seems to be silently warring with himself. His fingers twitch like he’s about to hand you the flower after all but at the last second, he stops.

Without another word, Tech then turns and — in a move so uncharacteristically flustered it makes you bite back a laugh — he tosses the little flower into the underbrush as he walks away.

You stare after him, baffled and amused in equal measur. Definitely suspicious.

Tech continues gathering flowers as you both wander through the forest, stopping here and there to snip a stem or examine a petal with meticulous care. You gave up asking about each one after the third or fourth as it became obvious he was just handing them to you without much explanation.

Instead, you quietly let him do it, your arms gradually filling with an array of blossoms: soft yellows, rich blues, gentle lilacs, vivid reds. The bundle was chaotic and beautiful.

After a while, Tech finally straightens and looks around the clearing with a satisfied nod. “This will suffice,” he announces.

You stop beside him, brushing your fingertips over the petals lightly, inhaling the gentle, sweet scent. “You picked a really pretty bunch for your research,” you admit softly, smiling over the bouquet at him.

Tech adjusts his goggles with a slight nervous twitch to the motion. “Yes, well...” he starts, voice a little stiffer than usual. “In truth, I would prefer you to keep them.”

You blink, surprised, lowering the flowers slightly to peer at him more clearly. “Keep them?”

He shifts on his feet, clearly uncomfortable but forcing himself to explain. “Omega mentioned that you appreciated flowers. She also suggested that they were considered a... romantic gesture. More appropriate than, say, a customised multitool.” He clears his throat, rapidly gaining momentum as he continues rambling.

“You wanted to get me flowers?” you interrupt softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Tech freezes mid-sentence of his tangent. His mouth opens and closes once — then he nods, sharply, as if resigning himself to it. “Yes. That was the intended outcome.”

Your cheeks burn so hot you swear Tech could probably feel it. You hug the messy bouquet a little tighter to your chest, heart thudding so hard it drowns out the hum of the forest around you.

Tech, seemingly unaware of just how much he’s affecting you, blunders on, still trying to justify himself as if he really needed to. “Initially, Omega suggested a handcrafted gadget. However, after observing flora within the holo-romcoms you frequently view, I concluded that a floral gift might have a statistically higher probability of being well-received, despite its lack of practicality—”

You’re barely listening anymore. You’re too busy staring at the ridiculous, wonderful bouquet in your hands, and the man who meticulously gathered every single stem just to give them to you.

“So... there was no research,” you say, your voice catching slightly.

Tech hesitates, then tilts his head slightly, almost sheepish. “No, not exactly,” he admits.

You bite your lip, trying and failing to hide the grin spreading across your face.

Thinking for a split second, you pull a small flower from the messy bundle — a delicate little thing with soft pink petals — and step toward him. Tech watches you with a sort of curious stillness, almost like he’s bracing for whatever strange human interaction he’s about to experience for the first time. A soft tenderness he yearned for you.

Carefully, you tuck the flower into the side of his goggle band, the bright bloom resting just above his ear. You step back to admire your handiwork, smiling. “There,” you say lightly, “now you look even cuter.”

Tech blinks, his hand automatically coming up to touch the flower like he’s not sure it’s really there. He tilts his head, studying you as a small, almost hesitant smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“That would suggest that you found me ‘cute’ beforehand.” He exhales through a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You meet his gaze, feeling daring. “Maybe,” you say coyly with a shrug, the word slipping out in a playful lilt.

Something shifts between you. Tech’s smile lingers, but it’s gentler now. His hand drops back to his side, but he takes a small step closer, close enough that you can smell the faint, clean scent of him — old leather, warm metal and tools, and something sharper underneath, something just him.

Your heart thuds painfully against your ribs.

Neither of you speaks. The forest seems to go quiet, the golden leaves above stilling like even the world around you doesn’t want to interrupt.

Slowly, carefully, Tech raises his hand, fingertips brushing against your arm like a silent question. You don’t pull away. If anything, you lean closer, your bouquet pressed tight to your chest like it’s the only thing keeping you anchored.

“Would it... be acceptable,” he says, voice almost a whisper now, “if I—?”

You don’t even let him finish. You nod, once, fast and certain.

The distance closes naturally. His gloved hand slides up, cupping your cheek with a reverence that makes your breath hitch. You tilt into him instinctively, and when he finally, finally leans in, his kiss is as careful and deliberate as everything else he does. A featherlight brush of lips at first, testing the waters, before deepening ever so slightly as he feels you melt against him.

It’s sweet, and a little clumsy, and absolutely perfect.

When you finally pull away, you’re both smiling genuine smiles that don’t need words to explain.

The flower you tucked behind his goggles is a little crooked now, and somehow, that just makes it even better.

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[s-pirth-lemonade]

Burrito Tech

[clone-trooper-cheese]

Credits to @annarchist7567 on pinterest (tumblr account tagged)

[vimse]

For the people who are struggling rn

[thezombieprostitute]

Has TT!Ransom ever had a naughty dream about Bubbles? 🤭

I'm such a sucker for characters having sex dreams about you. 🤭

Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale

Summary: Ransom has some feelings to re-evaluate.

Warnings: Mild smut (dry humping). Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

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It started innocently enough, you'd stopped by Ransom's cubicle for a quick chat. He'd been so busy lately he hadn't had time to chat with you in the breakroom like usual. He'd told you not to wait up for him and now you'd caught him working late.

But the work had to be done. Not just for his paycheck, either. He needed to prove to himself, to everyone, that he could actually do things. That he wasn't a good-for-nothing spoiled brat. That he wasn't just a freeloader who manipulated his way into getting what he wanted. That he was worthy.

Worthy of what, he still wasn't quite sure. But he needed to prove it.

"Oh wow," you say when he looks up. "You're looking exhausted!"

"I'm feeling exhausted," he retorts. "I can't keep my eyes open but I gotta get this done."

You saunter around his desk and gently pull him away from his computer.

"I think I know something that'll help," you coo in his ear.

His face scrunches in confusion before morphing into a look of surprise as you straddle him.

"What--" You interrupt his protests with a kiss. He doesn't even bother trying to fight it. He leans into your touch, returns your fervor. He's wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long.

As much as he wants to go slow, let you direct the pace, he can't help when his hips start moving. You gasp in surprise and he thinks he has to stop but you start moaning. Ransom's breath hitches and he wraps his arms around you to bring you even closer to him, your clothes the only barrier between you.

Rolling your hips causes Ransom to moan into your mouth and you giggle.

"You're so hard already!" you gasp.

"Feels so good," he breathes. He moves his hands down, grabbing your hips tightly.

He pulls away just a bit, watching your breasts bounce under your blouse. He's tempted to tear the blouse open and get a taste of your breasts, especially as you start whimpering in pleasure.

"I need you," he moans. "Make me feel good, babe."

Your hips move faster and he throws back his head, groaning in pleasure. He's painfully hard now. He needs to cum so bad. You start giving little bites along his exposed neck and he starts chanting, "please, please, please."

"Let go for me," you whisper hoarsely into his ear. He eagerly gives in.

Ransom startles awake as he cums in his shorts.

"Fuck," he groans as he realizes it was a dream. He hasn't had such an intense wet dream since he was a teenager. Yet here he is, laying in his now stained boxers, trying to get his thoughts together.

What the hell is wrong with him? Having sex dreams about his friend? Is it a holdout from his old self, wanting to corrupt the innocent good girl? His dream self didn't even seem to care about your pleasure. God, what if he was the kind of asshole who just wanted what he couldn't have? He'd never be good enough for you so his subconscious wants to take you?

Maybe it's not so complicated. It's been a long time since he got laid, maybe he's just in need of some release and your face was most familiar. He should be grateful the dream wasn't about Jake's wife with how sex dreams can be.

But even as he cleans himself up and gets ready for the day, he can't shake the dream. Maybe he should stay away from you for a bit, look into a dating app. Or just a hookup app. You told him you wanted him to branch out, make more friends.

This isn't quite the same thing, but it is a need that he just can't ask you to help him fill. Sweet, innocent Bubbles who deserves a good man, a knight in shining armor. Not a screw-up like him. Not an asshole who struggled to see humans as people not playthings. Not a cretin like him.

Ransom pulls out his phone and starts looking at possible dating apps. Whatever it takes to keep from tainting you with his...everything.

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[vivaislenska]

Ooo another script! And look — this one comes with expert reviews!

“A merry season full of healing and rebuilding that which we… hmm, how shall I put this?” — Tech

“BLEW UP!” — Wrecker

[ghostymarni]

Tech vs TAY-0