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Unless you stab a mountain, you cannot survive a fall.

Ok listen up, this had been rolling around in my head for ages now and my dumbass is finally making a post about it!

When Hunter missed that jump to the Marauder on Daro he fell off a fucking cliff like...if y'all go back and watch that episode he fucking sliped, fell onto his back, down a mountain, a really long fall onto some trees down another cliff and onto the ground.

YET HE GOT UP RIGHT THE FUCKING WAY AND WAS READY TO FIGHT

YET WHEN TECH FELL FROM THAT RAIL CAR ON EIRADU HE JUST DIED AND LEFT NO TRACE?!?!?

DAVE FILONI WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT OF THIS?!?!?!?!?! HMMM? EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO ME?! COME FIGHT ME AND EXPLAIN THIS TO ME, RIGHT NOW!

A Pleasant Elevation

(Part 1 of 2)

Full fic on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You and Tech have a night alone on the ship.

WORDS COUNT: 900ish

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, oral sex (male receiving), clothed female/naked male, touch of Dom!Reader and sub!Tech

NOTES: This is Part 5 my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, writing (eventually 70,000+ words and still going) smut is how I channeled my extra stress energy after the Season 2 finale.

While it’s written in second person, my heroine eventually has a very established relationship with the full Batch.

Tech’s pressed you against the wall of the ship, leaning down to kiss you, your breaths already heavy. His fingers start undoing your shirt. You grab hold of his wrists.

“No,” you say. “Not yet,” as you push him away slightly. Your hands slide under his skintight black shirt. “Take this off.” Your voice makes it clear you’re not requesting. He looks at you through those yellow-tinted goggles, studying your face. You raise an eyebrow. He pauses just for a moment before lifting the shirt over his head.

Fuck, he’s beautiful. Lightly tan skin, muscles that were made from use, golden hairs sparsely along his chest, with a darker trail below his belly button. You run your fingers along that line, hooking into his waistband. “And now this.” You try to keep your voice commanding and not breathy with desire.

You’ve never seen Tech naked. And you want to, are desperate to, now that the thought is in your mind. It’s another moment of consideration. You see hesitation on his face but also the curiosity, and then he slides out of his black pants. It takes all your self control to not let him follow through and have you against the wall. Once you steady yourself, you push him back toward a chair. He stands so much taller than you, and you need to negate some of that advantage.

“Sit,” you say. He does with only the slightest hesitation. You stand between his legs, ignoring his erection, and kiss him.

“If I wanted to, would you let me tie you up?”

Tech’s lips smirk. “I might contemplate your request.” Both of you know he would never, but just the thought of it makes you breathless; Tech’s golden body bound in golden rope. You kiss him again, ravenous, your lust desperate to devour. His hands move to your hips. You slap them away.

“Keep these behind your back. No touching without permission.” And another pause from him as he considers compliance, and then his arms go behind his back, the smirk traveling up to his guarded eyes. You press your body into his, chest to chest, your fingers raking down his back, his cock pulsing between you. You feel the smallest amount of tension in him as he waits to see what you’re going to do and you wonder when was the last time Tech had surrendered any of his control to anyone, even if it’s just pretend.

You let your fingernails lightly brush along his arms, the gentle touch bringing goosebumps on his skin and the slightest sigh from his lips. You stroke your fingertips along his stomach, over his hips. You drop to your knees, fingers running along his inner thighs, the smallest hitch in his breathing as your hands move to the base of his cock, the tension of his anticipation barely perceptible but still there. You let out a soft breath against him, watching his cock twitch. Such a wonderful specimen, certainly proportional to his tall body, but with a delicious girth that is so satisfying. Your fingers stroke lightly through the dark curls framing him. One hand grazes his balls as you swiftly take as much of him in your mouth as you can.

“Ah-gnh!” The noise Tech lets escape makes whatever exquisite torture he’s going to put you through later completely worth it. It takes a few moments for him to regain some of his composure, his breathing remaining uneven as you move your mouth up and down on his cock, hand stroking the base of his shaft. You release him, noting a tiny gasp of disappointment. You let your tongue trace the edges of his head, then tease along his length, over and over, noting every vein and ridge, your hand still stroking him, then you swirl around his cockhead, enjoying its softness, before taking him again as far as you can. You try to relax to keep from gagging, remembering when he had you that first night, taking his pleasure from fucking your mouth, the guilty satisfaction of surrendering to being used.

You’re desperate to mount him, to have him fill you, but this little control you have over him now is exhilarating. When your hand strokes and cups his balls, his whole body jerks. Your mouth and tongue constrict around his cock as your movements quicken. You see his arms move from behind his back, but you slow, looking pointedly up at him. He stops, and from the muscle movements in his forearms, you assume he’s repeatedly squeezing his hands into fists, trying to ground himself. You resume, bobbing your head faster, fighting your gag reflex every time he hits the back of your throat. You match his breathing, one hand working his shaft, twisting and teasing, another massaging his balls, until you feel them tighten. Small noises are escaping from Tech now, and your body is feeding off of them, your skin tingling with excitement as he nears his climax.

Cruelly, you take your mouth off him, though your hand keeps moving up and down his shaft. The noise he makes in protest is like music to your ears; a strangled, frustrated moan that you will pay for in the future. Deciding not to push your luck, you envelope him in your mouth, working his cock in earnest.

His hips start to move, small involuntary thrusts that you’re sure he’s barely aware of. His head has tipped back, his mouth open slightly. You wish you could see his eyes.

Tech is panting and manages to whisper, “I am close.”

You hum in acknowledgement, your tongue rapidly circling his sensitive tip, and that extra stimulation pulls him over the edge. He cries out, loudly, uncontrolled. His whole body stiffens. You try to swallow, but that’s never been your forte, so his cum covers your tongue, leaking out between your lips when you slowly release him. He gasps as you keep stroking, small shudders running through him until his body stills except for his labored breathing, and his head falls forward to rest against the top of your own.

And now you’re the one still clothed, and Tech is the one naked and spent; a role reversal you take a moment to luxuriate in.

You wipe your mouth as you stand. His head presses to your chest as your hands caress through his hair. His arms move to touch you, but you stop him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” you whisper. He looks up at you, and his eyes narrow behind the yellow lenses, but he puts his hands back behind him as you kiss.

*

But wait, there’s more:

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.

Fully LOLed at “spank bank art”! 🤣🤣🤣

But also: 😏

Then there's THIS babe:

Thankfully the people at Frame It Easy didn't think this was too salacious to print and frame. 🤣

Again, art was a commission I booked with @clownbloody, and when I get the chance, I'm getting my Crosshair commission framed the same way.

I need more spank bank art, BADLY...

So horny for him.

ALL OF THIS. JUST ALL OF THIS. I swear it was because of how well Rebels handled Kanan’s death and how not at all The Bad Batch was dealing with Tech’s “death” that I thought for sure for sure that he was coming back in Season Three.

I mean, I’m still absolutely “no body, no death” and if it’s never touched again in canon, I’m assuming he’s still alive and in deep cover, having created himself an entire new Imperial identity, keeping them safe, because otherwise it makes zero sense that the Empire didn’t burn Pabu to cinders.

That is all.

So, here's what X-Men 97 did that TBB did not, for its main character death. Obviously, huge X-Men 97 and TBB spoilers.

The death happens at a pivotal moment story wise, but is NOT immediately abandoned for other plot.

Remy (Gambit) dies towards the end of an episode which is in and of itself a real jaw-dropper, much like Plan 99. Out of nowhere a safe haven for mutants is being glassed, and Remy sacrifices himself to put a stop to it, because he's a little crazy but also well aware of what he's capable of and knows it might be their only chance to save SOME of these people who are his fellow mutants. The episode ends with his lover, Rogue--who's finally decided she agrees with Remy on things and is going to choose him and the X-Men over an alternative--holding his lifeless body in her arms.

Tech, on the other hand, dies 1/3 into an episode and vanishes from sight. Our POV character here, Omega, is injured and doesn't witness most of the ensuing escape, so when she wakes up, she demands they go back for him, crying, and we see Wrecker cry and Hunter explain he didn't make it.

...and then the episode keeps going. They're betrayed. A villain tosses Tech's broken goggles at Hunter and threatens them. Omega is captured, the remaining members of the Batch barely escape. For almost twenty minutes of runtime AFTER Tech dies, the story keeps going and has NOTHING to do with him dying (save the dig about the goggles). His death gets maybe, at most, 2 entire minutes of focus between Omega and Wrecker's reactions, Hunter's when Hemlock gives him the goggles, and Echo looking at the empty pilot's chair. That's it; for the bulk of the episode Tech's death has next to ZERO involvement in the story. It's not the climax. it's just A Thing Which Happened, and that massively devalues it from a narrative viewpoint. No one stops for more than a single breath to react to it, thus we as the audience don't.

(If anyone is winding up with 'that's because they can't due to the everything', this is why it's NOT GOOD WRITING. If you want the death to matter to your viewers/audience then you need to MAKE the time for it in your story, somehow. This isn't real life, you DO in fact control the horizontal and the vertical when making your plot.)

In X-Men 97, the death is the immediate focus of the next episode and a character's entire arc of the ensuing episodes. In TBB, it's a footnote.

In the following X-Men 97 episode, Remy has a funeral which Rogue doesn't attend, not because she doesn't care but because she's off raging against the machines, trying to find those responsible and kill them. There's a gorgeous eulogy for Remy, some thinking back on who he was and what he meant to them, a friend angry at Rogue for not being with them. It's so good. We cut to Rogue, absolutely furious with grief and looking to take it out on, well, everyone. She winds up putting herself into a coma as a result.

Literally nothing like this happens for Tech. Nothing close. There's a several month timeskip in S3 eps 1-3 which negates any immediate mourning or revelations to people who wouldn't know (Crosshair, Phee, Shep and Lyana), and we see NONE of Wrecker, Hunter, OR Echo's processing. Just what we saw in Plan 99, which again, is almost nothing. For a main character who as of S2 had the third most screen time of any character.

In X-Men 97, Remy keeps coming up as someone to remind them of what they're fighting for, what he would want for them. Tech is a skillset and a pair of goggles.

Remy is the first thing on Rogue's mind when she wakes up from her coma. She's instantly grieving him all over again, and mentions him numerous times throughout the remaining episodes as someone who wouldn't want this for them, or would have hoped for that. He's a guide for her even though he's gone. The rest of the characters reflect on him off and on--not his skills or abilities, but who he was, his nature. Remy's death completely changes Rogue's behaviors, almost 180 degrees, as well.

Tech is mentioned for what he could do, not what he liked or didn't like, how he felt about things, save for once: when Phee reveals he told her all about Crosshair. This is the only time someone talks about him like people talk about Remy in X-Men 97, and it happens twelve episodes after he died.

No one's actual narrative course changes trajectory in the case of Tech's death either. No one is shown making different decisions based on his loss (just the lack of his skills), no one is bringing him up as a rallying call for themselves, nothing. He is excised from the show in terms of his emotional, character impact. The loss is of someone who can decrypt things or knows stuff, not of a beloved sibling.

Remy's presence remains throughout the rest of X-Men 97, despite him dying in episode 5 of 10. Tech vanishes and becomes an occasional reason they have to do something the hard way and a background prop.

If you want to know how to actually write a main character death and have it MATTER and make it good story telling, watch X-Men 97.

So true. So true. I can’t wait to have him back.

Celebrating this week’s holiday by pairing this cherished man with a Vine classic. Happy Tech Tuesday! ⚡️

I was cry-laughing that the video credited Tech with his own “death”. 😭

Okay, so I I was on wookiepedia, not writing, and ended up on the page where it tally's everyone's kill counts, and saw this:

And I thought, "That can't be right" and looked into it further, and it only had her Season 1 kills.

So, naturally, I went on Youtube and found this video that details the Bad Batch's kill count for all 3 seasons, and it puts Omega at ~21.

Then I realized that the video fail to calculate the casualties caused by the zillo beast, for which Omega is directly responsible, and I looked up the bit of dialogue in which Scorch reports the number of troopers that were taken out by the zillo, which he said was a total of "2 divisions".

Now, according to Wookiepedia, one division consists of 5,000-10,000 soldiers.

So, in total, at the tender age of baby ~13 years out of the tube, Omega's REAL kill count is somewhere along the lines of approximately 10,021-20,021 (clankah's included).

I love her.

That Damn Beauty

Read on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You and Tech explore rope bondage. You are a very willing subject.

WORDS COUNT: 2171

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn, shibari, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV, touch of Dom!Tech

NOTES: This is installment 20 of my “Bad Choices” “reverse harem” smutlet series. Of the kinky things I’ve written, this is probably the tamest. 🤔

*

Tech had taken his time. You think it wouldn’t matter who he did this to, closest lover or worst enemy: he would be careful and precise. People might think he was showing off with the perfection he achieves, but you know there is no other way for him to be. He’s confident in his knowledge and skill and that seems to radiate from him. It’s what attracted you to him in the first place.

You weren’t nervous. You thought you might be, but when tonight came, you weren’t. You trust Tech, despite knowing so little about him. He’s never tried to move beyond your boundaries, seemingly content to explore with the free access he has inside them.

He had insisted on undressing you, gloved hands stroking over every inch of flesh as it was exposed, raising goosebumps even in your warm room. He’d kissed trails along your skin, and you’d relaxed more into his touch.

He’d been quiet. Focused. Even though Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair have each made a comment, or multiple comments, about Tech talking non-stop, you think this might be an artifact of their earlier times together. Tech loves to inform and to instruct, but when he’s concentrating, he tends toward silence.

“If you are ready, please move to your knees.” Obediently, you’d knelt on the pillow he’d put down and he’d knelt in front of you, rope in hand. He’d kissed you. He’d slipped his arm around you and tipped your head back and you’d opened to him in needy surrender, his mouth perfect on yours, his full lower lip a soft cushion against your own, his tongue gentle and questing.

Then, he’d began. Each movement was measured and confident, no flourishes, no hesitancy. He’d known what he wanted, how each knot should be placed, how each cord should lie on your skin. Slowly you’d sunk into a curious relaxation, your awareness of your body heightened and every touch rippling out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was the feeling from your youth when someone would brush your hair and you would stay so still so that they would never stop; it’s the feeling of hearing a voice with the perfect timbre that is gentle and calm and it washes over you until you’re almost in a trance. You’d read about sub-space, and maybe this is it. Maybe you almost understand it now.

Slowly, he created the halter that now decorates your torso, your upper arms bound to your sides. You wish for a mirror. Just catching glimpses of your reflection in Tech’s goggles is not enough.

He helps you back to your feet. “How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Any pinching or rubbing?” You shake your head. “You are doing very well. I will begin the suspension. You will need to tell me immediately if there is any discomfort.”

You nod and he hoists you using the hook he anchored to your ceiling. You come up on your tiptoes, swaying slightly. You can barely feel the rope as it hugs your flesh; the balance is perfect.

Tech walks behind you and you can hear him rustling about, preparing the next batch of ropes to complete his work, and then you feel his arms snake around your waist. He presses himself to you and a sensation close to an orgasm runs through your body when you feel his now naked skin against yours. You cry out in the pleasure of it. His hands stroke over you as you moan and quiver at his touch. He gently lifts your leg, bare fingertips teasing your sensitive inner thigh as he begins looping and knotting the ropes that will hold you up and open. Part of your body rests against his as he works, and you drift back into a meditative state.

Finally, he pulls the rope to lift your leg, and you feel excited, exposed. He’s against your back again.

“I had intended to bind your hands behind you as we’d discussed, but I believe I prefer them to your sides. Is this acceptable?” The original placement would have meant that he could not stand flush to your back, as he is doing now. His voice is its usual steady and even tone; if you couldn’t feel him hard against you, you would have no idea he was aroused.

You manage to murmur, “Yes.” Just the touch of him is warming your whole body. He finishes binding your arms and then walks around you, checking over his work. No wonder Crosshair wants this. It’s calming and intimate beyond what you could have imagined.

“I had also considered adding a way to pivot you forward, but…I do not think that will be necessary. Perhaps for the future.” His voice is matter-of-fact and, despite his words, does not carry any expectation of you doing this again.

Finally, he is done, and he steps back to look at you, to survey his creation.

“This is satisfactory.” His tone is pleased. He moves forward, hands lightly stroking your skin between the ropes, admiring instead of inspecting. His fingers touch your nipples until they harden. “Your breasts look particularly inviting. I fear I have been remiss in the past.” He bends forward to kiss each nipple, before carefully licking one and taking it into his mouth. Your head tips back as his tongue explores around your areola, stimulating you until it is a tight bud encircled by his soft lips. You think of that full lower lip that you so enjoy kissing, and you moan.

He does the same on the other side, but now his hand begins stroking the inner thigh of your raised leg. It’s too good. So much pleasure right now, his mouth on your breast, a hand tantalizingly close to your hot center, your pussy begging for attention. His free hand begins massaging your other breast, capturing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently twisting, before pinching it, sending more stimulation into your body.

The fingers on your thigh stroke for a moment between your legs, sending a ripple of sensation into you. You know you must be soaking wet; your body is just sex now. He moves to his knees, pulls your swaying form to him, your toes failing to find purchase on the floor, and rests his cheek against your hip, his fingers combing through your pubic hair.

You’d thought, when you agreed to this, that he would tie you up and then just fuck you, the unfettered access too alluringly. But, truth be told, he has that already, so instead he is exploring the new ways he can see and experience you as you are now.

“You are especially sensitive right here.” His finger runs along the darker skin where your thigh meets your pelvis. You gasp. “I had not noticed that before. I have always been focused here.” Fingers ghost over your vulva. “And your scent…” he draws in a breath. “It very clearly stimulates and enhances arousal.” His tongue circles you clit before sliding into you. You let out a lusty cry. He fucks you breathless for a few moments, before standing.

“I do not believe I have previously mentioned how appealing I find your features,” he says as he gently tilts your head back to run his tongue along your parted lips, your smell on his mouth.

He walks behind you, surveying you as your body sways on the rope, then a finger hooks into the back of the harness and he pulls you to him, one hand on your lifted thigh, holding you steady as another reaches around to fondle a breast.

“Should you consent to doing this again, I think a mirror will need to be added to this room. I believe it would enhance both of our experiences.” He strokes his cock between your buttocks then pulls you back a little more, adjusting you slightly, before a quick thrust buries him in your wet pussy.

Your body contracts in pleasure as he holds himself inside you, slight pulses keeping you filled. Then his movements start slowly with long, deep strokes, stimulating every inch of you. His hand slips down your leg, and two fingers find your clit.

“Uhn!” you cry out, and you feel yourself clench around him in an involuntary spasm. You hear a small change in his breath as his thrusts become harder, stronger, taking advantage of the added tightness. He takes your breath away every time his cock fills you, and the room is full of your moans.

Your inability to move, to wrap your arms around him, to touch him and encourage him, to do anything but take what he gives you, somehow intensifies your sensitivity to his every caress and thrust. He pulls out enough to find that pleasure center, hitting it with such accuracy you’ve no doubt he’s made a mental map of you. Your throaty cries punctuate his strong movements as he plunges into you, over and over, ecstasy building with each buck of his hips. An involuntary shudder runs through you and your muscles spasm around him in that first twinge of your climax.

“That you are extremely sensitive internally,” he murmurs in your ear, “particularly from this angle, has always been quite pleasing to me, but…” He slides out of you, causing you to groan in protest. “…I prefer a different position tonight.”

He returns to his place in front of you, one hand on your hip, the other under your raised leg adjusting you for quick entry. You shudder again as he fills you. You are desperate to be able to reach out and touch him, to hold him against you, and realize this is why you couldn’t do this often.

As if reading your mind, he pulls you to him, a hand intertwining with the back of the halter, the other hand moving to grasp the rope above you, his bicep partially framing your face. You turn your head and run your tongue along his skin, tasting him. You look at his face, his brown eyes, occasionally obscured by the yellow-tinted lenses, focused on you, his intensity as stimulating as anything else he is doing. You watch his lips part when pleasure breaks his composure, and he makes a soft noise and has to draw an unsteady breath. That excites you even more, knowing that you are the reason for this lapse in Tech’s control.

Another involuntary spasm catches you and you moan with it. This time he doesn’t stop fucking you, taking complete advantage of your floating body, pounding his full length in and out of you. You can hardly breathe, your body is overwhelmed by him even before the orgasm locks every muscle into a shivery gasp of pleasure. You feel him slow, taking you through your climax, shuddering moans of thanks falling from your mouth.

It’s not until he slips out of you and you feel his cum down your leg that you realize you’d come together. He kisses you, then begins untying your leg from its raised position. He takes a moment to slide a finger into you and you give a little cry of surprise as you watch him lick it clean.

Carefully he lowers you to the ground, back on your knees. He makes sure you can hold yourself up before fully ending the suspension, and then he makes quick work of releasing you from the ropes. A moment later he lifts you and carries you to the bed.

Gently he checks over your whole body, though you know there isn’t even the slightest rope burn, his work was so precise. You lie on the bed as his fingers run over you, noting that his cock is slightly hard. It hardens more when you grasp it in your hand.

“Once more?” you ask, hopeful. You’ll be sore tomorrow regardless of how he takes you, but you need him inside you again.

Tech considers for a moment, then lies flush to your side, your hand slowly moving along his length. Your body shivers with lust and vulnerability. His fingers stroke from your sternum to your navel and back, sending sparks of sensation through you.

“I am glad you chose not to include Crosshair and Hunter in this evening.” It had been discussed and, while you’d agreed that it would be a particularly exquisite torture for them, you’d felt having them there would be too much, despite that they would only have been allowed to watch. “As it turns out, I would not have wanted to share you, even if they were simply observing.”

You don’t have time to process his words, as his fingers stop their journey mid-stroke, so he can lift off his goggles, showing you his naked golden-brown eyes. And there is still no time before he is on top of you and inside of you and your mouths are pressed together. 

And, this time, your hot breath does not impede his view of your face in ecstasy.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinkier.

🥵

Tech is rad

And wears croakies 🕶️

He was meant to be skimboarding but it’s up to you, my fellow Tech stans. Surf or skim?

This was the best scroll down surprise! 🤣🤣🤣

I fully laughed out loud.

Tech is so fuckin miffed he never discovered the tunnel system. The second he's in that tube, helmet is off and he's scouring his data pad to confirm it wasn't documented. Something about Kamino he didn't know and it was RIGHT there, and vast. His tone in that little bubble is so indignant I'm dying.

Well, according to my kudo report this morning, yesterday someone read through my entire Bad Batch smut series. That’s 76,000+ words (and still going strong.) Just…wow. 🥹

Gods. This sexy sonuvabitch.

Tech | The Bad Batch 1.01

Oh, the art gods have been kind to me!

Installment 41 of my Bad Batch reverse harem smutlet series involves Tech giving submission a whirl, with delicious results.

I was very lucky to be online when AnriTheWitch (from Twitter, if you want to find her) was taking suggestions for her next drawing.

WARNING: VERY SPICY UNDER THE CUT. 18+, NSFW

Original uncensored version on Twitter:

Honestly, I still get bummed out when I see people making art of the Batch on Pabu, but they don’t include Tech.

I need to save all these gifs.

I love that Tech never calls her “The kid”. And I truly think that even in the first half of season 1, it’s really clear that Tech has spent a lot of time teaching Omega all those skills that she uses to survive.

You think she learned droid repair from Hunter? Oh my, no.

Tech Turn = "sharp [turn] with zero thruster pull"

Tech Hug = Tech placing his hand on your shoulder

Examples:

Note #1: a Tech Hug is distinct from a 'Mega-Tech Hug, which involves short little Omega wrapping her arms around Tech's waist and trying to squeeze as tightly as Wrecker does, while Tech affectionately and awkwardly pats her back (examples exist in headcanon and artwork such as this from the talented @doodlingfoolishness :)

Note #2: a Tech Hug is also distinct from a Tech Twirl -

- and Tech Talks -

- and your general, everyday Tech Saves.

Tech lives!

I commissioned some art from @luxris from a short scene mentioned in my fic where Tech lives and comes home to Pabu after Tantiss. This is my fic where Tech is not CX-2, but he still goes through a lot to come home and builds himself a hoverchair. Thank you so much for making this! I love how comfortable and in love they are!

Oh, oh my! I have made it as a smut writer if my work is inspiring fanart. What an honor!

Wow! @elslittlestories, this is fantastic! 🥰🥵

Thank you! 😊

This was loosely inspired by a very tasty piece of smut I've read of AO3:

A little bit of tender by Bring_backup ( @bring-backup-99 on Tumblr)

If I find the motivation, maybe I'll render this properly...

(Ref Pic under the cut, from that tennis movie with Zendaya)

OH MY GOD. I’m losing my mind right now.

My Fennec foursome is inspiring art! 🥹

@elslittlestories, thank you so much for this! They are beautiful!!! And hot AF !🥵😏

I'm horny, I read @bring-backup-99 's A little bit of tender again and now I can't get them out of my head!!!

😶 Had to remove the second WIP cause it was too explicit... So here's a sensored version 😅

⚠️ Foursome, nakedness, explicit positions, watch at your own risk

Bless whatever animator decided that Tech’s thighs should be so heavily featured. They weren’t going to give us any bare skin below the neck, but they were going to lovingly draw those thighs. 😍🤤

I edited together all Tech's bits from the Training Combat from S1He, "Aftermath." I zoomed in when appropriate, and slo-mo a few of the small clips. There is no sound on the slo-mo clips. Oh, and I lightened, brightened, and sharpened everything.

Took some still shots as well:

Tech's huge Duck Paddle Feet will always make me smile. 😍😍😍

Never noticed this. "Wrecker, wait!"

At 0:20 watch Tech get knocked off the droid's shoulders. He lands flat on his back and his poor head literally BOUNCES off the floor a few times. Even with a helmet, this would suck bad enough for a non-Autistic person, so imagine what our Tech was feeling.

I always though he'd just had the wind knocked out of him and was being a Drama Clone. But no, he really whacked the crap out of that big old melon of his.

Also, hello neck and HELLOOO thighs.

Wrecker picking him up with hands under his arms is so cute.

Enjoy!