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[nancyheart11]

YOU KNOW HOW TO PUT IMAGES IN AO3???

will you teach me your secrets 👉👈

-Sky Floor

Okay, so the funny thing is that I asked an LU fan I met in the wild how to do this XD. It's the gift that keeps on giving.

There's a way to it with html but I'm not code savvy enough to even try.

If you're uploading your fic using the rich text box in A03 there's a button at the top that lets you insert image by putting in the web link, put an image description of desired, and change the height / width of the image.

What I learned through a panic this morning is that in order for the image to show up, there needs to be a web address for it to pull from, so don't try to upload a image from a folder on your phone, copy a address link from a Tumblr post if that's where you're grabbing it from.

(hope this helps! I was in desperate need since Dad Squad has had so many lovely things drawn by smiles and I want to include all of them at some point)

[perspectiveofaclosetedgal]

I got told today

"You better not be a lesbian because you have horrible taste in woman"

[cafeacademic]

Hello friend! Congrats on 104(ish) followers! So very happy you are on here and sharing your writing with the world! 💕💕💕💕

Could I request #71 with Tech & Crosshair if possible? 👉👈

Again, congrats! You deserve the world! 💕✨💕✨💕

AHHH LOML!!!! Thank you thank you thank you for encouraging me to get back on Tumblr after many a year. Hope you enjoy some nice filth ;))

Agent Provocateur

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Pairing: Imperial!Tech x Reader X Imperial!Crosshair

Rating: Explicit (as always, begone minors)

Warnings: Degradation, Rough Sex, Face-fucking, M/F/M threesome, choking, some spanking, some biting, so much dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k (whoops)

Fair warning, our boys get a little mean in this one, but I wanted to do some Imperial content since I get the feeling we won't be seeing Imperial Cross much more after tomorrow.

You had learned to take a moment to collect yourself before you rounded the corner to the Special Agent’s office. The first time you had been called to see him, you tried to calm your racing heart at the door, only for it to slide open as you stood there like a deer in headlights. Now, you made sure to make yourself presentable before entering the corridor.

With one last deep breath, you steeled yourself and made your way over to the door. As expected, it slid open as soon as you arrived; you thought he may have had cameras positioned near the door, but you couldn’t find them, try as you might.

“Agent,” he said curtly, eyes flicking up at you from his datapad. His goggles sat on his nose, and he was muttering to himself slightly. He was either translating something or worried.

It was only then that you noticed the man next to him. Still clad in all his armor, except his helmet, was CC-9904. Crosshair, you recalled, though referring to him as such would result in a correction and a not so subtle threat of violence: Commander. See to it that you do not disrespect me again, lest the squad reminds you of what happened to the last soldier who challenged me.

“Sir. Commander,” you greeted politely. Seeing them both in front of you made your stomach twist in knots. You had accompanied Crosshair on his last mission, helping to stir up trouble at a local bar so that all of the town’s insurgents would be in one, easily targeted place. If he was here with your boss, then it could only mean he had strong feelings about your skills on the last mission. And the Commander wasn’t known for his compliments.

“Do you know why you’re here, Agent?” your boss spoke up. His name was Tech if you recalled the gossip from the mess hall correctly. You had been working under him for months, and you still only referred to him by his honorific.

“I do not, sir,” you kept your hands clasped behind your back and your head high. You’d be damned if you showed any sign of weakness to the two men in front of you. Crosshair raised a single eyebrow, rolling the toothpick between his teeth to the other side of his mouth.

“The Commander made a very interesting report,” Tech said, pulling up a new page on his datapad. You swallowed hard. “He says that on your last mission, you employed tactics unbecoming of an Imperial officer to complete your assignment,”

You kept quiet, trying to run through all the things you did on the mission that could’ve upset Crosshair so much. It couldn’t have been the comm reports, or the getaway, or the-- oh. You felt the back of your neck get hot.

“I must say, taking off your shirt and dancing topless in the middle of a bar is certainly an unexpected way to garner the attention of the insurgents,” Tech accompanied his words with a small smirk, and Crosshair looked at you, eager to hear your response.

“It was effective, sir,” you replied, voice strong despite the hot shame creeping up your spine. You didn’t think the Commander had seen you, but it only made sense that he would have eyes on you at all times. Your gaze held firm, seeking out some sort of idea of what your reprimand would be.

“Effective at making the Empire look like a whorehouse,” Crosshair said, voice tinged with something almost akin to amusement. Your eye twitched and the words were out of your mouth before you could think of the consequences.

“With all due respect, Commander, my job is to make it seem like I’m not with the Empire. Even if it means insulting your delicate sensibilities,” you spat out your reply with more venom than you thought you had in you. Crosshair looked back at you for a moment, seeming stunned that you would dare raise your voice at him. Tech, however, set his datapad down on the table with deceiving composure. As he stood, it occurred to you that you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Watch your tone, Agent. A smart girl like you should know better than to challenge her superiors,” Tech said, eyes flashing with anger and something else you couldn’t quite place; something dark and swirling and almost feral. You chanced a look at Crosshair, who seemed to be seething with the same emotions, though it was plainer on his face what the second, more turbulent emotion was; lust.

Oh. Oh.

“If you really think I’m smart, you would trust that I am capable of making my own decisions on missions,” you pushed, playing with fire with the sole intent of getting burned. To say you hadn’t imagined the men while alone at night, biting your hand to keep quiet, would be a lie. You felt like they knew that too.

Tech and Crosshair exchanged a look, letting your words hang heavy in the air and allowing you to regret them in full. It was Crosshair who stepped forward first, one pace, two paces, before grabbing you by the stiff collar of your uniform and jerking you to the floor. It was gentle enough that you could catch yourself before you went sprawling, and you realized that was his intent; you weren’t on your knees because he threw you there, you were on your knees because that’s where you wanted to be.

“Insolent,” he spat, gripping a fistful of your hair and jerking your head from side to side, inspecting you. “Hopefully that mouth has better uses than disrespecting your Commander,”

“If I recall, I am her direct commanding officer. She spoke back to me. I should get to take her first,” Tech said, glaring at his brother. You felt yourself grow warm at their harsh words; the way they spoke as if you weren’t even there was making you dizzy with arousal.

“I was the one who brought you the grounds to set this meeting up. If anything, I should--” you cleared your throat and cut Crosshair off. The two men turned to you, and you looked up at them with mock innocence.

“Don’t you boys know how to share?” you said, hoping to coax them into action. It worked, and Tech moved to stand behind you and tug your hair back. The position forced you to look up at Crosshair, whose anger at being interrupted was quickly turning lecherous.

“Mm, you’re so confident. What makes you think you can take both of us?” he said, gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Your head was completely immobile, giving you nowhere to look but into the eyes of the Commander you had just challenged.

“Natural ability,” you teased, and you saw Crosshair’s eyes widen just a bit. You smirked, landing your final blow. “And experience,”

That was it. With a near-feral growl, Crosshair grabbed you by the shoulders and he and Tech manhandled you onto the desk, meticulously clean save for Tech’s datapad, which was quickly shoved into a drawer. Tech pushed you down so you were laying on your back, and Crosshair worked at the buttons on your top while Tech worked at your trousers.

“Should’ve known you were a slut,” Crosshair muttered, mostly to himself, as he worked on tearing your shirt off of you. Once all the buttons were undone, it fell to the floor, and he quickly tossed your undershirt down to join it.

“Always acting so coy, like a good little agent,” Tech said and he pulled your pants over our hips and tossed them to the floor. He grabbed the now-exposed lace of your panties and pulled it tight, the fabric providing friction on your clit that made you whine. “But this is where you really belong, isn’t it, sweetheart? Mewling under your commanding officers,”

Before you could form a coherent response, Crosshair had removed your bra and was now taking one of your nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing over the bud in a way that just edged on painful. Your words got lost in your whine, and Tech huffed out a laugh, pinching the inside of your thigh.

“There you go, make all those pretty noises for us. Let the whole base know who’s fucking you like the whore you are,” he said, and Crosshair smirked, lips still wrapped around your nipple. His nimble fingers-- still covered by his gloves, you noted-- came up to pinch the other one, and you whimpered, embarrassingly needy.

“Fuck, please, sir,” you gave Tech your best puppy-dog eyes, but all you got was a smack to the thigh.

“Language,” he chided, and you pursed your lips together at his challenge. With Crosshair still laving his tongue over your breasts, Tech dragged your panties off torturously slow. Once they joined the pile of your clothes on the floor, he skimmed two fingers through your folds, and you almost cringed at how embarrassingly wet you were.

“That all for us, doll?” Crosshair said, looking back at Tech, who was examining his fingers with more than a hint of pride. You nodded eagerly, and he smirked. “How about you give us something in return, then?”

With a silent glance, Crosshair and Tech moved in unison to reposition you on the desk, letting your head hang off the edge and giving Tech room to step between your legs. From your new vantage point, you could see Crosshair undoing the clasps of his codpiece, and you watched hungrily as it clattered to the floor, finally letting you see the outline of his cock through his blacks. While you were enraptured by the Commander, Tech quickly undid his slacks and pulled himself out, taking advantage of your distraction to pump himself a few times before nudging his head against you.

“Shit!” you gasped as Tech's cock slid between your folds, the head grazing over your clit. Your hips tried to buck up, but he pressed a hand to your stomach, holding you down.

“What did I say about language?” he scolded once more, and you looked away sheepishly. “You don’t get your reward if you aren’t good,”

“Don’t worry, doll. I can help with that,” Crosshair cupped your cheek, bringing your attention back to him. As your brain tried to make sense of the scene in front of you, the position skewing your perspective, Tech thrust all the way into you in one swift motion. You hissed, mumbling nonsense that you were pretty sure was free of profanity. Seemingly pleased with your restraint, Tech squeezed your hip.

“I think she has a soft spot for me, Commander. Just listen to all those slutty little noises,” Tech said, gaze flicking between Crosshair and the way his cock was stretching you. The sniper huffed and gripped your cheek once more, this time with more force.

“Can’t make any noises if her mouth is full,” he said, holding his cock in one hand. It seemed impossibly hard, leaking a steady dribble of precome, and your mouth dropped open instinctively. Crosshair smirked as he guided your head. “See? Knew that mouth had to be good for something,”

As Crosshair let you take his cock in your mouth, Tech quickly pulled out and slammed back in, jolting you forward on the desk and forcing Crosshair’s cock to brush the back of your throat. You suppress a gag, but the two men couldn’t suppress their groans as you clenched around them.

“Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Commander,” Tech remarked, setting a lazy pace with his hips. He made sure to grind his pelvis against you, reveling in how you fluttered around him when you felt even the faintest pressure on your clit. Crosshair, who was letting you stroke him while your tongue worked over the tip, growled at the teasing and fisted a hand in your hair, holding you steady while he thrust himself all the way into your throat. You spluttered and gasped for air, only getting a moment of reprieve as Crosshair began to fuck your face in earnest, keeping your head steady.

“Not a chance, Agent,” he quipped back at Tech, his voice remarkably steady. “Gonna ruin this pretty little toy,”

You whined around him at the filthy words, the vibrations causing Crosshair to curse under his breath. Tech sucked in a breath as you tensed around him, holding back for only a few more strokes before gripping your hips and driving into you with a force you weren’t sure was possible from him.

“Mm, please,” you tried to moan, but it came out more like garbled nonsense around Crosshair’s cock. Tech hoisted one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist to plow even deeper into you. The stimulation was almost too much, and you squirmed beneath the two men. Tech growled and smacked your thigh, the sting burning through your leg and sending a twinge of arousal up your spine.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, smacking you once more. You whimpered and Crosshair hissed, driving himself even deeper into your throat. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes.

“God, these perfect tits,” Crosshair let his free hand wander to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts. His hands were so large that it felt like his touch was all-consuming, and you couldn’t stop the near-shriek that crawled out of you. Your whole body was trembling, trying to move away from all the overwhelming sensations, only to be met with the strong resistance of the men on either side of you.

“Good fucktoys don’t move,” Crosshair’s voice was strained as the hand in your hair slid to your throat. He pressed down, restricting your blood flow just enough to make you feel dizzy. Between Tech’s hand on your hip and Crosshair’s grip on your throat, you could feel yourself spiraling closer and closer towards the edge. Tech, sensing this, brought two fingers to your clit and began teasing you with feather-light touches. Your body jerked with oversensitivity, and he laughed.

“Beg for us to let you come,” he commanded, and you groaned.

Your pleading was muffled and hard to make out, but Tech was satisfied with your faint “I’ll be so good from now on,” and Crosshair twitched in your mouth when you promised to “follow orders like a good girl,”

“There’s our obedient little slut,” Crosshair laughed, and you tried to nod in agreement. You were so close, so absolutely enraptured by the two men that you were sure anything they did next would send you over the edge.

Tech brushed his thumb over your clit with just enough pressure, and you came hard. Your vision became fuzzy as you spasmed around Tech’s cock, the man continuing to fuck you through your high. Crosshair, possibly in an attempt to muffle your very loud whines, pressed himself as far into your mouth as he could go and spilled down your throat, the hand on your neck bobbing slightly as you swallowed him down. Tech, heady with power and the way you felt around him, leaned over you and bit down on your collarbone as he came, stilling inside you as you felt his cock twitch with slight overstimulation.

You drifted slightly, still not fully recovered from your orgasm. Tech and Crosshair helped you up, letting you brace yourself on their shoulders and your legs stopped wobbling. In the mirrored black glass of the desk, you saw bruises circling your throat and the bite mark Tech had left, small drops of blood pooling to the surface of your skin. You turned slightly, only to see an angry red handprint on your thigh. The two clones watched you smugly as you examined yourself.

“Those marks look good on you, doll,” Crosshair said. You looked back at him, feeling shy under his gaze even though he had just fucked your throat not two minutes ago.

“Thank you, Commander,” you said coyly. He groaned at the title, and you bit back a smile. Tech handed you your clothes, neatly folded; when did he have time to do that? You gave him a grateful smile and began to redress, before noticing something was off.

“Where are my--” you gestured with your hand, hoping they would get what you meant. Crosshair shrugged and Tech slammed one of his desk drawers closed with a bit too much force. When you looked at him, he raised an eyebrow as if daring you to challenge him. You did not.

“You will be receiving a new assignment,” Tech said professionally as if he hadn’t just shoved your panties into a desk drawer after fucking you senseless. Your face fell slightly, worried about what he could mean.

“You will be the on-call agent for my squad, along with whatever he requires of you,” Crosshair gestured towards Tech, who kept his face neutral, save for the playful glint in his eyes.

“Provide him with whatever he needs, Agent,” Tech said, and you didn’t miss the insinuation in his voice. “I will be keeping a close eye on your work, in case you need to be reprimanded,”

“But sir,” you looked up at the two of them with big doe eyes. “What if I like disobeying?”

You didn’t leave Tech’s office for the rest of the day.