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aurorasulphur · 5 months

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Disclaimer: none of these answers are official, and may not work for your particular use case. If there is a specific feature that an unofficial app had that you don't know how to replicate on the AO3, let me know in the notes and we might can crowdsource a solution.

A lot of people used the Archive Reader app to access stories on Archive of Our Own, and have been upset that the app is now charging to read longer than an hour a day. AO3 (and its parent organization, the OTW) has made it extremely clear in recent days that this app is unofficial and that there *is* no official app. They encourage people to use the website.

However, there are MANY reasons you might want an app, and in a bunch of those cases, there are ways to do those things without having to provide your login information to a random person running an app. Here is a round-up of solutions to the most common reasons I've seen people give for wanting an app instead of the plain AO3 website.

These solutions are based on the following assumptions:

You know what Archive of Our Own is

You often or primarily access it through a mobile device running iOS or Android

You understand what a browser is

You understand what a browser bookmark is

You understand what a site skin is

Edits:

Edited to clarify that you must be logged in to use custom site skins

Edited to add more tips and tricks from the reblogs

Edited to add new entry about notifications/emails

Edited to add new entry about reading statistics and the tracking thereof

I need a widget on my phone's homescreen, not just a browser bookmark.

You can do this with any website, not just AO3! Instructions here: https://www.howtogeek.com/196087/how-to-add-websites-to-the-home-screen-on-any-smartphone-or-tablet/

I need Dark Mode.

AO3 has a default site skin for Dark Mode, it's just called Reversi. Find it here, or at the bottom of any page on the website. https://archiveofourown.org/skins/929/

If you'd like Dark Mode on your whole browser (and you're on Android), sorrelchestnut has advice here: https://www.tumblr.com/sorrelchestnut/737869282153775104/if-you-want-dark-mode-and-dont-want-to-mess

I need to be able to read stories when I don't have internet.

Every work on the AO3 has a download button, so you can click on that and download the story for offline reading in the ereader app of your choice. More info on how to do that is in the AO3 FAQs: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/downloading-fanworks?language_id=en#accesslater

I need to be able to change the text size of the website itself.

If you have an AO3 account (and you should!!) you can do this with a personalized site skin! There is a simple tutorial here: https://www.tumblr.com/ao3skin/667284237718798336/i-have-a-request-if-you-dont-mind-could-you

I need to be able to change the text size in downloaded stories.

My personal recommendation: Don't download in PDF format. All the other formats you can download in can scale the text size up and down, assuming you open the work in the correct app. For me, I download works in EPUB format and read them on the built-in Books app on my iPhone. I hear good things about Moon Reader on Android as well.

I need to be able to replace Y/N in fics with an actual name.

ElectricAlice has a bookmarklet for that here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34796935

I need to be able to save specific tags and not have to search them up every time.

If you have an AO3 account (which you definitely should) then you can favorite up to 20 tags which will appear on the landing page. The AO3 FAQ explains how that works: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/tags?language_id=en#favtag

I need to be able to save specific filters and be able to apply them to any tag.

Reisling's beautiful bookmarklet has you covered: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33825019

I need to be able to permanently hide certain tags.

The best option is adding this to your site skin. (Must be logged in.) Instructions here: https://www.tumblr.com/ao3css/719667033634160640/how-to-permanently-filter-out-certain-tags-on-ao3

I also hear things about the AO3 Enhancements extension (just for Android/desktop, sorry iOS folks): https://www.tumblr.com/emotionalsupportrats/686787582579851265/browser-extension-everyone-on-ao3-should-know

I need it to save my place on the page and not reload.

This is really mostly a browser error--Firefox on iOS does this to me A LOT. Your best bet is to download the work and read it in an ereader app. A lot of people also will make an ao3 bookmark and write in the notes section which part they were at, but that assumes you aren't falling asleep while reading. (Which is the main reason I have this issue, lol.) For more info on bookmarks, see the FAQ: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/bookmarks?language_id=en#whatisbookmark

I need it to keep track of which stories I've already read/opened/kudos'd.

If you have an account (which you should) then the "My History" page keeps track of every fic you've ever clicked on. No, it isn't searchable or sortable, but it does exist. For fics you've kudos'd, I have yet to find a solution for iOS. For desktop or Android, you can use this excellent userscript: https://greasyfork.org/en/scripts/5835-ao3-kudosed-and-seen-history

@the-sleepy-archivist and @inkandarsenic have a solution for iOS here to use userscripts: https://www.tumblr.com/the-sleepy-archivist/737895174683885568/this-is-a-great-guide-one-thing-i-can-help-with and https://www.tumblr.com/inkandarsenic/737827438571192320/the-user-scripts-will-also-work-on-ios-there-are

I need an app because the website's search is terrible.

(I genuinely don't understand this one but I have seen it multiple times so on the list it goes!!) The search bar at the top of the screen is a keyword search. If you'd rather search within a specific field (like title or tag) then you'll want to click on the word "search" at the top of the screen and select Work Search or Tag Search. To search users, use People Search. To search Bookmarks, use Bookmark Search. (If this is you, please tell me what the heck you mean by "search is bad" and how an app helped with this.)

I need to be able to sort stories by date posted/number of bookmarks/alphabetical/etc.

You can do this using the filters sidebar. Pick a tag you want to filter on (like a fandom, character, or relationship) and then click on the "Filters" button. The sidebar will pop out and you can sort and filter on a boggling array of specifics. A good filtering guide: https://www.tumblr.com/saurons-pr-department/718665516093472768/if-there-is-something-you-dont-want-to-see-in

I need to be able to mark stories to read later.

AO3 has this feature built in! If you have an account (which you should) there is a "Mark for Later" option on every work.

Edit: Thispersonishuman reminded me that History and Mark For Later can be disabled, so if you're not seeing the Mark for Later option, check your settings.

I need to be able to listen to stories using text-to-speech.

Microsoft Edge web browser has a built in text to speech function. Supposedly it works on both iOS and Android, but I have not personally tested that. iOS also has a native accessibility feature in settings for text to speech that will work on the Books app, so I assume Android has a similar functionality. A bunch of people in the reblogs have more in-depth Android recommendations here: https://www.tumblr.com/protect-namine/737957194510794752/seconding-voice-aloud-on-android-for-tts-my, https://www.tumblr.com/smallercommand/737884523093704704/i-use-voice-for-tts-on-android-its-got-some, and https://www.tumblr.com/doitninetimes/737869463749263360/for-text-to-speech-on-android-you-can-also-check

I need to have in-app notifications for updates/I can't ever find story updates in among the rest of my emails/checking my email stresses me out.

Set up a separate email address using a free service like gmail, and use that email address JUST for AO3. Then the only emails in that inbox will be your story updates. I use Apple's Mail application for all my inboxes, but it's very easy to use the Gmail app instead, and you could log in to JUST the ao3 email and set it to notify for every email.

(Also as a general PSA: don't use your work, school, or military email as your AO3 email. Just don't.)

I want statistics like how many hours I spent reading, how many words I read, what my most read tags were, stuff like that.

So we've finally hit something that isn't easy and that requires a hell of a lot of manual work. Short version: AO3 does not track this data because they don't want to. (Mostly due to privacy concerns.) The lack of this tracking is a feature, not a bug. You can crunch these numbers yourself, but it will take a hell of a lot more effort, and it's something I personally found is not worth the effort the couple of times I have tried to crunch those numbers. If you are willing to download your history to an actual computer (not a tablet or chromebook) using Calibre, you can get a rough idea of your most popular tags via their tag browser, but it won't play nice with typos synned to a Common Tag (Canonical Tag/filterable tag) like ao3 does. (If anyone has used an app that gave you stats on this, please let me know in reblogs/replies/via ask how that worked because I am very curious.)

I need an app because <other reason>.

The AO3 Unofficial Browser Tools FAQ might cover your use case: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/unofficial-browser-tools?language_id=en If not, give a shout and we'll see what other tumblr users suggest!

#ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 app #ao3 tips #if you want official answers please use the contact forms on the ao3 or otw websites #standard disclaimer that while i am an otw volunteer i do not speak for the organization #my opinions are my own and do not represent anyone else

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archetypal-archivist · 1 year

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Work the Knight Away- 4halo

A thing for 4halo, playing on the themes of romance but not romantic. (Whether or not Badboyhalo’s character is aromantic matters little to me- I enjoy all interpretations but this is themed for those who like to think he is. :3 )

A story in which Forever is a knight errant out to make his fame and fortune. He and his family- Cellbit, Pac, Mike, and Felps- agreed that they would set out to make legends of themselves. Once they were famous, they would return home and tell each other stories about what had happened while they were away and what they had done.

Cellbit was the first to return, solving a series of murders to track down the killer, a desperate man with a more desperate motive that lead him down the path of vile, vicious black magic. Pac and Mike left together and returned as such, having become great inventors and saving a kingdom from a bitter winter through use of steam and brass and bravery. (Marketing is tough, y’all, customer service more so.)

Felps was the latest to return, having tripped his way into a conspiracy to summon forth a dark god by way of being slated as one of the three bodies for the next sacrifice. He escaped with the child in tow, the old man staying behind to blow up the ritual site, and as one of two survivors, he was marked as a hero and a martyr. The child comes with Felps to his home with his friends and they name him Richarlyson, deciding to raise the kid as their own.

Forever... Forever has yet to return. He’s not as technologically-inclined as Pac and Mike, nor as blindly compassionate as Felps, nor as quick-witted as Cellbit. All he has is his sword, his horse, his armor, and his willingness to work. So perhaps it’s for the best that a year into his journey, the work finds him.

It starts with a demon.

Forever is on day 432 of his journey and he rides up into a town that looks run down but well-loved, just on the right side of poor. He asks around if there’s any monsters that need slaying because at this point he’ll do just about anything for a warm bed and a meal and the townspeople insist that there’s only one monster around and that he shouldn’t be bothered. Forever presses the matter and he’s told that the monster is a demon who showed up about a week before he did, and that if he were to travel out upriver to see the demon, he would surely agree that he’s harmless.

Forever, tired but not too tired to be curious, and just jaded enough to suspect that the demon may not be as harmless as he appears, rides off to see him. He finds Badboyhalo just as the townspeople had said, cutting down a tree with a big stack of logs nearby. Forever starts to interrogate BBH but he just smiles sunnily at the knight and pretends that Forever had come up to be his friend. He spins out a yarn about how happy he is to see Forever, how eager he is to have a friend and how friends help friends, right?

Forever ends up spending four hours with Badboyhalo building a bridge across the river. He didn’t plan on this, but it ended up happening and even when the bridge is complete he’s still not sure how he got roped into it. Immediately after he goes to the inn, pays for a room, and goes to bed, exhausted after the labor.

With the bridge built, BBH leaves town in the dead of night and the third morning after, the river floods. Forever is there to watch it happen and he's shocked and intrigued to see a flood of people cross into town in the wake of the disaster. Apparently the town Forever is staying in for the time being was barely hit by the flood but those upstream suffered greatly- Bad's bridge saved lives. A bridge, built three mornings before it became necessary, saved lives.

It's just as suspicious as it is auspicious so Forever leaves town to track down the demon who roped him into helping in the first place. It takes time but Forever is stubborn and patient when he needs to be, so he does find the man again, this time digging a big hole in the garden behind someone's house. Forever tries to interrogate BBH again but the demon remains cagey, instead having Forever dig the pit with him.

Again Forever is too tired to question BBH after the work is done and just like the first time, upon having to deal with the other's word play and shenanigans for hours, his first thought is of sleep. BBH leaves with the rising of the moon and upon its setting, Forever awakens to a heavy rainstorm, heavy enough to prevent all travel. He waits out the weather in the inn, irritated at this turn of events, and it's only on the third day that it clears up- but not before a bolt of lightning strikes the pond made by water filling the hole he and BBH dug.

Forever and the townsfolk understand, then, that the pond was what kept the lightning from striking a nearby house, the body of water a more attractive target, if only just. To Forever, this feels like intentional acts rather than happenstance that saved the people again. BBH is preventing disaster before it occurs and he is either the cause of the disaster in the first place, or he can see the future. Either way, Forever wants to know more.

Really, a demon causing and mitigating problems at every turn, ones dangerous enough to risk life and limb of everyone nearby? Sounds like the perfect person to follow for adventure and Forever really, really wants to go home.

So he follows BBH from town to town and city to city and helps the demon out every chance he gets, trying to learn more about him along the way. At first Forever's motive is entirely adventure and fame driven but over time, he falls in love with the work. It's ugly and hard and most of the time, he only gets minor accolades if anything at all. But he's saving lives.

He gets a roof over his head and homemade bread. He gets babies named after him, left in his lap as the parents greet the refuges or cry over those who narrowly escaped disaster. He gets BBH smiling at him; happy to see him, happy to have his help and his hands, eager to get to work.

Forever falls in love with that, the work. The grind. And along the way, he thinks he may fall in love with Badboyhalo too but only so much as it's a relief to see him, a lone constant just as happy to see him in turn. A welcome indicator that there is work to be done and here, for a few days at least, Forever can stop his wandering and lose himself in helping others.

It comes to a head when Forever, too full up on love to hide it anymore, confesses to BBH that he loves him but that he asks not for reciprocity because he doesn't love the demon as a person but as a symbol. A sign of the work, which is his true love. Bad hesitates and back peddles and tries to argue Forever out of it, but the knight stays firm- he loves BBH. He just doesn't want the demon to love him back: it would be leading them both on, giving them both false hope.

At last, BBH accepts but tells Forever outright that he can't love Forever back, even if he wanted to. As he's bound up in his duty to warn people of danger and to prevent harm where he can, the work has to come first. He can love things, sure, but to love any particular person enough to be in love with them is simply beyond his ability. He asks Forever if he's absolutely sure that it's the work that the knight loves, and not the demon himself.

As if by saying it he would firm up his belief on the matter, Forever confirms this- the work is first in his heart.

And the work goes on.

More towns, more cities, more lives to be saved. A full year passes and now Forever travels with Badboyhalo, not trailing after him as he did before. It's harder on his body as the demon takes fewer breaks and stays in one place less than a human like Forever would, but he rejoices in it because it means more work, more help. Less suffering.

Less time to think.

In his wake, Forever has left legends and folk stories about him and his demonic companion and they are certainly famous in their own way. However, because Forever is enamored with BBH and the work, he never sticks around to hear how the people love him and as such, he has no clue that he's met the requirements to return home.

Cellbit and the others know of course, and they get worried for their friend. He's alive, the stories and their rate of creation proves it, but still Forever doesn't return. They write letters to him but none of them reach the knight, the carrier birds plucked out of the air by Bad any time they come close, their letters confiscated and the birds returned to the air.

Forever loves his life, it's necessary and wonderful- and it's ripping him to shreds. Bad notices and begins to insist on more breaks, more food, more time to sleep but at this point the damage is done and Forever has a taste for self destructive love. The work consumes him. This too eventually leads to confrontation and Forever demands BBH explain how, for a man who could never be in love with him, he shows the knight so much love.

Fired up and angry because harm is being done and it's taking something extreme like a fight to get Forever to stop hurting himself, Bad shouts that he doesn't love Forever - he cares for him.

Forever will never come first to him, Bad has his own life to live, but he's enjoyed having Forever in it. It's lonely being a harbinger of doom as few dare to travel his road, full of hard work and long hours as it is, so Forever's kindness is deeply appreciated. However, while having Forever in his life brings him joy, it's killing the knight and that's unacceptable. He can live without Forever. He can't live with Forever being gone from his life in a final, more permanent sense.

Forever needs to go home, even if BBH really doesn't want to let him go. So, the demon gives the knight the letters he stole, the letters he kept so he could keep Forever with him just a little longer.

Forever is heartbroken and betrayed and angry because when someone is hurting you, the last thing you want to hear is that it's for your own good. However, reading the letters affirms that his family needs him so he does eventually pack up his things and head back the way he came, leaving Badboyhalo behind.

The way home is long and arduous and without the work, Forever finally realizes just how close he's come to killing himself. Suddenly, riding on horseback for a day is insufferable without at least a blanket to pad his seat, and skipping meals makes him feel so ill he can hardly move. His body is fed up with the mistreatment so it's demanding all the things it needs as loudly as it can now that Forever is out of self-inflicted survival mode.

How fortunate, then, that there are plenty of people to greet him and take care of him on his journey home. Every place that Forever had stopped to help is eager to see him and are happy to feed him, house him, and entertain him for as long as he needs. Finally, Forever realizes just how beloved he is- it's only reaffirmed by how people cluck over his scars and sob over how much he's suffered to save lives. To them, their love for him is enough to make them distressed over the fact that he's in pain. By hurting himself, he's hurting them.

It makes Forever think on the last month or two of his journey with Badboyhalo and what it must have been like to have an identity that revolved around preventing suffering yet have a companion who experienced nothing but, simply because they chose to live in your presence and follow your ways.

It hurts to think about, but then, there's certainly plenty of time to think now that he's traveling home. Time enough to learn, to grow- to fall in love in new ways. To fall in love with the world he rushed to save without stopping to see just what he was saving.

And perhaps, Forever falls a little bit in love with the demon who decided to save him from himself, at what he thought to be the cost of their friendship for separating Forever from his "true love."

Eventually, Forever makes it home and Cellbit, Pac, Mike, Felps, and little Richarlyson rush out to meet him. They sweep him up into a big hug and laugh at how he's changed his sword for a shovel, his big war horse for a draft horse perfect for pulling wagons. Forever laughs too and he gathers his family up and shares his story with them, which really does sound fantastic when it's all laid out at once.

The family hears this story often in the following weeks, enough that Richarlyson gets a little sick of it, but they can tell it means a lot to Forever so they put up with it. They're also very grateful to Badboyhalo, even if they aren't 100% sure he exists- really, a future predicting demon with a penchant for community service? Really? (Cellbit still votes that this is better than the time Forever fell in love with their migratory avian neighbor. The pining had been unreal.)

Months pass. Badboyhalo, who had been keeping a portion of his attention on Forever ever since the man had left, gets a bad feeling. Something is about to happen and he needs to save his friend before it's too late, so he picks up his bag, borrows a faster horse, and rushes for Forever's home as quick as he can.

On Forever's part, life continues as normal until one day, a winter storm comes through and their house collapses in on Forever and his family, pinning them all underneath the dining room table. Cellbit can't think of a way out, Pac and Mike don't have the tools to build a way out, and Felps' willingness to be eaten to keep his family alive is profoundly unhelpful.

The only ones who are calm are Forever and Richarlyson- the latter because he's certain that his dads can do anything, and the former because he knows that while he can't do anything, Bad is coming for him. Badboyhalo's whole purpose in life is to help. Bad is his friend. He just needs to wait.

And sure enough, BBH comes right in the nick of time, squeezing his way into the house through the ruins of the chimney and leading the family out through narrow passages in the debris. Everyone makes it out alive and they watch as the house finally caves in, the last of the supports giving way under the weight of the snow.

Cellbit and the rest are in awe of the demon that saved them but Forever's only reaction is to pull Bad into a tight hug, reassuring the man that there are no hard feelings between them. BBH apologizes for not getting there sooner but Forever is having none of it, as to him there's nothing to forgive- he had faith that Bad would turn up and low and behold, he did.

Forever's family splits off a little ways, Pac and Mike already examining the wreckage to see how they may rebuild, but Forever stays by Bad's side for a bit. He's thought too much on the topic to stop the words from pouring out- Bad was right, all that time ago. Forever loves the work, but he loves Bad too, as a person this time.

Badboyhalo saved him from his lonely wandering by giving him the work, then saved him from himself by forcing him away, at cost to Bad himself. Forever isn't sure if it's hero worship or chivalrous loyalty or something else entirely, but Forever loves Bad and he wants to travel with the man again.

Bad takes a step back, heart aching and feeling slightly betrayed, and he repeats that he can't love Forever back, not the way Forever loves him. The work comes first, and Bad's life has to be entirely his own- in a world filled with danger at every turn plus his ability to sense it, Bad's greatest comforts are total control over his life and as much prevention of pain as possible. Divvying up his time between the work and a relationship would be stressful enough to render him non-functional, even if he knows it would make Forever happy.

Forever just shakes his head, explaining that he knows this full well and what he said before holds true- he doesn't want Bad to return his feelings. He is well aware that the work comes first, so he simply wants to travel with Bad and help him again. If doing the work lets him spend time with the objects of his affection- as his love for BBH is new but his love of the work never went away- then he'll commit to the task happily.

At this, it's BBH's turn to protest, as this method had nearly killed Forever last time. He'd rather have Forever alive, well, and far from him than close and in peril. Forever just smiles, a little bittersweet, and tells Bad that for all that the demon can't be in love with him, it's very clear that love is there. Bad just says that that's stating the obvious- why else would he be so eager to leave one of his best friends behind?

It seems like there's no resolution to be found, but Richarlyson stumbles up to them both and demands a story. He's tired from all the stress and a story before bed is a must! And not that boring one about Forever's adventures either! Forever laughs as an idea comes to him, which he explains to BBH and his family. Tentatively they agree, then more enthusiastically when they realize it solves all their problems.

The coming of Spring marks Forever and Badboyhalo leaving together for more adventures, and Fall marks their return to the rest of Forever's family, loaded down with gifts from the people they helped and stories from their time abroad. It's a bit of a pomegranate trick to make it work, especially since it's hard to carry a calendar on the road, but it all works out and everyone is happy- Richarlyson most of all.

#mc #qsmp #4halo #fanfiction #my writing #forever #badboyhalo

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rexxdjarin · 11 months

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Out of Our Element

A Commander Wolffe x Twi'lek OC: Zeeta One Shot

part of the Captain's Log timeline of stories

Summary: Strangers at the Syndulla's have caught the eye of Ryloth most infamous crimson vixen, Zeeta. One brooding, mysterious clone stranger in particular looks like he could use some special attention and she can't wait to figure him out. Our lovely Wolffe (and Gregor who will get his own one of these) has put up with Mari and Rex's x-rated antics on their ship for long enough now. Why not give him some of his own? And boy do I have quite the woman for him 😏

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Twi'lek OC: Zeeta Word Count: 9.6k Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT, P in V sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, rough sex, breath play, dom/sub dynamics & switching, Mature Themes, Language, References to Captain's Log Ch 13, most importantly just shamless slutty smut for our favorite commander

[Captain's Log Chapter 13] [Twi'lek OC: Zeeta Face Card] [Crossposted on ao3]

The muggy haze hung in the stuffy air of the Syndulla’s meeting cavern. Smoke from burning incense and the swell of warm bodies crowding together made beads of sweat pool up on Zeeta's ruby skin. The heavy pounding of kick drums and steel pans echoing around the stone walls filled her head, and her long, blue-freckled lekku carried the thrum of the rhythm through her body. She let the music move her, following her fellow Twi’lek dancers as they headed toward the center of the cave to start their performance for their guests.

Despite all they had suffered at the Empire’s hand, the ancient Twi’lek custom of a large feast and a show for Ryloth’s visitors was something the evil galactic regime could never take from them.

Although, Zeeta had not expected this group of visitors to be so enticing; a beautiful brunette human woman and three ruggedly handsome clones, like the ones she’d come to know very well in the past two years they had occupied her home planet.

The woman stood almost possessively close to the assumed leader of the group, a clone with scuffed, blue-painted plastoid and blonde hair. Their hold on each other led Zeeta to believe that the two had likely been together for some time, so she twisted to follow the choreography and to get a better look at the other two clones that accompanied them.

The first was a slightly wider clone, with massive squared-off shoulders, rounded thighs, and the typical dark hair slicked back on top. He wore a toothy grin, clearly happy to be surrounded by such a culturally rich gathering. The second was as wide and built as the first, but slightly taller and with a deep scar over a silver cybernetic right eye. This clone was definitely less enthused than the other two, his face set in an almost menacing scowl that would intimidate most.

Zeeta knew that she wasn’t like most women, and this clone had her name written all over him. He was edgy, moody, and maybe a little angry if she was reading him right. She was willing to bet he was the kind of intense, brooding man she craved. She could challenge him, endlessly tease him until that scowl broke and he was blubbering her name as he begged for more of her. Oh yes, he was the one she wanted to get to know better tonight.

She watched the four of them converse with the Twi’lek leader, Cham Syndulla, and Captain Howzer, the clone captain assigned to Ryloth. Suddenly, the music and dancing stopped, as Syndulla stood up to address the room.

“My people! Tonight we welcome our new guests. They have come to help us retake our planet with their brothers. With their assistance, Ryloth will be free once again!”

The crowd erupted into cheers for a moment before the drums started up again and the dancing resumed, and Zeeta let her body writhe and twirl as the music crescendoed. Her gaze darted over to the three new visitors every so often, and her most alluring looks were targeted at the scowling clone. Every time she looked, she found her bright green eyes meeting his mismatched ones watching her dance with suggestive intrigue.

Cham’s wife, Eleni had now joined the fold, taking the brunette woman by the hand and guiding her over to join the group of her handmaidens. If there was ever going to be an opportunity for Zeeta to get to know the brooding clone she’d taken a liking to, this was it.

Zeeta quickly separated herself from the dancing troupe in the center of the room and made her way to the group of handmaidens talking excitedly to the new female guest. She could see that the woman was even more striking up close: dark brows highlighting sparkling brown eyes, her face dotted with freckles on her glowing tan skin, and perfectly plush, pink lips in a pleasant smile. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say the woman had the kind of glow one only has when they are carrying life, but she knew better than to ask that of a stranger.

“Ladies, this is Mari. She is our guest. Make her feel welcome and allow her any of the refreshments she requires.” Eleni nodded graciously and made her way to her husband's side, taking her daughter’s hand and heading off to put her to bed.

“Welcome, Mari. You certainly are a lucky woman getting to travel all around the galaxy with such handsome companions,” Zeeta noted, again glancing over at the man who had piqued her interest and finding him staring right back with increasing intrigue. She could already tell he had noticed her flirting from afar. All she had to do now was seal the deal.

The other women in the group giggled their agreement and whispered amongst themselves about which of the three men suited their tastes. Mari laughed appreciatively and smirked as she looked over at them, “I am quite lucky. They’re wonderful men. You can’t go wrong with a clone, ladies. Trust me, my blondie over there is the best man I’ve ever known.”

Zeeta smiled to herself knowing that her instincts were right about the couple and laughing at how casually possessive Mari was over her lover. It was impressive. “What about the other two?” she posited, “because that brooding one over there has been staring at me since he walked in here.”

Mari urged them to move closer to her to keep them concealed from the clones’ prying eyes and shrugged matter of factly, “Well, if you really want to know… the two of them haven’t… been with anyone in quite some time, and I promised them I’d help them out tonight. Are any of you down for some fun?”

“Only if you tell us what they’re like,” Zeeta bargained, folding her arms and looking over her shoulder at her target who had clearly been eyeing her backside.

“The one who has been drooling over you is Commander Wolffe. He’s as intense and rough around the edges as he seems. Though, he’s got a soft side to him. A girl like you might be able to give him the run for his credits he needs. He likes a challenge for sure. As long as you’re down for a little bit of anything,” Mari explained, wiggling her brows as if to suggest he was into things that were not for the faint of heart. As she continued explaining the intimate details about the other clone, Gregor, Zeeta drifted into her fantasy.

The more she heard about Wolffe, the stronger the need in Zeeta’s core grew. Those strong clone hands on her body, the strength of his muscular thighs caging her in, the gruff of his voice calling her whatever filthy names he’d like. Stars, she would let him do anything he wanted, and she’d give all the attitude in the world right back to him. She wanted to be the one who took care of the hulking Commander Wolffe tonight and, by the looks he was giving her now, he wanted her, too.

“I can introduce you all if you’d like. The boys will be so happy to have some company tonight. They deserve it,” Mari offered with a genuinely thankful smile, looking around at two other Twi’lek women, Noola and Ryloo, who were clearly interested in something salacious with Gregor.

“Please,” Zeeta agreed eagerly, following Mari and the other two women as they made their way over to the altar Cham was sitting on. The two clones were both devouring their second bowls of nerf stew as the group of women approached.

Mari waved her hands at her companions, “Boys, this is Noola, Ryloo, and Zeeta. Ladies, this is Wolffe and Gregor. You won’t find better men to keep you company. You can take my word for it.” She turned and winked at her blonde boyfriend suggestively.

Zeeta barely waited for the words to come out of Mari’s mouth before she sauntered over to the illusive Commander Wolffe. She slipped to within his arm’s length and stared down at him. He had such a handsome face, his jawline covered in black stubble, a broad nose, and a furrowed brow outlining the dark, provocative glare he’d been using on her earlier.

“Hello, Commander,” she began, drawing out her vowels in a deep drawl thick with lust. She ran her fingers along his shoulder pauldron and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “We’ll see just who’s in charge later, won’t we?”

Zeeta tucked her dark lower lip between her teeth and pulled back to meet that scowl again only to be met with a devilishly charming smile. His hand shot out to grab her by the waist and he pulled her down onto his thigh.

“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” Wolffe growled playfully as Zeeta began gently writhing in his lap. His hand settled at the exposed small of her back to guide her ministrations.

She hummed and let out a throaty, bewitching laugh, leaning down to lightly trace the shell of Wolffe’s ear with her tongue. “I am whatever you want me to be, and right now I am awaiting your orders, Commander.”

Wolffe grumbled his delighted approval from deep within his broad, barrel chest, and Zeeta could feel his heart pick up its thrumming pace under her delicate, scarlet hands.

“You want me in charge, darling? You sure about that?” His hand slid around her waist, stroking the black lace adorning her exposed crimson skin. “Because I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

Zeeta smiled teasingly and wrapped her hands around his on her waist. “I’m not looking for gentle. I’m begging for a challenge,” she shot back, slowly starting to dig her nails into his grip on her. “Unless you don’t think you can handle me?”

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he laughed, reaching up to rest his hand on her neck to pull her close and hold her gaze, “girls like you are my specialty.”

The lust darkening his brown eye was all Zeeta needed to know he meant business and it took everything in her not to ask him to tighten his grip on her neck. A few breathless moments passed as they studied each other, and Wolffe’s jaw worked in frustration as she made him wait for her answer.

Zeeta blinked her long lashes at him as she held her own against his captivating intimidation tactics. It was all a game of tooka and womp rat. A meeker woman would have already given in and submitted to him. Not Zeeta. She was determined to make him antsy, to make him want it so badly that he let this dominant facade go and allowed her to take from him as she pleased. Mustering up every ounce of restraint she had, she let her playful demeanor evolve into something darker and needier. The blazing fire of seduction lit her bright, green eyes and she let a sly smirk spread along her dark lips.

She leaned in close, dragging her touch down his strong jaw and hovering her lips inches from his. “Prove it,” she muttered, both her lekku trembling against her back to portray the excitement coursing through her. She slowly sat back, watching the formidable man shake off his need for the kiss dangling tensely between them. She’d cracked him so easily, his entire body eagerly lunging toward her for more.

“I’ve… uhm… got a guest room, I think. Take me there?” he asked, blinking away the haze of rampant lust still clouding his judgment and making him woozy with desire.

She backed off him and stood up on her feet, watching the man in front of her get taller and taller as he rose to follow her. He was truly a massive man, even amongst clones, and he towered over Zeeta.

She rested her hand on his jaw and laughed, “Just as I thought… desperate boy.”

Wolffe beamed at her in response, bearing his teeth in a saccharin smirk. Both his hands ran down her sides, pulling her closer as he caged her into his chest.

“Ah–you better watch that mouth or you’ll regret it.” He arched his scarred brow at her and motioned for the exit.

“No, I’ll enjoy it,” she teased, letting her fingers trace down his neck, across his shoulder, and down the bulging bicep muscles in his arms until she laced them with hers. He shuddered briefly, holding her hand and patting her on the hip to urge her to move along. “C’mon, your quarters are this way.” she finally relented, dragging him by the hand into the dimly lit corridor they originally entered from.

As the festivities continued loudly behind them, Zeeta navigated down the shadowy halls of the cavernous palace. Just as they turned the corner toward the dwellings, she was pulled backward and pushed up against the wall roughly. The air rushed from her lungs as Wolffe crowded her and stared down at her like a man starved, his chest rising and falling as he huffed. Before she could say another word, he crashed his lips into hers.

Desperately horny and with unrelenting power, he practically consumed her, pressing her hands against the wall when she tried to hold on to him. Her eyes rolled back in her head at him overpowering her so easily, and he broke the mind-numbing kiss with a laugh.

“Can’t just watch all of you bounce in front of me like that. Need a taste of you first. You’re fucking… gorgeous,” he rambled through each broken kiss, spit-slick tongues brushing together each time he went back for more. “Not so much of a tease when no one can see you, hmm?”

“Don’t… count… on that…” she gasped back between kisses, slipping her face to the side, forcing him to miss her mouth. “I’m not going to make it easy for you, Commander.” She could sense his heart rate escalating, his determination to prove himself to her getting him going faster than he was used to. He bit down on his lower lip and groaned impatiently, his eyes narrowing as he calculated what to do next to up the ante.

Slowly, he eased his wandering hands up to cup her cheek, and chuckled softly, “Zeeta. Not a common name for a Twi’lek.” His brown and cybernetic eyes flitted around her face, studying her blue freckles, her enthralled expression, and her electric eyes. He smiled to himself. It was subtle and most would probably miss it entirely, but it was there. “But red skin and green eyes… you’re rare in a lot of ways, aren’t you? It suits you.”

Zeeta blinked back at him in surprise. He knew a lot more than she thought he would. He wasn’t just some back alley hook-up kind of guy–he had depth and intelligence. He was observant, taking in her every last detail and committing it to memory. However, from his grumpy demeanor down to his cybernetic eye, he wasn’t just some ordinary clone either. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to him in the first place.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but Wolffe had finally found a way to knock her off guard and took his chance to strike. He buried his face in the juncture where her jaw met her neck and laved hot passes of his tongue along the corded vein of her pulse.

“W-Wolffe.” Zeeta could say nothing else in response as a breathy moan escaped her deep brown lips.

“Commander,” he corrected, releasing the tension he’d suckled onto her skin with a pop. “I like hearing you call me that. Makes it seem like I have power over you.”

“Only seems that way if I allow it… mmmm,” she tried to scold him, but her outburst earned her a pleasant nip to her collar bone and it made her eyes hood closed. Blood pounded through her veins and overwhelmed her to the tips of her twin head tails as he worked dark hickies onto her skin.

“I think if it feels this good, I might be able to sway you into behaving for me.” Wolffe pulled back slightly to watch himself draw the pads of his fingers along the lacy bra caging her breasts in. “Want to see what you’ve got under this.”

Zeeta inhaled deeply, making him giddy as her breast filled his palm obscenely. “Room’s… first door on the right… if you’ll let me move–”

“Thank you,” he replied, suddenly scooping her off her feet and wrapping her legs around his waist. “If I had to watch you walk another step, I’d take you right here in this hallway,” he practically purred in her ear. He pulled her body close to his chest with one arm, her lekku swaying in the air as he spun around to take off down the hall.

“Impatient,” she giggled, looping her arms around his head to rest on his shoulders. Zeeta rolled her hips against his lower torso, her center grazing him just enough to create the friction she needed to spur them both on. With both his large hands kneading either side of her ass, he lifted her off him and she groaned in frustration.

“Don’t think I’m the only impatient one, darling,” he teased with a scolding lilt to his tone. He shifted her weight into one of his arms, using the other to shove open the door to his room hurriedly. He rushed inside, kicking the door closed behind them and setting her back down on her feet. Slowly, he glanced around the room, taking in his new surroundings and ensuring there weren’t any other doors he needed to lock before they carried on.

Zeeta cocked her head at him curiously. “What? You’ve never been in your own room before?” She folded her arms and bumped him teasingly with her shoulder.

He ran his hand nervously along the back of his neck and shrugged. “Uh, no I haven’t. Not really. Not this nice anyway. Even the private quarters in our barracks were still uh… you know military barracks. Not exactly ideal for having company.”

“But that never stopped you, I’m sure, Commander,” she smiled, resting her hand on his bicep and stepping close to him again.

He shook off whatever memory he was processing and turned toward her, placing his hands on her hips to steady himself. “No, it didn’t. This is just a lot nicer and we won’t have to worry about getting interrupted. Which means my opportunities to try things are limitless. Does that scare you?” The same dark, carnal glare he’d given her all night reappeared on his handsome face.

“Of course not. I’m down for anything,” Zeeta flirted back, reaching up to hold his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him again. With her lips hovering above his, she muttered softly, “Though from what Mari tells me, we should probably establish some ground rules.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes and worked his jaw in annoyance, “That girl… nosy little thing could learn a thing or two about establishing boundaries,” he chuckled, letting one hand travel up Zeeta’s back and lazily stroking her left lekku affectionately. She shivered at the delicate touch from such a severe man and leaned into him for more. “She is right, though. Need to go over safe words and whatnot. Think you know all about that.”

Zeeta hummed affirmatively, starting to get lost in his touch on such a sensitive part of her. If he was someone she knew a little better, she’d probably enjoy laying around with him and letting him be so domestic and caring like this. That wasn’t what either of them was here to do, though, so she’d have to put how much she was enjoying this tender moment aside and listen to him for now. “Uhm… yeah. Y-yes, right. Rules and safe words.”

“The color system. Does that work for you? Green means we’re in the clear. Yellow, slow down, and red, a hard stop?” he asked, his warm palm shifting to massage the back of her neck in an attempt to continue softening her. He pressed impossibly closer, his thighs brushing up against hers as he guided them both toward the large bed in the center of the room.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Non-verbal stop… I tap you anywhere three times, got it?” She let her hands graze down the front of his sprawling chest. He somehow felt even bigger now that she was this close to having him the way she wanted to. He grumbled deep in his chest, holding her in place as he leaned in to rest his forehead on hers.

“Affirmative. Anything you don’t like that I should know about?” He tenderly kissed her forehead, his adept fingers softly stroking where her left tendril met her neck. His lips grazed her temple and kissed down her jawline, showing an impressive level of restraint for a man who had nearly stripped her in the hallway moments ago.

Zeeta let herself melt into his kisses and laughed affectionately, grabbing at the black duraweave material of his shirt. “Don’t touch my asshole. That’s for men who take me on dates first.”

Wolffe snorted, nipping at her neck and soothing it with his warm tongue. “Fine,” he agreed, running his hand underneath the silky black strap of her bra and slipping it off her shoulder. “But I will have you there, too… some other time. After you agree to let me take you out, of course.” His touch followed where the strap fell, peeling one side of the lace top off her breast and gazing down at it.

Zeeta bit her bottom lip to hold back her shaky whimpers. His warm mouth on her neck and his touches traveling wherever he damn well pleased were putting her on edge. “What makes you think I’d agree to that?” she teased, but he interrupted by kneading her breast firmly, a satisfied smirk curling his lips at the corners as she let out a gasp.

“Come on now… don’t pretend you don’t like me, cyar’ika.” He nipped her collarbone briefly, his kisses roaming down her chest as he worked the other side of her bra off her shoulder. With two fingers he gently tugged at her nipple, pebbling it to hardness and waiting until she made any sound in response before stopping.

She watched him enjoy her body while she ran her hands up the nape of his neck and tugged at his dark curls defiantly. Zeeta grinned in delight now that he was preoccupied with her chest and muttered, “Please. I barely know you, Wolffe.” At that, he grunted and snapped the delicate lace along her back in half, the bra falling to their feet.

“You get naked for every guy you barely know? Or just the ones you like?” he challenged, stepping back to stare at her and running his tongue along his lower lip to signal his illicit satisfaction. He exhaled and let out a low whistle. “Fuck… look at you…”

Zeeta stepped up to him and tugged at the hem of his top, urging him to take it off. “Not just guys, Commander,” she muttered seductively “A girl’s got needs, and I’ll satisfy them whether I like someone or not. Now take this off. I can’t be the only one half-clothed, handsome.”

His brows raised in surprise as he pulled his top over his head and let it puddle on the floor beside Zeeta’s. To say he was in impeccable shape would be an understatement. His bronze skin rippled over pronounced pectoral muscles, with shoulders and arms to frame them that were just as gloriously toned and flexing with his every inhale. His lower abs were strong and thick with both his sides carving down into where his hips dipped into his bottoms, but his belly was just soft enough to look lived in, comfortable and healthy. Zeeta would spend all night leaving her mark on every inch of him if she could.

Silvery, faded scars dotted numerous places on his torso making Zeeta ache to think he’d been put in harm’s way this often. A man this jaw-droppingly handsome should be spending all his days between her thighs, not getting his pretty face blasted to smithereens.

“You are quite something, Commander.” She inched closer, tracing down his lower abs to loop her fingers in his waistband. “I could have a lot of fun with all of you.”

“So ask for permission and we will,” Wolffe said, reaching for her waist and dipping down to guide her hand down his bottoms a bit further. Zeeta grinned up at him slyly and spun them both around, pushing him down onto the bed behind him with as much of her strength as she could muster.

“I don’t need your permission,” she laughed tortuously as his eyes went wide, watching as Zeeta slowly hovered down between his legs. “You need mine, baby.”

Wolffe propped himself up on his elbows and watched through hooded eyelids as she settled herself between his thick thighs. He didn’t have it in him to fight her right this second, not with her so close to where he’d needed her all night. “We’ll see, darling. Remember how impatient I am...” he trailed off, groaning softly as she slipped a hand past his waistband to palm him over his underwear. “Fuck.”

“So mouthy… what am I going to do about that?” Zeeta cooed, palming him agonizingly slowly and watching his chest heaving in an attempt to keep his composure. He looked so sexy all worked up and Zeeta had to keep herself from drooling whenever their eyes met. She was supposed to be the one in control here, she had to focus.

With her other hand, she tugged on his bottoms and slid them down his thighs enough to get them out of her way. Both her lekku trembled with excitement as she leaned forward to press kisses into the soft hair and skin just below his navel.

“I know what I want you to do with yours,” Wolffe said gruffly with a wicked grin, rolling his hips up into her hand.

Zeeta could feel the ache of him against her palm, every thick vein throbbing with need. He was just as big as she expected and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to see it.

“I don’t hear you asking me very nicely,” she teased, sucking a deep mark on his v-line.

He hissed in response, punching his fist into the mattress below him. Relenting and relaxing back onto his right arm, he let his other hand trace her cheekbone. “Suck my cock…” The pads of his fingers caressed her face, slipping underneath her chin to tip her face up to meet his lust-laden gaze. He rolled his eyes and mumbled softly, “Please?”

“That’s a good boy. Now you’ve earned it.” Keeping her eyes locked with his, she hooked her fingers into his waistband and slipped his briefs down. His thick cock sprung free, slapping up against Zeeta’s cheek. She dropped her jaw in awe and smiled excitedly. “You have the right to be a little arrogant, walking around with this.”

He laughed, curling his hand around the side of her neck and guiding her face toward him. Wolffe held her gingerly, doing his best not to push her. “So show me what you can do, gorgeous.”

Zeeta pressed him down onto his back and helped him slide his briefs the rest of the way off. She brought her fingers to her mouth and twirled her wet tongue between them, her dark lips curling into a teasing smirk as she watched him squirm, and snaked her fingers around the base of him, lazily stroking him with the same rhythm as before as she settled herself between his thighs.

“You’re so wound up, huh? No one’s touched this pretty cock in a while. I’m so lucky I can make it all mine,” she said softly, carefully bringing his tip to her lips. She kissed it, letting her tongue dart out to flick a bead of precum from his slit.

“Cyar’ika… fuck–please…please do,” Wolffe panted, scowling down at her as his brows furrowed together in focus. He practically whimpered as she flattened her tongue, pressing his tip on the width of it and glancing up at him feigning innocence. Wolffe grumbled his enthusiastic approval, probably relishing in the sight of her like this before him. “Hmph–don’t tempt me or I’ll stuff that bold little mouth full of me.”

Zeeta arched her brow defiantly, slapping him on her tongue twice before suckling another wet kiss around the sensitive tip and taking him in her hot mouth. He sighed, his jaw dropping and his dominant ire melting away as she bobbed her head gently, swallowing more of him each time. Veins throbbed against her lips as all the blood in his body seemed to swell at his center. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the pounding sensation of him on her tongue and his desperate grip on her right head tail.

She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the tension pulling on him as her plush lips glided along his shaft. Her hands jerked and twisted the rest of him and she hummed around him to signify how much she was enjoying this. Every so often, her bright green eyes flicked up to meet his, watching her hungrily as his pleasure increased and his muscles flexed as he relaxed into it.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he swore as she swallowed, her throat contracting around him making him outright moan. “You love that cock, don’t you?” he asked, stroking up the back of her neck and trying anything to keep up the battle for control. He certainly knew where to touch her and how to make her brain go fuzzy.

The heat licking in her core flared up with every press of his fingers into her working muscles. She couldn’t help but give in a little and nod her confirmation as she popped off him.

Saliva trailed from her lower lip to the rim of his tip, leaking down his shaft and coating her fingers obscenely. It was sloppy, explicit, and sexy and Zeeta was sure the wave of desire for him now clouding her thoughts was making her drawn-out worship of his cock even slower. She slipped her tongue over her swollen lips, tasting the remnants of him.

“I could spend all night swallowing you down until you fill my throat, but now I’m impatient, Commander. I need more.”

Zeeta sat up on her haunches, admiring the astonishing width of his perfectly toned torso and walking herself up to his face. He watched her crawl up to him, stealing a glance at where the globes of her breasts dangled over his chest. She giggled, straddling his center with her own and allowing him to feel her drenched heat through the thin material.

Wolffe groaned at the contact, his hands flying up to grip the plush of her upper thighs. He maneuvered her against his cock, the dragging friction of her still-clothed center intoxicating him. “Then you won’t be needing these.”

Before she could slow the bucking of her hips, his large hand smacked against the round of her right asscheek and he laughed depravedly as she gasped. He smoothed his hands down the curve of her lower back, slipping her tight bottoms down her legs, panties and all. “If this little pussy’s as good as that mouth… fuck I’m going to pound you. Not used to a sexy little brat ordering me around.”

She shuddered in delight at his words. She was used to taking charge and getting what she wanted, and she was absolutely going to with Wolffe. Yet, something about that deep grit in his tone made Zeeta want to spiral out of control. He was such a cool bastard, so demanding and powerful, exactly how she always felt she was. But for some reason, with him, she felt just as safe letting him be that way for a change, too. He’d have to earn that, of course, because Zeeta would never have sexual relations with anyone without the thrill of ever-shifting power dynamics, but she was starting to consider what it would be like to let him have the reins.

“I thought you knew how important it was to follow orders, Commander,” she replied, resting her palms on his chest and dipping forward to kiss him tenderly. He hummed softly, trying to come up with a response when Zeeta slid her fingers around his neck. “Color?” she reminded in a whisper, stroking his cheekbone with one hand before allowing the other to close any tighter.

“Green, darling,” he winked, bumping her nose affectionately with his to egg her on. His hands roamed down her sides gingerly, making her shudder now that nothing stood between his touch and her crimson skin. ‘But getting more urgent. You’re killing me…” Wolffe smirked, his complaints making her chuckle.

She tightened her grip on his neck, erotically pressing the pads of her fingers against his pulse points. “Good. The less you listen to me, the longer I’ll drag this out.” Zeeta finished her scolding with a quiet moan, rubbing up against his cock with her slick folds. Her clit throbbed with need as she denied herself, too, trying desperately to ignore the tightening knot of desire in her lower belly. “Bet everyone thinks of you as such a tough man, hmm? Always in charge, doing as you please…” she giggled cruelly just beside his ear.

He shifted to reach for her hip, but she grabbed his arm and pinned it beside his head. “And usually…” his voice strained as he gulped under Zeeta’s grip, “always getting what I want.” Wolffe challenged her, tipping up to kiss her again and whining when she moved out of his reach.

She sat up, her grip on his neck holding him still beneath her, and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Wolffe, you will.” Zeeta turned to watch herself line up her entrance with his tip and then back to face him, maintaining the tantalizing eye contact that had drawn them to each other in the first place. “But not before I get what I want first.” She jerked her hips forward, sinking halfway down onto his cock and eliciting a garbled grunt from Wolffe as her walls suffocated him.

Zeeta’s jaw dropped open and a filthy moan escaped her lips as he split her open. She tested a few shallow bounces on him, letting him sink deeper and deeper within her heat each time. Her chest heaved and her tits bounced, making Wolffe’s mismatched eyes roll back in delight.

“Take… whatever–whatever you want,” Wolffe muttered through gritted teeth as his face hardened to show his restraint. It had been a while for him, she could tell by how viscerally his body was reacting to being touched. It was taking every ounce of strength and discipline within him to stave off the inevitable, which meant he was capable of withstanding her ruthless teasing. He just had to try.

She whimpered in delight, bearing her pointed teeth as she smiled through the mixture of pleasure and pain. “That’s more like it, Commander. I like it when you comply. Such a good boy, for me,” she cooed salaciously, shifting her grip on his neck to instead hold his jaw. Wolffe’s cock twitched inside her and she hummed in surprise. “You like that, huh baby? When I tell you how good you are? How much I love what your big, pretty cock does to me? Tell me…”

“Fuck… yeah I love it. ‘S so hot, Zeeta. Love how much you enjoy me,” Wolffe replied, grinding his hips with hers as she sunk down onto him again. “Ride me fucking harder when you fuck me. I need it… harder.”

The heat from his mismatched gaze swirled hotter in her belly, so she picked up the pace, lifting and slamming down on him faster. She released his arm from where she’d pinned it on the bed and both his hands quickly found their place on the thick of her round hips. She rose and fell on top of his cock as fast as she could, her hips grinding into his and the lewd slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room.

Zeeta’s heart hammered in her chest as she reveled in the drag of him inside her. He was thick, spreading her swollen walls apart and spearing into her deeper with every thrust. “Gods, Wolffe you’re so good. So good for me,” she huffed between gasps for air, exerting all her energy to bring him closer to his climax.

She brought both her palms to rest on the width of his broad chest again and smiled in satisfaction as she felt his heart pounding beneath them. She could tell he wanted to speak and was probably used to being a lot more chatty when he was in control. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip to hold his tongue and quiet his grunts of ecstasy.

He watched in silent awe as her body bounced on top of him, alternating between gripping her plush hips to help her ride him and massaging her breasts to make her erupt in goosebumps.

Wolffe’s quiet confidence and intimidating glare were maddeningly attractive to Zeeta. As much as she wanted to maintain her dominance over him, the coiling pressure he was coaxing tighter with each heavy stroke had her teetering far too close to finishing for her liking.

She couldn’t help but feel that this was what he wanted—to give her the illusion of control while he got to reap all the benefits of watching her work herself into a frenzy over him. He was quite the mindfuck, even for someone like her, and was so much more than he seemed.

Suddenly, Wolffe’s large hand spanked her right cheek and gripped hard, shifting her further down on top of him. The delightful sting on her ass made her whine and she dug her nails into his chest.

“Fuck me like you mean it, darling,” he growled lowly, twisting his hips to grind into her. Zeeta lost her rhythm as his tip speared into the deepest part of her walls, her jaw dropping and his name spilling out. “And if you can’t anymore, I’ll gladly take your role. Though, you do it so beautifully.”

Zeeta scowled down at him, her determination and unbreakable will giving her new strength. “We go until I finish, Commander. You can’t sweet talk your way out of this,” she chuckled devilishly. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” She slowly gyrated her hips, relaxing the pace and tightening her walls around him torturously.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, continuing to guide her hips. Any other remarks he had queued up melted away as she contracted around him, and he threw his head back into the pillows beneath him, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders begging to be nibbled.

His hands on her ass pulled her down onto him further, holding her in place as he thrust up into her brutally. He was losing all patience and restraint as his orgasm drew nearer, and his grip tightened on her skin, which would probably leave dots of purple bruises all over her backside.

Zeeta could feel every ounce of strength he possessed just begging to be unleashed, and his resolve only increased the more she tortured him. She could only hold on a little longer before the drag of him inside her would pull her under the wave building in her belly.

Before she could lift her hips again, Wolffe slid his hand up the curve of her sides, circling his grip around her throat. He smirked up at her, knowing what this would do to her. He knew how much she enjoyed it all along; he was waiting for the right moment to spring it on her. “Cum, cyar’ika. I can feel how much you want to. Let go for me. Give up. Let me take over.”

Zeeta felt the heated tension boil over inside her, as the pads of his fingers pressed into her pulse just enough to make her head spin delightfully. She dug her nails into his chest, her entire body flexing as she let him crash into her spot one final time.

The lick of fire in her gut exploded into stardust, overheating her from the inside out and making the beads of sweat on her skin tingle as it soothed the sizzle within. He won, bested her without even breaking a sweat. No one had ever done that before. No one ever made her cum first.

Her jaw slackened as she called out his name in a high-pitched whimper. She couldn’t take her eyes off the way he looked at her, ravishing her body with that same passionate gaze. Finally, she relinquished her control and let him take her.

With his grip on her throat grounding her, he buried himself to the hilt and sat up to press his forehead to hers. For just a moment, he let her swim in the dangerously dark lust others were too intimidated to ever experience.

“Love it when you look at me like that. You’re fucking fearless,” he growled, his lips just inches from hers, “and such a good girl, too. Feels so good when you take it so rough huh?” He tipped forward to kiss her tenderly, holding her tight to his lap and biting her lower lip playfully.

Zeeta moaned into the kiss, resting her hands on his jaw and letting him consume her. As the explosion of tingles slowly eased through her last nerve, she felt the spark between her thighs ignite once again.

He watched her move now just like he watched her dancing before—as if fucking was an art form and she was his muse. His dark gaze was glued to where their bodies meshed as he watched her desperately rut against him.

“M-more, Wolffe. More. Please. Please, more,” Zeeta rasped with every exhale. The rush of feeling him all around and inside her was irresistible and addictive.

Wolffe laughed almost cruelly, running his thumb along the underside of her jaw. “Ok, darling. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything you could ever want. But we do it my way this time and like I said before, I will not be gentle.” He let go of her throat and held her face in both hands. “Color?”

Through the post-pleasure haze still clouding her head, she flashed Wolffe that same searing, sexy grin and batted her dark lashes at him. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she relished in the anticipation.

“Green,” she uttered with a shaky exhale.

The wicked grin across Wolffe’s handsome face made all the muscles in Zeeta’s core clench with want. He tipped her forward to kiss him slowly, far more tenderly than what she knew would be coming next.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he pulled away, stroking her cheekbone with the back of his knuckle.

In a second, he slipped out of her, rolled her over, and instructed her onto all fours while he rose to his feet against the side of the bed. The wall of hulking muscle that was Commander Wolffe now stood behind her, his large hands stroking down either side of her and massaging circles along the tense muscles of her back. Lower and lower the touches went, making Zeeta keen for more of this unexpectedly gentle side of him.

Suddenly, his hands gripped the plush of her hips roughly, positioning her center higher into the air and opening her folds up right in front of him. A deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he ran a thumb through the glistening wetness already coating her from before. He brought his glossy digit to his mouth and savored her on his tongue for the first time with a low groan of delight.

Zeeta whined impatiently, turning to get a better view of him behind her threatening to overtake her. Both his eyes rolled back in his head, his eyelids fluttering briefly before noticing her eagerly waiting for him. She rolled her hips back into his thighs, trying to spur him on and make him resume at a faster pace.

“I thought you weren’t going to be gentle,” she teased, both her lekku slowly entwining together in enjoyment.

“Is that a challenge, pretty girl?” he groaned, his hand running over the globe of her ass before striking a well-placed slap onto it.

Zeeta squealed excitedly, the anticipation sizzling over her every goosebump as the pain swelled into pleasure across her skin. “I told you that’s what I wanted,” she retorted, completely unafraid to push her luck with him. Before she could say another word, he pulled her by the hips across the silky sheets and dragged her glistening folds over the width of his throbbing cock. His tip bumped her aching clit perfectly, the pleasure already building in Zeeta’s burning core. She emitted an illicit moan, looking back at him desperately.

“Since you’re such a little brat all of a sudden,” Wolffe scolded, sighing as he felt the pull of her warmth so close to him again, “I’m going to fuck you like one.” He jerked his hips back, notching his tip with her entrance and plowing into her so hard it made her mind blank. The most delightfully sharp pain sent sparks through her system and spots behind her eyes as he bottomed out inside her.

“Wolffe!” she screamed, her fingers digging into the sheets for purchase as she held on for dear life. It was like all the restraint inside him had dissolved. Faster and faster his hips snapped, sending his cock barrelling into her deepest spot so many times Zeeta could no longer remember any other feeling but the burning sting of pleasure.

“Commander,” he corrected, swatting her left cheek this time and leaning over to press his chest to her back. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” Wolffe hissed against her neck, mocking her with the same sentiment she’d used on him earlier.

The front of Wolffe’s powerful thighs slapped into the back of Zeeta’s over and over again, filling the room with the explicit slapping sounds of skin against skin. He wrapped his arm around her torso and slid his hand across her belly, feeling for where his tip bulged with his every thrust.

Zeeta could only cry out in quiet squeaks of ecstasy, feeling the heat in her body flooding to lubricate the length of him prying her open. He groaned and whispered praises along her overheated skin, his hips never slowing and his never-ending endurance keeping up the brutally erotic pace. His kisses traveled down the delicate curve of her slender neck until he bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave teeth-mark-shaped bruises for days.

She wanted to mouth off or say anything she could to one-up him and regain control. Yet, there was nothing left of her but the resignation of her will to him. His breath on her neck, hot and heavy, matched the girth of him filling her truly full for the first time. Every time she exhaled, all the space inside her was filled with more of him.

“Harder,” she mewled, reaching back to pull at the curls at the nape of his neck. He let out a drawled groan, gripping her hip tight enough to bruise. “C'mon, Commander. Fuck me like you mean it,” she challenged using his words, teasing him exactly like he did her. He snarled in amused delight and let go of her hips, holding her up with only the strength of his core and thighs.

“You don’t know what you do to me, cyar’ika,” he hissed, lifting himself off of her and running both his hands down the length of her lekku. He had noticed they were sensitive earlier and hadn’t passed up the chance to stroke her there. She gasped at the touch, her body spasming as he gripped either of them in his hands and tugged just hard enough to be pleasurable.

“Fuck!” Zeeta moaned loud enough for all of Ryloth to hear, dropping to her elbows as her hands slid out from under her with her knees not far behind. “Fuck, right there, Commander. Don’t stop!” she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes and edging down her cheeks.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. You feel too fucking good, my dirty girl,” he laughed affectionately, his thrusts becoming deeper and more languid as he pulled her into him repeatedly. She could feel him pounding into her puffy walls, the squelching sounds of her wet core making her hotter than she could ever recall feeling. The dull ache of his cock thrummed against her collapsing walls, the most beautiful groans she’d ever heard coming from this impossibly handsome man. It was perfect. Way too perfect.

The tension in her belly coiled tighter as she caught sight of them both from the reflection of the mirror across the room. He was menacing, controlling, broad, and gorgeous, the only man she’d ever relinquished control to like this and she fucking loved it.

Wolffe followed her gaze, guiding her up to a kneeling position by both head tails. “Since you want to enjoy the show so much…”

Zeeta’s piercing green eyes were clouded with mesmerizing lust and the tension finally snapped the second they made contact with him in the reflection. She screamed, her hands searching for anything to grab onto and finding the strong sanctity of his arm circling around her waist. He bounced her on top of him, balancing her and carrying her to heights unknown. “I’m so close… so close, Commander.”

He buried his head in her neck, groaning curses and nipping along her pulse. “Me too. Little more for me, darling. Just a little more,” he egged her on, his hand sliding down to play with her clit. She turned her face, desperate to lose herself in him, to let him completely consume her. She rested her forehead against the side of his temple, peppering tiny kisses along his clenched durasteel jaw.

“Be a good boy and cum with me. Together,” she whispered, feeling herself rocketing over the edge toward her climax quickly. She wasn’t going to last much longer with Wolffe’s hips stuttering against her backside. His thrusts were becoming erratic as she begged for him so sweetly. “Cum for me, Wolffe.”

Wolffe let a deep, throaty moan rip through his broad chest and he reached for her face as delicately as he had before. With her chin pinched between his fingers, he rested his forehead on hers and locked eyes with her. “Fuck, cyar’ika.”

He traced another few circles along her clit and Zeeta finally let go. The bright tingles of her climax spread through her, her insides locking down around him as his cock twitched hard. Wolffe’s breathing was ragged, his furrowed brow focused on the ecstasy written all over her beautiful face, and it sent him over the edge.

A few shallow thrusts in and with one final snap, he buried himself as deep as he could bear and painted her insides full of his warmth. He held her to him, the strength in his bulging biceps refusing to falter even as his climax ripped through him emptying ribbon after ribbon inside her walls and the comforting, steadying warmth collecting there.

“D-don’t move, Wolffe,” Zeeta panted, stroking his cheekbone with her fingers and kissing him desperately. She smiled happily and relaxed into his arms as her body went boneless. “Feels so good to be full of you. Fuck.”

He carefully lowered her to the silk sheets beneath them, balancing his body weight on his forearm and coaxing her still-spasming body through her climax. As he hovered over her, he bit his bottom lip, admiring her curvaceous frame and leaning down to kiss parts of her he’d bruised and bitten.

He massaged her clit gently, overstimulating her just enough to make her opening quiver as he pulled out, and she finally stilled with a whimper at the loss of him. His spend followed, dripping down through her folds to pool on his bedsheets.

“Took all of me like that… so fucking hot, Zeeta,” he cooed, running soothing circles across her inner thighs.

She watched him with intrigue as her exposed chest rose and fell in front of him. The brooding man she knew before was gone and replaced by someone even more alluring. He was worshiping every inch of her, kissing wherever he could reach and not wasting a single breath without telling her how beautiful she was. It was the kind of aftercare she always craved. She reached for him silently, whining with what was left of her voice.

He understood immediately, scooping her up in his arms protectively as he rolled over beside her and pulled the sheets over them for warmth. Zeeta shivered at his featherlight touches along her blue-dappled shoulders.

“You win,” she giggled, resting her head on his shoulder and running her hands through his hair. For the first time, Zeeta realized just how exhausted he looked. His eyelids hooded as he got more and more drowsy in the afterglow of their shared climax.

“Only ‘cause you let me, gorgeous.” Wolffe smiled from ear to ear, affectionately brushing her cheek with his thumb.

“Maybe,” Zeeta relented, smiling more shyly than she ever had before, even with a partner she had laid naked beside.

There was something about him that made her giddy and nervous, and it felt so foreign, but she also realized that she had never felt safer with any other partner before either. She had let him win because she wanted him to. Her heart soared as she watched how happy and at ease he was compared to when she first met him. She liked feeling like he needed her or he’d been waiting for her. “I think I like it when you win.”

Wolffe’s eyes had fluttered closed, the groggy pull of sleep threatening to take him away from her so soon. He hummed his agreement, “I knew you would.” He slowly drifted off, his fingers drawing lazy circles along her back.

For a few quiet moments, Zeeta just watched him breathe with a tender affection for him growing in her chest. He must’ve been through unimaginable pain, given the circumstances, and she was glad she could give him a moment of respite.

It could only be a moment, though. He would probably have to move on soon because staying on any planet too long couldn’t mean anything good for him. And from the looks of him and his crew, they had a mission to carry out. She couldn’t get in their way even if she wanted to.

Zeeta sighed, knowing her time with this unbelievable man was quickly coming to an end. She slowly eased forward to trace the line of his strong jaw into her memory before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Just as she began to back away he muttered, “Stay,” and his grip on her waist tightened with desperate need.

“Please stay.” His eyes cracked open again, and a twinkle of hope shone in his one dark pupil at the gentle admission. He was much softer than he’d like to admit, just like Mari said.

She couldn’t deny this dark, mysterious clone such a beautifully simple request. Not when he looked at her with the innocence of a man who had never quite known love before but was mustering all the courage in the galaxy to ask for it anyway.

“Okay,” she whispered softly, tucking herself into the crook of his neck.

Wolffe’s arms curled around her much more delicate frame protectively as if he could keep time itself from taking something so precious away from him. His hand cupped the back of her neck and cradled her into his chest. She could feel the steady beating of his heart beneath his skin and figured if she was the only one he ever exposed his gentle heart to, she might as well safeguard it while she could.

She watched over Wolffe as sleep drifted him away, just as the galaxy would eventually, too. Zeeta knew better than to fall for a man who could never be permanent, and yet watching him before her now, she so wanted him to be. Someday, maybe—when the war with the Empire was over and its warriors, both clone and Twi’lek, were free.

She lay there with him until the sun started to rise. Slowly, she slid out of his grasp and gathered last night’s clothes off the floor, dressing while he slept peacefully for the first time in perhaps his entire life. Zeeta smoothed a delicate hand along his cheek and kissed his temple. “Take care of yourself, Commander. Find me when this journey ends, I’ll be waiting.” With a quiet spin on her heels, she padded out of the room.

When Wolffe woke a few hours later to an empty bed his heart sank, the sobering truth of the loneliness of war hitting him like a ton of bricks. It was time to move on, with only a few tattered bits of her black negligee and half-moon-shaped claw marks dug into his skin to remember the most amazing woman he’d ever been with. He left for their next mission with an unspoken promise hanging in the air, left unsaid in the dense Ryloth haze.

notes: finally got around to this lil expansion piece from CL ch. 13 as promised for my fave grumpy boy. Zeeta just kinda came to me and honestly? im obsessed with her. she's spicy, sweet, sexy...i mean just perfect companion for wolffe during this time when he's been needing it most. I hope you all love her as much as Mari. 🥺

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