Warning: Poor writing below lol (Suggestive) also, the next chapter for His Favorite General should be out 6/27
Imagine you’re a senator or Jedi on a diplomatic mission with your clone escort — the same man you have a secret relationship with.
Imagine the diplomat you’re speaking to starts getting suggestive with their words. You see your partner’s helmet snap to the person from the other side of the room, but you quickly shut it down before it escalates.
Imagine the diplomat doesn’t take a hint, so — of course — your partner has to use their big scary dog privilege. You see the diplomat visibly shrink as your man moves to stand behind you. You have to stop yourself from leaning back into his chest, and you know he’s stopping himself from touching you.
Imagine the diplomat excuses their self, leaving just you two alone. Only then, do you feel your partner’s hands find their usual place on your hips, pulling you into their chest.
Imagine you hear that familiar modulated voice saying, “I don’t like them.” A giggle escapes you as you cover his hands with your own and teasingly coo, “My protector.”
Imagine he spins you around to face him, and he lightly grabs your chin in between his index finger and thumb, making you look into his visor — however, he knows you need no guidance to find his eyes.
Imagine you barely hear his whispered words, “I wish everyone could know you’re mine.” His thumb gently strokes your chin before he takes a step back. He knows how riled up you can get, and he sees it in the way your hand twitches to reach for him.
Imagine he tilts his helmet to the door with a reluctant, “Let’s get this over with. I got plans for you afterwards.”
Imagine the heat you feel in your cheeks and how quickly you turn towards the door. You think you hear a soft chuckle from him at how obediently you followed his words. You don’t care though, not if it gets you alone with your partner quicker.
Rating: Explicit/nsfw smut | 18+ only! Minors do not interact
Length: ~600 words
Pairing: Alpha-17 x Jedi!reader
Warnings: short and sweet smut, vaginal sex, mentioned torture, grumpy old man!Alpha
GAR Romance Month prompt: Alpha-17
A/n: honestly I don't know why I'm posting this but oh well I hope someone enjoys this silly little drabble
Alpha has always felt like an old man. Even as a cadet, he never felt the same ease it seemed like his batchmates did. And it's only gotten worse since Jabiim and Ventress's pathetic attempts at torture — his bones ache in ways they didn't before and his threshold for stupidity has disappeared entirely. Turning troopers from decent soldiers into ARCs worthy of the title doesn't help either, nor does his first class of commanders calling him buir behind his back.
And definitely feels too old to have a set of perky tits shoved in his face while a pretty, young Jedi bounced on his cock with more enthusiasm than he remembers having in his miserably short life.
But he isn't complaining, he enjoys watching that impassive Jedi facade shatter when you sink onto his cock, inch after inch, bullying your cunt open with his girth. And he really doesn't want to thank Prime for anything, but when he has a sweet, perky thing like you writhing and whining and gasping about how big he is, about how full you feel, he has to give credit where credit was due.
But here you are, panting and trembling with effort as you fuck yourself on his cock and paw at him, and what Alpha almost does is chastise you for the unnecessary strain you're putting on your knees. But he decides to be nice to you and instead, he snaps his hips up to meet yours in a single powerful thrust that has your head falling back and mouth tipping open breathlessly.
"Stars," you moan, eyelids and pussy fluttering with shock as a tear rolls down your cheek.
"Like that, huh? Want my cock so bad you're cryin' for it?" He wants to laugh — how could you sound so innocent while taking his cock like you were made for it? Kriff, you don't even curse.
But your sniffling little nod, and the hiccup you give him when you summon your energy and start fucking yourself on him even harder? That was why he gives you what you ask for when you show up at his bunk every night.
Alpha admires your determination, and not only that, but you're brave. It doesn't matter to you that he's one of the most feared troopers on Kamino, you see what you want and you go for it.
Which was exactly why he doesn't mind ending up in this exact position with you when time and duties allow it. He has all the time and all the patience in the world for you and you alone. He's nothing more than a clone of some bastard who knew how to kill people so well that some scientists decided to create him and the millions of other men just like him to live and die for a war they never asked to be part of. The idea that a force of nature like you would ever speak to him, let alone want him, is so karking mad it makes his head hurt. So he decides to relish in it, in you.
It's why the only response he has when you tire yourself out again — going still on his lap and huffing in frustration — is to smirk. Because he knows he's the only one who gets you like this.
And when you dig your nails into his chest and give him a petulant glare before complaining about how you're doing all the work, he just shakes his head and says, "Don't wanna hear you complain tomorrow when we train," before fucking you into the bunk's mattress until you scream.
Because despite feeling like an old man, you make him feel like more than just a clone. When you crawl into his bunk and demand his attention and his cock, and you moan and cry his name — Alpha — in his ear, he feels like a person, not just a replica of one. You make him feel alive.
✧ Summary: You've planned with your husband for no baby yet, but Alpha comes home from work with one.
✧ Tags & Warnings: modern au, accidental unexpected child acquisition, said child is our most favorite clone, leaving babies to strangers (pls don't do that), married couple unready for a baby, established marriage, domestic fluff
✧ Word Count: 2.1k
✧ A/N: I'm sorry you have a comedy show title kinda thing for a fic title because atm I ran out of title ideas. It does have a touch of happiness tho, as this fic goes ✨ so this is my first A17 fic and tenth entry for Sicktember 2025! Enjoy this domestic one vode 💛🥰
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“Ma'am, please, you want me to call the emergency services for you—”
“No! Please don't.” The woman frantically reaches out to him, as if to prevent his hand from reaching into his pocket for his phone. Alpha hasn't moved any of his limbs and inch. “Just—just take him. Take a look at him. A good look.” Fog comes out of her mouth at her panted breathing. She's in so much pain, he can see so much in her frantic and pleading eyes. “Please.”
Alpha hisses a breath, and finally dares himself a look at the baby in his arms, bundled in thick soft blankets. The woman had thrust it into his arms without any warning, nor he with any prior knowledge of holding a baby properly. But the little thing coos at him, a tuft of blond hair peeking out of his hood and one scrawny hand out of the blanket.
He doesn't know what to do with this. First thing and only thing on his mind as soon as the baby is in his arms is you you you. He needs your help.
“He's a beautiful, healthy baby boy,” the woman mutters. She's shivering, as if from the autumn night chill. Or perhaps grief or parting. She sniffles. “But he can't live with me. His father isn't a good man. But I can't just walk out of his life.” There's a pause. Alpha watches her closely, and then her eyes shift to something else on his hand. “You're married.”
His wedding band. “Yes I am.” He consciously attempts to clench his hand but remembers that he'd be clutching the baby and hurt the little one. “Wife at home.”
“Good life?” she asks, eyes brimming with tears although her lips smile a little. Somberly.
“Yes.” Alpha refuses to provide any further than that.
Frayed strands of blond hair escape her thick shawl. She’s about to step back and leave them there, if not for the longing that remains in her eyes. Standing just several feet away, she looks at the bundle in his arms. “I named him Rex.”
“And… Last name?” Alpha thinks it's important.
“No.” She shakes her head. “Not my husband's. He can't have that disgrace. He's yours entirely.”
She's shivering again, only this time it's not from the chill. Her arms caging her person as if shielding herself from either simply the parting grief or about to rip the baby away from him and go home thinking it's the worst decision ever to exist. If the latter happens, for the first time in his life Alpha would be unsure if it's safe that way.
“I don't want him to live inside a foster system,” she mutters, sniffling again. A loud sigh escapes her dry lips as he just stands there, and then she drops a diaper bag—it’s as big as his gym bag. “Take him home with you. I packed everything, and I mean everything—I took every baby thing I've got from my home because my husband loves to break them and—and that I won't have my boy with me anymore.” She swallows audibly, and hugs herself again. Refusing to touch her child she birthed that if she does she'd never let go. “He's yours now. And your wife's.”
The weight settles inside him now that she mentions you. “We've never had a child before—”
“Then he's a gift from God,” she cuts him off. “I put bottles in the bag. Thank you, sir. Good night.”
Not even a goodbye for her child.
Who is now his.
And with that the lady disappears into the night, small steps and body vibrating with grieved sobs she rounds the corner to never be seen again. The loneliness strives as Alpha just stands there in the middle of the pavement, the hour already late and the streets scarce of any vehicle or people. Work demands him to grind into late shifts. Cold bites into him, and the baby in his arms shifts. Rex isn't sleeping. The boy's been too calm to the point that Alpha grows concerned. Maybe the kid didn't feel the love he deserves at his previous home.
He knows he should call the police and child protection services.
But that night, he drives home. One hand on the wheel, and one arm clutching the baby close to his body. He turns up the heat inside his car, but he figures that natural body heat would be preferred.
He hasn't called you yet. Stupid of him, but you could be sleeping. The entire out of the blue arrangement is befuddling his thoughts and blunting his good instincts already. A child. A baby, at that. Possibly two months old at most. Still so tiny and vulnerable. Along the drive, he risks a long glance to make sure that he supports Rex's neck and back of head.
He isn't ready. You aren't ready. Both of you have had the discussion already.
The driveway of your home comes into view, and he parks the car ever so carefully. It takes twice the usual duration. For a moment, Alpha sits there in silence, the diaper bag in the passenger seat and the baby in his arms, and the weight of the situation to explain to you eventually. He just accepts someone's baby—someone who doesn't want the little one anymore when he knows neither you or him are ready for it yet.
His feet drag heavily to the front porch. Diaper bag and his laptop bag slung on each shoulders, Alpha's hand dives into his pocket for his own duplicate of house key. The foyer lights are off. He assumes you've slept already, but he needs to wake you even if he doesn't like it at all. He hates to disturb your rest, first and foremost.
But there you are, situated and comfy on the couch, a book in hand and a steaming cup of coffee on the table, next to your idle laptop. You look up at him smiling, despite your red eyes, nearly bloodshot, from looking at the screen too long.
“Hey, you're home—what…”
You eye at the bundled baby in his arms. Yeah.
Alpha crosses the living room, drops his bags carefully onto the couch—where you usually help him but you seem to be frozen in shock—and settles next to you with a soft groan of a long day at work and accidental baby acquisition, his trousers-clad leg brushing against your bare one and his body heat permeating from his person.
Your fingers pry away the edge of the blanket. Alpha hears you gasp softly at the clear view of the baby. He still hasn't cried, which is a miracle. He watches your expression soften, and your finger stroking Rex's soft baby cheek. “I don't… get it.”
“Neither do I, love,” Alpha sighs, sinking further into the couch and letting the baby lean onto his body instead of fully supporting him by arms. You rest your head on his shoulder, still softly stroking the baby's cheek. “But here we are. I just… took him in. Agreed to it. Didn't know what to say.”
Somehow, you're not angry. Yet. You're silent, still processing it. It's not like picking up cat strays off the streets. This is a human baby where mental preparation is needed, and both of you didn't have the time for that. Crib, toys, food when he grows older, altered financial situation, teachings and schools. Everything's dropped right into your hands. Quite literally.
“Let me hold him,” you murmur, and both of you sit up so he can pass the baby onto your arms. You maneuver the bundle almost flawlessly, fumbling just a little, but you manage. You've had baby nephews and nieces before, so you're familiar. Alpha isn't. At all.
“This is Rex.” He watches you rock him gently. “His momma named him.”
“Rex. Definitely a Leo baby.” Your lips slowly bloom into a soft smile. Alpha's breath hitches at the sight. You and the baby in your arms. How could he not want this beautiful view sooner? “Hello, baby,” you softly say, almost whispering, but suddenly Rex lets out an uncomfortable noise. And soon enough, his wails fill the room. “Oh, there he goes.”
“Maybe he's hungry.” Alpha jumps up and takes wide strides toward the diaper bag. “There's bottles in here.”
You’ve stood up, attempting to calm Rex down by shushing and rocking him more. “Is it cold?” you ask.
“Yeah. They're inside this cooler bag.”
“Take one and run it under hot water in the sink just until lukewarm to the touch.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He moves swiftly. The wails are scaring him, in all honesty. Because what if Rex is not hungry? Maybe a change of diaper? What if he's sick? What if he's sick because he was out in the chill too long before he got inside the car? Babies Rex's age are still quite vulnerable.
He breathes deeply. The bottled milk is already warming under the hot water. It's worth a try first.
“Thank you,” you utter in relief once he pushes the lukewarm bottle into your palm. You squeeze a few drops into your hand to test the temperature before feeding it to Rex. His wails cease, leaving only coos and whimpers as he sucks, you holding the bottle upright. “Oh, he's calming down. He is hungry.” Alpha is peering behind your shoulder, so you turn easily to give him a peck on the cheek. “Good instincts.”
Alpha hums, setting aside his creeping concerns to the side for now and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “His momma said he can't live at their home anymore. Violent dad or something. She didn't say, but it was implied.”
You don't say anything, instead focusing on how Rex is eagerly drinking. Your body slowly relaxes into your husband's embrace. “This is big, Alpha,” you finally mutter.
“I know.” Eyes shut, he places a lingering kiss on your jaw. You can feel his breath on your skin, the rhythm and how his chest rises and falls against your back calming you down. “But we can tackle it together. We should.”
You hum in agreement. He can still sense the uncertainty within you. The unpreparedness. Your discussion about not wanting to have a child yet is already thrown out of the window the moment Alpha accepted Rex in his arms. But now; discovering Rex's undeserving life at his previous home, how could you reject him even after your husband has brought him to yours? Yours is certainly much peaceful and full of love. Your love for Alpha doesn't waver, and vice versa.
“You're usually in bed by this hour,” your husband says lowly, his lips moving against your shoulder.
You sigh. “I know.”
“So why are you still up?”
“Reports, had a headache looking at stats so I took a break to read something else. Waiting for you,” you list, sinking into his embrace further when his arms tighten around your waist.
“You have coffee, too.”
“Mhm.”
“I'd be home not that long.” There's a break in his playful tone, but he buries his face into your neck again. “I'm sorry. Sounds like it's your fault, which isn't.”
“No, no need for that. I get it. You didn't know what to do.” You wish you could turn your head to place a reassuring kiss on his lips at that moment. “Which is very unusual of you, but hey, whaddya know? You don't get babies dropped into your hands every day.”
His chest rumbles with quiet laughter, aware and knowing that Rex has fallen asleep in your arms.
“10/10 baby hold,” you continue, grinning. “Didn't know you had that in you, love. You're an amazing daddy already.”
Alpha stiffens. He loosens his grip around you to look for the genuineness in your eyes, and there it is. Your smile makes your cheeks glow, and it's like he's falling in love with you all over again.
“Didn't know I needed to hear that.” His voice is husky as he utters it to you, his concentration splits in half between claiming your lips almost hungrily. “Maybe we should make one ourselves.”
You whine. “Please, not tonight. You're stressing me out already. Our hands are full for, like, a couple years forward.” You raise your arms pointedly. “We’re having this little one for now.”
Alpha chuckles deeply, giving you one last kiss before going to cross the next thing on his to-do list, which is shower. “Fine by me,” he grins, “Can still watch you transform into a great mom.”
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Warnings: Alpha being a tough trainer, insubordination, themes of being watched, discussions of genetically-controlled populations, references to scientific experimentation on children, references to cheating (as in a competition, not romantically/sexually)
The ARC-in-training groaned, dropping to the ground and starting on his punishment.
You leaned down toward your datapad, taking notes so that none of them would notice the look that was surely on your face. Web had given the wrong answer on how long it took a heavily-modified blaster power pack to explode if it had two meters of detonation tape wrapped around it. As far as you could tell from the answer another ARC-in-training gave, Web had been incorrect by roughly three-eights of a second.
"Drexl, what is the best formation to attack a tinnie base with and a four-man commando squad?" When Drexl didn't answer immediately, Alpha also provided, "Assume no organics on the base and a semi-arid environment with clear conditions and minimal ground cover."
Drexl considered that for a moment before giving a nod almost as if to reassure himself. "I would advise sending one of the commandos ahead to scout-"
As Drexl started on his pushups, Alpha looked at the three trainees still standing upright. "When would it be appropriate to send one commando to complete a task?"
"Never?" Crisis ventured.
"Five laps," Alpha instructed. "If you don't know an answer, admit you don't know. Trying to guess is a waste of everyone's time. Commandos work best as a unit, but their survival instincts are strong. Remember, most of them were trained by a bunch of old Mandos. The only time you should send a single commando is if the rest of his squad is dead or captured. Otherwise, split them into two-man teams."
When he finished speaking, Alpha stared expectantly at the ARCs-in-training. They didn't speak. Alpha sighed and made an impatient gesture. "Full-kit sparring for the next hour, then drills until it's time to go. Parjii, you were the least disappointing today. You'll lead the drills."
Parjii nodded and the ARCs-in-training paired off to spar. You followed Alpha out of the immediate training area, where he was making notes on his training datapad.
You waited until he had finished typing before you moved a little closer. "Alpha, is… everything okay?"
He nodded without looking away from the screen. "Yeah, everything is fine."
"Are your cybernetics hurting you?"
Alpha lowered the datapad to peer at you. "No, my cybernetics are fine. Why are you asking about this, neverd'ika?"
You shrugged. "You were, uh… pretty harsh with the trainees back there. I was just thinking there might be another reason for it."
His expression went carefully blank. As far as sabaac faces went, Alpha's was one of the best. Even having known him as long as you had, you weren't sure you would have noticed the change if you hadn't watched it happen.
"I'm working with this group the same way I've worked with all of the others."
His tone made it clear that he wasn't open to more conversation, so you let it go without calling out the obvious lie. With everything he had been through, he deserved some peace to come to terms with things.
Alpha's stint in the medical facilities of Coruscant had stolen a lot of training time. He had missed the second half of his time with the ARCs-in-training he had been working with before he left, then an entire training group while he was having and recovering from cybernetics surgeries. Even this group wouldn't have a full six weeks with Alpha - you had gotten back on-planet halfway through their second week.
Baqin-Khaa, the bounty hunter assigned to take over for Alpha during his absence, had been thrilled to relinquish the responsibility as soon as Alpha was back on Kamino. Come to think of it, you weren't sure how the Codru-Ji bounty hunter had managed to communicate with the troopers he was training. He must have some kind of translation software that could relay his hypersonic communications into something that could be heard by humanoids…
Your comlink rang, pulling you from the mental trail you had been wandering down. You glanced at Alpha questioningly and he signaled for you to accept the call, turning his attention back to the sparring troopers.
"Hello?"
"Are you somewhere private?"
You frowned at the comlink, eyes flying to check the incoming transmission code. It was one of the Nulls, you recognized that much, but you didn't know which one.
"Should I be?" you ventured.
"Probably, privacy pucks or not. The kaminii are always watching."
There hadn't been a scoff, an insult to your intelligence, or a backhanded flirtation attempt, so you could rule out A'den, Ordo, and Mereel. Your caller knew about the privacy pucks, so it wasn't Kom'rk or Prudii. This had to be Jaing, then.
"Give me a moment and I'll get somewhere more private," you offered, starting back toward the ARC training area. The exit closest to the office you shared with Colt was across the large room. Plus, leaving in this direction meant that you could say goodbye to Alpha.
You offered a little wave to him as you passed, gesturing subtly to your comlink and turning your fingers into a zero at your side. Alpha nodded once in silent understanding. He had been paranoid enough about his continued position on Kamino that your return flight from Coruscant had been spent planning for a variety of possible situations.
One of the ARC trainees gave a sharp shout and you all turned to look at him. Stett was standing over Drexl, clearly having just knocked the other trooper to the ground.
"Very good, Stett," Alpha congratulated, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You got a point. No need to get the attention of the entire training room. This isn't a stealth mission, but you should save your air for when Drexl gets back up."
"You're just mad because you can't fight anymore."
You stopped short at that, staring wide-eyed at Alpha, whose expression had turned to durasteel. "One more time, trooper?"
Stett hesitated for a long moment, then seemed to regain his cockiness. "I think you were injured too badly to train us, Captain. I need to know I'll be an ARC who can fight his way out of a situation, not get beaten by the enemy and patched up by a sympathetic senator."
You physically took a step forward. Since Stett was barely shorter than Alpha and broad enough to need custom armor, you weren't sure what you were going to do. All you knew was that you were going to make him pay for saying that.
Alpha's voice came low and dangerous. "New plan, men. First, Stett and I are going to spar. Then we'll do a series of to-failure exercises. I'll participate alongside you. If anyone has doubts about my qualifications after that, we'll have a conversation."
"Alpha," you murmured, too softly to be heard by the room at large.
He heard you anyway, turning to send a tight smile your way. "You can keep your appointment, Liaison. This won't take long."
You straightened, playing the role of both the prior Republic administrator and Sentient Rights liaison in hopes that it would disguise your outright fury as a concerned partner.
In your most official-sounding voice, you glanced from him to the ARCs-in-training. Your narrowed eyes ended up firmly focused on Stett. "I'm sure, Captain, but I must express my disappointment in your trainees. Questioning your qualifications means they're doubting the GAR for appointing you as the only ARC trainer for the entire army. And expressing those doubts as a frankly insubordinate challenge to their training officer forces me to wonder if these men are legitimate candidates to become ARC troopers."
The others frowned or protested under their breath, but Stett only grinned wider. "Well, as far as I understand, ma'am… you don't work for the GAR anymore. You don't work for the Republic at all. Your opinion doesn't mean much."
Alpha's expression darkened as he turned back to face Stett. You stepped around Alpha so you could see the smug trooper. With a sweet smile, you said, "True, but I made many friends during my years of service in the Republic's government and in the GAR. I hope you have friends in equally high places, Stett. Something tells me you'll need them."
Stett opened his mouth, but Alpha interrupted before he could even start to speak. "Enough. We have a schedule to keep."
You gave them both a hard look, but eventually nodded. As you turned away, you said, "I'll leave you to it, Captain."
And then you walked away, certain that - if you stayed - you would start a fight with Stett yourself. But Alpha would be able to handle him. He had put so many cocky trainees in their place, there really was no need for concern. Even so, you weren't able to push the worry away entirely.
Alpha's cybernetic implants had finished healing about halfway through your trip back Kamino. You hadn't believed Alpha when he claimed that he was fully healed, but he met every marker Ransom had told you to watch for.
Since then, Alpha had been going without his cane for ever-increasing distances. He hadn't used the crutches since you both boarded the transport (Alpha complaining all the while about a droid carrying your luggage). Other than occasional twinges when a major lightning storm was about to hit the planet, he hadn't experienced any problems.
You still didn't love it that he was physically challenging ARCs-in-training. Stett didn't seem like the type to pull punches if beating Alpha meant he could save face. Admittedly, you didn't know the ARC trainee very well, but you didn't like him. Not when he had gone out of his way to be cruel.
Abruptly, you remembered the call you were on. "Jaing, are you still there?"
"Yes," he confirmed. "What was all of that about?"
You blew out a sigh. "I'm not sure. This group of ARC trainees is giving him more trouble than the others. I don't know if it's the injury and the cybernetics, but it's never been this bad before."
"Alpha sounds like he's being more of a shabuir than usual," Jaing reasoned.
"Yeah, he's being extra tough on this group." You nodded politely to a group of cadets you passed in the hall before replying, "I'm not sure if the cybernetics are bothering him or if it's something else, but he can't back down now."
"No, he needs to teach Stett to watch himself." Jaing was quiet for a moment. "Do you really think Alpha would have challenged Stett to a competition if the cybernetics were bothering him?"
"Alpha's a stubborn man."
Jaing snorted. "Understatement, verging on a lie."
"You asked the question, I just answered it," you defended. "Speaking of questions, why did you comm me?"
"Have you gotten somewhere private?"
"Almost, hang on." You punched in the code to you and Colt's shared office, relieved that he wasn't inside. He hadn't lied to you all those weeks ago - he really wasn't in the office often. This just happened to be an incredibly convenient time for him to be gone. "Okay, now I'm somewhere no one will overhear us."
"I've been working through Ko Sai's notes and I've hit a snag."
"A snag?" you repeated. "I thought you already figured out her code. That's how we got the instructions to find the notes, isn't it?"
"No, she used a different code for the notes." Jaing blew out a heavy sigh. "And another one for the raw data set in the notes, apparently. I deciphered some of the main notes, but most of the information about the Fett gene is in another style of code. Ko Sai's a paranoid chakaar."
You mused over that for a moment. "Do you think it's a code inside of a code?"
"I hope not. That would be much harder to crack. It may just be another style of code, one more suited to hiding large sets of raw data. At least, that's what I'm hoping it is." Then it was Jaing's turn to be quiet for a moment. "Was there anything suspicious in Ko Sai's private lab? Anything that stood out as strange?"
Unbidden, memories of the clone troopers of various ages floating in green-lit bacta tanks appeared in your mind. Suppressing a shudder, you said, "There was a lot of strangeness in Ko Sai's lab. Would there be something specific?"
"Something written," Jaing determined, relaxing your frayed nerves. Other than the ages of the experimental clone troopers, there hadn't been anything written out in Basic or Kaminoan in Ko Sai's lab.
"No, nothing that I remember." You went over as many details as you could in your mind's eye, but too much had happened since you stood in that lab. "Want me to go back and get Alpha? He can remember details better than I can."
"No, if he's going to be a shab, I'd rather not ask him for any favors."
You chuckled briefly, but grew serious a moment later. "Alpha hasn't been doing too well after Fives's death. I'm not sure if it's grief or guilt."
"Sorry I missed the aay'han." The apology was more sincere than you would have expected from any other of the Nulls, but Jaing was a little better socialized than his brothers. "I might actually look into Fives and everything that happened before he got to Coruscant. Everything I know about it seems strange. Maybe it'll give me an idea of where to start with deciphering these notes."
"I doubt that incident has anything to do with Ko Sai."
"Worth checking out anyway. I've found leads in stranger places," Jaing reasoned. "I'll let you know what I find out."
"Thank you," you replied reflexively. "Good luck."
"While I've got a good connection, you and Alpha need to be careful." Jaing's voice dropped a little lower - still audible, but barely. It was as if he was worried he would be overheard. "I'm seeing signs of big things moving in the background all through the Republic. There are major forces at play here, and the longer the war goes on, the more it looks like it's someone high up in the Republic power structure."
"A senator?" you asked. "Maybe one that benefits from the war. Kamino definitely does, but there are a dozen planets who have made new and lucrative supply deals with the GAR since the war started."
"Yeah," Jaing agreed absently.
You frowned at the desk in front of you. He sounded like the was doing something, only listening to you absently. If Jaing didn't really want to talk, you could go back to the ARC training area and keep an eye on things.
"You sound busy," you said, trying to keep the hope from being audible in your voice. "Do you need to go?"
"No." As you deflated, Jaing let out a soft snort. "Any reason the kaminii think you're yaihadla?"
You didn't recognize the word, per se, but you knew enough that your face burned with heat. Belly-full. Pregnant. Besides, the tone of Jaing's voice made it clear what he was reading. Somewhere, Tohu must made a note of his suspicions. The Nulls crawled through everyone's personal encrypted data the way you scrolled through a HoloNet article, so you couldn't be surprised that Jaing had found it.
"Baseless speculation, I would guess."
Jaing positively chortled. "You can't tell me you and Seventeen aren't getting the practice in."
You didn't think it was funny in the slightest. Even if you had, the memory of the cold terror you and Nora had shared on the turbolift down from Tohu's office would have made it far more serious. "We both know that evidence of a relationship with a civilian would be a death sentence for Alpha. I would never risk his safety like that - I just got him back. So, yes, I can guarantee that we're not trying for anything like that."
"Make sure you don't," Jaing agreed, all traces of the good humor that had filled his voice now disappeared. "I've been a variable in Kaminoan experiments before and I don't recommend it. An ik'aad would be bad for Alpha, but its life would be worse than the worst death."
"I know." You scrubbed a hand down your face, realizing abruptly how tired you were of all the subterfuge. "Trust me, I know how serious of a mistake that would be."
"As it happens, I've seen worse," Jaing remarked dryly.
You thought about asking, you really did, but eventually you decided that you didn't want to know. That seemed to be the safest option where the Nulls were concerned.
"Honestly, I'm a little worried that we're on their radar in the first place," you admitted. "Alpha and I have been careful, but if a senator who isn't even on-planet is supicious of us, we aren't being careful enough."
"Maybe, but maybe not." Jaing's explanation was slow in coming, as if he were thinking over the implications himself. "The Kaminoans have a genetically-managed society. They don't necessarily see procreation as something shared between two people for any reason other than passing on beneficial genes."
Sounding far less doom-and-gloom, Jaing continued, "I'd guess that they see you and Alpha together - even innocently - and start thinking about how his genes would combine with yours. His strength and that brain of yours? No wonder they're thinking about it."
"Thanks?" You shook your head, partially in amazement at where the conversation had led, but mostly because you didn't think that was correct. "I'm not so sure, though. If you had seen the way Tohu looked at me when he asked…"
"He asked you directly?" Jaing checked. When you confirmed, he sounded wary again. "That's not a good sign. I'll keep an eye on his personal datapad files. If he records something that's more than speculation or that shows the kaminii are taking an unhealthy interest in you and Alpha's 'friendship', I'll let you know."
"Really? That's-" You paused to collect yourself before you said something that was a little too honest to be considered polite. "Thank you, Jaing. I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome." Before the moment could get too sincere, Jaing snorted. "Not like it's hard to slice into Tohu's files. You'd think the Kaminoans would have learned secure data storage by now."
You laughed, letting him deflect. Jaing was uncomfortable with sincere thanks. You couldn't blame him for it - you had learned horrible things about the way that clone troopers had been raised in the Tipoca City training facility, but everyone had told you that the Nulls had been treated even worse.
To keep Jaing from feeling uncomfortable, you said, "I should go check on Alpha. Do you need anything else from me before I go?"
Despite your best efforts, there was a pause and you heard an odd sound. You waited, worried that you had offended hiim with your abrupt signoff. When he spoke, Jaing's voice held such a strong note of amusement that you knew he must have been trying not to laugh. "Sometimes I forget you're like this. No, I don't need anything else. If you do, you know how to get in contact."
And then he severed the connection before you could ask exactly what you were like sometimes. It was probably for the best - even as one of the more tactful Nulls, Jaing still could be uncomfortably direct.
It didn't take long to get back to the ARC training area, but training had already ended by the time you arrived. The troopers seemed more deferential as they left, each one offering Alpha a salute before they left. You cast a suspicious glance at Stett, but his salute was no less crisp than the other ARCs-in-training. He even gave you a brief smile on his way past. You didn't smile back, but you appreciated the gesture.
Alpha accepted their respect with stoicism, but he relaxed almost immediately when you were the only two left in the ARC area.
You smiled at him. "Looks like you won them over."
"Popularity is my most important goal," Alpha agreed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "They need to be respectful. Beyond that, I don't care what they think of me."
"Still, they're treating you like a brother, like someone they can learn from," you pointed out. "That has to feel nice. Even if you are tougher on them than you have been on any of the other ARC groups."
Alpha grunted.
"But why?" you pressed. "Did you hear something about these ones from their COs? Are there new requirements? What changed?"
Alpha gave you a look, explaining slowly, "I've lost another ARC. That's two in the past year. I'm not willing to take any chances that this group will end up the same way."
Your stomach lurched at the reminder of everything both of you had lost. With how upset Alpha had been about Echo - lost in a random explosion - you could hardly be surprised that he would take Fives's death just as hard. After all, the two of you had been working with Rex to save Fives. You would never know how close you had come, but the tantalizing possibility of saving him had been real enough to hurt when it didn't happen.
"Oh," you said with a pang in your chest. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I wasn't thinking."
He shook his head, glancing away. "Let's go to the mess."
You slipped your hand into his, giving it a little squeeze as you bumped your shoulder against him. Doing anything more overt would be too risky, especially with the Kaminoans potentially watching you both, but he gave you the shadow of a smile anyway.
You were almost to the mess hall when you finally picked up something strange. Alpha always drew attention from the cadets - he was an experienced soldier who had completed missions with a Jedi. He had faced down one of the major players in the Separatist army multiple times and had just survived an assault from their most famous general. In every sense, he was someone the cadets looked up to.
But this was different, somehow. They were pointing and whispering in groups, some of the younger ones staring obviously when he walked past.
You planned to ask him about it when you had sat down with your food, but when you stepped into the mess, a cadet who looked almost fully grown stopped you.
"Captain Alpha-17, sir," he said, snapping immediately into a salute. "I want to congratulate you on the new record. Very impressive, sir."
You gave Alpha a befuddled look, but he simply stared down at the cadet in silence for a moment. "Heard about that already, did you?"
"Yes, sir! We all did." The cadet shook his head admiringly. "We could hardly believe it."
"It's a record, trooper," Alpha reminded him. "It's made to be broken. Your job is to try to be the next one to break it."
The cadet saluted again and walked away, joining a group of awestruck troopers roughly his own age group.
"So," you started, looking over at him, "a new record?"
"After Stett couldn't knock me down in sparring, I joined their to-failure exercises. They got the idea to make it some kind of competition." He gave a little shrug. "I won."
You beamed. "The cybernetics aren't slowing you down, then. Not as much as you thought they would."
Alpha blew out a breath, scrubbing a hand over his hair. "If I'm being honest, I was fading. I've gotten back in shape for the most part, but I still spent months in a medcenter bed. That muscle mass takes a while to get back."
"But you won," you said slowly.
"The cybernetics kicked in," Alpha admitted. "They didn't do all the work, but… it's hard to describe. What Ransom said, though… that's close enough. They work with my muscles, kick in some extra juice when I'm wearing down. I was almost to my failure point, but then it was like starting fresh again. I set a record, but… I'm not sure I should have. It wasn't all me."
You nodded slowly, trying to look past your bias toward Alpha to see both sides. "I understand, but it was you. This is your baseline now. Doesn't it make sense to see what your current to-failure rate is?"
"Of course, but that doesn't mean it should be the new record." Alpha frowned as the droid deposited a pile of nutrient mush onto his tray. "It's not something a standard trooper could achieve."
"You could say the same thing about your build, though," you pointed out. "You were 'engineered' to be bigger, taller, and stronger than the standard trooper. So any records set by the Alpha class aren't ones that a standard trooper can effectively compete with."
Alpha looked unconvinced. As you slid into a seat and he settled beside you, you grinned. "Or you could go tell Stett that your record shouldn't count because your cybernetics helped you."
"Kark that," Alpha said promptly. "I'll keep the record, cybernetics be damned."
When you burst out laughing at his disgusted look, Alpha simply cracked a smile. Still, you caught his hand under the table and his kama, giving it a squeeze.
You were so lucky to have him.
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Author's Note - The character of Stett is lovingly dedicated to everyone who has ever complained in my asks about how I make all the clone troopers "too nice". You're right - statistically, some of them would be assholes. And not in the funny or commanding way we see canon troopers, like Wolffe, Colt, etc. I just hate writing characters that are truly assholes!
Anyway! This is coming to you with absolute minimal editing because it was supposed to be posted weeks ago and I couldn't get past the proofreading. Rather than make endless adjustments or rethink the plot a thousand (more) times, I'm just going to post it.
Now, probably unwelcome news: I'm not going to make up for the missed posting since there's a spicy chapter coming out immediately after this one. (I'll post it sometime in June 2026). The next SFW chapter will come out in July. I also still have to write the July chapter, which is why I'm not going to push it and try to post three times this month.
Thank you for reading! As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts - keysmashes and complaints encouraged! Either way, I'll see you later this month with some spice or next month with another SFW chapter.
You and Alpha have disagreed about certain parts of your sex life since his injury...
Rating: NC-17, Lemon, etc. Minors DNI!
Word Count: 3,700
Warnings: Disabled sex (limited range of motion), Alpha refuses to make concessions to a different way of doing things, unprotected piv sex, light teasing
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Sheber Taap - Seat
Alpha's lips were so soft.
It was incredible, really. To have such softness in this one place when the rest of his body was made up of scar tissue, cybernetics, and bulging muscle… It was a contrast you never got tired of.
His length was hard, pressed against his own stomach by a combination of blood flow and the way you had pushed yourself as close to him as you could possibly get.
"Neverd'ika," he groaned, barely pulling away. His mouth brushed yours with every syllable and the sensation drove you to desperation. "Need you."
"You've got me, Alpha," you promised, rolling to your feet. You rounded the bed, standing beside him and offering a hand. "Let's go."
Alpha's eyes flicked from you to the chair behind you, sitting inconspicuously in the corner. "Just come back here. I'm tired of using the chair."
You crossed your arms, stepping back and out of reach of his searching hands. "You know your back still has trouble with bending, especially bending forward. We need to keep your spine straight, so… chair."
"My back hardly hurts at all anymore," he said, jaw set in a stubborn line. "I can move just fine, even when I'm bending forward."
"Yes, but until you don't hurt at all, I can't risk it." You shrugged a little, noting the way his eyes drifted down to your breasts with the motion. "Even a little bit of pain is too much."
For a moment, he looked like he was set to argue, but you didn't have time for a debate you would win anyway. "Please, Alpha."
He heaved a sigh, ignoring the hand you offered again. You knew intellectually that you weren't strong enough to help him stand up, but it was an instinct you couldn't always manage to fight. Especially when it was so clearly difficult for him.
With a lot of effort and a grunt or two, Alpha was standing upright. When you laced your fingers through his, he allowed you to lead him over to the chair.
He sat down without making any verbal complaints, though there was a displeased little curve to his lips. You settled slowly and delicately onto his lap, pressing a kiss against that curve until it disappeared into a small smile. And then, when you rolled your hips against him, his entire expression was taken over by an anticipatory groan.
"Are you ready, Alpha?"
He nodded a few times, swallowing thickly. "I've been ready since you took off your shirt, little one."
"That long?" you teased, deliberately brushing your mound against him again.
"Keep teasing," he warned, eyes flashing dangerously, "and I'll show you that my back doesn't hurt anymore."
You didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, you reached between you to position him so that you could sink down onto his length.
Riding Alpha this way was always a challenge, whether he was sitting or laying down. Something about being on top made him feel even larger. You had to be careful or things could get overwhelming, especially when you were just getting started. That being said, you had gotten plenty of practice over the past few weeks.
As soon as Alpha was cleared to return to ARC training, Ransom had said he was okay to have sex again, but had given him a list of some particular movements and positions that would make things easier. This had been the one that worked best for both of you.
The initial stretch was familiar now, something you could handle without outwardly reacting. Your inner muscles still took a moment to adjust, but after a few breaths and a kiss to Alpha's collarbone, you planted your toes on the floor and started to move.
Your feet barely reached the floor at the top of each stroke, leaving you extending your leg muscles as far as you possibly could to rise off of his lap. Alpha felt huge this way, jutting up into you so deeply that you could hardly breathe when you settled back down onto his thighs. Or perhaps it was just the way that put pressure on all the right places…
Alpha muffled your moan when he pressed those soft lips to yours, distracting you with the desperation of his kiss. Your hands were braced against his shoulders for purchase, using their breadth as leverage as you worked up and down on top of him, or you would have cradled his face the way he was doing to yours.
He seemed to realize that limitation at the same time you did. All of a sudden, Alpha's hands seemed to be everywhere. Stroking down the length of your arms, brushing delicately against your nipples, resting just above your ass, circling over your clit…
"Alpha," you groaned, trying to speed up despite the burning in your thigh muscles. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."
"Can't help it, neverd'ika," Alpha confessed remorselessly. "I love watching you fall apart on top of me."
You involuntarily tightened around him at that. Your moan was nearly drowned out by his curse. His hands wrapped around your waist, holding on as he visibly struggled to stay still beneath you.
"You're killing me." Alpha's head tipped back, connecting lightly with the wall. "You feel so good. Can you go a little faster?"
"I'm trying." You reached further with your toes, trying to see if you could find a firmer purchase on the floor. When your foot slipped out from under you for the second time, you and Alpha both gasped at the resulting firmer-than-usual downstroke. "We should really look into a shorter chair."
"Or getting rid of it entirely."
You shook your head at the familiar complaint. Alpha seemed to have taken the chair as a personal insult, but it was necessary.
When you lifted back up off of him, it was so easy that the thick slide of him leaving you was overwhelming. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, as well as the thrust of him back inside of you.
Two more easy strokes passed before you frowned. Why were you moving so easily now when you had been struggling so hard before? Now that you thought to pay attention to something so far outside of what you were concentrating on… your left foot definitely wasn't even touching the floor now.
Your eyes snapped open again, your suspicious gaze immediately caught by the blue cybernetics implanted in Alpha's side. Their glow was bright - Alpha was using his increased strength and the grip he had around your waist to lever you up and down.
"Alpha!" Your admonishment was as sharp as you could make it, distracted by the way he was brushing that magical spot inside you - a spot you rarely managed to angle him against when you were the one in charge of the movement - and the way Alpha's eyes had gone heavy-lidded with pleasure.
Alpha released you immediately after your shocked chiding. "Sorry, little one. I got carried away."
"You could have hurt yourself!"
"I needed to know I could still make you feel good."
You rested your hands on his pecs, leaning in to press your forehead against his. "Alpha, you always make me feel good. But I can't let you risk hurting yourself for something so minor."
"Being with you isn't something I consider minor," he told you seriously. "Besides, helping you along a little wasn't going to hurt me."
You huffed out a breath at him. "If us having sex in a bed could cause you another injury, you lifting my entire body weight - putting all the strain on your back, by the way - could do even worse!"
"I was engineered to handle more than double your weight at my weakest moment." Alpha was definitely pouting by that point. "When are you going to admit that I've recovered enough to be with you off of this karkin' chair?"
"When bending forward to eat your food doesn't make you break out into a sweat." You lifted yourself off of his lap, giving him a look of warning when he reached out as if to help you. "I know it's frustrating for you that you're not fully recovered yet, but pushing things too far too soon is only increasing the risk of getting another injury or making the ones you have worse."
"Wait," Alpha said, reaching out to catch your hand with his before you could walk away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to lift you, especially when I knew how you would feel about it."
"I would think you'd be upset for your own sake, not because I'm mad." Alpha's carefully blank expression told you everything about what he would do if he wasn't worried you would be angry. "Alpha…"
"I won't lie to you, cyare, I think I'm well enough to be with you the way we were before all of this." Your eyes followed the gesture he made down toward his lower half, but it only served to remind you how close you had come to losing him. How scared you had been.
How scared he had been.
"It's not worth the risk, Alpha. I know you hate the chair-"
"I hate the di'kutla chair."
"-but it's keeping you from reinjuring your back," you finished, giving him a pointed look. "If there were another position that kept you from moving your hips forward, we could try it, but I just haven't done the research."
"I have," Alpha told you, getting to his feet. His erection bobbed between you, half-comical and fully mouth-watering as you considered what other positions might bring him some relief without requiring the hated chair.
"Mmm?" you hummed, realizing that you should probably look back at his face. When you did, Alpha was wearing a satisfied little smirk that made you give a rueful smile in return. "You've done what?"
"Researched positions that could work for us." Alpha ducked down slightly as he reached you, swiping his thumb over your cheek as he cupped your jaw. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
He smiled, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. When he finally pulled away, Alpha said, "Thank you, ner karta."
You were slightly dazed as you stood there, watching him neatly fold the blankets on your bed down to the foot of the mattress. In the empty expanse left by the lack of covers, he arranged a stack of pillows at the very edge of his side of the bed.
With that done, he turned back to you and patted the pile of pillows. "Hips here."
It wasn't the most dignified position, but you could make it work… As you were clambering into place, Alpha's hand on your hip made you pause. When you looked at him, his face was slightly red beneath an apologetic expression.
"Sorry, neverd'ika, I should have said- Uh. The advice I read recommended that you be facedown."
That was a little different for the two of you. Alpha wanted nothing more than to watch your face when he was inside of you, and you had been surprised by how much you loved watching his expression as he got closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn't be the first time he had taken you from behind, but it would be the first time he requested it instead of it being a matter of convenience.
You paused, awkwardly half-propped on the pillows. "Does it matter?"
"I'm- not sure…" he said slowly. "It said facedown, but I don't know if that's a requirement or just how they described it."
With a shrug and a comforting smile for Alpha, you said, "Easy enough to fix."
You flipped over, settling into the position he had described. The stack of pillows under your hips left your upper body pressed into the mattress in an undignified way, but propping yourself on your elbows put uncomfortable pressure on your spine, so you settled fully onto your belly. Your legs were dangling in the air and a mental image of how you must look made your face go hot with embarrassment.
"Not the sexiest position," you joked, turning your face to the side so you could breathe.
"You're not seeing what I am." Alpha's voice had gone husky with want, drawing an instant response from your body.
Sudden and sharp, you realized that Alpha was standing between your spread legs and eyeing everything you had on display. That awareness made your body tighten as your core went liquid for him.
"This…" You stopped to gulp down a quick gasp of air. "This position might work for me after all."
A touch - so gentle it was barely there - traced the swollen lips of your sex and you shuddered. "Yeah? Better than the chair?"
You rolled your eyes, but they fluttered shut as he pressed a single finger into you. When he had buried it up to the knuckle in your heat, another finger ghosted over your clit and your lips parted so you could take a shuddering breath.
"What are you doing?" you asked, trying to keep the tremble from your voice.
"Appreciating you," came his answer, and it somehow sent a flutter through your heart and your sex simultaneously.
He began to pump his finger in and out of you, the motion gentle and unhurried but still maddening. He added a little twist to the movement every time he withdrew from you and your hips tried to chase the movement. The pleasure was rising faster than you had expected, but there were questions that still needed to be answered.
You fought to keep your mind clear as you asked, "How is this position going to keep your back stable?"
"I'll move my whole body instead of just my hips." The casual way he explained it sent heat through you. You were on the brink of falling apart and he was still so coherent. "Since flexing my hips forward is the only thing I'm struggling with, this position should minimize how much flexing I need to do. And you're at the perfect height for me like this."
You nodded, barely able to process anything past the need he was building inside of you. You understood that he wasn't going to be straining himself in this position - and it was definitely working for you - so you could melt into the pleasure.
At least, you did until Alpha withdrew his hand and stopped touching you entirely.
"Does that work for you, neverd'ika?"
From his tone, you knew that he was teasing you. With the bone-deep need rising in your gut, you nodded quickly. Alpha pressed, "Are you sure? I'll need you to tell me if there's something you want me to do differently."
"Now you're the one-" You broke off, voice hitching sharply when his teasing touch returned, barely making contact with the petals of your sex before disappearing. "-the one killing me."
His rumbling laugh made you shift impatiently against the pillows. "When are you- oooooh…"
Alpha pressed into you, and your desperately-clutching muscles welcomed him eagerly inside. He felt bigger than ever from this angle, stretching your walls around him, and you writhed at how full you felt. Your fingers clutched in the sheets on the bed, trying to keep yourself grounded as he steadily worked himself inside you.
When he was finally buried as deep as he could go, Alpha paused so you could both appreciate the sensation. Your inner muscles danced over his length, trying to get used to the blissful intrusion. You weren't sure - you never were - but it almost felt like you were clenched around him so tightly that you could feel his pulse throbbing in your core.
Alpha's hands, wrapped around your hips, clutched you tightly and your body convulsed with desperate need. Alpha grunted, hips surging forward so he could sink a fraction deeper.
"You're so tight," he bit out.
You whined in agreement, trying to rock forward and back on your stack of pillows. He had to start moving soon or you would die from delayed gratification. That was the only explanation for the maelstrom raging through you.
Thankfully, Alpha must have felt the same because he finally started to move.
There was no reason, logically speaking, that this should have felt as overwhelming as it did. You had sex with Alpha more times than you could specifically remember over the course of your relationship, and a lot of those times had been far more strenuous or fast-paced than this.
As far as you could tell with your temporarily-limited capacity for higher brain function, it had just been so long since you weren't the one controlling everything. Alpha had never needed to be in charge, not like some others you had heard about, but he tended to be the one setting the pace for most of your encounters. At least, he had before Grievous.
Since his injury, sex with Alpha had been limited to a handful of times in highly controlled situations. He couldn't support any weight, couldn't move his hips, couldn't move his body too much or he risked another injury. You had made it work, but you had been in control for a lot of it. You had always ridden him or - once - laid on your side with him behind you for easier access. Oral sex from him was out of the question simply as a matter of position, though you had used your mouth on him a few times.
This was different. You weren't used to not being the one in control of the pace, depth, stimulation… Your movements were limited by your position on your stomach and by the pile of pillows beneath you. You didn't know what was going to happen and you couldn't do anything but take it. The idea excited you in a way you couldn't quite explain but weren't going to question.
And, true to his word, this position didn't seem to be hurting Alpha.
You couldn't see him to check whether he was avoiding flexing his hips, but it certainly felt like he wasn't. Each stroke came slow and methodical, heavy in a way that said he was moving his entire body. The thrusts pounded against you in a series of percussive collisions that were a little jarring and a lot stimulating. More than once, you found yourself drooling helplessly onto the mattress.
The whole situation unlocked something in you and your orgasm was rising up to meet you fast enough that you needed to warn Alpha. "I'm-"
"I'm not going to last long, neverd'ika," Alpha admitted at the same time you began to speak. "'m close."
"Good," you said immediately. "I'm gonna-"
Alpha squeezed your hips again. "Come for me, ner karta."
And with only that encouragement, the wave of pleasure crashed over you. Every muscle in your core locked down and started squeezing. Somehow, Alpha managed to keep his pace for another handful of thrusts before he surged forward, hips pulsing against yours as he emptied himself as deep inside you as possible.
When you were self-aware enough to take account of your surroundings, Alpha was slumped over you, his chest pressed against your back. He kissed your shoulder, the hint of stubble on his jaw tickling your skin. You sighed at the tender touch, but cracked open one eye to peer back at him.
"You're going to hurt your spine."
Alpha huffed out a laugh. "Of all the things I'm feeling right now, 'hurt' isn't one of them."
You smiled, letting your eye fall shut again. "Same. That was incredible."
"Better than the chair?" he asked impishly.
After a moment of thought, you said, "I think you can throw the chair off the platform."
"It's a deal." Alpha paused. "As soon as I can move again."
"So it's not just me." With a laugh, you admitted, "I'm not using to hanging off the bed like this. My toes are going numb."
That was enough to jolt him into movement, and Alpha gingerly repositioned you on the bed without lifting you up. When you were nestled comfortably on your side of the bed, you smiled up at Alpha and he joined you, pushing the pile of pillows unceremoniously to the floor.
After a few moments of silence - you wriggling across the bed to tuck your head into the crook between his shoulder and neck - Alpha took a breath.
"Thank you." Before you could gather the energy to ask what he was thanking you for, Alpha continued, "Not everyone would be willing to put up with this from their partner."
"You don't make it easy," you agreed, smiling despite yourself at his insulted noise. "I just need you to stop going out of your way to hurt yourself."
"I meant that you're willing to change and adjust." You could feel him look down at you. "I know things are rough right now."
You sat up, ignoring twinges of soreness in your hips and the small of your back. "Alpha, you make it sound like I was ever going to do anything else. I'm never not going to fight for you. You understand that, right?"
He blinked at you a few times. Somewhere around the fourth blink, you realized that his eyes had gone glassy with the tears he was fighting back. Your hand lifted on its own, cupping his jaw gently. His hand covered yours immediately, pressing it harder against the warmth of his skin.
"Kar'taylir darasuum, ner karta."
"Cyar'ika," you returned in kind, knowing full-well that your smile was dopey and lovesick. Worse, you were far beyond the point of caring. "Kar'taylir darasuum."
Alpha pressed his forehead to yours in the gentlest keldabe and only pulled away when he drifted off to sleep. You allowed yourself a moment or two to admire him, visually tracing every line of his softened expression, before you joined him.
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Author's Note - Sorry to drop this at such an odd time, but I was determined to post today! I barely made it, but I did it!
Just because these two were even more sickly cute than usual, I feel the need to say that they are NOT married. In this universe, I'm working off the Legends (possibly fanon) Mandalorian wedding process of just saying the vows and being married, even without any witnesses. If you need backstory, just assume that Kal Skirata and Walon Vau taught the Alpha ARCs about Mandalorian culture along with the Nulls and commando squads.
Anyway, the end of this chapter felt very weddingish, but I promise they're not quite there yet. They just really, REALLY love each other and are a pair of hopelessly romantic saps!
Also, I know I play fast and loose with Mando'a in general, but this is a pairing of two words (position and sit) that I'm just going to say roughly translate to "a place of sitting". We're just going to go with it.
Thank you for reading and I'll see you next month!
Summary: When the Jedi Council is given information that poses a risks to all their Jedi in one sector, they assign you one of the best Alpha-class clones to protect you as you take part in negotiations with Separatist deserters. However, you always seem to butt heads with the stubborn Captain
Authour's Note: Sooo this is longer than Cody's and I'm still not sure if I like it or not.
Verd'ika - little warrior
Jetti / Jetisse- Jedi/Jedi (plural)
Jetti osik - Jedi Shit
ner atin verd'ika - my stubborn little warrior
shebs - backside/butt
ad'ika - little one
As you walked through the GAR hangar with Master Windu and Master Yoda, you couldn’t help but feel slightly frustrated. There was many things that the Jedi had to sacrifice during this war, but you didn’t think your own privacy would be one of them. Taking a deep breath, you released those frustrations out into the force.
“Forgive me Masters, but I still do not see why I have to have a protection detail when I have my own men surrounding me” you shook your head, trying to keep your voice as respectful as possible.
“We’ve had intel that General Grievous is planning on capturing multiple Jedi in multiple systems, including the Lido System. All Jedis have been assigned temporary security details to ensure that they have extra support while we look into this intel” Mace explained again, voice already sounding tense. You had to feel sorry for him, he had been going over this with a number of other Jedis as well.
“I am grateful for the extra security, Masters. But I am negotiating talks with possible Separatists defectors. How will it look if I bring a body guard with me?” you noted, running your thumb over the handle of your lightsaber as it was attached to your hip. It was a soothing gesture, one that had become more common as the war continued to drag on.
“A priority your safety is. Not unusual it would appear” Yoda pointed out, and you hated how he was right. No doubt, the other attendees were also going to be bringing their own back up. Turning to him and his floating chair, you nodded, knowing there was no point in arguing. You weren’t a Jedi on the High Council, so you couldn’t refuse their instructions.
“Very well Masters, I will accept the guard detail that you have offered to me. I hope to return to you with good news very soon; I will speak with you after the talks are finalised” you smiled, bowing to them as you stood in front of the shuttle that would transport you to your cruiser.
“May the Force be with you” Windu bid for himself and Yoda, as they both watched you get onto your shuttle.
“And the same with you, Masters!” you called back, waving at them as the shuttle began it’s ascent up through the lanes and lanes of traffic that littered the ecumenopolis. Sighing heavily, you slumped back into your seat next to one of the troopers. It was going to be a long few rotations, that was for sure! As you searched for guidance and patience in the Force, you could have sworn it felt like amusement was reflected back at you.
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“Commander Locks” you greeted, jumping off the shuttle and onto your ship. The clone had been a stern, regimented man when you had first been assigned to each other. He didn’t trust the Jedi, believing that they weren’t capable of leading a whole battalion without any experience. Unfortunately, he had been more right than the Republic was willing to admit. Jedis weren’t meant to be Generals, and many had never seen any form of battle. It was safe to say that you both learnt a lot from each other. You learnt many different battle strategies and techniques from Locks, and in return, he learnt to relax a little, accept that not all nat-borns thought of him and his brothers as meat-droids. It had allowed you to build up a tight friendship that helped with managing your battalion.
“General” he responded, nodding respectfully as he fell into step with you as you headed towards the bridge. His helmet was clipped to his belt, the amethyst purple stripes along his helmet repeated on the rest of his armour. It was a call to the robes underneath your cloak. You had been honoured when the clones had reported that they were taking those colours because of you. “I take it you know about our visitor” he remarked, glancing sideways at you, taking in your thinned lips.
“I am aware, Commander. Although I do not agree with the council’s decision, I must respect it” you said dryly. Locks snorted but you ignored him. He knew exactly how you felt about the whole situation, no matter if you were trying to be diplomatic about it. “Has he arrived?” you inquired, smiling at a group of clones who snapped to attention at the sight of you and Locks.
“He has, General” Locks confirmed, voice dropping off as though he wanted to add something. You watched as he brought his hands behind his back, brow furrowing as he seemed to straighten. If it was anyone else, you would describe it as a worried tick, but on your Commander, that was surely impossible. He was as steadfast as they come. “I would advise you to not take everything he says to heart. He can be very… colourful with his words” Locks warned, struggling to find the right words to describe your security detail.
You couldn’t help but laugh, resting your hand on Locks’ shoulder. “I assure you Locks, a few curses here and there won’t offend me. After all, I grew up with Anakin and he can curse in droid” you chuckled, shaking your head as you reached the bridge.
“That’s not what I meant, General” Locks frowned, as you pressed the button to open the door. His words were cut off as he followed you onto the bridge.
“General on deck!”
“At ease, gentlemen” you ordered, spotting a large clone near the viewports. He seemed almost bigger than the clones around him, decked in full ARC armour, a light blue stripe running down the middle of his helmet. This must be your security detail the council had issued you while you attended talks in the Lido System.
Heading over to greet him, you barely had time to open your mouth before the ARC trooper was talking.
“You’re late!” the large clone in front of you snapped, and you couldn’t help but gape at him. Besides you Locks struggled to keep in a wince. Glancing at your chrono, you noticed that you were indeed a few minutes late.
“I apologise for keeping you waiting, my shuttle was held up” you apologised, tipping your head to him. “Next time, I’ll insist that they gun it. What is your name?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow at him as you gave him your own name.
“Captain Alpha-17, sir, I’m the lead instructor of the ARC programme” Alpha-17 introduced himself, not offering his hand or a salute at all, as was custom with most officers of the GAR.
“Very well Captain, but what is your name? Not your designation, I prefer names not numbers on my ship” you nodded, taking in the information. You were pretty sure you had heard him mentioned by a number of your fellow Jedis, including Anakin. You would have to comm him later and ask.
“You may call me Alpha, sir” Alpha instructed, straightening himself up even more if possible.
“Pleasure, Alpha” you muttered, before turning to smile at Locks. “So this is why you know our new visitor. He was your teacher” you teased, watching as the usual stoic clone coloured slightly.
“Locks was one of the first 100 clone commanders that I trained in the programme” Alpha acknowledged, his lips quirking just slightly. Anyone else and you wouldn’t class that as a sign of affection. But by the looks of him, that was equal to a beam from the way that Locks seemed to preen. It was strange to see your Commander so eager to seek someone’s praise. He had always been confident and sure of himself, but now you could see the affection your Commander had for Alpha.
“Well I must thank you, Captain. His help has been invaluable during this war” you said gratefully, looking between the two men.
“We’re all expendable, sir” Alpha reminded you, his tone hardening.
It was jarring, and you couldn’t help but feel your eye twitch at his implications. You didn’t believe in the ridiculous teachings of the Kaminoans. These men were all individuals, all bright lights in the Force, and they were all precious to you. Whenever you went through the losses after the battle, it took all of you not to give into the pain and heartbreak at their sacrifice. You had learnt to send that pain and loss into the force, but it was becoming harder and harder for you to actually feel comforted by that.
“Well not to me Captain, you are all unique in the Force. You and your brothers are valued members of the GAR and I will not tolerate any disrespectful behaviour to you” you insisted, trying to keep your voice steady and calm. Although you could feel the frustrated undercurrent threatening to come out.
“If you say so, General. Now I want to talk security details. Commander Locks has already informed me that you wish to go alone to the talks. Not happening” Alpha insisted, waving away your plans for these talks.
“I beg your pardon!” you spluttered out, unable to believe what you were hearing. It was like he was happy to totally disregard your desires and suggestions to maintain these talks without appearing too threatening. A whole squadron of troopers would not make the talks go as smoothly as possible if the others thought that you didn’t feel safe and confident in what was going to happen.
“Beg all you want General, but you’re having a team of clones with you, as well as me. Basic security protocol, I thought even you would understand that” Alpha retorted, eyes narrowing as he watched a flush work it’s way up your neck.
“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I agreed to one bodyguard during this, and Masters Yoda and Windu confirmed this before I even stepped on this cruiser. So if you have a problem with that, Captain, take it up with them. I am not taking another squad with me just to sit through hours and hours of eye-watering boredom and having to put them through that as well. It’s not happening!” you snarled through gritted teeth, unable to believe that this man in front of you so easily disregarded your own plans. Commander Locks had been right to warn you about him, although you didn’t take him seriously at the time. Alpha was certainly a clone that was going to push you to your limits.
“They’ve had worse” he shrugged nonchalantly, and that only made your hackles rise even more at his flippant attitude towards his own brothers. “I was given orders by the Jedi Council to ensure that you are safe during your mission. If you’d rather end up dead, do it on someone else’s time. I will not have you mess up my instructions just because you think Grievous won’t target you” Alpha proclaimed, crossing his arms and staring down at you. He enjoyed seeing the look of irritation in your eyes, the way you were struggling to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be the first time he had said something to upset a Jedi, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. But he wasn’t about to let you believe that you could control how these talks and threats were going to go, just because you could move things with your mind. Watching in amusement as you clenched your fists and stood as straight as you could to match his gaze, he couldn’t help but admire your fiery spirit.
“Fine!” you spat out, consenting to whatever nonsense he was going to put into place for your apparent safety. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with my instructions, Captain, then I will allow it” you told him, before swiftly spinning on your heel. You were either going to spend some time sparring with your men or meditating. As the doors to the bridge closed behind you, you were sure that if you could use the punching bags, it would be either Alpha’s face or the entire High Council you would be imagining.
“Well, that went better than I expected” Locks drawled dryly, coming to stand beside the ARC trooper.
“I thought so too” Alpha agreed, returning to speak to the transport co-ordinator on what ships and shuttles would be available to him to transport everyone down to the planet.
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“The talks start at 0900 local time, you will meet with Puzob Fortab from the Trade Federation and Dal Terss from the Techno Union. Both defectors who will most likely try to manipulate you in getting the best deals as possible for them. Representatives from the Senate as well will be present” Alpha declared, pointing to the two profiles of the Separatists’ defectors. You hummed, already aware of each individual and their background. It has been one of the first things that you did when the Council had assigned this to you.
“Exits are here, here, here and here down the side passageway. I will station troopers at all exit points. Furthermore, Commander Locks will stay in orbit, preparing for an aerial attack if needs be” Alpha reported, as we were gathered around the holotable that projected a holomap of the building that the talks would be held in. There was a number of red dots that represented all members of the squad that would be accompanying you down to the planet.
“Thank you Captain, I am very much aware that they will be trying to ensure the best deals for themselves, but this is important. We must gather as much information as we can on the Separatists and their allies. The Republic is depending on us” you nodded, taking in as much information on the schematics of the building as you could. It was best to be prepared, just in case.
“I’ve worked with these sleemos before cyar’ika,” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the profiles, “and you can’t give them an inch.”
Your eye twitched, irritation curling in your stomach at his words. “I have met many Neimoidian and Sullustan people, Captain. They have all been pleasant and not at all like you describe. Jedi believe we cannot tar all because of the few” you told him simply, reining in your emotions. Turning to the Captain, you rested your hands on your hips. “Even so, I am prepared for all eventualities. But I have a good feeling about today” you smiled, turning off the holotable.
“Good, then I don’t have to tell you to not sample anything they offer you. No eating, no drinking anything that is not tested before hand or has been verified by me and my men” Alpha smirked, watching the smile drop off your face.
“I think you’re being overly cautious Captain, I can use the Force to purge my body of toxins if that happens. Besides, I do not want to start these talks off negatively. It would be highly disrespectful to our hosts if we deny them their hospitality” you frowned, watching as the smirk played on his face. God, you wished he would stop questioning you and putting ridiculous rules into place. You understood it was for your safety, but this seemed a little extreme.
As a Padawan, back at the Temple, you had been building up tolerance to a variation of poisons with Anakin and Aayla, sneaking into Anakin’s rooms so that nobody could find out. Ultimately, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had found out, and lectured you all on being ‘incredibly foolish to do something so dangerous’ as well as ‘sheer damn lucky that nothing had gone wrong.’ It had been incredibly awkward and once Kenobi had finished, Masters Vos and Trebor had picked up on the lecture and all 3 of you had been punished and sent out to help the Crèche Masters. You would be able to handle a bit of poison until you got to a medic.
Alpha stiffened and seemed to grow even taller as he straightened himself out. “Alright then, verd’ika” he growled out, and from the corner of your eye, you noticed several clones, including Locks, stiffen at the word. Crossing his arms and peering down at you, you couldn’t help but feel small standing next to the Alpha-class ARC trooper. “Lets see how disrespectful it’ll be when I tell them they’ve got to take the first bite” he glared, his brown-golden eyes firm and unwilling to budge on this.
“You wouldn’t dare!” you challenged, stepping right up into his space and poking at his chest. If anything it hurt you more than him, but you weren’t going to show that. These were your negotiations, you would get the information off the potential defectors and you would return back to the Council so that it could be used to help further the war. And you certainly wasn’t going to let Alpha get in the way of that. Narrowing your eyes at him and thinning your lips, you hoped he could see how serious you was about this.
Leaning down until he was your height, he let out a little scoff before the smirk was back again. “Try me, Princess” he breathed, eyes meeting yours in a show of stubbornness. He wouldn’t be the one to back down. You may have some jetii osik going on, but he certainly wasn’t going to be one who fawned over you. No, he had a job to do and he would do it. It was just a perk that he could get you so riled up that your cheeks were flushed and your eyes had a wild shine to them. He wondered idly how far he could push you before you lost some of that Jedi composure he saw so often.
Huffing in a breath, you spun on your heel to Locks who quickly straightened up. “Commander, please jettison Captain Alpha-17 from the nearest air lock! I am retiring for the night, I will meet you at 0700 in the mess hall. I expect the Captain to be gone by then” you grumbled, seeing the surprise and reluctance appear on his face.
“General, the Captain is right. We have to ensure your safety and his plans are the ideal way to do that” Locks reminded you, hands coming to clasp around his back. “You know that” he added quietly, making you feel even worse at how right he was.
“Fine, don’t jettison him. But I warn you Captain, I am not some delicate flower that needs to be protected, I am a Jedi, I can look after myself” you relented, turning back to bow stiffly at the large man before heading off to your own rooms. You needed rest if tomorrow was going to go well.
After some rest and meditation, you felt a lot more calmer and stable in the Force, so you headed down to breakfast in the mess hall. Along the way you greeted the troopers as you passed them, some who would be accompanying you down to the surface for these talks. Many of them however were waking up for the first shift and would be staying behind. Either way, you made sure to greet them personally. They were all unique individuals under your command, and you appreciated their similarities and their differences. Unlike some Jedi you could think of.
Shaking your head, you grabbed a tray and stepped into line behind your men. When you got to the display of food, your stomach couldn’t help but rumble.
“Hungry General?” Whisk, the resident cook in your battalion, asked as he chuckled at hearing your stomach cry out for food.
“Always, Whisk. What looks good today?” you grinned, looking over the breakfasts that he had prepared for you and his brothers.
“Well, thanks to the generosity of Naboo, we got some lovely fruit, yoghurts and I made some pastries” Whisk offered, pointing out all the new items available to you. It had been aid from Naboo that allowed all this. You had saved one of the Queen’s handmaidens from being taken by a bunch of Separatist pirates and the Queen had gracefully offered you crates of aid. The morale amongst the troopers had certainly seen a boost.
Picking your breakfast, you were about to head to your usual seat at the back of the hall before your path was blocked. Looking up, you glanced up the pale blue armour and into the deep whiskey-coloured eyes of Alpha-17.
“Ah, good morning Captain” you smiled, prepared to start today on a better footing than before. You were a bit harsh to him, probably a result of having the Council practically order you to accept protection.
The ARC trooper nodded in greeting, taking in your slightly brighter eyes and less exhausted look from the day before. “You missed dinner last night” he commented, following you over to your table.
Gaping at how he had guessed that, you couldn’t help but wonder if he could read minds. “Yes, the Force can sustain me for a while” you nodded, passing over some fruit to him.
“I’ve already eaten” he frowned, trying to pass it back.
“It won’t do no harm, Captain. I’ve heard that the Kaminoans modified you with a high metabolic rate. So eat, you’re not lucky enough to be sustained by the Force” you teased, returning back to your own breakfast.
He frowned even harder at you, and you were worried that it was going to stick. “Just because you have that Jedi osik, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat” he grumbled, brow furrowing as he stared at your tray for a second. Before you could reply, he grabbed a passing trooper by the arm. The trooper nearly let out a squeak as he was pulled from his vod’s side. “Get the General a second plate” he ordered, not even waiting for the Trooper’s salute before he turned back to you.
“Alpha! That is not necessary!” you chided, looking back at the hurried trooper and then at the stubborn one in front of you. “I’m fine, I never normally eat a big breakfast before a mission” you objected, worry curling in your stomach now for the trooper that was having to follow Alpha’s orders. Whisk would be so confused and put out, especially as he had brothers to feed.
“You’ve got a long day ahead of you” Alpha shrugged, not the least bit concerned about your objections. “And you won’t be eating food that’s not been tested anyway” he reminded, making you scowl back down at your plate.
Remembering all the meditations and your teachings, you pushed your frustrations into the force.
“Thank you Captain, it’s very kind of you” you smiled, democratically before relaxing your shoulders as you took a deep breath. “But you must at least have some. It’s only practical not to let the food go to waste” you argued, pleased when a look of surprised came onto his face. Well if he was going to force you to eat, then you would do the same. The clones had such a big appetite due to the changes in their metabolic rate, that you could almost guarantee that he would still be hungry. And you didn’t mind sharing your food and time with him.
“Alright, verd’ika, I’ll accept” he nodded, soaking in your pleased grin. It made you look happier, more content than when he had first seen you. Like the stress of the war melted away for a few seconds before you were no doubt brought back to the cold, harsh reality of being in war time.
“So, do you know who the Senate sent to represent them?” you wondered, curious who it would be. You hoped it would be an aid from Naboo, the handmaidens were always a delight to be around and they had such good stories to tell. They were also extremely politically aware of the situation and would be a welcome ally in investigating the defectors and seeing if the information they held was of value.
“Peg Shar 1 and Chandrila from what I’ve heard” Alpha grunted, pulling out his datapad and going through the briefing.
“Senator Mothma is attending?” I asked eagerly, surprised at such a well-known Senator coming to these talks. She was an inspiring figure in the Senate, and was a fantastic orator. Mothma was someone you respected for her hard work and dedication to her people as well as the Republic.
“No, apparently she sends her apologies and has sent her aids. They both have, no risk of any Senators getting killed, just a Jedi and a few clones” Alpha shrugged, scrolling through the morning reports.
“I wish you wouldn’t say stuff like that” you sighed heavily, pushing away the extra food that had materialised by your side. The trooper who had been strong armed into delivering it had quickly made a fast retreat to return to his duties. “You and your brothers are worth more than you have been told” you said sincerely, hoping he would listen to you.
“Nice sentiments, but that don’t stop the reality of the situation” he retorted, setting his stern and firm gaze onto you. He placed his datapad down and crossed his hands in front of him, like he was preparing to give you the worst news of your life. “We are expendable. We were bred to be expendable. And if you die, well at least your sacrifice will be honoured. That’s the way of the galaxy verd’ika” he insisted, watching as your face clouded in hurt and anger. Not very Jedi-like emotions.
However, the conversation was ended as Commander Locks walked over to your table. “General, Captain. I believe we have negotiations to prepare for” Locks remarked, glancing between you both, feeling the tension that surrounded you.
“We’re coming, Commander” you sighed heavily, pushing yourself up from the table and picking up the trays to throw away.
“Here, fill the General in, Commander. I’ll catch up with you in a minute” Alpha murmured, taking the trays out of your hands. He regretted that he had caused your happy demeanour to slip away from you, but it was important to remember that he and his brothers were more than likely going to die in service to the Republic, it was what they were born to do. Never had there been any doubt about his loyalty to the Republic, it was just a matter of fact. And there was nothing the little jetii could do to stop that.
“You alright, General?” Locks inquired, noticing the forlorn expression that had crept along your face as you headed towards the bridge.
“I just wish I could do more” you murmured, hand falling to your lightsaber in comfort. If only you could do something to improve the clones’ treatment from others and the Republic.
“You do more than enough, sir” Locks replied, knocking his shoulder into yours. “Now, I’m confident that you’ll survive being planet-side with Alpha for the day. Just make sure he returns in one piece. He’s valuable to the war effort” Locks stated, lips twitching into a smirk.
“No promises.”
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“Captain Alpha-17, sit rep” Commander Locks requested, as he transferred the report onto the display while he was stationed on the bridge. From the intel gathered by his pilots, there seemed to be an almost calm in the surrounding space that they occupied. If he was the type of man to be optimistic, he would say it was almost going well.
“Remind me again of the mission’s objectives?” Alpha grumbled into the comm, checking on his men around the room and covering the exits. Everything seemed to be going as expected.
“They sent the General to keep the peace during talks with defectors” Locks shrugged, eyes running idly over the report displayed on the holopad.
Alpha couldn’t help but glance at the argument raging in the middle of the room. “And what a great job she’s doing!” he grumbled, shaking his head as he saw the jetii right in the middle of it.
“I believe we are offering quite a decent deal Terss! We will not be offering full leniency for all of your crimes” Senator Aid Puk from Peg Shar insisted, cutting off whatever the Jedi had to say. You had to bite your tongue to stop any biting comment aimed at the Senator’s aid.
“Fortab, Terss, you came to the Republic looking for aid and refuge. If you were -” the aid from Chandrila started before they were cut short. There was a loud bang from one of the long winding tunnels that made up the building that you were meeting in. It was followed by a series of screams and blaster shots. The aides, as well as Fortab and Terss, looked around you in fear.
“Clock! Sit Rep!” Alpha demanded down his comm, as he quickly moved around the room to protect his Jedi.
“Captain! It seems we have an uninvited visitor to this meeting” you called, grabbing your lightsaber and standing in front of the doors where the noise was coming from. You could already hear the distinct sound of clankers marching towards you.
“No kidding sir, we’ve got reports of Grievous heading towards you. We’ll hold them off while you get to the ship” Alpha grunted, listening to the reports from the troopers in the entrance and exits, barking out orders to his troops to close in and defend the room and the path to the hangar.
“Negative, Captain, I’ll hold Grievous off while you evacuate the others” you argued, turning to the Captain as his large form came to your side. He already had his blasters out and was prepared for battle. He didn’t seem too pleased with your plan.
“The Jedi Council gave me orders to protect you, General!” Alpha growled, as a couple of your troopers short circuited the door.
“And I’ve given you an order, Captain! Get them out of here!” you snapped, before turning to the gathering behind you. “You lot, follow my troopers to the hangar. Do not wait for us and depart immediately. Maik, Shatter your squads will escort them to the ships and inform Commander Lock that Grievous is here” you instructed, and the two troopers closest to you saluted before beginning to guide everyone out.
Turning to look at Alpha who had stationed the men around the room, you raised an eyebrow at his annoyance in the Force. “My, Captain is that because of me or Grievous?” you asked, twirling the hilt of your lightsaber in your hand before steadying yourself.
“At the moment, it’s a tie” he retorted, making you snort in amusement.
“When Grievous comes through, he is mine. Concentrate our forces on the droids” you declared, taking in a deep breath, balancing yourself in the Force. Whatever happened here, you would not be adding another lightsaber to Grievous’ collection. A scream cuts off just in front of the barred exits and you readied yourself for the attack.
“Anyone lets the jetii be taken, you’ll be running laps around the Venator until I’m satisfied” Alpha growled, blaster aimed at the door.
“That’s a bit extreme” you muttered, flinching slightly as 4 lightsabers came through the metal, swiftly cutting a large whole in the blast doors. If there was any doubt it was Grievous here to collect you, you were certain of it now.
If you weren’t a Jedi, you would have felt fear consume you as Grievous and all of his cybotic limbs climbed through the hole and stood towering over your troopers. As it is, you let your fear out into the Force, you would not let yourself become distracted. “Ah, General Y/L/N, your lightsaber will make a fine addition to the many others of your brothers and sisters” Grievous stated, twirling the sabres in his grasp.
“If it’s my fate to go into the force, then so be it Grievous. But I will not allow you to massacre my men. I purpose a challenge, General. You will fight me, and me alone. If you win, I’ll go with you, but if I win, you will surrender to the Army of the Galactic Republic” you bargained, feeling Alpha’s unease next to you, as well as many of the men surrounding you.
“Why should I, Little General, when I’m going to take you anyway. Kill the meat-droids” Grievous ordered his droids.
There was a shower of blaster fire as you sighed heavily and ignited your lightsaber. “Very well, General. So be it.”
The clash of plasma against plasma hummed around the room, the angry buzz being heard even over the blaster shots. Fighting Grievous was difficult, the force of his hits was enough to make your knees buckle. Added to the fact that you had 4 blades to avoid instead of one or two. The heat from the blades could be felt from beneath your robes as you skilfully manoeuvred out of Grievous’ reach.
Looking around you, you jumped onto the table that held the peace talks and stared down at your enemy. “You will not find what you seek with me, General! Nor with any other Jedi that you may take” you vowed, jumping from a swipe to your legs.
“Such confidence for one that will soon be skewered on my trophies!”
You grunted, feeling the hit against your own blade as you tried to flip over him. One of his hands shot out to grab your leg, catapulting you to the side of the room. Pain flared up your side as you landed against the metal wall.
“General!”
Blinking through your blurred vision and the sudden heaviness of your limbs, you pushed yourself up. Your head was spinning and you struggled to take in a breath. Just as you finally managed to stand straight, a robotic claw grabbed at your neck, squeezing the life out of you.
“Cap-tain” you choked out, seeing the blurred outline of the Captain just behind Grievous. Gasping and spluttering, you managed to grip the hilt of your lightsaber before using the force to throw it behind Grievous.
“You will enjoy your time in my cells” Grievous promised, raising the hilt of a lightsaber and smashing it into your face. The metal dug into the fragile flesh of your jaw and cheek, and you felt the skin split, sending blood pouring down your face. With the last bit of oxygen in your body, you felt and saw the cyborg shudder, letting out a pained roar, before he was loosening his grip on you and collapsing in a pile of steel at your feet.
Looking up, you saw Alpha holding your lightsaber, prepared to strike another blow to Grievous and cut off his remaining limbs. You couldn’t help but stare, he looked like an avenging god as sparks flew from Grievous.
He scrambled on his two legs, yelling in outrage and screaming orders to the droids for him to evacuate to his ship. Alpha shot after him with his blaster, as the remainder of Grievous’ forces were defeated by your troopers.
“Alright, verd’ika?” Alpha asked, crouching in front of you.
“Never… better” you croaked out, your throat feeling like it was crushed. It brought tears to your eyes just attempting to speak.
Alpha took off his helmet and frowned heavily at you, before waving behind him for a medic.
“No… ‘m fin’” you grimaced, shaking your head and pushing yourself up onto your knees.
“Easy! You’re in no shape to move yet General. Grievous has beat a retreat, Commander Lock is preparing to engage him in the atmosphere. Let Dose take a look at you and I’ll handle the rest” Alpha informed, his gloved hand cupping your jaw gently and examining your wounds. Seeing your small nod, he hummed in satisfaction, squeezing your shoulder as he moved away to organise the return to the Venator.
You were Med-evacced along with a number of your troopers back to your ship. The peace talks and arrangements were to be rearranged for a few days later, while an investigation would take place as to how Grievous had gotten onto the planet. The security scan and recon had not shown any hint of his or his army’s presence in the system. Perhaps Fortab and Terss hadn’t been as eager to give information to the Republic as they seemed.
“General, I must insist you rest!” Dose said firmly, coming into your curtained off bed.
You motioned to your horizontal position on the bed.
He scoffed, shaking his head and looking pointedly at the datapad in your hand. “And at least let me put some bacta on your injuries” Dose implored, used to your antics in the med bay. He just thanked his lucky stars that at least you weren’t as bad as General Kenobi.
“Dose, I’m resting and they’re superficial. Besides, I’ve taken that horrible concoction you forced me to take for my throat. I’ll be fine. May I be discharged?” you assured your Chief Medical Officer. You hoped he would release you soon, you had a mountain of data-pads to get through on your desk, as well as updating the Jedi Council.
“I’m not discharging you unless it’s into the custody of Commander Locks. At least then I’ll know you’ll actually be resting instead of working” Dose grumbled, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you as you huffed in return.
That would take a while, your Commander was still on the bridge and dealing with the fallout of your mission.
“Think I can help with that Dose” a voice from behind the curtain said. Alpha-17 came round the screen and looked between the clone and you. His eyes narrowed and this lips thinned at the sight of the scrapes still on your face. “Commander Locks has ordered me to escort the General back to her quarters” he informed us.
You groaned, accepting that this was now your fate. You’d get Locks back as soon as you could. As you were about to protest even more, the datapad in your hand was quickly swiped. You couldn’t help but gape at Alpha as he held your datapad out of reach. Kriff him and he’s large frame.
“And to not allow her to throw herself back into work until tomorrow” Alpha added, face firm as he looked back at you defiantly.
“Alpha! This is ridiculous!” you objected, watching as he hooked it onto his belt. You turned to Dose for support but he just said nothing and shrugged.
“Orders are orders. Now come on, sooner you get some sleep, the sooner you can return to the bridge” Alpha stated, offering you a hand and helping you get up on unsteady legs. Just how long exactly had you been sitting there on that uncomfortable bed?
“I’m the General” you reminded them both, unable to help the little pout that crossed your face. Your legs wobbled even more as your head spun at finally standing up. Alpha was quick to wrap an arm around your waist to steady you. The warmth of his strong arm seeped through your robes and helped soothe your aching muscles.
“Technically General, in this situation, with regards to the health of the men, I outrank everyone. Including you” Dose corrected, leaving you to do nothing but gape at him in surprise. Obviously you knew that, but you didn’t expect him to actually throw that back at you.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Kix.”
“Perhaps. But I agree with the Commander. I’m not passing you fit for duty until you come in tomorrow for the all clear” Dose insisted, crossing his arms and giving you a hard stare.
“Fine, fine! Lead the way Captain” you grumbled, squeezing onto the arm around your waist.
Alpha grunted in acknowledgement, all but carrying you down the corridors to your quarters. He didn’t say anything to you, just helped you along. The rest of his vods tried to come over and check on you but he waved them away. The little jetii needed rest and he was under orders to make sure she took it.
When you arrived at the door to your quarters, you typed in the code, rubbing your temples and being surprised to see that there was blood on your hand. Oh… you’d forgotten that you had refused to let Dose look at the wound and close it. Determined to get back to work and assuring that the Force would take care of it. Besides, your men needed it more than you did in that moment. If you weren’t mistaken, Dose had looked like he was going to have an aneurysm and had quickly typed something on his datapad.
Wait a minute! Had he been the one to inform your Commander of your inability to rest? Was they in cahoots about ensuring that you looked after yourself? Knowing the vode, it was almost a certainty.
Feeling the start of a headache, you could admit that they may be right. It was starting to ache and you were desperate to get to the small medic pack in your quarters to pop a painkiller and wipe away the blood that was still trickling down your face. Head wounds always bled more than other wounds. Is that why Alpha had looked so annoyed when he had given you a once over?
“Come on General, get in so I can clean you up” Alpha instructed, giving you a slight shake to help you focus on stepping into the peace and quiet of your room.
As soon as the door closed behind the pair of you, he gently settled you into a seat at your desk and knelt down before you.
“Alright ner atin verd’ika, seeing as you refused to let Dose treat your wounds, but you’re talking alright, I’m gonna assume you’d at least took something for your throat. Now where’s your med pack so I can take a look at these?” he murmured, gently prodding at your forehead. It made you wince at the sharp pain that shot through your head and he ran a gentle thumb over your tensed brow in apology.
“Over there, in the cabinet” you instructed him, pointing to your small refresher in the corner.
He nodded, and you took the opportunity to shed your outer robes. Using the Force, you guided them over to the laundry chute to be taken care of with the rest of your clothes. Closing your eyes, you couldn’t help but think back to what happened with Grievous, the feel of metal digging into your throat, cutting off your airways. You had been certain you were going to die, be it there in that room or later on in whatever scheme that Grievous had come up with.
Until you has spotted Alpha behind the great hulking cyborg. Even gripping onto the last dregs of consciousness, you had trusted him, knew that he would save you. That was why you had given him your lightsaber, barely having enough energy to throw it but he had caught it. Had known what you wanted him to do and had cut Grievous down to size. Alpha had always had your respect and trust, but even more so after saving your life. Everything you had heard about him had been the truth, he was an exceptional soldier and a good man.
A hand on your knee brought you out of your thoughts and you blinked in surprise to see Alpha’s deep, honey brown eyes staring into your own. He looked worried and you couldn’t help but try and assure him.
“I’m fine, just thinking about today” you smiled slightly, shaking yourself a little and trying to bring yourself back to the present.
Your words didn’t take the concern from his eyes as he began to sort out what he would need to treat the scrapes and cuts on your head. “You did good. Believe me, I know what a bastard he is to fight, you did well. Don’t think about anything else” he told you, before running a critical gaze over your face. “In pain?” he asked, and you knew you couldn’t lie to him. He’d find out. So you nodded and allowed him to give you an extra shot of relief.
“Thank you, the shot that Dose gave me is wearing off” you muttered, feeling yourself relax now that you were in your quarters and the pain relief was kicking in again.
“Should have let him look at this” Alpha chided, cleaning away some of the blood surrounding the cut on your head.
“The Force would have taken care of it eventually, and besides there were more pressing cases than mine” you shrugged, thinking back to the screams that you had heard in the medbay. What was a few cuts and bruises compared to troopers who had lost limbs or blaster wounds in their sides? No, you’d much prefer the bacta supplies go to them.
Alpha scoffed and you couldn’t help but shoot him a glare, quietly demanding he explain himself. “Your heroism complex is gonna get you killed, verd’ika” he warned, tightening his grip on your knee to keep you from moving away as he got a particularly tough spot of blood off. It only caused more blood to trickle out of the cut.
“It’s my duty as a Jedi to protect those in need, to help those who suffer. If I have to give my life for that cause, so be it” you stated, echoing the values that you and the rest of the Jedi Order shared.
Alpha stilled, his shoulders tightening for a second before he looked away. “Sound like the vode” he murmured, focusing his attention on getting the bacta out and dabbing it onto a clean piece of gauze.
“Maybe we’re more alike than you’d think” you grinned, thinking back to the many similarities that the Jedi Order shared with the Vode. Both forced into a war that neither had asked for, their duties fighting against their values, to see their brothers and sisters die to protect a galaxy that was increasingly turning against them. It made your heart ache at all the pain that was being endured during this awful war. It was little wonder why the Force felt so heavy as of late, as though you were walking through tar. There was a great imbalance, and everyone felt it.
A hand cupped the back of your head, fingers slipping through your braid to keep your head steady. You pulled away as you saw Alpha raise the bacta to your head. Already you could imagine the sting that would cause.
“Quit squirming!” Alpha rebuked sharply, as he dragged the bacta across the cut on your forehead.
You scowled at him, biting back a wince as the wound was already starting to tingle from the bacta. Your neck and collarbone itched, you were sure the blood that had been running down the side of your face had dried and formed an irritating crust on your skin.
With large, calloused hands, Alpha tilted your head up a little so he could check the damage done to you. There was a scruff on your jaw, the skin all grazed from where you had caught the rough end of the hilt of Grievous lightsaber. The cheek was already bruising and he carefully slathered some more bacta onto the purpling skin.
“Gonna have some nasty bruises in the morning, General” he teased, cleaning the scrape on your jaw before tiding up the mess from the med pack.
“Thank you Alpha, for cleaning my wounds… and for saving my life” you said softly, reaching out to still his large hands with your smaller one. You looked into his warm eyes, seeing the surprise at your appreciation and at your touch.
“Someone has to save your shebs” he murmured, voice dropping lower as he glanced at your hand on his before meeting your gaze.
You swallowed nervously, the tone of his voice sent a warmth cascading through you. It was soothing, even if the words weren’t. It felt awfully like a promise to always have your back. Unable to help it, you bit your lip and raised your hand to cup his cheek, tenderly stroking along his cheekbone. You could feel the stubble against your palm, the rough edges teasing against your fingertips.
“I’m glad it was you” was whispered past your lips, not wanting to disturb this quiet moment between the both of you.
Alpha let out a small grunt, eyes zeroing in on the lip that was caught in between your teeth.
“Stop doing that!” he growled, tugging your lip out of your teeth with his thumb. He used it to run across your lip, savouring the drag against his calloused pad.
“Why?” you breathed, feeling yourself caught up in the lust and desire that was rolling off Alpha. You knew if another Force user would come in, they’d feel the same emotions coming from you as well. His large frame was kneeling in between your legs, and the trunk of his body was still wide enough to have you spread them to the point that it was a distraction now you weren’t concentrating on him fixing you up.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to end up fucking you over this desk” he warned, his other hand coming to rest heavily on your knee.
“And that’s meant to stop me?” you scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him. You soon stopped when it pulled on your cut.
Alpha shot you a heavy look that seemed to say ‘you asked for it!’ The hand that was cradling your jaw dragged your face closer to his. You could feel his warm breath fan across your face and you couldn’t help but let out a little sigh of your own. The feel of his strong hand guiding you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
His eyes scanned your face, seeming to make sure you wanted this too. The gesture was enough to make you melt even more for him.
“Can I kiss you, mesh’la?”
And really, how could you turn down such a polite request?
Gripping onto his cuirass, you pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his. His lips were rough against yours, dry from the circulating air on the ship but surprisingly tender as you both kiss. You would have thought he’d kiss you like his personality would suggest – all dominant and rough edges, taking control and pressing you against him. Instead he slows your hurried movements down, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth before teasing you into a more open mouth kiss.
You can’t help but sigh against him, letting him in and tasting the disgusting caf that he’d probably grabbed from the mess hall. He explored your mouth, coaxing your tongue to do the same as he gripped the back of your neck, angling you how he wanted you.
Pulling away, you rested your head against his, opening your eyes so that you could see him. He looked hungry. That was the only way you could describe it as you took in his reddened lips. You had done that. You had left your mark on him just from kissing him. It sent a small thrill through you at the thought.
“Can we do that again?” you smiled, relaxing into his hold. One hand had slipped down to your back, the other was gripping your thigh to keep himself steady.
Alpha scoffed, shaking his head at you before returning to kissing you, pulling away to press gentle and careful kisses along you jaw. As he made his way down your throat, you swiftly remembered that you were probably covered in blood from the battle.
“Wait!” you cried, hands coming to push at his shoulders.
Alpha instantly jumped back, eyes shrouding in hurt. He nodded, looking away from you for a moment before going to get up.
“No! I mean… I’m filthy. It’s probably not a good idea to kiss me there, I’m sure I’ve got blood on me. It would be horrible for you to have to kiss me like this” you rushed to explain, hoping to reassure him that it wasn’t something he had done to make you push him away.
Alpha cocked an eyebrow at you, looking at you like you had just told him that you could turn into a tooka. “Kriff, you talking about? Have to kiss you? Like it’s a damn chore?” he rolled his eyes, leaning up on his knees so he could look you firmly in the eyes. “I don’t care if you’re covered in blood and dirt and sweat. We’ve just come from a battle, do you think I expect you to be all clean and shiny?” he chided, before pressing a kiss to your throat, where you no undoubtedly had a dry patch of blood on you. “No, mesh’la. I can handle a little blood” he smirked, pressing kisses all over the column of your throat and sucking dark marks against your skin.
His words were reassuring and you lost yourself to the pleasure of him marking you up. There would be a number of bruises come tomorrow, and you could just imagine continuing your duties with the evidence of Alpha’s affection and lust decorating your skin beneath your robes. Your hands slid into his short, curly hair and tugged gently on the strands, feeling the small moan that he let out against your collarbone. Oh he liked that, didn’t he? Using that knowledge, you couldn’t help but guide him back up to your lips.
“I was busy” he grouched, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Be busy elsewhere” you instructed, reaching for his armour. Alpha stopped you, gently pushing your hands away.
“Better plan, you take off yours and I’ll take off mine. Save some time” he proposed, already beginning to tug on his spaulder. Shooting him a grin, you quickly stood up and began undressing from your robes, your fingers used to the nimble fastenings and knots that you used to keep them in place. Within a matter of minutes, you were left in nothing.
The cool air trailed across your body, your nipples beginning to harden at the feeling. You felt exposed as Alpha straightened up to look at you. It had been a while since you had allowed anyone to look at you like this, to experience your vulnerability. The last time had been with a fellow crèche mate just before you took your trials to be knighted. Both of you agreed that it was fun but nothing serious. Now, standing in front of Alpha, you wondered if you measured up to what he liked.
“Kriff! You’re beautiful, ad’ika. Prettiest thing I’ve seen” he breathed in awe, taking in the way you relaxed at his words, blush rising from your chest to your face. He couldn’t wait to trace that with his tongue.
While he was apprising you, you did the same to him. Alpha was gorgeous, there was no doubt about it. He was big and muscular, the strength clear to see in his bulging thighs and arms. There seemed to be miles and miles of pretty bronzed skin, his body was littered with scars that told just how brave of a soldier he was. How he withstood torture from Ventress herself and came out the other side. Trailing your eyes down from his broad chest and his snatched in waist, you let your gaze rest on his cock. It was just as thick as the rest of him with an average length. You knew you would be feeling him tomorrow.
“Like what you see, mesh’la?” he teased, reaching a hand to cup your breast. He ran a gentle thumb over your hardened bud, content to feel the weight of your breast with his hand. His other wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him and keeping you pressed against his warm chest.
“You’re gorgeous” you whispered, feeling small in his hold. It was obvious he hadn’t expected you to say that because he blinked in surprise.
“If you say so” he murmured, before leaning down to quieten any objections to his words with his mouth. He was like a solid wall of muscle and heat as he kept you close, running a hand up and down your side in a soothing motion.
Wrapping your arms around him as much as you could, you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, wanting him to know that he was making you feel so good. With a small nip to your lip, he pulled away and guided you back into your desk chair. Letting out a whine of protest, he enjoyed your little noises as he moved away from you to grab a pillow from your bed. He placed it in front of you and answered your searching look with a grin.
“These knees ain’t as young as they used to be, ad’ika” he chuckled wryly, landing a kiss in between your breasts. You closed your eyes at the sensation, feeling like he was branding you, even with his soft kisses around the mound of your breasts. He gently grazed his teeth against your skin, causing you to jump a little. Your last partner hadn’t done any of this.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you helped guide him to where you wanted his mouth. Feeling the small grin against your skin as he enjoyed you taking what you wanted, you couldn’t help but tease him back by pulling on his hair and dragging a foot up his thigh.
“Patience, ner verd’ika” he hummed against you, before taking your nipple into his warm, wet mouth, gently sucking on the bud to harden it further.
“Alpha!” you panted, as he ran his tongue around you before giving it a quick graze of his teeth. You gasped, eyes shooting open to meet his darkened gaze and you felt a rush of wetness slip from your entrance.
He gave the other breast the same attention, lovingly laving the bud with his tongue before teasing you with a sharp pinch or tug of his teeth. Alpha seemed to want to learn every part of your body, his hands running over every expanse of your skin as he could.
With one last, loud suck that left your cheeks darkening, Alpha pulled away from your chest and gave you a filthy grin. “I want to eat you out, mesh’la, want to taste you as you cum in my mouth. That okay?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow at you as you gaped at him. What the kriff was you meant to say to that? Especially when it conjured up so many different images in your mind. Of Alpha fucking you with his tongue and fingers. Alpha pressing you over your desk and just eating you out until you could do nothing but slump against the desk. Of Alpha groaning into your cunt as he got lost in the taste.
“Yes… yes please” you managed to get out, feeling your arousal pool in combination with his words and the way your imagination used them to think of all the different ways he could have you.
“Good girl, I’m going to need you to keep these” he said, squeezing your knees before pushing them open and resting them on the arm rests of your chair, “open for me. Think you can do that while I taste this beautiful pussy?”
The cool air of your quarters left you shuddering as Alpha spread your legs wide. You weren’t sure if it was because of him or the praise that he dished out to you. Being called a good girl normally brought you nothing but annoyance, but the way that Alpha said it made you want to be just that. To be his good girl as he fucked you so well. Nodding your consent, you were left fully exposed to him. Yet Alpha never took his eyes away from the sight before him. It made your legs flinch in an attempt to close them, but Alpha was too fast and held them open for him.
“Ah, ah, verd’ika. I want to see all of you. You’re beautiful, bet you taste like it too” he groaned, before licking a stripe from the bottom of your entrance, all the way to your clit. He delighted in the loud moan that came falling from your lips as he began to swirl his tongue around your clit before dipping down and pressing his tongue into your sweet little cunt. He was right, you tasted absolutely delicious. He couldn’t believe you were letting him eat you out at your desk. That you trusted him to take care of you and your pleasure.
Humming slightly, he felt the way your hips shifted, eager to press against his mouth. But he wouldn’t let you, this was all about making you feel good, and he had so many things he wanted to show you first.
“Alpha! Fuck!” you cried out, the wet heat of his mouth making you feel like you were making a mess down there. Not that Alpha seemed to mind, in fact he was eager to catch all of the slick dripping out of you, not wanting to waste any bit of it as you continued to try and pull him closer to you. “Force, you… you feel so good” you praised, nails digging into the arms of your chair.
Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest and you choked on a moan as he pressed one of his thick fingers into you. It was so much bigger than your own and you couldn’t wait to feel the stretch of him as he finally gave you his cock.
“Easy, verd’ika. We’ll get there, just feel how tight you are around my finger. How will you take my cock if you can’t take my finger, huh?” he soothed, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before returning to your clit. He started a gentle suction, massaging the swollen nub with his tongue before pulling away to blow on it. You shrieked, feeling the swift change in temperature on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
He took the chance to slide through your folds and press another finger inside of you, curling them both up to find that spot inside of you. You cursed quietly as his thick, talented fingers found the spot he was looking for. Liquid pleasure shot through your veins and you couldn’t help but buck into him, although you didn’t have much leverage to chase his mouth and touch. You could only take what Alpha chose to give you.
“Clever Jedi, figured it out already. I’ll get you there, but only when I say” he praised, pushing your thighs a little wider apart and running a soothing trail down one as you groaned at his words. He was going to kill you, you knew it. Death by sex. It would be a beautiful way to go if only Alpha gave you what you wanted.
Seeming to read the frustration that was building in you, Alpha increased the pace of his fingers, thrusting into you deeply but always making sure that he was building you up to the edge. He curled his fingers up into you, rubbing against that spot that had you arching in the chair, your nails digging into the material as you clutched onto the back of the chair. The feel of his mouth and tongue on your clit increased, his tongue drawing maddening circles against your clit as he pushed you closer to your orgasm.
“Please… Please Alpha… I need to… I’m going to cum” you cried, winding your hand into his hair and keeping him pressed against you. Not that he wanted to get away. He could eat you out until the galaxy exploded and it still wouldn’t be enough for him.
“Hmm! Cum for me” he ordered, returning back to the maddening pace he set as you gushed around his fingers, as he finally allowed you your release.
Your vision whited out as you clung onto him as much as you could, feeling the shock waves of your orgasm as Alpha licked up your juices, pushing you into oversensitivity as he kept an arm against your waist to keep you pinned to the chair. Bucking your hips against his face, you couldn’t help but moan as he continued to drink down your slick.
“Alpha!” you groaned, slumping in the chair.
He chuckled, pulling away from you, and you couldn’t help but stare at him. His mouth was covered in your slick, a slight shine to Alpha’s face as he returned your look with lust blazing in his eyes.
“You were so good for me, verd’ika. You did so well. I want to feel you around me. Can I fuck you now, mesh’la? Show you just how strong you are?” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you. You couldn’t help but groan, curious at the taste of yourself on his tongue.
“I want you, Alpha. Want to feel you inside of me” you breathed, cupping his face and pressing kisses all over his face. His nose scrunched up as you pressed a small one to the tip of his nose.
Carefully, he slipped his hands underneath your body, cradling you close to his chest before placing you on your desk. You smiled, enjoying how this large, terrifying soldier was so gentle with you. His strong, capable hands held you carefully, like you were a treasure he had found during this terrible war. But that wasn’t what you wanted. There would be time for soft caresses and gentle touches later on. Now though, you wanted to feel the strength of him pounding into you, want to feel protected and safe as he took you apart, only to rebuild you again.
Sucking a mark just below his jaw, you hummed playfully to get his attention as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. “You know, you don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily. I can take it” you told him, hoping he would understand what you were saying.
Alpha’s eyes darkened and a more predatory look came over him than any you had seen today. His hand came up to grip your throat, not near enough to hurt but a reminder of the strength he could use on you. Searching your face for any doubt or hesitation, he must have found what he was looking for because his mouth crashed into yours, a lot more forceful than your first kiss. This one was full of teeth and growls, pushing his way into your mouth and taking in the way you tasted against him. He wanted to be consumed by you.
As you were kissing, you were surprised when Alpha gripped your hips tightly and tugged you down until your bottom was nearly hanging off the desk. It was all you could do to scramble to wrap your arms around his neck.
“Gonna fuck you so good mesh’la! Not gonna want to sacrifice yourself after this. Gonna have you addicted to my cock” Alpha growled, landing a hard swat to your ass.
Cursing loudly at the flash of pain that sent through you, you tugged to bring him closer to you, wanting to feel just how passionate he was about taking you. From the way he was handling you, squeezing and pinching your sides until you were groaning in want, you knew that he was right to say that. You didn’t know how you wouldn’t become addicted to this, not with how good he was making you feel.
Pushing himself up so he was standing over you, he used his weight to keep you pinned to your desk as he rained a few more blows on your exposed ass. You would be feeling those tomorrow. Which was exactly what Alpha wanted. He wanted you to remember him when he would be undoubtedly sent back to Kamino.
“Alpha! You said you’d fuck me!”
“Oh? Am I not giving you enough, verd’ika? Am I leaving you wanting? Well we can’t have that” he smirked, reaching up to pinch your hardened buds and tweaking them sharply. You let out a loud moan that echoed around the room. “Gonna have to fill this greedy pussy right up” he groaned, spreading your legs and leaving you exposed to him. He raised a hand and laid a sharp spank onto your pussy.
“AH! ALPHA!” you cried out, feeling your entrance gush with slick as you tried to shut your legs and protect yourself from his harsh touches. “Fuck, please” you begged, reaching out to cling onto the edge of the desk. A couple more data-pads went flying onto the floor, none of you caring about anything else but each other.
“Greedy” he chuckled, laying a kiss to your knee before pushing them open and stepping in between them. He ran his fingers through your soaked folds, enjoying the small noises of pleasure that you let out at his soft touch to your core.
Reaching for his heavy cock, he gave himself a few pumps before notching the head of his cock at your entrance. You could feel the pressure of the dome shaped head just pressing teasingly against you. “Deep breath” he ordered, squeezing your thigh. As you did as he instructed, taking in a deep breath to try and calm how excited you was to feel him inside of you, he pressed his thick length inside of you.
Fuck! He was so big, stretching you so wide around his girth that you dug your nails into his shoulders, a moan tumbling from your lips. Alpha gritted his teeth, keeping in his own noises as he felt you flutter around him with each slow slide of his cock inching into you.
Finally, after his cautious pace, he bottomed out into you, the feeling of you clenching around him had him gripping your hips even tighter to try and keep you still. “Relax, ad’ika, otherwise this will be very disappointing!” he warned, squeezing his eyes shut at the pleasure that was shooting down his spine. He wanted nothing more than to thrust into you, hear you cry his name.
“Not my fault you feel like you’re going to split me in half!” you hissed back, hips beginning to squirm in his grasp as you wanted to move. The urge to buck your hips and press back into him was frustrating you.
Alpha sighed, leaning forward to press his lips against your collar, sucking marks up to your neck before he managed to capture your lips in his own.
Returning his kisses, you tugged on his hair slightly so he could see your face. “You can move now” you breathed, smiling at him reassuringly as you wrapped your legs around his strong waist.
That was all he needed to hear, as Alpha pulled his hips back and thrust in sharply, sending you further up the desk. Alpha growled, pulling you back down to meet each slap of his hips against yours, not willing to let you get too far away from him.
You whined at the feel of his cock pushing through your tight walls, felt the way your cunt almost seemed to mould itself around his cock. It certainly felt like Alpha was carving his way into you, burying himself so deep inside that he was never going to escape.
“Hear you thinking, pretty Jetii” he grunted, one hand coming up to massage and squeeze your breast. He tweaked a nipple, chuckling at hearing you cry out at that before rolling his hips into you, his cock brushing that spongy patch at the front of your walls.
“FUCK! ALPHA!” you yelped, gripping his hair tightly and pulling him into a kiss. The pace that he set was leaving you breathless, each thrust drawing small sounds from your lips as he pushed into you.
Smirking down at you, he pushed your knees further into your chest, until you were almost bent in half but he didn’t slow the pace of his hips; continuing to fuck into you until it’s all you could do to hold in the scream of his name. Anyone would be able to hear just how well he was fucking you and you couldn’t let anyone find out about the pair of you. It was too risky.
“That’s it ner verd’ika, you’re taking me so well… good girl… such a good girl for me” he groaned, shifting the angle so he was slamming his hips down into yours.
By the Force! He felt so deep inside of you, like there was no more room for anything else but him. Crying out, you raked your nails down his front, unable to do anything but take him. All you wanted to do was squirm and writhe against him, but Alpha’s strong hands held your knees to your chest, as you felt heat rush through you.
“Close… so close” you gasped, eyes slamming shut as he continued to fuck you so good. You wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow, you were sure of it.
“Me too” he panted out, one hand releasing the almost steel-like grip on the back of your thigh and reaching for the bundle of nerves at your core.
The noise you let out was something you’d never heard out of your mouth as Alpha pushed you closer and closer to your release. “Please!” you begged him, wanting to feel him release his seed inside of you, paint your walls white. “Want you to fill me!” you groaned, trying to pull him as close to you as you possibly could. At your words, his thumb brushed your clit just right and your vision went white, as every muscle in your body tensed as you shuddered through your release.
“SHIT! Mesh’la” Alpha snarled, slamming his hips into your welcoming clenching heat a few more times before he spilled inside of you. Doing just like you asked as he emptied spurt after spurt of cum deep inside of you.
Catching himself from falling on top of you, Alpha gathered you in his arms before falling back into your desk chair. He pulled you against his chest, both of you panting against each other as you soaked in the bliss of being together.
“So… that happened” you chuckled nervously into the quiet room.
Alpha groaned, running a hand across his face. “I knew you’d be one who liked to talk” he grumbled, arm sliding around your waist and holding you tighter against him. That brought an honest laugh out of you as you looked up to raise an eyebrow at him.
“Thought about this a lot, have you?” you teased back at him, sighing slightly as he dragged his large palms up and down your spine. It felt so relaxing and you couldn’t help but sink further into him.
“Well, it’s a good way to keep any annoying Jetiise quiet” he shot back at you. Humming in agreement, you pressed a gentle kiss to his pec, just above a scar over his heart.
“So what does verd’ika mean?” you wondered, propping your head up on your hand and watching as his expression softened, his cheeks tinting red at your questions. Interestingly, he seemed determined to keep silent. “Oh come on, it must mean something. I saw my men’s reactions to that. What does it mean?” you grinned, poking at his nose.
“It’s nothing” he grumbled, waving your hand away from his face.
“Please! Is it a bad thing?” you frowned, pulling away and pushing yourself up. Maybe the nickname was actually pretty offensive instead.
However you didn’t get very far, Alpha’s hands pulled you back down onto him as he gave a heavy sigh. “No, course not!” he huffed, rough hand dragging up to the back of your neck to keep you in place. Resting his head on yours, he scowled, before tugging on a strand of your hair. “It means little warrior” he said, twirling the strand around his finger.
“Oh, I suppose it makes sense. I am small compared to you, but I don’t know about warrior, I’m a Jedi. I’m meant to keep the peace. I bet the men didn’t know how I would react to being called that though” you mused, propping yourself up on his chest. “Hmm, verd’ika. I think it sounds rather cute. You think I’m cute” you teased, feeling warmth spread in your chest at that.
“You’re going to be insufferable” he groaned, but his lips twitched into a small smile and his eyes shone with his affection.
“Hey, you care about me, admit it! Otherwise you wouldn’t be looking after my shebs!” you reminded, hearing his huff of agreement before he pulled you into another kiss.
“Shut up, Jetii, never said I didn’t. But I still have orders to make sure you’re resting” he rolled his eyes, trailing kisses along your jaw.
“Hmm, I’m not tired yet, Captain. I think I might need some wearing out” you smirked back at him, rocking back onto his lap.
“Yes, sir!”
And when you saw Dose the next day, all he could do was just gawp at you.
I’ve had this post in my drafts for a while now, but @dystopicjumpsuit's mention of the Matchmaking AU today reignited my inspiration in a slightly different direction.
I recently watched a nature doc about the Kamchatka region of Russia, and a pair of 60-something year old former soldiers were introduced early on in the show. These two men worked and lived in a huge national park, where they regularly patrol around 70 square miles of forest and protect the wildlife from poachers.
And this of course made me think of the clones and how that would be a perfect job for them 🤣
Imagine how many worlds exist throughout the Galaxy that have rare and exotic animals that are at risk of poaching, and what a creative job opportunity that would create for the clones in a version of the Galaxy where the war ended abruptly!
I think any of the commandos or ARCs would be ideal for the job. They'd have to be capable of working independently and thinking on their feet. They’d need to be good at negotiating and deescalating in the event they run into poachers. And, in the event that negotiations break dow, they'd need to be very good at handling their shit.
My first thought was Wolffe, but now I’m leaning more towards the Bad Batch or even Alpha 17 haha
Either way, in the @tcwmatchmakingau version of events, I’m imagining that the clone (or clones) in question is introduced to the idea through the matchmaking process? Maybe they’re matched with a civilian who works in conservation, and the two of them end up together, working as a team in some untamed wilderness.
Maybe their new S/O laments about the lack of resources to protect some endangered habitat/animal, and their clone partner realizes that he and his recently unemployed brothers could definitely help with that…
What do we think?
Which clones would be best suited for this type of work?
NPT at some peeps who might want to scream about clones:
I figured I’d take the time to put down some of my favorite fan fictions for anyone who wants them. I am only putting up completed series, with a few exceptions. And I’ll add more as I think about it. Make sure to give the authors lots of love! They deserve it!
Also, let me know if any links do not work.
Star Wars
✶ Alpha-17 ✶
➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader
Yours
By @wanderinginksplot
Rating: Teen and Mature
Reader was assigned to Kamino to do some administrative work for the senate, and when her presence draws some of the clones to try their inexperienced flirting with her Alpha volunteers to scare them away. This story single-handedly turned my attention towards Alpha works. It is a slow burn filled with great banter and I really enjoy Alpha’s characterization here.
➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader
Alpha & “Doc”
By @wings-and-beskar
Rating: Explicit
Reader attempts to have a peaceful shower but has to deal with Alpha-17’s presence and persistence to be around her. Absolutely sexy series that I hope gets more fics added to it! Just Alpha’s begging alone in the second story had me faint.
✶ Rex ✶
➤ Rex/Female Reader
Hierarchy of Needs
By @zinzinina
Rating: Explicit
Reader is a Jedi on a mission with Rex when a toxin affects them both causing them both to seek relief. Fuck-or-die? YES, PLEASE! I love this trope, ESPECIALLY when it is written as well as this. It is sexy, passionate, filled with yearning, and we end on a sweet note, which I love.
➤ Rex/Original Female Character
Stories
By @aggy72
Rating: Explicit
Cori is a documentarian and follows the adventures of the 501st where the Captain unexpectedly falls for her. Filled with great relationships, banter, and found family, this is a truly beautiful saga of love and perseverance
✶ Wolffe ✶
➤ Wolffe/Female Reader
A New Tomorrow
By @enigmaticexplorer
Rating: Mature and Explicit
Reader does a favor for Plo Koon where she ends up as Commander Wolffe’s assistant and they do not like each other. This is a slow-burn, tension-filled, antagonists-to-lovers series that had me in a chokehold for a week while I read it. I laughed, I cried, I stared out a window and thought for hours about it. Alli writes Wolffe so well and I can’t recommend her enough.
Rating: Explicit
Reader/Cherise is the owner of 79’s and Wolffe is a cocky asshole that just pisses her off. This series has made me cry and text my IRL friends to rant and rave. Phenomenal Wolffe characterization and beautiful writing. Has antagonists-to-lovers where he falls first she falls harder. Please read it so we can talk about it.
➤ Wolffe/Original Female Character
I Need You
By @ulchabhangorm
Rating: Explicit
Sadhbh struggles to keep her growing feelings with Wolffe hidden after they originally agreed to be just friends with benefits. This fic is filled with yearning and passion and completely hooked me! The whole series of one shots have me eagerly waiting for the full Sadhbh/Wolffe story that Maia is writing and I cannot get enough!
✶ Wolffe and Fox ✶ (No Clonecest)
➤ Fox/Female Reader, Wolffe/Female Reader (No Clonecest)
I trust him, and he trusts me
By @enigmaticexplorer
Rating: Explicit
Reader is in a relationship with Fox when Wolffe interrupts an intimate moment and it sets in motion a new dynamic. This sexy oneshot explores the way trust translates into intimacy and I related to it on a molecular level. Hot and sweet, just how I like it.
✶ Fox ✶
➤ Fox/Female Reader
Shadow Play
By @wizardofrozz
Rating: Explicit
Reader is a senator and is in a secret relationship with Fox, and they have a pretty public fuck. This is just such a hot oneshot.
➤ Fox/Original Female Character
After a Fashion
By @aggy72
Rating: Explicit
Sylvi is the designer who makes all of Senator Amidala’s wonderful gowns, and she keeps running into the very stern Commander Fox. This story, as with most of Aggy’s fics, has a chokehold on me. The fic is beautiful story of love filled with banter and phenomenal characterizations.
✶ Gregor ✶
➤ Gregor/Original Female Character
The Deal
By @aggy72
Rating: Explicit
Ashla is the chosen medical carer for Skirata’s commandos and is lovingly set up with Gregor by her new chosen family. this story is filled with love, angst, and family that warm my soul! Aggy really has a way to my heart with her stories.
✶ Kix ✶
➤ Kix/Original Female Character
Martyrs and Kings
By @dystopicjumpsuit
Rating: Explicit
Dr. Maree Finnall helps Kix find answers to what happened to his long-lost brothers after he wakes fifty years into the future. While it is a love story, Kix is rightfully filled with angst. Seeing him work through his grief of losing his brothers while being the last clone standing is heart wrenching.
✶ Fives ✶
➤ Fives/Female Reader
Heartbeat
by @ariadnes-red-thread
Rating: Explicit
Reader and Fives are trapped with death coming for them and they take to opportunity to die without regrets. The passion and tension of this oneshot is delicious!
✶ Tech ✶
➤ Tech/Female Reader
Scientific Purposes
By @doublesunsets
Rating: Explicit
Reader discovers Tech accidentally recorded a private moment of hers and when confronted she challenges his claim that it was for scientific purposes. Author plays into Tech’s curious nature and uses reader’s body for discoveries. It is hot and has great back and forth between Tech and Reader.
➤ Tech/Female Reader
the beast against the wall
By buryustogether
Rating: Explicit
Tech is exposed to a toxin when he protects Reader that makes him lose his inhibitions. Phenomenal sex pollen story that leads to a feral Tech, and I am OBSESSED.
➤ Tech/Female Reader
The Quarry
By Littlelady1121
Rating: Mature
Reader is a target to bring in to Cid, but there is more to her than it seems. Minor slowburn with a wonderful found family story with great characterizations.
➤ Tech/Female Reader
Nighttime Variations
By @bring-backup-99
Rating: Explicit
Reader meets Tech when he stays at her inn, and they hit it off. This is a great balance of sexy and sweet! She does a great characterization of Tech and if you like her work and want to get kinkier I’d recommend her Bad Choices series as well.
➤ Tech/Female Reader
Quick And Dirty
By @eyecandyeoz
Rating: Explicit
Reader helps Tech do repairs, and clean up afterward. Sexy one shot with some fun back and forth between our favorite info dumper! Candy has a bunch of hot one shots and gorgeous artwork as well!
✶ Howzer ✶
➤ Howzer/Female Reader
Doctor’s Orders
By @grampsoninspace
Rating: Explicit
Captain Howzer is a cocky flirt to the Reader Medic, and it goes his way. This was fun to see a lee burdened more flirtatious Howzer and had some great tension building with some hot smut!
✶ Cassian Andor ✶
➤ Cassian Andor/Original Female Character
Starlight
By @joeybelle
Rating: Explicit
While on a mission Cassian gets strong-armed into helping a medic escape the Empire, and it doesn't go to her plans at all. Slow burn and tension galore, along with angst. The sequel is unfinished but I hope upon hope one day she will continue it!
✶ Din Djarin ✶
➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader
Rough Day
By @no-droids
Rating: Explicit
Reader signed up to be Grogu’s babysitter and got involved in a fuckfest with the kid’s father. The tiktok famous porn with plot, Mando fic everyone talks about. It truly is a well-written story amongst the smut!
➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader
Be-all and Endor
By: @djarins-cyare
Rating: Explicit
Reader is a technician on Endor when the Mandalorian crosses her path and she decides to help him Insanely well-written saga that explores culture and the universe of Star Wars.
✶ Poe Dameron ✶
➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader
Nine
By @foxilayde
Rating: Explicit
Sexy oneshot of a boiling point moment between friends Poe and Reader and then it's just smut central. Love the banter and the idiots-in-love so much.
➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader
The Bet
By @no-droids
Rating: Explicit
Poe and Reader make a bet on who can stay abstinent the longest, when they try to get the other to fold the tension begins to snap. One of the hottest smut fics I’ve ever read. I use this as a way to convince my IRL friends to start reading fanfiction.
➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader
Directions
By @zinzinina
Rating: Explicit
Reader admits shes never climaxed with a partner before and Poe is determined to change that. This is a beautifully written friends to lovers smut oneshot that I just love to bits.
Moon Knight
✶ Steven Grant and Marc Spector ✶
➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader
Red Flags
By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss
Rating: Explicit
Fantastically written story about dating Steven while not knowing about Marc (and Jake) and all the red flags with dating someone hiding a part of themselves. Full stop my favorite Moon Knight fic to date, and I even make my non-fanfiction reader friends read it.
➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader
fallen from heaven, grown on earth
By davosmymaster
Rating: Mature
Marc asks his long-time friend to watch over Steven as he lets him be the primary front. Reader falls in love with Steven after pining over Marc their entire relationship and it causes some ANGST. Lots of yearning and a happy ending.
➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader
Stuck
By @zinzinina
Rating: Explicit
Reader stops by Steven’s place to bring him his lost badge when Marc answers the door and seduces her. Just a sexy little two-shot that I like to reread a lot.
✶ Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley ✶
➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader, Jake Lockley/Female Reader
Gift of Min
By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss
Rating: Explicit
An ancient aphrodisiac spirit is released and reader has to help Steven through it. Another fantastic piece of work form these two, and it is in one of my top five tropes! Absolutely so hot and passionate.
Triple Frontier
✶ Francisco "Catfish" Morales ✶
➤ Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Female Reader
Something New
By @prolix-yuy
Rating: Explicit
Reader hires a sex worker after a period of loneliness brought on by divorce. This whole series is absolutely soft and wholesome while being so sexy.
Kingsman
✶ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels ✶
➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader
Whiskey & Westworld
By @prolix-yuy
Rating: Explicit
A universe where the Kingsman characters are robots in the Westworld Theme Park when Reader comes to visit. This story is so well written and the tension build-up is delicious.
➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader
Harder to Hold
By @brandyllyn
Rating: Explicit
Reader becomes the seduction target of Jack Daniels and she doesn’t understand why. The sexiness and espionage in this fic is so fun!
Ghostbusters
✶ Egon Spengler ✶
➤ Egon Spengler/Female Reader
Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments)
By @psychokinetic-ectoplasm
Rating: Explicit
Reader helps out Egon with the mood slime experiments. Just gloriously filthy smut that develops into feelings.
Dragon Age
✶ The Iron Bull ✶
➤ Iron Bull/Original Female Character
Gina and the Iron Bull
By Lexi Banner (jinbaittai)
Rating: Explicit
After an accident in another universe, a woman ends up in Thedas during the time of the Inquisition. I am a SUCKER for someone falling into another universe, and this is a long hot romance.
✶ Cullen Rutherford ✶
➤ Cullen Rutherford/Female Commander Shepard
The Two Commanders
By Katieee
Rating: Explicit
When Commander Shepard destroys the reapers, she wakes up to find herself in Thedas where her biotics are mistaken for magic. Again, I love fish-out-of-water stories where someone from a different universe ends up in another, and I also love to see Shepard be a badass. Takes place over a series of years and is just a fun read.
