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dystopicjumpsuit · 5 months

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hey hey hey, for the first kiss prompts-

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself with... Jesse!

happy writing <3

Thank you for the request @multi-fan-dom-madness! I got a flash of inspiration during the thotting hours, so I bring a Thanksgiving present for you. (That's totally how Thanksgiving works, right?)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers! May your turkey be as juicy as Jesse’s thighs.

Pairing: Jesse x Reader (GN)

Rating: T but MDNI as always

Wordcount: 720

Warnings and tags: Fluff, banter, kisses

Summary: Jesse performs "emergency field medicine."

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There’s an ARC trooper in your office. He has his back to you as he inspects your shelves full of plants, holoframes, curios, and even a few actual paper books. You don’t recognize the kama, so he’s not one of yours—though you have no doubt that the Jedi generals would lecture you for getting attached to the troopers that way.

Good thing I’m not a Jedi.

Whoever he is, he’s a big kriffing dude. ARC troopers always look extra imposing thanks to the pauldrons, but damn, this one must have needed custom armor to accommodate those muscles. His helmet is off, and all you can see is the back of his shaved head.

“Hello,” you say. “Can I help you with something?”

Translation: Who are you, and what the kark are you doing in my office?

He turns, and you catch a glimpse of a large Republic cog tattoo.

“Jesse?!” you exclaim, rushing across the office to fling your arms around him.

He doesn’t even stagger a little bit as you collide with him, just wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. Impulsively, you press your lips to his cheek.

“When did you get back?” you demand.

He beams at you with a smile that’s too brilliant to be contained. “About ten minutes ago. Came straight here.”

“And I was stuck in a meeting,” you say with disgust, drawing a laugh from him.

“I haven’t been waitin’ long,” he replies.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you forever!” you exclaim. “How long is ARC training, anyway?”

An odd expression flickers over his face, and he hesitates before he replies, “I’m not actually allowed to say. Sorry.”

“That’s all right; I’m just happy to have you back,” you grin as you lean back to admire his new armor. “Look at you, Mr. ARC Trooper! You look great.”

“That’s ‘Lieutenant ARC Trooper,’” he says with a tiny smirk.

“You got promoted? Jesse, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d ever make it past sergeant, either,” he jokes.

“That’s not what I meant,” you laugh, slapping his chest and immediately regretting it when your knuckles collide with the hard plastoid armor. "Ouch!"

“How was that?” he asks.

“2/10, do not recommend,” you reply, shaking your hand to ease the stinging.

“Let me see.” He takes your hand gently in his and holds it close to his face to inspect it. “I think it might be fatal.”

“Better get Kix in here before I keel over,” you say, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers and the rough texture of his gloves on your skin.

“No time,” Jesse replies gravely. “I’ll have to perform emergency medical treatment.”

He kisses your knuckles softly, and your heart begins to hammer in your chest.

“Did they teach you that in ARC training, or did you pick it up from Kix?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

“It’s a top secret ARC procedure,” he replies. “Very advanced medicine. I doubt Kix has heard of it.”

“I’m so lucky you were here to kiss it better,” you say. “I’d hate to die of a scraped knuckle.”

“Funny story,” he says. “This procedure requires multiple rounds of treatment.”

Your breath stutters to a halt. “It does?”

“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles individually. He grazes his thumb across them, and suddenly you forget all about the pain.

“I think it’s working,” you say.

He raises his other hand to your face, stroking his thumb over your lips as his fingers caress your jaw.

“Better try one more thing, just to be safe,” he says as he leans close to you, his lips a breath away from your own.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Just to be safe.”

His lips brush against yours softly, and it feels like the galaxy stops spinning around you, because you’re finally kissing Jesse, and it’s even better than you imagined, and his lips are kriffing perfect, and he tastes suspiciously like the candy that you keep in a bowl on your desk, and you never want it to end. Eventually, though, you have to come up for air, and he cups your cheek as you rest your forehead against his.

“You know,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, “I’ve been waiting for you forever, too.”

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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Jesse's Girl

Summary: You're his. He'll go to great lengths to prove it.

Pairing: Jesse x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public sex, voyeurism, possessive Jesse, fingering, unprotected sex, cockwarming kind of, Jesse is a bit of a dom but not really, author is very sick so this is probably garbage

A/N: Unprompted Jesse filth thanks to my fever. It probably doesn't make any sense but it came to me in a fever dream (lol I'm not funny) and I had to write it. Please forgive me if this is utter nonsense

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As soon as he pulls you into his lap you know you’re in dangerous territory.

Jesse wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge, and the shinies eyeing you from the bar were the next competitors.

It started when you went to the bar to get the next round of shots. You had situated yourself right in the middle of a group of shinies without even thinking about it. You’d been immediately hit with the cheesy pickup lines and the eyes trailing your form in your tight fitting blue dress. You had politely brushed them off, only staying at the bar long enough to grab the tray of shots before returning to the table with your boys.

You could feel their eyes the entire way back.

The whistles hadn’t gone unnoticed when you’d bent down to place the tray on the table.

As soon as you slid back into the booth, Jesse had pulled you into his lap instead of letting you settle into your spot next to him. You could practically feel the smirk against your ear as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your eyes had gone back to the bar, to the group of shinies still eyeing you bravely.

Jesse’s chuckle rumbles through your back, his hands splaying across your bare thighs. “What do you say, babe?” He whispers in your ear, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across your entire body. “Why don’t we give them a show that’ll leave them jealous that they can only sit and watch.”

You bite your lip, grins spreading around the table as Jesse rests his chin on your shoulder once more. You bite your lip as Jesse’s hands trail further up your thighs, spreading them over his own legs. Cool air hits the damp folds between your legs, your panties having somehow been forgotten in your rush to get to the bar.

Jesse’s calloused fingers trail up your inner thighs, your hands curling around the half empty glass in front of you. You shift just slightly in his lap, feeling the hard bulge under your ass.

One hand grips your thigh, keeping it draped over his as the other slips between your legs, trailing through your wet folds. Your lips part in a gasp as the rough pads of his fingers ghost over your clit. He leans further over your shoulder, pressing your lips together as he slips a finger into your pussy. He muffles the quiet whine that leaves your lips as he slips a second finger in, curling them to find that spot inside you.

You jerk in his arms as he finds it, gasping into his mouth as he kisses you. He doesn’t try to hide his actions, nothing subtle about the way his arm moves. If anyone even glanced your way they would know what was happening.

It’s a risk you’re willing to take.

Jesse pulls his fingers from your pussy before you can cum, shifting you just enough so he can undo his pants. You lean forward on the table, making eye contact with the shinies at the bar, still gaping at you as the tip of Jesse’s cock prods your entrance. You sink back against him, taking him inside you. Your eyes roll back for effect, lips parting in a breathy moan as he fills you. His hands grip your hips, tugging you back against his chest.

He presses his lips to yours once more, licking into your mouth as you sit on his cock. He twitches inside you as you squeeze around him, excited by the idea of being fucked in such a public place where anyone could see you.

“Naughty little thing.” Jesse murmurs against your lips. “But kriff, it’s so hot.”

You smirk, pressing another kiss to his lips before you lean forward once more, resting your elbows on the table. It pushes your cleavage out more, and you can see a couple of the shinies shift just slightly at the bar. You keep your gaze on them as you slowly begin to rock in Jesse’s lap. There’s no way they can’t tell what’s happening, not with the smirk you know Jesse is giving them.

Your lips part in a silent moan as Jesse’s fingers slip around to your clit, making your hips jerk just slightly. He pulls his hand back before you can cum, tugging you back against his chest.

He wraps his arms around your middle, breath fanning against your neck. “I’ll keep you here all night if I have to.” He murmurs in your ear. “Until they finally realize you’re mine.”

You smirk, tightening around him, making him groan. “Think you can last that long?”

He gives you a dark look, his smirk widening as his fingers trail down to your clit once more. “I’m not the one you should worry about.”

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cloneficgiftexchange · 1 year

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All of the fics from the Clone xReader Gift Exchange are up! If you missed some of the amazing fics written for this event, here is a list of them!! They are organized by character and are in alphabetical order by title.

If you liked a story, consider reblogging it! Reblogs are a great way to show appreciation for an author’s work. reblogs to signal boost this list are greatly appreciated as well.

NSFW fics are strictly 18+ and are marked as such.

Across the Stars by @wanderer-six (NSFW)

Somewhere to Start by @cioneo

The Way You Look Tonight by @miseries-mistress

Untitled by @mayonnaisepudding

Always by @writing-positivelyexisting

i told you not to follow me by @burningfieldof-clover

Sunshine by @moonlight-sonata99

Untitled by @techs-ass

don’t you know by @221bshrlocked (NSFW)

enough for you by @miaowshacat

Heart Made of Flesh by @dragonrider9905

Just in Time by @pizza-writes

Meeting the Family by @haven-is-happy

Not Just For Show by @ghostofskywalker

By Your Side Tonight by @toomanybandstocare

Challenge Accepted by @of-stardust-and-dreams

Open Your Eyes by @tecker

Crescendo by @wizardofrozz

Insidious Visions by @agenteliix

Let the Sun In by @exxasperatedauthor

The Escape by @chicknstripz

A Match Made in a Classroom by @melliejellybellybean

Begonias by @diviluscorner

Bleed For Love by anonymous (hosted on @staycalmandhugaclone)

Don't Be Afraid by @echos-girlfriend

Growing Into Love by @ladysongmaster

Jealous by @knightprincess

Personal Tastes by @l-lend

The Force Works in Mysterious Ways by @staycalmandhugaclone (NSFW)

Yours & Mine by @embeanwrites

Falling For You by @masterjedilenawrites

Born For This by @arctrooper69

Lucky by @snippy-tano

i remember... by @221bshrlocked (NSFW)

Into the Forest I Go by @fives-lover

it's always been you by @obixwan

It's Gonna be Fine? by @loving-the-cambridges

Just This Once, Everybody Lives by @l-lend

Precious Soul by @wizardmando

Slowly But Surely by @ghostofskywalker

This New Reality by @angelltheninth

Circumstance by @captainpains

Jogan Rolls For Two by @theunderscorekinginyellow (NSFW)

Logical by @photogirl894

Pretty Boy by @manofworm

Don't Let Me Go by @rainydaydream-gal18

Fine Line by @homie-one-kenobi

Pack Mentality by @corona-one

I Like You a Lot by @imarvelatthestars

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deejadabbles · 9 months

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Five-Oh-Thirst (501st x Fem!Reader) Part One

Summary: One little comment sends the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory as the boys show you their best lap dances.

A.N. IDK, man, I just really want the 501st boys to be exotic dancers and I figured I'd share that! Please don't take this seriously, it's just for fun and debauchery <3 Also, I highly recommend listening to the songs I link as you read! Enhances the ~experience~

Word Count: 3,174

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), drinking, the boys being way too hot and thirsty for you, lap dances, and general debauchery

It all started with a little holo ad flickering in the corner of the drink menu.

You were with your boys, enjoying some shore leave celebrations at 79s, as was the tradition when returning to Coruscant, but one little comment sent the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory.

"Ooo, what's the chances that we'll still be on shore leave next week?" you had asked the table, and when Jesse asked why you waved the ad at him with a grin, "Because they're having a Thunder Star act here next week."

"A what?" Echo squinted at the picture, then let his eyes go wide at the shot of a topless, ab-bearing twi'lek.

"Thunder Star, they're a popular company of exotic male dancers. Looks like 79s’ trying something new."

" 'Exotic male dancers'?" Hardcase smirked, "You mean strippers."

You shrugged, "I prefer to give the profession a little more dignity than that, but, yes."

Fives' glass thudded against the table as he set it down, then snatched the menu out of your hand, "Whoever owns this place is throwing away their money," he leaned back with a smug grin, "I mean, who'd need to hire male dancers when aaaallll this is right here already?" he crooned, running his hands up and down his chest.

That earned a round of laughter.

"What?" he demanded, "It's true! We'd make better entertainment than these clowns."

Jesse was still laughing as he said, "Maybe we should ask the bartender to hire us instead."

"We'd need a group name for that," Kix chimed in, smiling into his drink, "and I don't think the General would approve of a stripper group calling themselves the Five-Oh-First."

"Oh! Oh!" you waved your hand excitedly, "You could call yourselves the Five-Oh-Thirst!"

An even louder roar of laughter at that, Jesse and Hardcase even thudding their fists on the table.

"Perfect!" Hardcase elbowed a chuckling Echo in the side, "Echo, quick, write that down!"

"Although..." you hummed, tapping your chin. It was always so easy to tease the boys, and you took every chance you could. "You guys need a lot more than a clever name to compete with Thunder Star."

"Oh yeah?" Fives leaned in over the table to give you his attention, "Like what?"

You pointed the fruit garnish of your drink at him for emphasis, "Talent." After popping the fruit into your mouth, realizing the rest of them were grinning and leaning in as well, you went on. "Dancing like that takes skill, boys. You can't just shake your ass a little and call it a day."

"That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart," Fives all but purred.

The fruit caught in your throat, "Wh-what?" you coughed.

His smile was wide as he scooted out of the booth, "I'll give you a show you won't forget," he answered with a wink.

The others began whistling and catcalling as he sauntered over to your end of the crescent-shaped booth. Your face was instantly hot at the way he was locking eyes with you, especially when he motioned for you to turn to the end of the seat.

"Come on, mesh'la" he urged, "I need a lap if I'm gonna give you a lap dance."

Beside you, Hardcase was egging Fives on and you heard Jesse say something about music as he grabbed Echo's datapad that had been sitting on the table. Finally, you were over the shock of what was happening and, maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your body, but some flirtatious confidence rose up in your chest.

You turned to Fives fully, and patted your lap, "Alright, do your worst."

With that, the datapad speakers started blaring music which made Fives clap his hands, "Perfect! Oh, sweetheart, you're in for a treat."

He started the dance by trailing his hands down his chest again, slow this time, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Then he was on you. He framed your knees with his, hovering over your thighs as he started rolling his hips side to side.

Those hands moved over said hips, until they rested on his thighs, drawing your attention just where he wanted. That's when he bent his knees, placing his ass on your lap just as he started moving his hips back and forth.

His smug grin was wide as he mouthed the lyrics of the song, now tucking those hands behind his head and bouncing his chest to the beat of the music. The motion made you jolt despite yourself, and you had to resist the urge to grind up into his tempting ass.

Fives obviously noticed the way you gulped at the sight of him, because his tongue darted out to lick his lips. It was all you could do to suppress a gasp, especially when he shifted his stance, moving back to slot his leg between yours.

With his eyes on yours, he leaned in close, breath hot on your ear as he said, “Damn, mesh’la,” then, again in time with the lyrics, “the things I would do to you.”

You did gasp that time, and he nipped your ear as his reward, before spreading your legs with his. The others were whistling and cheering as he put his hand on your thighs and sank to his knees. Again he made a show of licking his lips as he raked his eyes over you, admiring, and not hiding any of his dirty thoughts. And of course, as he got back to his feet, he flashed you another wink.

Then, with grace you weren’t expecting from an ARC trooper, he hopped onto the booth seat, planting his feet on either side of you so you had the perfect view of his codpiece as he gyrated his hips to the beat.

The others went crazy at that, shouting and banging their glasses all while Fives thrust dangerously close to your flushed face. His fingers came down to stroke your hair and, for just a moment, you thought he would pull you against him, but he only teased the vulgar act as he ground his crotch closer and closer to you.

Fives didn’t stay there long, though, instead, he hopped back down to the ground, grabbed your hand, and hoisted you up.

A delighted squeal left you as he lifted you into those strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He spun you around, this time actually singing the song all while bouncing you up and down with the rolling motions of his hips.

At the table, the boys sang along too, treating ‘Ride it, my pony!’ like a battle cry as Fives enjoyed the feeling of you against him. You were breathless from your hysterical giggles while he danced, and trying to ignore how much heat was traveling south with every thrust against your body.

Fives swayed you back towards the booth and, with your legs still clamped around his hips, he laid you on the table, somehow avoiding everyone’s drinks as the song finished its last repetitive set of lyrics.

Everyone was clapping and cheering as you covered your hot face with your hands, lungs pleading for air since you were still breathless from laughter. Fives was laughing too, just basking in the playful air as he put his hands on either side of your head to brace himself.

“So, convinced, mesh’la?” he chuckled.

When all you did was continue to hide behind your hands, someone reached out and tugged lightly on your wrist, “Oh come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy now!”

Somehow, you managed to take a few gasping breaths into your chest and peek out at him between your fingers, “Okay, maybe you could make it as a professional.”

Fives and several others roared with laughter, “Maybe? After all that, I just get a maybe? You’re breaking my heart, cyare!”

“Well obviously,” said another voice, Kix, as he stepped up and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder to pull him away. Something was gleaming in his eyes as he looked between you two. “You didn’t listen, Fives, she already said you have to do more than shake your ass and grind.”

Intrigued, Fives stepped back, letting your legs fall from him as Kix stepped in front of you instead. He winked, eyes never leaving yours when he reached out and took your hand.

“You have to seduce the woman you’re giving attention to, brother,” he purred.

A chorus of “Oooooos” rose from the booth as Kix pulled you gently up from the table, still eyeing you as he took a few steps back. He must have set his plan into motion before he challenged Fives, because there was now a lone chair pulled up.

That’s when Kix pulled you closer, lips actually daring to hover near yours as he whispered, “Take a seat, gorgeous.”

Well, any air you had managed to pull in before was swiftly gone again. You were glad he was asking you to sit since you suddenly felt very weak in the knees. Kix stood before you, eyes half-lidded as he looked down, gaze sweeping over your lips before he gave a quick nod to Jesse.

Again, Kix must have had a whole plan, because Jesse pressed play on a new song, and you knew you were in for something very different.

Kix didn’t jump in head first, instead, he started slow. His eyes ran up and down your body as he moved a thumb over his lips, teasing, thinking. Then, when your own gaze started to wander down his body, he took that same hand and tapped your chin.

“Eyes on mine, mesh’la.”

And when you obeyed, finally, he touched you. Starting by brushing his knuckles across your cheek as the sensual song played on. Then a finger trailed down your neck, giving just the briefest of attention to your chest before venturing down your arm.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, reverently, as he took your hand again. This time, he placed it just above his belt, laying your palm flat against his toned, hard stomach. “It’s okay, you can touch me all you want, cyare.”

With that and his gentle hold on your wrist, he moved your hand up, letting you feel every bit of his muscular chest under his blacks. All while keeping his bedroom eyes on yours. He didn’t stop at his chest, though, and kept guiding your touch to run across his throat, until he finally cupped your hand over his cheek.

Only then did he break eye contact, just so his eyelids could flutter closed as he leaned into your touch. Your chest was so warm at such a simple act, the look on Kix’s face one of pure adoration, as if your hand on his skin was all he needed.

Then his lips kissed your palm and he finally released your hand as the song’s beat picked up. That’s when he got on his knees before you. Kix places his hands on your thighs, letting out an admiring hum as he gave them a gentle, almost possessive squeeze. He was determined to spread them open too, but, like everything else, he took his time instead of coming in hot.

His hands crept upwards and as they did, very, very subtly, he pushed your legs apart. When his fingers were just on the precipice of your core, his eyes snapped back to yours.

That’s when he pounced. Kix hooked his arms under your knees as he stood, leaving you to slide down the chair into a very vulnerable and exposed position, your ass pressing into his pelvis. He smiled down at you while shrugging your legs onto his shoulders for more comfort, all knowing and smug just like his brother.

Kix stayed with the music, though, and when he took advantage of the suggestive position, it wasn’t Fives’ fast, enthusiastic trusting. The medic rolled his whole body into the motion, slow, deliberate, and letting his action sink into you as his hips met yours. His thrusts were deep and he only pulled back for another one when the beat allowed for it.

Somewhere, probably in another life where Kix wasn’t gazing at you like a goddess, someone said, “Why does this feel even dirtier than Fives’ dance-?”

“Shhh!”

The man holding you didn’t seem to notice or care about the commentary, he only had eyes for you, even as he gave one finally suggestive push of his hips, before letting your legs touch the ground again. Then he slid his arms around you and lifted you back into a proper seated position on the chair.

Of course, he just used this position to his advantage too and caged you by gripping the back of the chair with his hands. That’s when he settled on your lap, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him again and get lost in the feeling of his body on yours. He moved in steady, circling motions, always making sure you felt the brief touch of something hard at the height of every rotation.

Then the song hit its ending pitch and Kix used his grip on the chair to pull himself forward, pressing his chest flush against yours. He lingered there, breath fanning your skin and his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours. Said lips whispered the song’s iconic line just before he closed that small distance and-

And kissed your cheek instead of your mouth.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t have stopped the whine that left you. It earned you a chuckle from him and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “So, what do you say, cyare? Are you seduced?”

All you could manage was a small nod and, though it was very unlikely that heard what Kix asked, Fives let out an annoyed, “Seriously?”

To please them both you let out a shaky praise, “Both of you could definitely give the professionals a run for their money.”

Everyone seemed pleased at that. Kix finally leaned back, getting up from your lap and offering to help you up like a gentleman.

Or at least, he would have, if Jesse hadn’t jumped up then.

“Oh no, baby, you stay right there. Fives and Kix can’t have all the fun. I think it’s only fair that all of us get to show off our potential.”

Hardcase, Tup, and Echo all cheered at that, and when Jesse started climbing out of the booth, they drummed their hands on the table like the music for a grand entrance. Kix gave you one final wink before making room for Jesse, who only wasted time in doubling back to the table for a moment.

“Hold on, need props for this one!” and he plucked the cherry garnish from Echo’s drink. Echo gave an indignant look as Jesse turned to you again and jabbed a finger at Hardcase, “Hit it!”

Again a beat poured out of the speakers and Jesse wasted no time. His hips instantly started jolting to the music as he put the skewer of fruit between his teeth. When Jesse moved his body it was hard and fast, constantly in motion just as the song demanded. He definitely had some moves and used the bouncing thrusts to push himself closer to where you were seated.

Like most of his brothers, he had forgone the top half of his armor that night, leaving his chest covered in nothing but his blacks. Keeping just an arm’s length away from you, Jesse started rubbing his hands down his sides, until he got to the hem of his shirt. Then, he pulled the fabric out from his belt and lifted it, revealing his well-toned muscles to your wide eyes.

Your greedy eyes pleased him and pulled the garnish from his teeth, “Like what you see, baby?”

He didn’t stop there, of course. Making sure it caught your eye, he trailed the cherry down his chest until it met bare skin. Juice from the fruit collected in the dips of Jesse’s abs as he rubbed it across his stomach. It was your turn to lick your lips, which pleased him even more.

“Come here, mesh’la, I’ll let you have a taste-”

“What the hells is going on up here?!”

The unfamiliar voice had all of you snapping out of whatever debaucherous bubble you had built around yourselves. Somehow, in the midst of all this, no one really seemed to care that you were all still in a corner booth on 79’s second floor.

Well, the manager cared, and he was standing there looking over the scene (you, disheveled in a chair, and Jesse rubbing fruit over his abs) with absolute disgust on his face.

“What? We’re having fun, what’s it to you?” Jesse snapped, clearly annoyed that his shot with you was being interrupted.

“Fun!?” the manager mocked in horror, “Son, this is a bar, not a strip club! Not to mention the racket all of you were making,” he cast a glare at the booth, “out! All of you, get out!”

Hardcase jumped from his seat, “Hold on a damn minute!”

“OUT!” the manager seethed, “And just be thankful I’m just throwing you out tonight and not banning all of Torrent Company!”

Knowing that they would listen if you stepped in, you got up from your seat and took Jesse’s hand, “Come on, boys, we don’t want to be any trouble, right?”

Jesse and Hardcase were still narrowing their eyes at the other man, but, catching your look, they softened. When Tup, Fives, and Echo started gathering their things from the table at your pleading eyes, they finally mumbled their agreements.

Thankfully, the manager didn’t feel the need to continue his berating comments as everyone filed out the door. But, of course, because these were your boys we’re talking about, the moment they were outside, the loud cursing and complaining started.

“This is bantha shit!”

“Buzzkill!”

“No fun!”

“Had the perfect song for my dance!”

You laughed at their array of comments, especially when Hardcase flung his arms around you and clung to you as everyone started walking. “Come on, boys, it’s not that bad! Listen, I say we get some booze from the corner store up the way, and we can make as much of a racket as we want back at my place.”

The words didn’t strike you as anything suggestive. The boys had drunk at your apartment plenty of times before, but, given the context, it was no surprise that some of them exchanged looks.

“I’m in,” Echo said, the corner of his lips lifting as he caught Fives’ eye.

Tup, who was walking backwards in front of you, flashed that toothy smile of his, “Sounds like a perfect night to me.” That’s when he reached up and pulled his hair loose from his top knot. “And back at your place, gives the rest of us a chance to really show you our moves.” He winked at his curls came cascading down.

Hardcase tightened his grip on you, “Oh, kriff yeah!”

Well, looks like the night was just getting started.

I want to give my sincere apologies to all the Jesse Girls, plz don't strangle me for cock blocking you lol

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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I love your follower celebration idea. It's so sweet. I would love to put in a request.

Narcissus and yellow orchid, I'll let you choose any clone, bevause they all deserve love. And it can be that after months of unrequited love, f!reader is trying to move on, and he finds out about it.

I don't know. Something like that.

Please Watch Me

Summary: You've had a crush on Jesse for ages, but he doesn't really know you exist, so you're planning on moving on. Only, when he finds out, he takes issue with it.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader

Word Count: 2592

Prompts: Narcissus - unrequited love, Yellow Orchid - New Beginnings

Warning: Jesse is kind of an idiot in this, but it's not malicious

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So this was going to be a Fox fic, because I love him so much, but then I made myself sad about Jesse, and this was born instead. I hope this is close to what you want! ❤️

You learned, a long time ago, that life isn’t fair.

And you’ve, mostly, accepted it.

It’s why you agreed to join the GAR at your parents' loud encouragement. It was never your dream. But you’ve come to accept that most people don’t get to live their dreams.

It’s…fine.

You like your job well enough.

Or, well…you like the view, if nothing else.

Your gaze drifts from your datapad, which is running a diagnostic on a malfunctioning alarm, over to the group of men on the other side of the room. Your eyes linger on one man specifically.

ARC Trooper Jesse of the 501st.

Kind and handsome and charming…and so far out of your reach that he might as well be on Kamino still.

You glance down at your datapad, and sigh softly. As per usual, the diagnostic is moving at the pace of a teenager who has school that day. Nothing for it but to wait until it’s done, you suppose.

You slump against the wall, and allow your gaze to drift back over to the clones on the other side of the room.

It looks like they’re doing hand to hand combat this morning. Which has two perks for one. One, watching them spar is always interesting, though you never have the time to actually watch them. And two, they tend to spar shirtless and you’re something of a simple woman and enjoy the sight of very attractive shirtless men.

All of them. Not just Jesse.

You glance at your datapad again.

30%. You’re going to be here awhile. You should have brought a book.

You slide to the ground and balance your datapad on your knees, splitting your attention between the slowly rinsing number, and Jesse on the other side of the room.

You’ve been completely enamored with him for months now. Ever since the first time he came into your “office”, which is really just a small corner of the hanger sectioned off with crates to give you the illusion of privacy, and asked you for help updating his onboard computer since he was having a hard time with it.

You ended up having to replace the whole system, but he sat with you until you were done, cracking jokes and sharing easy conversation, until you managed to replace the whole system and run the update that he needed.

The crush started out small, just a little thing that you thought could be ignored.

But it wouldn’t. The more you watched him interact with the world around him, the stronger the feelings grew. Until you were laying in your cot late one night, staring at the ceiling, realizing that you loved him.

And Jesse.

Well, he didn’t know you existed.

Or, if he did, it was in the vague way that all of the men in the 501st knew you existed. As Tech Support.

It. Sucks.

And sure, life isn’t fair, and you’ve come to accept the fact that you’re probably going to get stuck watching the love of your life fall in love with another person, and you’ve promised yourself that you’re going to be happy for him.

Still, it would be nice if life was a little more fair.

Just a little bit?

You glance at your datapad again. 35%.

At least it’s not running backwards, that happened in the med-bay the other day and you just about ripped your hair out…and then verbally tore the entire Medical team a new one for downloading a virus on a military computer.

Rex promised that it would never happen again, when he came to save the medical team from your ire, but you have doubts.

After all, it always happens again.

You fold your legs and absently open a game of solitaire over the diagnostic screen.

Now that you’re thinking about it, maybe it’s time for you to make a change. Not with your career, you signed a contract and you’re stuck for at least 6 years, but with your personal life.

You can’t keep pining over Jesse, it’s not healthy. And you’re young and reasonably attractive, surely you can snag a date with someone?

Right?

The only problem, of course, being that whenever you consider someone to date, the only face that pops in your mind is Jesse. Which is wholly unhelpful. And you refuse, refuse, to try and get over Jesse by using one of his brothers.

That’s not fair to anyone.

You suppose you can always go to a club when you return to Coruscant. You are paid decently well, so you can afford a proper clubbing outfit, and a hookup might, maybe, help you get over Jesse?

Or, it’ll make everything so much worse.

You consider the idea for a moment as you absently move cards across the screen. It’s not a terrible idea, all things considered. You still have some friends from college who keep in touch, and they have been nagging you to go out with them.

And you have been neglecting your social life, what with the war and being assigned to the Resolute.

And your friends will be thrilled to go dancing with you.

Yes, this is an excellent idea. Maybe.

Eh. Maybe not. But it can’t hurt.

Anything is better than pining over someone who isn’t interested, after all.

“How’s the security system looking?” General Skywalker asks as he looms over you, a look of amusement on his face as he sees the card game.

You switch tabs, “Can’t tell you. The diagnostic is still only at 43%.”

“Slow system,”

“GAR standard,” You reply dryly, “It’ll get sorted, it’s just going to take time.”

Anakin sighs, “Of course. Well, we’re heading back to Coruscant anyway, Snips has some lessons she needs to actually sit for.”

“Do not miss those days.” You quip.

“Amen to that,” He glances at you, “Are you alright? You looked sad.”

“Ah, just…thinking.” You reply. You’re quiet for a moment, “I haven’t been on a date since my ex cheated on me in college, and I’m thinking of maybe putting myself back out there.”

There’s a noise from the other side of the room, and both you and General Skywalker look up to see Jesse laying on his back with Tup standing over him, both of them looking surprised.

“Well, good luck with that. I have to go…manage.” General Skywalker says with a sigh.

“Sounds like you have the harder job.” You murmur as he walks away. You look at your diagnostic one more time, and then sigh, and go back to your game.

At this rate, you’re going to be working until midnight.

Jesse is having something of a week.

Not a good one, either.

He rubs the back of his neck as he paces in Kix’s office. He is deeply, deeply agitated and he knows why. After all, he was fine until he heard her say those words.

“-I’m thinking of putting myself back out there.”

It had been startling enough that Tup managed to get one up on him and ended up beating him in the spar. And if he’s going to be honest, he’s still a little shell-shocked.

She can’t go out on a date. She just…she can’t.

“Jesse.”

It’s not allowed. Or it shouldn’t be allowed. She needs to stay near the barracks. Where she’ll be safe. Where he can keep her safe from the creeps on Coruscant.

“Jesse!”

Or, if she doesn’t stay near the barracks, she should at least go to places that are safe, like 79s where he can threaten his brothers if they bother her-

“JESSE!”

He jumps when Kix’s shout jerks him out of his increasingly spiraling thoughts. “What?”

“You’re going to pace a hole in my floor.” Kix says, irritably. “Sit. Down.”

Jesse obediently drops into a chair.

Kix glares at him a moment longer, and then he nods, “Good. Now. What is your problem?”

“You have a shit bedside manner, Kix.”

“It’s you. Get over it.” Kix rolls his eyes, “Why are you so anxious?”

Jesse eyes his brother, and then his shoulders slump, and he quietly says her name.

“What, did she yell at you for downloading a virus, because she’s not going to stay angry for long.” Kix says.

“No. She wants to start dating.”

“And? What’s the problem with-” He stops and looks up from his datapad to stare at his brother. “Oh. Oh. Vod, I’m sorry.”

Jesse grimaces, “I was dumb.” He admits.

“Well, at least you know. How were you dumb, though?”

“I got comfortable. She watched me when she thought no one was looking. And I thought…well, I thought she would wait for me.”

“Why the hell would she do that? Have you ever actually spoken to her before?”

“Yes!”

“About something not work related?”

“I…Not really, no.”

“Then why should she put her life on hold for you?” Kix asks reasonably.

“Stop being logical and tell me how to keep her from dating people who aren’t me!”

“Talk to her, you utter idiot.”

“What if she says no?”

“Well then, you’re SOL aren’t you?” Kix says, “Because if you think for a moment that I’m going to let you ruin her life because of jealousy-”

“What! No! I would never!”

“Good.” Kix turns back to his work, “Anyway, you should go talk to her.”

“Uh…”

He turns his glare onto his brother, “You’re not really going to make me do this, are you?”

“...do what?” Jesse asks warily.

“You are. You’re lucky you’re my favorite brother.”

“Wait-”

Kix gets to his feet and drags Jesse to his feet, before he propels him out of the room. He pushes Jesse down the hall, into the lift, down another hall, into the hanger, and then into the small room where she works.

“Wait, Kix-” Jesse hisses.

She turns her wide, confused gaze over the pair of men, “Is something wrong?” She asks cautiously.

“No.” Jesse says quickly.

“Yes.” Kix says at the same time. He pushes Jesse into the only chair in the room, and then claps his brother on the shoulder, “This is for your own good, vod.”

“What are you-?” Jesse doesn’t finish his sentence as Kix cuffs him to the chair, and then leaves the room.

She stares at Jesse wide eyed, her hand pressed over her mouth, “Um…hold on, I’m sure I have a set of lock picks in here-”

“You…why would you have lockpicks?” Jesse asks, so startled at her comment that he can’t even be upset at the situation.

She ducks her head, and Jesse just about melts when he sees the adorably shy look on her face. “I, well…I was bored, and I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to learn how to pick locks.”

“That’s…”

She ducks her head a little more, and Jesse wonders what person told her that she should be ashamed of herself, and he wonders if he can meet them and introduce them to his fist.

“It’s weird, I know-”

“It’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” Jesse says determinedly.

Her head snaps up and she stares at him in surprise, “You…adorable?” She asks with a cute scrunch of her nose.

“Yes. Adorable. In fact, everything about you is adorable. How do you do that?”

“I…I don’t-I mean, I’m not doing anything special-?” She says shyly, “Oh, lockpicks…” She turns and digs through a drawer.

“You don’t have to do anything special. You just are.” Jesse says as he watches her dig through her things. He hesitates a moment, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.” He adds, sounding deeply pained.

“Found it!” She holds up a ring of lockpicks, and then offers him a slight smile, “And…not any guy.”

“Name one.”

“General Skywalker?”

“He doesn’t count seeing as he’s married, try again.”

“Like, all of your brothers who look right through me like I’m invisible?” She offers as she kneels next to him and starts working on the cuff.

“They have bad taste, all of them. Have you seen some of their tattoos?” Jesse asks.

“Says the man with the Republic cog tattooed on his face?”

“I have amazing taste,” Jesse says with a grin, “Have you seen my other tattoos?”

“I…have, yes.”

His grin widens, “Like I said, they all have bad taste, try again.”

She sighs and straightens once he’s free, “Okay. You.”

Jesse rubs his wrist, but keeps his gaze locked on her face, “That’s not true at all.”

She blinks at him once, and then again, “I beg your pardon?”

“Alright, so…I have a confession.” Jesse starts as he leans back in the chair, not wanting to crowd her, “I knew about your crush on me.”

Her face flames, and she presses her hands over her face, “I-”

“Can I finish before you say anything, please?” Jesse asks, his voice gentle, and he waits until she nods before he continues. “I knew about your crush, and I knew about you watching me, and I loved it.”

She lowers her hands to watch him.

“I suppose I got…spoiled. I assumed that you would always be there, and that’s on me, not on you. So…so hearing that you want to start dating again-” He trails off and shakes his head with a wry quirk of his lips. “It was something of a punch to the gut.”

“I…sorry-”

“Hey, no. No, you don’t have to apologize. It was a well needed punch to the gut.” Jesse says, “I never spoke with you, and part of that is because we’re both so busy, but part of it is…well, I’m something of a jerk sometimes.”

She tilts her head, her arms folding in front of her stomach, “Jesse…what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying,” Jesse pauses, “Begging, pleading…don’t take your eyes off me. Please?”

“Jesse-”

“I want to…to take you dancing and to the movies and out to dinner and…and buy you flowers. And I know that you have every right to tell me to kriff off but I’m really hoping that you won’t.”

She hesitates, “This isn’t just some joke that you’re playing on me, is it?”

“No, never. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, but least of all you.” Jesse says.

There’s quiet for a moment, and then Jesse speaks again, looking both eager and hesitant at the same time, “So…so what do you think? Can you give this idiot one more chance?”

She sighs, gentle and quiet, “Jesse, I didn’t actually have any hope of finding someone else.” She admits, “I’ve been in love with you since the first time you came in here.”

“I know.” Jesse smiles slightly, “I don’t know if I love you. I’ve never been in love before. But I know the idea of you with someone else makes me unbearably sad.”

She ducks her head with a small smile, “I don’t mind waiting until you know for sure.”

“Does that mean you’re willing to be my girlfriend?” Jesse asks.

She glances at him and nods her head slowly, “But…you’re not allowed to ignore me anymore.”

“Never again. This is a new beginning for you and me. A better start.” Jesse stands when he sees the small smile on her face and he reaches out to lightly brush his fingers against her cheek.

And then he leans in and presses his lips against her forehead.

She doesn’t react for a moment, and then, slowly, she wraps her arms around his waist. “Do…do you want to stay and watch a holo with me?” She asks, her voice soft and hesitant.

“Cyare, nothing would make me happier.”

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starrylothcat · 4 months

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Hey Starry! Wasn't sure if those prompts you shared were an invitation for requests, but I thought I'd shoot my shot.

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

With either Fives, Jesse, or Kix? Or someone else if you're not feeling them. And a f!reader if that's okay. I'm a sucker for first-time sex.

Feel free to ignore!

First Time

Pairing: Jesse x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Jesse having been dating for awhile and you decide to go all the way with him.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW. 18+. PiV sex, virgin reader’s first time, some cuteness and fluffy ending. A hint of possessive Jesse.

WC: ~2300

A/N: Sorry this took so long, anon! The holiday season has been a whirlwind for me and I’m finally at a place where I have time to write! I’m also a sucker for first-time sex, I hope this is what you had in mind. Enjoy some Juicy Jesse! This is also my first time writing him so I hope I did him some justice 😊

When Jesse escorted you back to your apartment after your dinner date, you knew you wouldn’t be watching a Holomovie like you suggested.

You and the ARC trooper have been dating for a bit now, taking it slow and getting to know one another.

You’ve had short-term relationships in the past, but they never seemed to work out. You were getting ready to give up and knew trying to find a partner during a war no less was a silly dream.

When Jesse waltzed into your life, though, his boyish charm and resolute dedication to his brothers won you over quickly. You never expected to date a soldier, but when Jesse asked you out for a caf, the rest was history.

Everything was so easy with Jesse, and you didn’t want to rush it or mess it up. And he didn’t either.

As your relationship progressed and became more serious and physical, you told him you were technically a virgin, not yet going all the way with a partner.

Jesse just smiled and kissed you, saying you could go as slow as you needed. He would never pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

You had barely started the Holomovie when Jesse’s lips were on yours, fervent and passionate, taking the breath out of one another’s lungs with each pass of your lips and caress of one another’s bodies.

You were soon on your bed, stripped of both your clothes, kissing and exploring, mumbling praise and pleasured sighs, basking in one another’s arousal.

Jesse had just finished satisfying you with his mouth and fingers, something he took great pride in and would happily do all night if you let him.

Jesse smiled into your neck pressing his rigid length into your thigh, waiting for you to catch your breath after your orgasm.

This is when you’d return the favor, taking him in your mouth or hand, fulfilling him just as much as he pleasured you.

You had other plans, though. You wanted him inside you. You were ready for the next step.

“Jesse…I want you. I want all of you.” You whispered, lightly tracing his facial tattoo as he locked eyes with yours.

“Are you sure?” He asked, studying your face, making sure he was understanding what you were asking.

“I am sure, Jesse.” You smiled, still gently tracing his face. “We’ve been together for a while now and…I want my first time to be with you. I’m ready if you are.”

“Yes, Maker, yes I am.”

Jesse closed his eyes, kissing you deeply, his heart fluttering at the thought, both from his nerves and the trust you were bestowing upon him.

When he pulled away for a breath, he also pulled himself away from you.

“Let me know if you want to stop at any time.”

You nodded. “I will. Don’t worry Jesse.”

“I can sit against the headboard, so you can be in control.” Jesse nipped at your neck, the realization of him burying himself inside your soft, beautiful pussy exciting him beyond measure.

You agreed, adjusting yourself so you sat on his lap, his back against the headboard on your bed.

You slowly rubbed your slick pussy on his thick cock, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You both moaned, and Jesse took hold of your plush hips.

You could feel how hot and ready Jesse’s cock was for you, precum dribbling from his swollen tip.

You needed him inside you.

You grasped his bulky shoulders as you lined yourself up, pressing his tip to your entrance.

You sunk on him, slowly. Your breath hitched as he entered you, immediately feeling the intrusion. Jesse let out a low moan as your velvety walls enveloped him.

“That’s right, baby. Take your time.” Jesse rubbed your back as you sank lower, adjusting to his size. You were used to his fingers, but they were still nowhere near the length or girth of his cock.

“Jesse,” you quietly gasped, stopping momentarily, almost bottoming out.

“If it’s too much, we can stop-“ Jesse looked worried, bringing his hands to cup your face.

“N-no.” You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips. “I want to keep going.”

He nodded, letting out a low moan as you fully took him, a sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to your core.

“Kriff, baby, you feel amazing.” His pupils were blown, his hands now tenderly cupping your breasts, squeezing and kneading as he let you take the lead.

You gripped his shoulders, moving your hips a little, still adjusting to him inside you. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect, but it was better than any fantasy. You felt so full, so close to him. Connected not just physically, but emotionally as well.

“You feel amazing, too.”

Pleasure was beginning to override the discomfort of his girth inside you, allowing your body to relax and focusing your mind on how amazing you felt.

You honed in on how good his fingers were as they played with your breasts and his shallow breathing through his nose as you tightened around him.

You gave him a coy smile, moving slightly.

“Ah, Jesse, you’re so good inside me.”

Jesse groaned in approval, latching his lips to your nipple, sucking and nibbling as you began to slowly ride him.

“So wet…so warm…” He moaned into the flesh of your breasts as he reveled in everything that were you. “Wanna stay like this forever…” Jesse locked eyes with you. “You feel incredible around me.

Every delicious sound that left your lips as you rolled your hips on him stoked the fire that was burning in his body. You felt like heaven.

“So perfect.” Jesse let out a ragged breath. “You're taking me so well, mesh’la.”

Jesse buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around you, inhaling your scent and gently bucking his hips up into you.

You moaned, riding him faster, focusing on how his thick cock felt sliding in and out of you.

Pleasure was now mounting, electric zaps of bliss up your spine every time you sunk on his cock, taking him deeper each time.

Jesse was now moving too, matching your pace and carefully thrusting up into you.

“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” Jesse increased his thrusts, sinful sounds leaving his lips as you involuntarily clenched around him.

“It’s good, you’re good, so good Jesse…” Your thighs were beginning to burn, his cock now nudging something deep inside you that made your eyelids flutter.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up this position for long, though, the strain in your thighs from straddling his thick ones beginning to distract you from pleasure.

“Jesse…can we change positions?” You slowed down, easing the tension in your legs.

“Anything for you, mesh’la.” Jesse nodded as you climbed off him, laying on your back. “As long as I get to be back inside you.”

He hovered over you, resting his weight on his forearms around your head.

“Ready?” He kissed your jaw, waiting for your okay to enter you, sliding his cock through your folds.

You nodded, whispering a hoarse “Yes,” desire flooding your senses wholly.

Jesse carefully pressed back into you, both of you sighing at the sensation.

He didn’t move at first, still looking down at you.

“What?” You asked, bashful under his worshipful gaze.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jesse murmured, kissing your neck, sucking gently at the spot he knew drove you wild. “So, so beautiful. Your sounds, your body, your everything…”

You mewled at his praise, feeling him twitch inside you as you clenched around him, earning a deep rumble from him, as well as a breathless chuckle.

“Kriff, baby if you keep that up I’m not gonna last…barely holding on as it is.”

Jesse pressed hot kisses from your throat to your jawline, then finally to your lips which he captured in a heated kiss. Your tongues danced as his hips began to move, slowly and with purpose.

You arched yourself up into him, your soft whimpers becoming louder and more desperate moans of his name.

Jesse couldn’t get enough of how your body was reacting to him, how your nails were digging into his shoulder blades, your ankles locked around his waist as you both ascended higher in your shared ecstasy.

Your bodies were perfectly entwined, and Jesse felt something bubble inside him, a possessiveness he hadn’t felt before. As he witnessed your pleasured expressions, feeling the most intimate parts of you that no one had ever felt before, he could barely hold on to his control any longer.

Jesse gripped your hips, pressing his mouth to yours in a passionate, frenzied kiss.

He moaned your name, resting his muscular forearms around your head, his cock hitting deeper than his fingers and tongue have ever been able to go.

“I love that no one else has seen you like this…” Jesse panted against your lips, beginning to move faster, sliding almost out of you, before thrusting in until his hips met yours. “…that no one else has felt you before, been inside you.”

“Ah - Jesse, I’m yours, I’m all yours…!” Your mind was fuzzy with pleasure, his sexy words bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

His voice was deep, desperate, cut with moans as he quickened the snap of his hips into you.

“They don't get to have you, but I do.”

Jesse’s words shot white-hot liquid desire through your veins, his pelvis providing just enough friction to bring you close to your release, but you needed more.

“I need you, please, Jesse I want to come!”

Jesse knew what you were asking for, and didn’t hesitate to place a practiced finger on your swollen and sensitive clit. He rubbed tight circles just the way you liked it, stars appearing in your vision.

“Come for me, baby. Need you.” His voice was husky and deep, laced with desperation as he brought you mind-numbing pleasure.

Your body shuddered beneath him, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, the lewd sounds of where you were connected filling the room pairing with the even more lewd sounds leaving your lips.

“Jesse, I’m gonna, I’m so close…I want to come for you…I…” You gasped out as Jesse laced his free hand with yours above your head. You couldn’t believe how good he felt, how good he made you feel.

You know he had a few short flings in the past like you did, but this was different. It was different for both of you. Jesse had never felt so close, so in tune with a partner before, and you hadn’t either. The realization was almost overwhelming for both of you.

“Come for me, baby, that’s it, just like that.” Jesse’s voice brought you back to reality for a short second, and with a final circle of his finger, your orgasm crashed over your body.

Waves of intense pleasure spread from your spine to the tips of your toes and fingers, accentuated by his cock driving into you again and again.

You weren’t sure how many times you cried out his name as you rode your high, never feeling so connected and cared for as Jesse pressed his lips to yours again, swallowing your broken cries.

“Wh-where?” Jesse could barely speak, his peak nearing dangerously close as your eyelids fluttered open to meet his, bringing his hand from your clit to entwine with your other.

You looked like an angel, flushed and blissed out, your eyes holding nothing but adoration for him.

“Inside, Jesse, please come inside me.”

With a final snap of his hips, he stilled and gave you everything he had, not able to hold back upon hearing those words breathlessly whispered from your swollen lips.

You felt Jesse pulse and fill you with his warm release, his muscles shaking against your body as he hoarsely moaned your name into the side of your neck.

You whispered his name, tracing his back as he relaxed on top of you, his hips slowing as his cock softened, but not quite yet ready to leave you.

You lay there, holding one another. Jesse lifted his head to look at you, smiling. He carefully pulled out, loving your quiet whimper at the loss of him.

Jesse flopped to your side, pulling you into his chest.

“Was that okay?” He sounded nervous, unsure. “I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“Jesse, it was amazing.” You pecked his lips, nestling your head on his chest. He let out a breath, nuzzling closer to you.

“It really was.”

Jesse kissed the top of your head.

Jesse sat up, lifting himself off the bed. You watched as his tanned, thick body disappeared into your refresher. He emerged a few moments later with a warm, damp towel and you could hear the sound of your bath running.

Jesse carefully cleaned you up before cuddling back with you on the bed.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He mumbled, absentmindedly drawing circles on your arm with his hand.

“I know.” You smiled, his laugh at your response reverberating in his chest.

“You mean the world to me, mesh’la. I’m glad we could share this together. Thank you for trusting me.”

“It’s more than trust, Jess. You mean the world to me, too, and that’s why I wanted to take the next step in our relationship with you. At least that’s how I see it.” You blushed, hoping you weren’t moving too quickly for him.

Jesse wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “That’s how I see it, too.” His voice was quiet, but absolutely sincere. “I’ve never felt this way toward anyone before.”

You touched your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“That makes two of us.”

Jesse grinned, his forehead touching yours.

You sat there for a moment as the bath warmed up, basking in new feelings that you knew would only grow from here.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 9 months

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

I’ve never written headcanons on here before, but thought I’d give it a go.

Word Count: 2915

Warning and Author’s Note: Some discussion of sex. Some asexuals have sex. Also mention of sex-repulsion because some asexuals do not ever want to have sex and both are fine and good. There are a lot of asexuals who are interested in partnership - romantic or not - so I thought I might write out some ideas about what that might look like with some clones

Included are Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, Mayday, Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Kix, Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Tup

Hunter

Hunter loves a partner who is passionate and wants to do the right thing. He would never be with someone who doesn’t also have the Omega stamp of approval. Domestic Hunter? Yes. He loves the steps you’ve taken to have a home that is friendly to his senses. No strong scents in the soaps or detergents. Blackout curtains. Towels, blankets, and sheets that are friendly to his sense of touch. You showed your love by making your home friendly for him and he has never been more in love. Hunter pays attention to other people and takes care of his family, so he was incredibly moved by someone caring about his needs in this way. Hunter will do little things around the house to show you he cares about you. You’ll come home to clean dishes, a tidied bedroom, or freshly cleaned clothes. Sex might be too much for his senses and sometimes touch is too much in and of itself, so he strongly believes in communicating what you both need. He’s always open to finding ways to express how much you care for each other and creating a stronger partnership.

Tech

Tech is acespec in some way. He might rarely or never experience sexual attraction. This man expresses his love best in quality time and acts of service. You will want for nothing. He might be too busy to think about feeding himself, but he will have an alarm to remind himself to pick up some food and make sure you eat. He’ll eat with you and want to hear about your day or tell you about what he’s working on. Besides researching topics of interest and fixing things, he loves going to museums and aquariums with you, watching documentaries, and sitting together in the same room reading. If you want cuddle time? He’s open to it. You’ll have to tell him the details of how to hold you and what you want and eventually he will start figuring out what he likes too. Tech is open to experiences, so if you want to have sex for closeness or to satisfy your libido, he would try it. “Physical urges and attraction are not the same thing,” he says. He’s always understanding that some people don’t or rarely feel sexual attraction and for him, it’s just a matter of fact. It doesn’t change how he feels about you. If you never want to have sex, he is completely fine with it. He wants to tell you about his latest project working on the hyperdrive anyway.

Echo

Echo loves your desire to fight for what’s right. He loves how you care about people and he feels so at home with you. Echo doesn’t like solitude so the biggest thing is going to be spending time together. He loves reading. Sitting together, snuggling on the couch or in separate chairs and reading something that interests each of you? Yes. Do you like hanging out with his family and have a good sense of humor? Those are big things in his book.

I know there are some theories that Echo only lost part of his legs and other people believe he lost everything from the waist down (plus his arm). But guess what it doesn’t matter. In either case, Echo wants to be loved for who he is. He wants to love you for who you are. What you both can or cannot do physically doesn’t phase him.

Crosshair

Crosshair is protective of his heart and does not easily open up to others. He does not like vulnerability and that also means he also doesn’t get sexually intimate easily. I think he’s at least demiromantic, needing to know someone before opening himself up to a relationship like that, so he understands not having certain types of attraction. He does like physical touch once you are close enough, but that can mean all kinds of things. He likes little private moments with you where you can steal away time together. If you want to blow off some sexy steam together, he’s game, but never pressuring. It’s more about closeness and sharing something with you that no one else gets. If you aren’t interested, he likes to cuddle. Sometimes he wants to be the little spoon and other times he wants to be the big spoon but he would never want anyone to know he’s a cuddler. After all he’s been through, Crosshair wants to feel safe with you and protect and love you at the same time.

Wrecker

Wrecker loves to show his love with physical affection. He loves hugs and holding hands and picking you up and twirling you around. As long as you are okay with some kind of physical touch, he’s more than happy. He loves when you fall asleep on top of him. He loves watching holos with you, eating snacks, and cuddling. If you want to have some sexy times, he’s game, but ultimately doesn’t need that. He wants someone he can have fun with!

Jesse

Jesse is so incredibly sweet. He loves cuddling and pulling you in close to sit on his thighs. The first time he does this he can tell you’re a little worried (maybe that he will try to take things further), so he is very reassuring, showing you he just wants to be close. He loves touch, but only if it’s something you like too. He likes consistency and so his primary desire in a relationship is someone he can trust and depend on and he also wants to be that for the person he’s with. He understands that just because you don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean you don’t love him. There’s a reason you want to share your life with him, after all. He lets you take the lead when it comes to any kind of physical touch, including sex. He’s a lot of fun in bed if you go down that road for closeness or address your physical needs. Otherwise, he loves cuddling in bed. He is most comfortable spooning and having an arm around you in some way.

Hardcase

While I don’t necessarily get ace vibes from Hardcase, I think he would be great with an ace partner. Especially if they are extroverted. A typical day would involve waking up, eating quickly, and some kind of adventure. Whether it’s getting up to shenanigans at a water park, or playing paintball, or spending the day at work for you and at the barracks for him, I see him happy to be busy. I think he would love to come home and eat some good food. He loves take out. He quickly realizes that you not wanting sex sometimes doesn’t mean he can’t have self-care time on his own. If you like the idea, he would love for you to buy him a sex toy. He sees it as a way to stay connected on that level without making you uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants. He is very open to learning what it means to be asexual, and quickly learns that not having sexual attraction doesn’t mean you have zero sex drive. He loves taking the time to learn what makes you feel good physically and where the boundaries are.

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart who loves quality time with his partner. He would love to explore hobbies like video games, baking, cooking, or anything with animals. Tup loves anything that is relaxing and he is for sure a cuddler. If you aren’t into touch, he likes things like sharing a blanket while sitting together or finding a happy middle ground like maybe holding your hand or sharing clothes. If you want to satisfy your own urges together, Tup is absolutely up for it. He thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous and likes to take his time and make you feel good.

Dogma

Oh sweet Dogma. This man loves rules and boundaries. He loves knowing what is on and off limits because it makes him feel safe and secure. He also feels loved when you want to know his own boundaries. It shows him you care. So Dogma doesn’t really care about what the actual boundaries are so long as he knows them. He is quite nervous to initiate physical contact, even kissing, but he does say when he would like to try something. He’s very communicative. He does not mind if something is off limits. He just wants to show you love. He takes up baking, loving the precision of measuring the ingredients, so you can expect treats every time he sees you. When it comes to intimate relationships, Dogma knows there are many different ways to be intimate. He wants to be understood and show you that you’re the one who has his heart.

Fives

Fives loves a good time. It was something that drew you in from the beginning. When he first asked you out, you couldn’t deny he had some kind of magnetism. He was a total goofball. He knew about your asexuality before you started dating. You might have been a bit surprised when he asked you out, but couldn’t say no. Fives tells you right away that you can take the lead on anything physical. He likes kissing, but especially loves hugs. If you’re up for fooling around, he loves it. If you never want that, he understands. He just wants to be with you. It takes him a long time to admit that he would absolutely love to shower with you. A hot shower helps him relieve stress and he sees it as a way to spend some relaxing time with you, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s asking for more, so he might need some reassurance once he brings it up. Ultimately though, he loves quality time together. There will joking, laughter, and joy. Fives is also a wonderful friend and partner who you can trust. While you wouldn’t necessarily have taken Fives to be very serious, he’s incredibly serious about your happiness and making sure you have every little thing you want. If you’re having a hard day, he listens and holds your hand.

Kix

Kix loves being your partner. He loves the domesticity of coming home and snuggling on the couch. He might love doing some other things on the couch if you want, but he understands if you don’t want to. He loves laying on the couch while you lay on top of him and watch holomovies. He loves little kisses and holding hands. He loves reading in bed next to you before falling asleep. He’s also seen a lot during the war and carries a lot of grief. He trusts you with his grief and sometimes he just needs someone to cry to about it all. If you like romance or are in more of a romantic mood, he will go all out. Favorite flowers, candy, foods, whatever you love. He takes the time to learn your favorites for those occasions. You want slow kisses next time he’s on leave? He won’t stop thinking about it. You simply want to collapse into someone’s arms? He wants nothing more than to provide those arms for you.

Gregor

Gregor is open to learning about anything, but his favorite topic is you. He loves going out with you, dancing, and laughing. He loves a good time. If you’re shy, he finds a way to help you come out of your shell around him a little without pressing the issue. He wants you to feel secure with him. Gregor loves kissing and wouldn’t mind getting physical and when he asks about your boundaries going further, your heart sinks. You’re worried about where this is going and haven’t exactly told him about your sexuality yet. You quickly find that he just wants to express how he feels. He asks a lot of questions about what it means for you to be asexual. He’s inquisitive. If you don’t want to have sex ever, he takes the time to hear how close you want to be and what feels safe to you. He’s definitely not opposed to things like masturbating together if you want to go down that route sometimes. Ultimately he realizes that his favorite thing to do with you is turn on some music and dance in the living room.

Wolffe

There’s actually a fic about this here. Wolffe might be grumpy sometimes, but you make his life so much better and you get to see softer sides of him that no one else does. You understand him and he appreciates your support. He wants you to feel loved in the way that you want to be loved. He is completely comfortable taking care of his sexual needs on his own. He loves snuggling with you at night. That’s his favorite. He loves holding you and being held by you. You’re comforting to him. Before falling asleep, he likes chatting with you about how the day went and or reading a holonovel together.

Rex

Rex is awkward around people in social situations, but you’re happy to help him navigate relationships. He doesn’t think much about sex because frankly, he’d just like to make it through this conversation without getting lost in his own worry. Over time he starts to relax more and you find that quiet time with the two of you is much preferred to going out. He’s even nervous to hold your hand, but you tell him it’s totally okay. Once he realizes how deep his feelings are, he has to speak with you. He likes to know where things are headed and what kind of relationship you want. Queerplatonic? He quite likes that. Or something with more of a romantic bend? Yes, sure, that could also work just fine too. The only thing he really doesn’t want is to be with someone purely for the physical aspects. His feelings toward his partner are so strong and he wants nothing more than to protect you and let you know he’ll always be there for you.

Cody

Snuggle king. He is under so much pressure as a marshal commander and then later after the war, he’s dealing with a lot of mixed feelings about everything that happened. He loves that he can be with you, go to bed or lay on the couch, and hang on to you. He likes little kisses on the top of his head while you hold him. It helps him let go of stress and worry. He can feel you right there with him and it’s the safest place in the galaxy. You’re asexual? Great. He just wants to love you the way you want to be loved. You want romance? He will hold your hand and kiss the back of it. You want domestic partnership? He will hug you and do your laundry. Do you need some space to yourself? That’s fine. He will just be over here watching a holo and napping after buying groceries so you don’t have to worry about it. You want a quickie to blow off some steam? He’s game. You want to shower naked and wash each other’s hair and feel close that way? He’s good with that too. You want to swap pillowcases while he’s gone so you can both feel close that way instead? He thinks that’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

Mayday

Mayday wants to be with you, preferably on a planet that rarely gets snow. You fell for his dry sense of humor and how much he cares about the people he’s close to. He worries about losing more people in his life, so he was cautious to approach you. Once he realizes you’re around to stay, he starts to relax. Mayday likes to do little things to show he cares. He really gets into cooking hot meals. He loves making fresh soups and gardening. When he starts baking bread you swear you will never buy a loaf ever again. After all he’s been through, he’s happy to have the chance to be with someone and feel at home. Getting physical? He likes hugs, cuddles, and kisses if you’re okay with it. Just chaste kisses or little pecks on the cheek all you want? Absolutely. Whether he addresses his own sex drive on his own or as a mutual endeavor (if you’re open to it) doesn’t matter to him. It takes him a long time to open up in some ways, but once he does he’s always making sure you’re on the same page. He will always cautiously wait until he gets a green light.

Fox

He’s just happy to come over to your place and sleep in a real bed. This man is all about relaxation when he’s with you. Whatever that looks like, he loves it. It can be the simplest things, like having extra comfortable shorts to wear around your apartment, or folding laundry together before putting fresh sheets on the bed. He feels so comfortable with you and that’s the most important thing to him.

Tagging: @kixs-husband @staycalmandhugaclone @wreckers-wife @dukeoftheblackstar

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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She's Such a Scream

ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader

Warnings and tags: SMUT; exhibitionism; oral sex; threesome; Jesse and Kix being a tag-teaming menace to society; angst; canon compliance; you came here to have a good time and you’re probably going to feel very attacked; death; bad ending; no happy ever after (I’m sorry). Important: If you want to pretend it ends happily, stop reading after the second "don't scream" divider.

Word count: 3.4K

Suggested listening: "Such a Scream" by Tom Waits

The neon lights of 79’s were even more garish than usual, flashing orange and purple as strobe lights illuminated the hazy smoke that filled the club. Bodies crowded the dancefloor, the bar, and every single table and booth in the building. Curiously, not a single piece of armor was visible except for the Corries stationed by the front door to make sure the crowd didn’t get out of control. Instead, ghouls and monsters of every imaginable description thronged together to the beat of the music—a live band tonight, playing deceptively upbeat songs with subtly horrifying lyrics.

Your friends danced near you, each of them dressed up as the sexy version of creatures and monsters and demons from fairy tales and folklore. Anan was a sexy rancor; Latik was a sexy ghost; Miria was a sexy zombie; Biala was a sexy weremassiff. You didn’t tell them that tonight, for the first time since you’d met any of them, you weren’t wearing a disguise.

“Stars, you look great!” Anan shouted. “What’s your costume supposed to be, again?”

You drew a breath to respond, when suddenly, a towering droid lunged out of the crowd and roared in your face. You blinked.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

The droid visibly deflated as the vampire in medical scrubs next to him laughed, “I told you it wouldn’t work, vod!”

“What wouldn’t work?” you asked.

“He’s been trying to scare cute girls all night,” the vampire doctor replied. “I told him civvies don’t know enough about commando droids to be scared of his costume.”

Latik sidled up to the vampire doctor and fluttered her eyelashes. “I’m afraid of vampires. Are you going to bite me?”

The doctor gave her a seductive, fanged smirk. “That depends. What blood type are you?”

“Type orenth-negative!” she giggled.

“Ah, the universal donor!” he said, ratcheting up the charm. “Have you considered donating? The GAR is always in short supply.”

“That depends,” Latik simpered. “Will you be the one collecting?”

“I’ll be working a shift at a blood drive at GAR headquarters on Taungsday,” he said.

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Latik asked, confused.

“Stop doing that, Kix!” the commando droid groaned, shoving the vampire doctor. “Why can’t you just flirt like a normal person?”

“Has he tried that more than once?” you asked.

“He’s been doing it all kriffing night,” he sighed, removing his mask to reveal a clone trooper with a large Republic cog tattoo and the kindest brown eyes you’d ever seen.

Oh, no, he’s hot!

“Why is a commando droid hanging out with a dude whose tattoo says, ‘A good droid is a dead one’?” you laughed.

He looked into your eyes very seriously. “Mesh’la, do you… not know what a ‘costume’ is?”

You couldn’t help it; you let out a peal of laughter that drew the attention of multiple dancers. You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle it, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from dancing with amusement, and the clone shot you an answering grin that made him somehow even cuter.

“I’m Jesse,” he introduced himself. “This di’kut is Kix.”

“When you said you were going to make her scream, I didn’t think you meant, ‘scream from laughing at you,’” Kix teased.

“It takes more than that to make me scream,” you said.

“Oh?” Jesse’s eyes gleamed with speculation. “Shall I take that as a challenge?”

“You can take it however you want,” you replied provocatively.

His eyes drifted to your lips as he leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “I bet I could make you scream.”

“I doubt that,” you murmured. “But you’re welcome to try.”

“By any means necessary?” he asked, tracing his fingertips up your bare arm.

“Any way you want,” you agree. “Your choice.”

“And what do I get when I win?” he asked, standing close enough that you could smell his clean, woodsy scent.

“You name the prize,” you replied. “It’s never going to happen, so you can ask for anything in the galaxy.”

He grinned. “Game on.”

He looked at Kix, who danced alone as he watched the two of you, Latik having drifted away to find a dance partner who wouldn’t try to exsanguinate her. Some unspoken communication passed between the two clones, and Kix immediately joined you, dancing close to you as Jesse moved to cage you in from behind. The dance floor was crowded and hot, and it got even hotter as the two troopers sandwiched you in between them.

Jesse’s hands slid onto your hips, moving you to the beat but otherwise staying perfectly still until you rested your hands over them, encouraging him to explore you. He pressed close to you, his broad chest against your back as his hands roamed over your body. Kix met your eyes questioningly, and when you nodded your permission, he moved in, joining in Jesse’s explorations.

Kix was very good with his hands, and the feeling of two gorgeous clones caressing your entire body was overwhelming. You tilted your head back to rest on Jesse’s shoulder, and Kix pressed his open mouth to your chest, drawing his tongue over you, leaving a hot, glistening trail as he licked the sweat off your skin. His fangs scraped softly against your neck as his hands stole up your back and held your torso close to him. With Kix’s body shielding you from the view of the other dancers, Jesse slid his down to your hips and beneath your waistband, dipping lower and lower, until he found your clit and began to toy with it softly. You could feel his cock pressing against your ass, hard as a karking rock, as he teased you.

“He’s gonna get caught,” you murmured in Kix’s ear.

“That’s the idea,” Kix replied. “Hasn’t happened yet, but he keeps hoping.”

“Holy kriff,” you whispered, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought.

Jesse felt it immediately, and you could feel his groan reverberate through his chest as he pressed against you, sliding his fingers deeper into your slick heat.

“You like that idea?” he asked, dropping his mouth to the other side of your neck. Your legs nearly gave out as both clones kissed and sucked and licked and nibbled on your sensitive skin. “Gonna scream, mesh’la?”

“Not even close,” you replied. “You’ll have to do better than that, pretty boy.”

“You think I’m pretty?” he asked, sounding adorably hopeful.

You turned your head to press your lips against his ear. “The prettiest.”

His hands ceased their blissful teasing and withdrew from your waistband, and that very nearly kriffing did make you scream—in frustration. Without a word of explanation, he tugged you toward the edge of the dance floor and down the darkened hallway. He located a convenient stack of crates to serve as nominal cover, and then he pushed you against the wall, beginning an all-out siege on your body. He was incredibly thorough in his attentions, massaging your breasts, sucking and biting your skin, pinning your hands to the wall as he kissed and licked his way from your wrist to your shoulder, and finally dropping to his knees to feast on your cunt. The second his tongue slid into you, he let out a loud grunt as though he’d been starving, and your taste was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

“Oh, fuck, Jesse,” you gasped.

He slid his fingers into you and began to fuck you with them as he looked up at you. “Say my name louder so nobody wonders who it is that makes you scream.”

As he pleasured you with his hands and mouth, he made you writhe; he made you moan; he made you sigh and groan; and finally, he made you come—but he never made you scream.

At the end of the night, he asked if he could see you again.

“Far as I’m concerned, the bet’s still on,” he grinned. “You give up now, that means you forfeit.”

How could you refuse such an argument? You gave him your comm channel, and he messaged you before you even made it back to your flat. You met up for breakfast the next morning with your disguise safely back in place, nursing hangovers, and after eating your bodyweight in greasy fried protatoes and scrambled nuna eggs, you took him back to your flat to give him another chance to win the bet.

He didn’t make you scream, but you still felt like you’d hit the jackpot. He had incredible stamina, and his body was a Force-damned work of art, with a cock that made you believe in a higher power. He made you come three times before you both passed out to sleep off the remnants of your hangover. When you woke up, it was dinnertime, and it seemed only polite to invite him to stay, considering that he’d worked up an appetite with you.

He offered to cook for you, and despite your reservations, dinner was shockingly delicious: a hearty salad with some kind of roasted bean thing. There was a brief, perilous moment when he started to break down the nutritional macros of the meal, but he saw your eyes glaze over and quickly changed the subject.

“I can’t believe it’s already dark,” he commented.

“Yeah, it’s the worst part about this time of year. It gets dark so early during Coruscant autumns.”

He looked at you speculatively. “You know, it’s not safe to walk home alone in the dark. Who knows what kinds of monsters might be lurking out there?”

You laughed, first of all at the idea that the ARC trooper would ever be afraid of… well, anything, and secondly, because he had no idea that you were more deadly than anything that could possibly be hiding in the shadows.

“It’s so true,” you replied gravely. “Maybe you ought to stay here until morning. You know, for safety.”

“Wouldn’t want to impose…” he said. “All right, you talked me into it.”

He did have to leave the next morning, regrettably, but he came back to you on his next shore leave, and the one after, and the one after that. You knew it was dangerous; you knew the risk was too great, but by the time you realized you’d fallen in love with him, it was too late to do anything about it.

Time marched on. The bulk of the GAR was sent back to the Outer Rim sieges, and he couldn’t hide in the safety of your flat forever, as much as you wanted him to. You wanted to chain him to your bed where you could protect him from any threat; you wanted to spend every morning distracting him while he cooked breakfast; you wanted to spend your days mapping the angles and lines of his incredible body.

Unfortunately, as powerful as you were, not even you could hold back the tide of the war. Jesse left; he came back; he left again. You didn’t even have the luxury of tracking his unit, since as an ARC trooper he was sent wherever he was needed, rather than being embedded permanently with any one division. Whenever he had shore leave, he spent it with you, next to you, inside you, wringing every drop of comfort and pleasure that he could from your time together.

You had never eaten so much protein and vegetables in your life as you did when he was home. Honestly, you’d never eaten so much home-cooked food, period. He despised the mess hall food, and he seized every opportunity to cook—sometimes just for the two of you, and sometimes for Kix as well, on those nights when the medic joined you. You loved those nights. The two clones knew each other so well that they could communicate without speaking a word, and they put that skill to devastating use when bringing you to unimaginable heights of pleasure. Jesse’s raw power combined with Kix’s skilled hands and extensive knowledge of anatomy made them a lethal duo, and you would die before you admitted it, but Jesse came very close to winning the bet on those nights.

Other days, you and Jesse would spend your time exploring Coruscant’s vast markets, or snuggled up on the sofa playing sabacc, or competing to see who could quote the most lines from your favorite holodramas. He woke up before you every morning to go for a run, and he found creative ways to work out at home so he didn’t have to spend time away from you at the gym.

“Sit on my back while I do push ups,” he said one day.

“I’d rather sit on your face,” you teased.

“We can do that later.”

“What if I lie on the floor beneath you, and you kiss me every time you lower down? I love it when we do that,” you suggested.

“It’s too distracting, and I want the extra challenge today,” Jesse replied. “Hop on, babydoll.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you objected.

“You won’t,” he smirked.

In all honesty, his level of fitness was intimidating, and it sometimes made you insecure about your own body.

“What?!” he asked, flabbergasted when you shared this with him. “Why would you ever be insecure? You’re the most gorgeous kriffing thing in the galaxy!”

“How can you say that when you look like… you know… that?” you asked, gesturing to his godlike person.

“First of all, I look exactly like a few million other men. Nothing special.” He held up a hand when you began to protest, and he continued, “You are unique and stunning, and I love everything about your body because it’s beautiful and new and exciting and yours. I love learning all of the secret places that make you whimper and moan, and I swear by the Force, I am going to find the one that makes you scream. Some day.”

“Well… shit,” you said, rendered speechless by his uncharacteristic eloquence. “Then why are you so into fitness and clean eating? Not that I don’t appreciate the fruits of your labor.” You took a moment to ogle him shamelessly, and he preened under your attention.

“It’s not about looks,” he said. You arched a skeptical brow, and he amended, “It’s not entirely about looks. I stay in peak condition so I can be as effective as possible—so I can save as many of my brothers as I can.”

Your heart twisted, knowing how heavily the loss of those he couldn’t save weighed on him. And then one day, he came to you triumphantly, spinning you around until you were dizzy and breathless as he told you about the lost clone they’d been able to save, and their subsequent decisive victory on Anaxes. He was nearly beside himself as he described the daring, unsanctioned rescue mission and the recovery of a fellow ARC trooper named Echo. His face was alight with hope that in the future he could save more brothers that the GAR had given up on.

Three days after Jesse left on his next deployment, the nightmares began. You dreamed of blood and fire; of unendurable pain; of tortured, broken minds not under their own control; of the slaughter of innocents. When you woke up, you knew you’d been screaming in the night, because every piece of glass in your flat had shattered.

You cleaned up the mess and commed Jesse. He didn’t answer. A few days later, he sent you a brief message, telling you how much he missed you and that he couldn’t wait to see you soon. You waited. The nightmares grew worse, and you stopped trying to replace your glassware, investing in durasteel cups instead.

One day, after weeks of loneliness and disappointed hopes, you returned home from work to find Jesse sitting alone in the dark in your living room. You threw yourself into his arms, holding him close, and his arms tightened around you desperately, like a vise.

“Jesse!” you cried in shocked delight. “You didn’t tell me you were coming home!”

He didn’t speak, but his body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Jesse?” you whispered. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He buried his face against your neck and began to sob—awful, gut-wrenching sobs that wracked his entire body, as though his soul itself were crying out in anguish. You knew, because you’d heard the screams of tormented souls before.

“Kix,” he choked out.

Your heart stood still. No. Impossible. You would have known.

“What happened?” you whispered.

“Gone.”

“How?” you asked.

He shook his head, still not pulling away from you. “MIA. That’s all they’d tell me.”

“Jesse,” you said quietly. “He’s not dead. We will find him.”

He froze, then sat back to look into your eyes. “How do you know that?”

You swallowed, unable to tell him the truth. “I can’t explain how I know. You just have to trust me. If Kix were truly gone, I would know.”

And so would everyone else in this quarter of Coruscant, you added mentally. Nobody could have missed the screams.

Jesse could only stay for two days that time, and you spent his entire leave trying to comfort him. You couldn’t tell him your secret, and without evidence, he didn’t believe you. He pretended to, but you saw the hope die in his eyes, and it made you want to tear the galaxy to pieces.

He was dispatched again, this time to some godforsaken place called Yerbana, and from there, who knew. Your dreams became worse—more specific—and this time, Jesse had a starring role. You saw fearsome stripes of red and black, and glowing yellow eyes. You felt the terror and the pain, you sensed his mind being ripped apart and put back together, and when you awoke, fissures had opened in the walls of your flat.

The holonews reported that your neighborhood had experienced minor localized seismic activity, though nobody could explain how such a thing was possible. Experts attributed the damage to instability in the understructures of the level, and a committee was formed to investigate the phenomenon. They found nothing.

And then the day came. Clone troopers marched in the streets. The Jedi temple burned, and the sound of screaming was all around you. You could feel it welling in your throat, but you pushed it down with all the strength in your body. For hours, you and your coworkers watched the holonews, transfixed and horrified as the official reports began to come in: the Jedi had committed treason and were all to be hunted down and destroyed. The Republic was gone, and in its place, an Empire.

At last, you left your workplace and began to walk home. Your coworkers urged you to stay with them—they said it wasn’t safe to be out on the streets, not with all the violence and upheaval, but you insisted. You hurried through the shadows under a red sky, avoiding the clanking plastoid phalanxes of troopers who swarmed the streets. You were nearly home when it began.

Your mind saw fire, and hundreds of blaster bolts. You saw glowing blades. You heard the sickening shriek of rending durasteel, the cries of men dying around you. You felt the world shudder and shake around you, and then nothingness. A ragged scream tore from your throat, knocking you to your knees as your head snapped backward. Every window and viewport as far as you could see shattered in an instant, the shards suspended in the air at the force of your uncontrollable scream. Droids sparked and exploded. Beings of all species curled into fetal positions, hands covering ears, writhing in agony and vomiting from pain, and still you screamed.

The deafening wail echoed through the quarter as buildings began to collapse around you, but you couldn’t hold it back. It ripped its way out of you, pulling all the air from your lungs, wreaking destruction and agony and death, and still you screamed, until nothing but emptiness remained, and the galaxy descended into darkness.

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A/N: In case you haven’t already figured it out, the reader is a banshee, a ghost/spirit from Irish folklore whose screams foretell the death of a family member or loved one. I imagined a Star Wars version where her screams are an uncontrollable destructive force unleashed by the death of someone she loves—which is how she knew Kix was still alive (though frozen in stasis), and how she knew Jesse was dead.

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candyfloss5000 · 15 days

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forced to live in 2024, born to be a GAR bunk bunny 😔

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dystopicjumpsuit · 6 months

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In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves

A/N: Some very gentle Jesse smut, because he deserves nice things.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader (fem; has hair which apparently smells good based on how much time Jesse spends with his face in it)

Rating: M (minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings and tags: fluff; domesticity; lots of cuddling; established relationship; SMUT; body worship; maybe a hint of somnophilia; oral sex; fingering; PIV; I didn’t set out to write that cuddlefucking fic we talked about on Discord, but here we are

Summary: You are very happy to have Jesse home.

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You had never seen Jesse look so tired. He was always so strong, so sure of himself—he seemed as invincible as the Republic itself. So when he trudged into your flat with deep shadows beneath his eyes, his shoulders slumped beneath the weight of those massive ARC pauldrons, you couldn't imagine how difficult his most recent deployment must have been. But he greeted you with that same sweet smile that had first caught your eye all those months ago, and if he leaned a little too heavily on you when you kissed him, well, it was a small price to pay to have him home, safe in your arms.

You helped him strip off his bulky armor and stack it in the living room. Once he was down to his body glove, he kissed you again, and you held him tightly, trailing your lips up his cheek until you reached the edge of his tattoo. You began to work your way around the circumference of the Republic cog, dropping the lightest, feathery kisses on his skin, before kissing your way up and down every single spoke of the cog, until Jesse was squirming and laughing beneath your onslaught of kisses.

You finished by kissing the tip of his nose, and then you took him by the hand and dragged him to the sofa, pushing him down onto the soft cushions and settling onto his lap. You snuggled close to him, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Stars, I've been looking forward to this for weeks,” he murmured. “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” you whispered.

“No way.”

“Way,” you replied gravely.

He tightened his arms around you and kissed the top of your head, breathing in deeply. He passed out within seconds, snoring quietly in your ear. You stayed perfectly still for a while, but eventually, you roused him enough to get him into the bedroom and help him out of the body glove and into bed. He was asleep almost before he crawled under the covers.

You slipped beneath the blanket to lie next to him, scrolling idly through your datapad. After an hour or so, you got up quietly and went to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door carefully so as not to disturb him. You cooked his favorite meal—something simple and hearty that would braise in a low oven for hours—and when even the smell of the food didn't wake him up, you went back to bed.

You hadn't been doom-scrolling on the holonet long when Jesse shifted in his sleep, a low, quiet moan rumbling from his chest. Glancing over, you saw that he'd kicked off the blanket and was now only covered up to his waist in the sheet—unsurprising; he always seemed to run a little hotter than average, which worked out well for you, since you always seemed to be a little cold. Your eyes roamed appreciatively over his broad shoulders, down his thick chest, over his powerful core, to where his hips disappeared beneath the sheets that were rather prominently tented by his erect cock.

Whatever he was dreaming, it seemed to be pleasant.

As you watched, he rolled his hips subtly, unconsciously seeking stimulation. You slid a little closer to him, draping your torso carefully over his outstretched arm, and traced your fingertips lightly over his collarbone, then down his pectoral. You loved his chest; the dense muscles never failed to make your mouth water when you saw him without a shirt. You avoided the tickle zone of his waist, instead moving up to his shoulder and beginning to stroke lightly down his arm.

You were so engrossed in exploring his gorgeous body that you didn't immediately notice that his eyes had opened, and he watched you with a sleepy but very interested expression. The arm you were lying on curled around your waist and pulled you close to him. You looked into his eyes with a soft smile, and then pressed your lips to the heated skin of his neck.

“You're so warm,” you whispered.

“I do it on purpose so you'll cuddle up to me,” he mumbled.

“It's working,” you replied, kissing a little lower on his neck and then down his shoulder. “Were you having a good dream?”

He buried his face in your hair and kissed your head. “Mm-hmm. Dreamin’ about you. This is even better.”

You dragged your tongue lightly over his chest, then kissed your way down his abdomen, shifting positions as you went, first to straddle his thigh, and finally to kneel between his legs. He moaned and writhed beneath you, his chest heaving with the force of his ragged breath. Your hands roamed over his body, smoothing across his skin, and you felt hot arousal begin to pool between your thighs as you caressed him.

You trailed a series of playful kisses up the length of his cock, and when you swirled your tongue around him, his hips jerked and he hissed in a breath.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he gasped.

His hands came to rest on your head as you took his cock in your mouth—not pulling your hair or controlling your movements, just touching you softly, stroking your cheeks, hair, and neck.

“You can be rough if you want,” you whispered, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock as you gazed up at him.

He shook his head, his eyes glazed with lust, his jaw slack. “This is perfect. You are so kriffin’ good at that.”

You smiled and continued to worship his cock with your hands and mouth until he was gasping and whimpering, his legs flexing and twitching on either side of you.

“Is this how you want to come?” you asked softly, releasing his cock from your mouth and admiring the glossy sheen that coated his skin.

He shook his head. “I want you.”

“You’re having me,” you smiled.

“I want to fuck you,” he panted. “I want you to ride me. Please, baby.”

You never could resist him when he begged. You crawled up his body, and he slid his hand between your thighs.

“Holy kriff,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as his fingers glided through your slick arousal. “Is this just from sucking my cock?”

“I like to make you feel good,” you murmured. “And I missed you. A lot.”

He slipped his finger effortlessly into your cunt. “God damn.”

He played with you gently, his thumb teasing your clit as he worked you slowly with his thick finger, and you dropped your forehead to rest on his chest as you balanced on all fours.

“You ready?” he whispered into your hair.

You nodded, your head still against his chest. He withdrew his hand from you and guided your hips as you moved to straddle him. Wet as you were, and even with his cock still slick from your tongue, it was still an incredible stretch to take him, and you exhaled slowly, relaxing your body as he leisurely pressed into you.

“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you are,” he breathed, awed. He stroked his hands up your body to play with your breasts. “Such perfect tits.”

Once you’d taken him fully, he pulled you down to rest on his body, wrapping you in the warm, strong embrace of his arms as you rode him, deep and slow.

“I’m so happy you’re home,” you sighed contentedly.

“Gods, me too. I never want to leave.”

“I wish you could stay…” you whispered, burying your face against his neck.

“Hey,” he soothed you, cupping the back of your head in his large, warm hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Come here.”

His kiss was soft at first. Just the lightest touch of his lips against yours. When he slid his tongue into your mouth, you took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing your mind to focus on the present, on the feeling of him inside you, on the taste of his lips and the scent of his skin and the thunderous pulse of his heart—his amazing, enormous, beautiful heart—as your breasts pressed against his chest.

You took your time, holding each other close, luxuriating in the time you had together. He thrust into you slowly, rocking his powerful thighs with incredible precision, finding the perfect angle and then driving himself into you again and again, building your pleasure gradually.

“I’m close—” you gasped.

“I know,” he said, keeping that same slow, steady rhythm, refusing to rush your climax.

“I’m so fucking close—please!”

He slid his hand down to the base of your spine and pressed you hard against him as he thrust into you, finally speeding up just enough to push you past your limit. You came with a scream that immediately became a sob, your body convulsing violently around him as tears stung your eyes and overflowed. He fucked you hard through your orgasm and quickly followed you, spilling deep inside your cunt, the heat of his release nearly enough to make you come a second time.

As your body relaxed against him, he massaged his hands gently up and down your back, his cock remaining deep inside you as it softened. After a few moments, you nuzzled your face against his neck.

“I made dinner,” you murmured.

“Holy fuck, I love you so much.”

Interested in more Jesse smut? I have a couple of spicy fics that you might enjoy: "Tup à Trois" (Tup x Reader x Jesse) and "She's Such a Scream" (Jesse x Reader; please heed the warnings on this one - it's sad).

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mandos-mind-trick · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 23 - Deepthroating & Facesitting

Summary: The bar is the easiest place to pick up strangers. Of course, they never quite know what they’re getting into.

Pairing: Jesse x reader x male character

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, vampire!Jesse and vampire!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), deepthroating, facesitting, threesome, hair pulling, blood drinking, lots of blood, some gore (mostly just blood everywhere), character death (but you’ll like it), language, very brief implication of pedophilia at the end.

A/N: Yes, I did both prompts just because I can. I do love this one very much. Let vampires drink blood and fuck nasty!! 📣

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“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a place like this?”

A smirk forms on your face as a body slides into the seat next to you at the bar. You turn, the ring on your finger catching the light as you reach for your glass of wine. “What makes you think I’m alone?”

The man seated next to you is average at best. No taller than 5’8 with dull hair that needs a good wash and trim, an ill fitting suit that makes him look bulky and frumpy, and a patchy five o’clock shadow that makes him look more like a mangy dog than anything else. His cologne is strong, nearly making your eyes water as he leans in, resting his elbow on the bar.

“I don’t see anyone around.” He says, his eyes pretending to scan the area around you, but in reality he’s staring at your chest and the skin revealed by the deep v-cut in your dress.

“You’re bold.” You say, crossing your legs to reveal the skin of your thigh through the slit in the side as you swirl the wine in your glass. “I like bold.”

His tongue darts across his lower lip as he looks you up and down. “And you’re brave. I like brave women. All the more fun to break.”

You hide the look of disgust that passes over your face as you take a sip of your wine.

“She’s not so easy to break.” A voice says behind you, a hand slipping around your waist.

You can’t help the smirk as the man pales a bit, sitting up straight on his stool. You turn to look up at Jesse, leaning into his side. “Hello, dear.”

“Hello, love.” He smiles down at you. “Making friends?”

“Yes,” You turn back to the man. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

The man swallows thickly. “Brian.”

“Well, Brian, I’d like you to meet my husband Jesse.” You say, motioning to your tall, well dressed husband next to you. “Jesse, this is Brian.”

Jesse holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Brian.”

Brian shakes his hand, nodding. “Yeah.”

Jesse smirks, slipping his arm back around you. “Don’t look so scared, Brian. Plenty of men like to stare at my wife.” Jesse cups your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

Brian gulps, nodding. “Yeah. She is.”

Jesse runs his finger across your wine-stained lips. “And sometimes, when the mood is right, I don’t mind sharing.” He releases your face, turning to look at Brian. “That is what you’re after, isn’t it? A night of pleasure with a beautiful woman?”

Brian nods again, his breathing shaky. “Yes.”

Jesse grins. “Perfect. Though, I do have to warn, we come as a package deal.”

Brian looks between you, his eyes trailing over you before they flicker to Jesse. “Like...together?”

You nod. “Yes, though his involvement can be as little as you like. He does enjoy sitting and watching as much as he loves being involved.”

Jesse steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you. His hand presses against your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. “What do you say, Brian? You want to fuck my wife?”

Brian licks his lips, staring at Jesse’s hand on your stomach. His eyes trail upwards until he’s staring at your face, a small smirk tugging at your lips. A smirk tugs at his own, just for a second, barely long enough for you to catch it before he’s nodding. “Yeah. Yeah I would like to fuck your wife.”

Jesse smirks, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Excellent.” He releases you, reaching into his pocket to toss a stack of 20s on the bar before offering you a hand. “We’ll take our car.”

Jesse leads you from the bar, Brian following close behind. You climb into the cramped back seat with Brian, sitting right up against him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, your hand dropping to one of his thighs. He tastes like cheap beer as he kisses you, eagerly shoving his tongue into your mouth. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as his other hand lifts, wrapping lightly around your throat. You meet Jesse’s eyes in the rearview mirror, an amused glint shining in them as he drives to the hotel.

You stumble into the elevator with Brian, his hands clutching at your waist desperately as he pins you against the wall. Jesse presses the button for the correct floor as Brian drags his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Jesse stares at you in the reflection, your hand lifting to tangle in Brian’s hair. You stare back, lifting a leg to hook around Brian’s waist. He’s hard, cock pulsing against your side.

You stumble out of the elevator, Jesse leading the way down the hall to the hotel room. Brian is handsy, keeping his hands on you as you wait for Jesse to open the door. His hands are clammy and you can smell the sweat beginning to form on his body. It’s revolting, but you’ve smelled worse.

You lead Brian into the hotel room by the hand, probably the nicest he’s ever been in. You turn to face him, running a hand down his front to palm him through his pants. He lets out a groan, bucking into your hand.

You lean in close to his face, nipping at his bottom lip. “Take your clothes off.”

He pulls away from you, tugging eagerly at his tie. You slowly remove your jewelry, kicking off your shoes. Jesse closes the blinds, getting the room set up comfortably before beginning to undress himself.

Brian’s eyes are on you as soon as your dress pools around your feet, leaving you in nothing but your lacy undergarments. Brian tugs his pants down, the bulge obvious in his briefs.

“Someone’s excited.” Jesse says, trailing his hands over your sides. “How do you want to do this? You want her to suck your cock? You want her to sit on your face?”

“I don’t eat pussy.” Brian says, tossing his briefs to the side.

You fight the urge to make a face, Jesse swooping in to save you as he kisses you.“Well, lucky for her, I do.” He says, tugging your panties so they drop around your feet. “Suck his cock, baby, while you sit on my face.” He murmurs before laying himself down at the foot of the bed on the floor.

You saunter over, eyes glued to Brian’s cock. Jesse still has his pants on, likely to prevent Brian from feeling bad. You position yourself over Jesse’s face, lowering down until you’re on your knees. His hands hold your hips, situating you over his mouth before lowering you completely. You let out a gasp as his tongue drags through your folds, your hand closing around Brian’s cock.

You pump him a couple times before dragging your tongue along his dick. His eyes are glued to your face as you stare up at him, flicking your tongue against his tip. His lips part in a groan as you tease his cock, Jesse’s tongue doing wonders on your clit. You take him into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue despite the small size. You bob your head, mirroring Jesse’s rhythm as he sucks at your clit.

Your thighs clench around Jesse’s head, his hands squeezing your ass as you grind against his face. You’re glad it’s unnecessary for you to breathe as Brian tangles his hand in your hair, pushing you further down his cock until it hits the back of your throat. You continue to stare up at him as you moan around him, taking his cock deep in your mouth.

One hand grips Brian’s thigh while the other holds the top of Jesse’s head, your hips grinding against his face as he pushes you closer and closer to an orgasm. Brian is close as well, precum seeping down your throat as you continue to suck his cock as deeply as you can.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, tugging hard on your hair.

His cum is salty and musky as it spurts down your throat, your hips jerking against Jesse’s face as he sucks at your clit, sending you into an orgasm. You moan and whine around Brian’s cock, wrapping your hand around the base and pulling yourself free. Your head falls back as you continue to grind against Jesse’s face, a breathy moan leaving your lips.

You pull yourself off his face before you get overstimulated, Brian sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, that was good.” He groans, watching you as you pull yourself off Jesse’s face. His hand is pumping his cock, trying to get hard again.

You can see the bulge in Jesse’s pants, large and obvious as he sits up. His face is glistening with your juices as he grins. “Fantastic isn’t she?” He says, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Fuck yeah.” Brian says, leaning over and kissing at your neck.

His hands trail up your body, pawing at your breasts. You crawl into his lap, straddling him as he tugs harshly at your nipples. You hiss out a breath, covering his hands with yours as you grind on his lap, slicking his cock with your juices. He curses against your throat, sucking another mark on the skin that will be gone by morning.

You can’t help but smirk, guiding his hands down to your ass as you continue to grind against him. He begins to get hard again, poking at your pussy as you drag your hips against him. Jesse sits himself in the chair in the corner, his hand stroking his cock. You hold his gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips as Brian bites at your neck.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, letting Brian maneuver you onto your back on the bed. You let your legs fall open, revealing your glistening pussy to him. He groans as he stares at it, manically stroking at his cock as he crawls between your legs.

He’s only half hard as he presses into you, his hands holding your hips as he thrusts into you. You groan, hands closing around his wrists as he sinks into you as deep as he can. He begins moving with short, shallow thrusts, his hands moving to the bed to hold himself up. You let your arms fall back to the bed, framing your head as he moves, quiet moans leaving your lips as he ruts into you.

“That’s it baby.” You moan. “Just like that.”

He’s loud, groans and moans tearing from his lips as you squeeze around him, finally growing completely hard inside you. He’s not going to last long, you can tell as sweat beads on his forehead, his hair damp from the exertion of his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans. “Such good pussy.”

You tilt your head back, meeting Jesse’s gaze. His hand is slowly stroking his cock. He’s got that glint in his eyes again, a smirk tugging at your lips before you let out a moan that would make a pornstar jealous.

Brian’s hips stutter as you squeeze tightly around him, his cock throbbing inside you. You grin at Jesse, fangs glinting in the dim light of the lamps in the room. He rises from the chair as Brian continues to fuck you, moving to the end of the bed. You drag your hands up Brian’s arms, circling them around his shoulders before pulling him down against you, angling his neck right at your mouth.

You meet Jesse’s gaze as you sink your teeth into his throat right before he can cum. You tear into his throat, cutting off his surprised yell as you rip at his artery, soaking your chest in blood. Jesse pounces from behind, sinking his teeth into the other side of his neck, sending more blood dripping onto you.

Brian struggles but he’s trapped between you, his body jerking as you drink his blood. He tastes exactly how you’d expect, musty and sour, but it’s still blood and you’ve been thirsty all night. Brian’s body goes rigid before he goes limp, his heartbeat slowing in your ears until it stops. You drink the last of the blood that flows onto your tongue before pulling back, Jesse shoving his body to the side where it falls in a heap beside you. You stare up at Jesse, your face and chest coated in blood. He stares down at you, blood trailing down his neck from his lips.

“He didn’t even make me cum.” You say, pulling Jesse down against you. Brian’s blood smears from your body onto his but you don’t care as you press your lips to his.

“What a weak man.” Jesse groans, his cock throbbing against your stomach. “You should have seen it from my angle, rutting into you like a dog.” His arms cage you in, one hand cupping the back of your neck. “You are a goddess. You deserve to be treated as one.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling Jesse closer. “Then show me how I deserve to be treated.”

He smirks, shifting his hips until his cock presses against your entrance. You’re slick and wet from the thrill of feeding, and from the unsatisfying rutting you had been forced to endure. He eases into you, stretching you still despite the fucking you had just been doing. You moan, clinging to him as he works you open.

His lips press against yours, smearing more blood on your face but you don’t care. The bed is soaked, and so are you, but you can’t find it within yourself to care as Jesse slowly grinds his hips against yours. He groans against your lips as you clench around him, pulling his cock deeper into you.

He begins thrusting into you, slow and deep, his pelvis brushing your clit with every movement. You moan into his mouth as his fangs catch your tongue, your blood dripping in his mouth. A shiver runs through him as he’s reminded of the night you turned him all those decades ago. He sucks on your tongue, snapping his hips harder against yours. You pull back with a moan, head tilting back as pleasure rushes through you. His lips trail down your neck, licking at the blood on your skin.

“Jesse!” You cry, nails biting into his shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop!”

“Never.” He groans against your throat, getting close himself as you squeeze around him. “Anything for you, mistress.”

You mewl at the title, pulling his face up so you can stare into his eyes as you cum, body trembling as white hot pleasure rushes through you. His lips part in a moan, eyes rolling back as he cums, spilling into you. His hips jerk as he fills you, body falling against yours. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as he whispers praises in your ear.

He pulls free of you once you’ve come down from your high, rolling off of you and tugging you into his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, trailing your fingers through the blood on his skin.

“His wife will thank us when the police search his house.” You muse, draping a leg over Jesse’s.

He hums, fingers tracing your back. “So will all those women.”

“And the poor girls.” You say, getting comfortable against his side. “Another successful night.”

“I agree.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Another creep removed from the world.”

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nahoney22 · 7 months

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I would like to request a Jesse x Fem!Reader, where reader gets discharged from a lengthy hospital stay and gets to go home, where her partner Jesse picks her up and takes her home and cares for her. Its a very self indulgent request i must admit. It can be sfw/suggestive or nsfw if you like, but mostly i‘d love some caregiver!jesse 🥺

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Relief

Jesse X F!Reader

word count: 781

After being discharged from hospital, Jesse shows you just how much he missed, cares and loves you.

warnings: 16+ as there is implied sexual content but nothing explicit. female reader, mentions of hospital visits and reader having a bad autoimmune system, slight angst but fixed with lots of fluff and comfort. Established relationship.

Authors note: thank you for the support always bestie. Enjoy, sorry it’s a little on the shorter side. ily 💜

After what felt like an endless cycle of blurred days and nights, the comfort of home beckoned. Your autoimmune condition had warranted an extended stay at the hospital, and although the memories of long hours and less-than-stellar meals lingered, there was a beacon of hope waiting for you on the other side.

You had been with Jesse for just over a year now and never had you been so lucky. He was the perfect blend of kindness, humor, and of course - undeniable good looks. So, it wasn't surprising to find him eagerly waiting for you in the lobby, his foot rhythmically tapping the floor. But when his eyes met yours, any signs of impatience melted away, replaced with a beaming smile.

"There’s my girl," he greeted with a joyous grin, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your cheek.

Mustering a weary yet content smile, you replied, "Here I am." Your smile widened in delight as he gracefully unveiled a bouquet of your favourite flowers from behind his back. "Oh, Jesse," you murmured, "you really didn't have to."

"No," he smirked, arm confidently linking with yours, guiding you as he flagged down a cab, "but it made me happy to."

With a content sigh, you both settled into the taxi, heading towards the sanctuary of your home. The mere idea of being enveloped in the soft embrace of your own bed was enough to make you feel more relaxed. Jesse's eyes were fixed on you, tenderly observing the visible signs of your exhaustion. But, he was smart enough not to voice his observations. Instead, he pulled you closer, letting you nestle into his side for the duration of the ride.

A short while later, the familiar setting of your home welcomed you. Stepping inside, you inhaled deeply, reacquainting yourself with its comforting aroma. Overwhelmed by the warmth and familiarity, you sank into your couch, releasing a sigh that echoed your longing. "I've missed this so much," you murmured, gazing up at the ceiling. As your gaze wandered, a realisation dawned. The place was spotless. Not a single trace of dust to be seen anywhere.

Catching your surprised expression, Jesse chuckled, "Thought I'd do a bit of tidying up."

Your laughter joined his as relief washed over you. The realisation that he'd taken it upon himself to do every little chore that was pending made your heart flourish.

From the laundry to the dishes, from taking out the trash to scrubbing that stubborn grout in the kitchen sink you'd been meaning to tackle – everything was done.

"Jesse," you whispered, admiration and affection swelling within you. Although you two didn’t share a home, mostly due to Jesse's commitments with the GAR, seeing the lengths he'd gone to care for your space during your hospital stay only deepened the bond between you.

Jesse's face lit up with a touch of pride as he then pointed towards the fridge. "I also prepped some meals for you." He admitted with a sheepish grin, "Though, I won't guarantee they're gourmet quality – cooking isn't exactly my specialty." His hand instinctively went to the back of his head, a gesture he often made when slightly embarrassed.

“Anything would be better than the dirt they serve in there.” You shudder at the cold gruel you were offered.

Overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, you responded, "I can't begin to express my gratitude." He settled down beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around you protectively.

"You could start by resting and taking it easy," he said with a playful smirk, his lips gently brushing your temple. His fingers began to work magic as he moved them into your hair, massaging your scalp and making you sink further into his embrace.

"That sounds perfect right now," you admitted, stifling a yawn as relief washes over you. Curling even closer to him, you whispered, "I love you."

"And I love you," he replied, ensuring both of you were covered with a throw blanket before starting a holomovie, the volume just low enough to be comforting. Cherishing moments like these was essential because they were so rare.

That evening, Jesse managed to whip up a surprisingly delicious meal. The two of you shared stories and laughter, catching up on all the happenings you missed while you were away. And as the night grew deeper, he effortlessly lifted you, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and carried you off to bed. Even as passion ignited between the two of you, kisses turning into heated dances and breathing turning into soft moans, Jesse's touch remained gentle. And his whispers held promises and love that saw you through the night.

Oh, how you missed him.

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Friends Don't Kiss Like That

Jesse/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,791

Summary: You never wanted to force him to put a label on the relationship you shared, because even if it was purely physical, you didn't want to give it up. But maybe you should have just talked to Jesse about your feelings, because it turns out that the two of you had slightly different views on the way things were.

Warnings: implied sexual content

Note: i absolutely love this fic and i've been hanging onto it for months because i didn't want to lose my joy over it, but i think it's finally time to share it with the world.

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He never stayed too long, even though you wanted him to. Unfortunately when you worked on a Jedi Cruiser, there were only so many ways that you could disappear at the same time without it being too suspicious. It was already one of your saving graces that Jesse already had a reputation for taking long showers, and that his brothers never suspected that this is where he went when he disappeared.

The other saving grace was the fact that you had private quarters, and you didn’t have to worry about anyone barging in while you participated in some much needed stress relief with one of the battalion’s ARC troopers. There were always a few times that you managed to convince him to stay a little longer and lay with you, but those moments were few and far between. Usually it ended with labored grunts, slightly sweaty kisses, and whispered promises to do this again soon before he had suited up once more and looked both ways down the hall before returning to the barracks for the rest of the night.

You never knew exactly how he felt about you, because no label was ever put on your relationship. It was both polite smiles in the mess hall and secret love bites left in places only you and him would ever see, professional and intimate all at once. You didn’t even know how to approach the topic with him, because what were the options? Clones could get in big trouble if they were caught in relationships, and you didn’t want to lose your job at the GAR. It was almost easier if neither of you said anything, because then you didn’t have anything to deny should something happen and the secret came out. You weren’t together, even though you desperately wanted it to be the opposite. Wartime meant that people would have to make sacrifices, and this simply had to be one of them.

You were currently laying on your bed with him, having put some of your clothes back on after you finished. He was in nothing but his black body glove, the different pieces of plastoid that made up his armor scattered all across your room. “What do you want to do when the war is over?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” was your response. “I think I’ve spent so much time in the GAR at this point that I can’t imagine my life without it.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, someone knocked on your door. His eyes widened at the sound, and you were sure that you had a similar expression on your face. It was the middle of the night, who could possibly be knocking on your door at this time of night? You stilled, hoping that if you didn’t move a muscle then whoever was at the door would simply try to reach you in the morning (at a more reasonable hour).

But the sound came through again, and you just quietly tiptoed out of bed, pulling on the tops and bottoms to your GAR-issued sleeping clothes before starting to approach the door. It was then that you realized something: Jesse’s helmet (which was pretty damn recognizable) was sitting on the table next to the door, and it would be instantly visible to whoever was on the other side when you opened it.

The knock sounded for a third time, and you quickly grabbed Jesse’s bucket, throwing it to him on the bed. You must have not done a good job in aiming though, because you heard a thunk (followed by a whispered swear), which you tried to cover up with a loud “one moment!” - hopefully to appease whoever had decided to bother you at this time of night.

Hoping that your appearance didn’t give away the activities you had been previously engaging in, you grabbed the handle of the door and cracked it just enough to get a peek at who was standing outside, and you were met the face of Captain Rex. “Captain!” you said, your voice jumping higher than it usually was. “What can I do for you?”

“When he got a look at your outfit, Rex frowned. “Did I wake you?” he asked worriedly, looking down at his wrist to check the chrono that rested there. “Oh, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“It’s okay,” you said, feigning a yawn and hoping that Rex really did think you were asleep previously, and so he didn’t step inside and see one of his ARC troopers slightly sweaty and laying in your bed. You stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind you (you’d rather Rex see you in your pajamas than him realize Jesse wasn’t in the barracks like he was supposed to be). “Is there something important I need to know?”

“I just stopped by to give you some forms,” he said. “Most of the men on the ship right now have a mandatory training session tomorrow to brush up on hand-to-hand combat skills and I wanted to ask if you’d be willing to help with some of the more administrative things while I’m there.”

“Of course, that is my job after all,” you said. “If everything is digital, why don’t you send it to my datapad and I’ll take a look at it tomorrow.”

Rex nodded and held out a small stack of flimsi to you before responding. “I came to bring you these too, they’re the only ones that aren’t digital, and I’ll send you the rest when I get back to my office.”

You nodded in response, and the captain turned around to leave. “Rex?” you called out, causing him to stop and look at you. “Go back to your room and get some sleep.” He made a small noise of indignation, but did turn around and start to walk in the direction of his quarters, which you counted as a win (even if he was just doing this to make you think he was going to sleep and would actually make a detour at the last second).

When you stepped back into your room, Jesse was still laying on the bed. “That was close,” you said.

“Too close,” Jesse said. “I should probably head back now.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but any reasoning you had died in your throat. You weren’t together, who were you to keep him here? And what if your selfish desire to cuddle with him all night got your relationship found out? There had already been one close call tonight, you didn’t need any more. So instead of saying anything, you just nodded, watching him collect the pieces of his armor from around the room (where they had been hastily discarded when he arrived) and put them back on.

With a smile and kiss to your cheek, Jesse was gone, and you really wished it didn’t have to be this way.

***

Life on the Resolute went on, and soon you were once again laying in your bed with him, having just finished a particularly steamy rendezvous in your private ‘fresher. In nothing more than your underclothes at this point, you just stared at each other, and you dreaded the moment where he would tell you that he had to leave.

But instead, the conversation took a whole different turn. “I think the boys are starting to get suspicious.”

“About us?”

Jesse shook his head. “I don’t think they realize you’re part of it, but they’ve started to realize that I sneak away from time to time.”

“Oh,” you said, heart sinking as you considered the options from here. “We can-”

“I think it’s time to tell them,” Jesse said, and you just looked at him with a confused expression. “They were bound to figure it out eventually.”

“Tell them what?”

He looked at you with an odd expression on his face. “That we’re together.”

It took a moment for you to register his words. “We’re together?” It definitely wasn’t your finest moment, but in your defense, there didn’t seem like a better way to say it. For so long you had pined for something more with him, for the kisses and soft glances you shared to allude to something other than a physical relationship, and now you were finding out that you had possibly mis-interpreted this entire thing?

“I thought we were,” he admitted quietly. “Unless there’s someone els-”

“No!” you responded, cutting him off. “I just- we never talked about what we were, so I assumed you only considered this a physical thing, and that we were friends in all other senses of the word. I always wanted more, but didn’t want to lose you.”

Jesse’s expression softened, and a quiet laugh escaped him. “Cyare,” he said, leaning in real close. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I certainly don’t kiss my friends like I kiss you.”

“Then why didn’t you ever say anything to me?”

“I thought you wanted to keep things under wraps.”

“I wanted to protect you!”

“If you’re referring to that rule against clones being in relationships, I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he said, leaning to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

You were not as blasé about the whole thing. “And why is that?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Because the general is in a similar situation right now, so I think he’d understand. And I trust my vode with my life, they wouldn’t say anything. Besides, I think Rex already knows, he said something to me about you the day after he showed up here in the middle of the night.”

You sighed quietly. “I know, but I still worry.”

“How about this, we can wait a little more, but if someone asks, tell them the truth,” Jesse suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” you said with a nod. “Although…”

“Although what?”

“You haven’t actually asked me anything about progressing our relationship.”

His eyebrows raised at you in mock disbelief, but he played along. “Well then, I have to fix that.”

“I’m waiting.”

“Will you-” a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“Do me the absolute honor-” now his lips moved down to your cheek, kissing you once for each word.

“Of being-” a kiss on your nose this time.

“My girlfriend?” His lips ghosted over the corner of your mouth, and you knew that he was being a little infuriating on purpose.

“Yes, you idiot,” you said, wasting no time after that to pull him closer to you and kiss him soundly.

Jesse groaned into your lips, and you had a feeling you might need to shower again after all was said and done, but you didn’t care one bit.

- the end -

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