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samspenandsword · 2 years

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Summary: Kinktober Day 8 — Creampie with Jesse Pairing: Jesse/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; unprotected PIV sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, cumplay, mentions of marking, mild dirty talk, language, some frankly obscene and unneeded imagery but ya know lol Word Count: 1.0k

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Jesse was a vocal lover, always encouraging you with grunts and groans that told you exactly how much he enjoyed your trysts whenever he was planet-side. And Jesse was not shy about letting everyone know what the two of you had been up to. Not in terms of announcing his exploits to his brothers in all its explicit, sexy detail. But in terms of leaving hand-shaped bruises on your thighs from when you were riding him, just low enough to peek out of a pair of shorts or the skirt of a dress. He also loved to leave purple marks everywhere you would let him — your neck, your shoulders, your collar, the swell of your breasts, the inside of your thighs, your hip, the dip of your tummy down into your core, even your back. He was also prone to offering you his civvies — the few he had — though more often than not, the sight of you in his clothing riled him up enough to the point where they were torn off your body in seconds, your back pressed against the nearest surface for another round of fucking.

And Jesse fucked good.

And he made sure to leave his mark on you in every way you would let him.

Your bedroom was full of the sounds of your heavy breathing, the obscene, rapid slap of slick skin against skin, your blissed mewls, and Jesse’s dirty encouragement.

“Oh, fuck, babe, right there, right there! Yeah, that’s it.”

On and on Jesse went, his voice slipping into a deep, growling tone heavy with lust. It sent you wild, your hips grinding furiously as you impaled yourself on top of him over and over again.

“Jesse!” you gasped, your voice tipping up as he thrust his hips up into yours at a slightly different angle, one that punched right into a spot that made you see stars.

Jesse grinned, the Republic cog across his face wrinkling along with his eyes and the bridge of his nose. The same eyes that never failed to make you feel like you were the sexiest thing in the galaxy. The same nose that pressed so wonderfully to your clit as he ate you out like you were his last meal. Jesse’s grin was entirely dirty, the sight of it bordering on pornographic and making you gasp just as much as the angle of his cock in your pussy.

Maker, how could one man be so damn hot?

“Something feel good, babe?” Jesse teased.

“Fuck — you —”

“Mmm, and you’re doing such a good job of it, too.”

You couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped between gasps of breath. Jesse was the only partner you’d had who could make you laugh so easily and comfortably even with the biggest cock of your life balls-deep inside you.

Jesse laughed lightly too, before he leaned forward and deftly rolled you beneath him.

It was all you could do to not scream as Jesse practically punched into you, his hips angled just perfectly to hit that spot over and over again. As both of you climbed, beginning to reach your highs, Jesse’s hips thrusted faster. You felt your legs begin to tremble with the force of your coming orgasm, and when it hit, you clamped down hard around Jesse, your thighs and pussy a vice around his hips and cock.

“Fuck, babe! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Jesse! Jesse!”

Jesse came hard. He always did, his hot seed literally spurting inside you, coating your walls in one of the most delicious, sensational feelings the galaxy could give you.

Jesse pumped into you almost lazily now in comparison, slowly pushing himself in your walls as deep as he could go as he came down from his high. Slowly, as his breathing began to calm, so did his thrusting. Finally, he pulled out, sitting back on his haunches. You winced slightly, just as you always did at the loss of his heat and thickness.

Your chest still heaved with the force of your orgasm, your muscles turning to jelly as you relaxed into the afterglow. You went to make a remark, likely something sarcastic or blithe, but saw that Jesse’s gaze was transfixed on something. On you.

And not just on you, but on your little pussy, glistening with your release.

You huffed a little laugh, amused. Jesse did love making a mess of you after all.

Jesse slowly dipped down, hands going to your thighs as he lowered his head towards your core. Those gorgeous brown eyes of his were fervent as he watched the most perfect, pearly glob of his seed bud from your pretty pussy and decorate your puffy lips.

His cock instantly began to harden again.

You grinned above him, gently clenched, and watched as Jesse’s gaze only continued to darken as more of his spend leaked and smeared onto every crevice of your lips and pussy.

Jesse couldn’t help it. He reached out and dipped two of his fingers into your walls to gather more cum, smearing it everywhere he could — swirling it around your clit, teasing his way up to your navel, dipping down again, spreading his two fingers so they framed your pussy lips, dragging them down the length of your sex, trailing his pearly mess behind, all the way down to touch just barely to the tight ring of muscle beneath your cunt.

Just another way for Jesse to not only make a mess of you, but to leave his mark on you in the most hot, sexy, intimate way possible.

And he knew you loved being made a mess of, being marked, just as much as he did.

“Something tells me you’re not done,” you quipped with a grin as Jesse suddenly yanked you down the bed, his hard cock slapping to the skin just below your navel.

Jesse returned your grin, a rakish, lustful, toe-curling, shiver-inducing, pussy-tingling thing.

“Not even close, babe.”

And if Jesse made a mess of you and your pussy no less than three more times that night, well, you most certainly were not complaining.

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coffeeandbatboys · 2 months

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Hey! I already sent one in and the Rex cuddles one was so good!! But if you are looking for more I could ask another. According to @moonlightwarriorqueen if I’m not matched with Hardcase it would be Jesse. So maybe Jesse 😜 and 10?

YESSS! Finally! our resident thicc boy 😂 Moonlight knows her stuff too. She’s amazing!

Thank you to @the-bad-batch-baroness @vodika-vibes and ofc @moonlightwarriorqueen for helping describe Juicy Jesse 💀

Prompt: sending little selfies or pictures throughout the day when they’re apart

Warnings: Jesse being charming, lots of suggestive comments, reader is referred to as female, and is dress shopping. Kira is just a random name. She’s reader’s friend tho? Kix cameo because where there’s a Jesse there’s a Kix.

Insatiable (Jesse x Reader)

The holopic flickered up on your comm, brandishing Jesse’s infectious smile and Kix’s tired glare. You smiled.

“What’s my girl up to?”

Your insides fluttered, reminding you that the owner of said smile belonged to you.

“Dress shopping for Kira’s wedding”

You sent a picture of yourself in one of the options you'd picked out. The light blue satin fell around you quite perfectly, hugging your waist and billowing around your ankles. The back went way down in a v-shaped dive, which you knew would drive Jesse absolutely mad.

“Oh cyare, you look absolutely amazing, but if you went to the wedding wearing that I don’t think I’d last three minutes through the reception.”

You smiled, giggling in the dressing room.

“Too bad, Jess. I told her we'd be there and you’re my plus one. I guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

You could practically hear his groan halfway across Coruscant.

“Oh come on Mesh’la.”

You smirked, having far too much fun with this.

“Or, perhaps I could find something else? I think I saw one with wayyy too much fabric on the sleeves.”

“Stars, no.”

You giggled again.

"Wish you were here with me."

"Me too. I'll see you at home, ok?"

Something akin to pride swelled within you at the simple thought of him calling your place home.

"Yeah. Love you."

"Love you more, Mesh'la. Be safe."

He was sitting on the couch by the time you returned with a box of takeout and the garment bag slung over your shoulder.

Oh, maker.

Jesse had a way of sitting with his legs wide apart, and when he was in his armor it only highlighted how thick and toned his thighs were. The sight would often make you a little weak in the knees.

"Hi," you cooed with a shaky voice, setting all of your baggage down to the side, favoring his open arms. You pressed your lips to his in a thankful greeting. He sighed happily and settled his hands on your hips.

"Did you have a nice day, cyar'ika?" he murmured as you pulled away.

You nodded, bending down to pick up the dress and the box of takeout. You stole another glance—that was really a stare—at him in all of his glory, but mentally slapped yourself when he smirked and asked,

“See anything that tickles your fancy, Mesh’la?”

“Oh, it tickles more than just my fancy.” You blurted before you could catch yourself.

He smirked again, this time giving a deep chuckle.

“But I’m hungry.” You added, holding up the steaming box of food.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked like he was trying not to burst out laughing.

“For actual food, Jesse. I don’t wanna have to warm it up if it gets cold. Not as good.” You corrected him, finishing your scolding with a kiss.

He relented and joined you in the kitchen as you split the takeout between two plates.

However, you’d definitely be going for *seconds* later.

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 9 months

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Okay, okay, okay! I don't know how I missed this this morning! (Yes I do, I was dehydrated and words were hard lol)

But! For your event~

Jesse, 300 words, SFW or Spicy (I know how finicky plot bunnies can be, lol) and "When was the last time you ate?" With a fem!reader. Pretty please?

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Hunger

Jesse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Jesse x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: suggestive themes, food issues, food play kink if you squint reallyyyyyyyy hard

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: Vod'ika my love 🥺 Thank you so much for participating and sending in such a great ask! Technically, prompt #3 was slept, not ate, but the idea I had was too good to pass up, so I rolled with it 🥰 This one made me feel a little 🥵 Not gonna lie. So, please enjoy 💚

It was a long day at work, and you are happy to finally be home so you can shower and have a well-deserved nap. However, only moments after your apartment door shuts behind you, you are greeted by a perturbed Jesse. Oh no. You’re not sure what has his feathers ruffled, but he’s making that scrunchy face, so it can’t be good.

Jesse sits down in the chair, propping his legs up on the table, fingers interlaced behind his head as he leans back. He glares at you from across the room. You know it’s coming, at least you know something is coming. You haven’t been home for more than ten seconds and he’s ready to grill you like he’s a detective in the Coruscant Guard.

Jesse raises a suspicious eyebrow. “When was the last time you ate?”

Oh, that. You fidget with your fingers. “I had a twizzler two hours ago,” you answer.

“That’s not food,” he says.

“Technically, it is,” you argue.

“Technically, it’s not,” he retorts.

You sigh. “I’m not hungry.”

“I need you to eat,” he says.

“What do you want me to eat?” you ask.

“Anything,” he says.

A devilish thought crosses your mind and you smirk at him. “Anything?”

“Food!” he adds when he catches your drift. “Anything that’s food!”

“Killjoy,” you pout.

Jesse takes a deep breath to compose himself. He swings his legs off the table and walks over to you, leaving no gap between your bodies. He trails the back of his fingers down your cheek in a soft caress, ending his journey by grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips are barely a breath away from yours, but still too far to touch.

“What if I feed you?” he whispers. “What if eating could be… pleasurable?”

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toomanybandstocare · 1 year

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{How Jesse Falls Asleeps & What That Says About Him}

Program: Just how he falls asleep when he's deployed and when he has the luxury of being at home in your arms. Where feels safe and loved.

Pairing: Jesse x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Counselor Notes: I am in so much pain rn and would love a cuddle from Jesse :( I feel like he would just wrap me up and squeeze me or rub my achy muscles.

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Jesse cannot go to sleep if the room is filled with mixed emotions or distress

He always ends the night on a good note, because he thinks it's important not to bed upset or mid argument/disagreement

If the barracks is too quiet, he'll make a crappy joke to make his brothers groan or have a pillow thrown at him

But when the barracks face the solemn silence of loss (either a brother, friend, or battle), Jesse will wait until the lights turn off to shed his tears and make his pain heard

Just because they were forced into the war and have to endure the pain of loss everyday does not mean these men aren't affected by it or mourn each loss

He wants his brothers to know this is a safe place to be vulnerable and share these emotions even if it's in the privacy of the dark

As much as he doesn't want to admit it, Jesse does struggle with frequent nightmares

There's absolutely nothing wrong with having to face them, but he's terrified that his mind has the ability to twist reality and those he cares about into images of horror

Needs a cool wash cloth on his stomach or the back of his neck to fall asleep again after a nightmare

Jesse sleeps almost in a bundle or whatever warmth he can find - pillows, blankets, a spare set of blacks

He just wants to something to support his aching muscles the few hours of the day that he can relax

This man is so chatty when the two of you are together

He loves to hear about your day and share any shenanigans the boys have gotten into or something that reminded him of you on one of the planets he just visited

You two tumble through all different cuddles during the night

Jesse just wants to feel your body tucked into his and match his breathing to your own

The way you two wake up is never the same as to how you fall asleep, which leads to a morning greeting of laughter

Jesse loves how soft you feel, regardless of tone or relaxed muscles, and how mumbly you get just before you slip into sleep

He gets all fluttery knowing that he's lucked out to be with someone so caring and loving

When you catch him sleep mumbling, it's always a string of your name mixed with mando'a compliments that make your heart go fuzzy

-> Jesse is incapable of falling asleep without making sure everyone is okay, comfortable, and safe. -> His needs and care come second when there's anyone nearby that could need his help. ->When he has the chance to spend the night with you, he wants to ensure that no matter the time of day that you know he is wholly devoted to you.

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knightprincess · 1 year

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Forgive me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 6

Warning: None, just a little bit of light teasing

Words: 1.6K

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"Will you just ask her already" commented Fives, looking to the trooper so often branded as his twin? Jesse was nearby along with Hardcase, both of them nodding along. Jesse had long since grown tired of Echo's flirting, even more so to watch the Arc Trooper make a fool of himself. Yet none the less, he encouraged all his brothers to find love.

"Kix" called Hardcase, a sharp chuckle escaping from his chest. "How's your little task going?" asked the hyperactive trooper, a mischief glint in his eyes. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Echo. The Arc Trooper shot a dread-filled look between Kix, Fives, and Hardcase, Rex close by also looking between the group, although his eyes glimmered with curiosity, a small amount of mischief sprinkled in. Kix soon looked up from the datapad he'd been reading over, checking over the list of supplies that needed ordering before the 501st shipped out again.

"You mean trying to convince Snap to give this idiot a chance right?" questioned Kix, a cheeky grin coming to his lips mere seconds later, a soft chuckle escaping him soon after. Even more so when he saw the horror pass over Echo's features. Almost as if the idea of (Y/N) knowing about his crush on her, was a nightmare come true. Fives stood close by, for the first time at a loss for words, although it suddenly made sense by Kix had been hanging back at the medbay when Snap was there.

"Makes you wonder what the Wolf Pack thinks of it" announced Jesse, he could recall coming across Comet during the last trip to 79's. The Wolf Pack in their normal booth, howling every now and again. That being a rare occasion Wolffe seemed to be letting his guard down and enjoying himself, although he was still keeping a close watch on the boys. Comet had asked Jesse how Snap was doing, asking if the boys of 501st were treating her right, and if she'd punched anyone yet. Jesse had answered the questions, at the time he'd been tempted to divulge the information about Echo's secret crush, but soon thought better of it. Especially when Echo was so determined his little crush, firmly in the secrecy aisle, determined he was going to put his duty as a soldier before his own feelings and desires.

"Think of Wolffe as the protective older brother" called Rex, knowing Wolffe had truly taken to (Y/N), as had a few others who had the delight of working with the civvi medic. A chuckle escaped Rex upon recalling an incident that had landed the tough Commander in the military cells for the night. Octavius had been hassling (Y/N) throughout her downtime on Coruscant, constantly bugging her and not seeming to get the hint she didn't want to be around him let alone talk to him. Wolffe in his drunken state had punched the civvi, although he'd been taken back to the military base by Fox, the other Commander had simply told Wolffe to sleep it off and hadn't reported anything.

"We both have a duty to do" voiced Echo, finally regaining his confidence and will to speak. "Plus I'm a clone, we don't have the luxury of choosing what we do. Of having the freedom to love and live a life outside of the war" elaborated the Arc Trooper. Not seeing the way Rex look down, clearly remembering Cut, who had willingly chosen to desert the Republic and the war in general, he'd chosen to live peacefully on a faraway planet, as a farmer, with a wife and kids. To those who knew of Cut, they considered him to be by far the bravest of the clones, as he'd gone out there and gotten what he wanted, he made something out of his life, that was more than existing only so he could die in a war, only so he could become another name few in the republic would care to remember.

"Ever think maybe Snap is just waiting on you?" asked Cody for the corner of the durasteel room, the room itself acting like an echo chamber and bouncing his otherwise calm voice around. The room soon fell into silence. Rex looked in the direction Cody's voice come from, whereas Echo and Fives both seemed to freeze in their position. Hardcase on the other hand soon began to move around again, his hyperactive nature preventing him from staying still longer than a few seconds. Jesse on the other merely shook his head before beginning to clean his blaster, a ritual he did before and after every battle, in a way it settled his nerves.

"I forgot to ask, where is Snap?" asked Hardcase, bouncing on the spot now, Kix was close by, finishing the order for the medical supplies, already guessing Rex had finished his own ordering, for the extra blasters, ammo and plastoid armor they were always in need of. The rations too.

"She's attending her sister's wedding. Although reluctantly" responded Kix, recalling (Y/N) hadn't been excited about the wedding, if anything she appeared to be the opposite. She had dread in her eyes as she all but dragged herself to leave the military base the day prior. Almost as if she knew the wedding wasn't going to be any fun, but another way for Isolde to torment her further. Another way for her eldest sister to show off and make fun of others. "She'll be back the day after tomorrow unless we get another mission before then" added Kix.

"Fine, I'll ask her when we return from the Citadel assignment" sighed Echo, finally surrendering to what his brothers had been encouraging him to do for weeks on end. Fives could only grin from next to him, patting his twin on the shoulder, resisting the urge to let the comment that come to mind pass through his lips. Maybe Snap would give him a kiss for good luck.

"I'll hold you to that" announced Fives, her cheeky grin remaining unmoved. "If you don't then I'm setting you two up on a blind date" commented the Arc Trooper, chuckling as Echo practically begged him not to do it. "Or Hardcase would just outright tell her" added Fives, Hardcase confirming he would do just that, a second later with a small comment Damn right I would.

"Would be nice to see her smile again" whispered Echo, admitting a truth he was determined few others would know. He knew Tup was right about a few things, such as (Y/N) being a civvi thrust she was free to love as she pleased, something the Jedi were forbidden from doing, even if most had broken the code at some point or another. Yet at the same time, Snap had also proven there were some rules even she found ridiculous, such as the troopers not having proper representation in the Senate, despite them being on the front lines of the war and constantly making the biggest sacrifices.

"Who would have guessed Snap would have been the one to get our Echo to break the rules" commented Cody, now from beside Rex. At some point, he'd quietly made his way over. The great Captain attempted to hide the shadow of a smirk, fighting to appear on his lips. Although he was unsure which had tickled him more, Cody being under the impression Echo hadn't broken any of the rules before, or Echo being secretly willing to discard the rules when it come to Snap.

"You act like Echo isn't already a rule breaker. Rex normally has to retrieve him and Fives from the cells after a night of drinking" voiced Jesse from the opposite side of the room, not bothering to hide the enjoyment he was getting out of the situation at hand or miss the chance to tease Echo that bit more. Fives soon chuckled, recalling Rex had been down to the military prison that many times, all he had to say now is I'm here for my Arc Troopers.

"I recall having to get you from those cells as well. Most recent one being after you thought it would be a good idea to stand up while piloting a speeder" quickly replied Rex, chuckling to see Jesse's cheeks begin to heat up, although he was drunk at the time, it was clear the trooper recalled what had taken place. It still amazed Rex, no one was hurt and no accidents had been coursed. Although there were a few angry citizens and police droids involved.

"Wait, Jesse got arrested again? Where we me and Echo at the time" asked Fives, amazement lacing his voice to think he'd missed something like that. Or at least hadn't heard about it until now. Echo soon began to chuckle, it quickly registering with him, they were likely already residents of the military prison by that time. Especially if Rex's deadpan expression was anything to go by.

"Already tucked into the cell that's reserved for us" laughed Echo in response, watching as the realization washed over Fives, and how Kix looked over as it was obvious where the pair were. Even Hardcase had an expression that asked if Fives was serious with his question. Cody and Rex on the other hand merely chuckled to themselves. A comment escaping Cody, regarding Snap being able to keep the boys in order. Another escaping him suggesting it was something he wanted to bare witness to if it ever happened.

At the same time, Cody began to wonder what the angelic medic would be like when working with some of the others, including the unorthodox Clone Force 99. She'd already shown she could handle the toughest, just as Snap had proven she wasn't afraid to flirt back with those who would find the courage to flirt with her. Especially Gregor.

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starrylothcat · 5 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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dystopicjumpsuit · 7 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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masterjedilenawrites · 1 year

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Falling For You

This is my gift for the #cloneficgiftexchange, for the lovely @arctrooper69! I'd heard Jesse was the least requested character in this event so I think I have to pick him from your list of options for this prompt! 😁 Poor guy just needs some love...

Please go check out the @cloneficgiftexchange blog for all the other contributions to this great event! Fics are being posted all throughout today (4/8). Spread the love for fandom writers/creators by reblogging!

Jesse x fem!reader | 6.1k words

Content: light angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, injury, pining, fluff, flirting

Prompt: "I know you said you were falling for me but I didn't expect you to actually fall."

Jesse was a huge flirt.

Everyone knew it. He knew it. For reasons you couldn't comprehend, the skilled and strong ARC trooper, with so many good qualities to his name, put an incredible amount of effort into making "huge flirt" his identifying trait. From little winks to obvious showboating, from cute nicknames to devastating pick-up lines, Jesse made his way around the galaxy with nonstop charm.

You'd been amused at first. You'd never known someone so unabashedly flirtatious as him. It was always the highlight of your day to see him saunter up to your desk with a silly eyebrow wiggle or a teasing comment about your glamorous life as an accountant for the GAR. Even seeing him flirt with others made you laugh. Their reactions to him, ranging from bashful giggles to exasperated eye rolls, broke up the monotony of your day like nothing else could. If you'd had to pick back then, you would've said Jesse was your favorite of the clone troopers.

And then one day, he'd crossed a line. Not in an inappropriate way or anything; no, somehow he always managed to be respectful in that regard, even with his more suggestive comments. It was a line that, once crossed, took your feelings into actual "crush" territory. That, you now suspected, was the start of all the misery you currently felt.

He'd called you a hottie. Not the most intimate or special of names, but it had struck a meaningful chord in you.

"Are you kidding? You're a hottie. A total babe. There'd be a line out the door of guys trying to buy you a drink. Right fellas?"

He was responding to an offhand comment you'd made about not being the type of girl to fit in at 79's. Jesse and a few of his brothers were trying to round up a group to visit the clone bar later that night. Maybe the others had agreed with his flattering response, but you hadn't listened beyond that one word.

Hottie.

Not once in your life had anyone described you that way. Hot, sexy... heck, even just attractive... those weren't words anyone associated with you. The few times your appearance was complimented, it was more along the lines of cute. Maybe pretty if you dressed up a bit. You'd spent your whole adult life up to this moment believing you were undesirable to the opposite sex. Jesse changed your mind.

And after that, he was the only man you had eyes for.

His flirting stirred something different in you. It was a mixture of both pleasant tingles and sour pain. Pleasant when his comments were directed toward you. You ate it up, not bothering to hide your blushes as it only egged him on. You wanted his attentions, as much as you could wring out. And sour when he approached others with the same moves. You didn't just want his attention; you wanted all of it. Seeing him make someone else blush and laugh reminded you of all your insecurities, all the ways you knew you were inferior. You wavered back and forth between loving Jesse and all his charms, and hating how quick he was to just give it away so freely.

The 501st had been back on Coruscant for R&R an almost two full weeks now. Plenty of time to send you spiraling. You saw Jesse almost everywhere you went. In the mess hall, in random hallways, at your own desk because apparently it got good sunlight in the afternoons and he cared about that sort of thing.... The only place you could find reprieve was your living quarters, where you found yourself crumpling into bed with emotional exhaustion each evening.

Even when you didn't see Jesse you still heard about him. All of your friends and colleagues around the base were chattering about whatever smooth compliment he'd paid them that day. There was an ongoing debate in the accounting office over who the sexiest clone was, and your ears couldn't help but turn red every time you heard someone arguing for Jesse. And it was guaranteed you'd hear some story over the caf machine about his moves on the dance floor at 79's the night before. You often scurried away before you could catch any further details, like whether he took anyone home with him. Even if it meant you never got to make your caf the way you liked it.

It was ridiculous how crazy this guy was making you. You were convinced he'd only called you a hottie because you felt sorry for you. Right? How else could he put you in the same category of all these other people who were clearly so much better looking. But sometimes, just for a few minutes in the morning, you'd look in the mirror and pretend you were attractive to him, and this lovely feeling of butterflies washed over you. It was the best feeling, to think that someone like him, Jesse, could want you.

And so you'd carry that light and fuzzy feeling around until you inevitably heard another bar story or saw him flash a smile to some random civvie, and then you'd come crashing down in insecurities all over again.

Just when you were considering maybe seeking some professional help, you found yourself crossing his path just outside the training rooms.

"Whoa!" Jesse exclaimed as you both rounded the same corner and almost collided. He quickly reached out to grasp your shoulders and keep you from falling over. His chest, you immediately noticed, as it was mere inches from your face, was bare and dripping in sweat.

"Easy there, cutie," he chuckled, the first to recover from the surprise.

Cutie. A far cry from being hot. You shuffled back and mumbled an apology, finding it difficult to meet his eyes. Equally difficult was not staring at his shimmering muscles. Your eyes flitted around, searching for something else to fixate on instead.

"What are you doing down here? I thought you said accountants didn't work out. Something about your bodies only being a transport for your heads?" He gave another chuckle and started dabbing his face with a towel. You were surprised he'd remembered that joke you'd made months ago.

"Oh, um..." You were still awkwardly looking around the hallway and it took you an embarrassing amount of time to remember why you were there. "Yeah no, I was uh, meeting with a manufacturer. Had to get some quotes to replace some of the exercise equipment."

Jesse's face lit up just as your eyes flicked to his. Your stomach twisted pleasantly.

"We're getting new equipment? Finally! Half my workout is just trying to get the kriffing treadmill to turn on."

"We'll see," you quickly tried to warn him from getting his hopes up. "It's not cheap, and with the increases in spending for munitions this quarter, there's not a whole lot of funds left to allocate for things like this. I'll have to make a pitch to shift some assets around, or possibly delay that upgrade to the... what?"

You noticed Jesse was chuckling again.

"Oh I love it when you talk budgets to me, sweetheart."

You could feel your cheeks heating up. You weren't sure how to respond, which seemed to amuse Jesse even further. He playfully swatted the towel toward your side as he started to go past you, ready to move on to wherever he'd been headed before.

"Hey, you doing anything later? You know, after you're done with all those funds and assets and whatever?"

You turned to see him walking slowly backward, waiting for your answer. Was he asking you out or merely making chitchat? It didn't seem like a casual offer, or an afterthought, though you couldn't be sure.

"Um, depends." It was your default line anytime someone asked about your availability. Vague enough and non-committal in either direction. You never got trapped into plans you didn't want to be part of, and you were never impolite about it.

"Depends?" he quirked his eyebrow and stopped walking. "Well aren't you a coy one. Didn't realize I'd need to impress you so much."

You weren't sure how to respond to that either. You were all sorts of tongue tied and you were still doing a poor job of not checking out his chest.

"Okay, okay, hear me out," he went on, not seeming too put out by your response. "I know you're not into the bar scene, but there's gonna be this local band at 79's tonight... they do more acoustics and vocals, so, you know, it'll be pretty low key. And a lot of the guys are set on getting tattoos tonight which means it won't be as crowded. I don't know, figured you might be more into that?"

"And... this would be... with you?"

For the first time, you started to see cracks in Jesse's confidence. Just barely. Hairline fractures. Subtle enough to fool anyone who wasn't paying attention, but as evident to you as if they were your own. Jesse cleared his throat and slung the towel over his shoulder, trying to play it off.

"I mean, yeah. If you wanted to. I just have tonight, we finally got our next deployment and it'll be a while so... well, you know, just wanted to spend my last night here with some good company."

This time you did know how to respond, but for some reason your voice wouldn't cooperate. You wanted to holler Yes! and jump for joy, wrap your arms around his neck and give him a smooch. ARC trooper Jesse, the debonair soldier, the only man you had eyes for, was asking for your company.

You heard your name followed by a Hellooo? and suddenly there was a hand waving in front of your face.

"I'm trying to ask you out, girl. You gotta give me something here!" Jesse laughed, and the warmth in his smile brought you back to reality.

"Yes," you breathed, and then swallowed and said more clearly, "yes, of course! I... I would love to."

"Really?"

You nodded enthusiastically. Jesse made a little fist pump.

"Yes! You had me worried for a second there." He started walking backwards again. "But okay, cool. Um, I gotta clean up, and then we got a few mission briefings. Let's meet there at, say... 5? Happy hour, so first round can be on me."

He winked and you giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

"5 o'clock," you confirmed.

"Can't wait, beautiful!" he called over his shoulder as he finally turned around skipped through the fresher door at the end of the hall.

* * *

The rest of your day went by at an agonizing pace, but you finally got off work and could have a little moment of celebration in your quarters, complete with squealing into your pillow and dancing all around. You didn't have too much time to get ready, which ended up being a blessing as you would have surely spent hours cycling through various outfit combinations. You were able to pick the first outfit that came to your mind - cute, comfortable, and very you - without doubting or changing your mind. You spent the rest of your time taming your hair and calming your nerves.

Your anxieties only crept in occasionally, asking such annoying questions as whether you were the only one he'd asked out like this during his time off, or whether he would've found a way to ask you even had you not run into him in the halls.

But there had been joy in his smiles, relief in those tense and deliciously muscular shoulders when you'd agreed. He'd seemed so genuine. How could you worry about whether you were good enough when he'd very clearly asked you out?

So you shoved those pesky thoughts to the side, in a way you hadn't known how to do earlier when there were so many unknowns and uncertainties about the situation. Jesse liked you, he wanted to spend time with you before leaving. That was that.

You got to 79's only a few minutes early and placed yourself comfortably at the bar to wait. He'd been right, it was not crowded or boisterous at all. There were still plenty of people, clones and civvies alike, but enough booths were still open that you wouldn't have trouble finding somewhere to really relax once Jesse showed up.

You gave him about twenty minutes without worry. His meetings could've run long, or the Coruscanti traffic could've held him up. No big deal. You asked for a water from the bartender so you didn't seem rude, and patiently sipped through it while you scrolled on your datapad to pass the time.

As 5:30 drew nearer, though, you began to get concerned. Was he okay? You cursed yourself for not asking for his number, just in case. You glanced around the bar, wishing someone from his troop was here so you could ask. You decided to chance talking to an older, bearded clone who sat just a few seats from you.

"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know anyone from the 501st, would you?"

The clone nodded back with a little laugh. "I know some. The ARC troopers, anyway. They're regulars. Doesn't look like they're showing up tonight though. Were you wanting to meet them?"

"Well, I had a date with one. Jesse. I guess he's running a little late. Wasn't sure how to get ahold of him, make sure he's okay."

The clone's eyes narrowed.

"Jesse? Huh, didn't picture him for the dating type. Well, anyway, maybe you're right, just running late. Here, let me order you a drink while you wait."

Now you felt awkward. Silly. Just a silly little girl, sipping a silly little cocktail, waiting for a silly little date she was probably too excited for to begin with. That was always the danger, wasn't it? Get your hopes up too high and it hurts that much more when they come back down.

5:30 turned into 6. Couples passed by, filling up seats around the band that had finally started playing. Clones came up to the bar to order, passing you a pitying look before taking their drinks back to their pretty dates.

6:05. What if he had meant 6? What if you had mis-remembered the time? No, you were pretty sure he'd mentioned happy hour, and there were signs all over the bar about that hour being from 5 to 6.

6:10. Whatever you would've found to do on your datapad had you stayed home for the evening didn't seem to exist now that you were here. You fiddled with a napkin, folding and unfolding until it was falling apart.

6:15. You started thinking about what time you should call it quits and head home. Was it weird you hadn't left by now? Should you have tried harder to get ahold of him sooner?

6:17.

"Hey beautiful! Oh good, you got a drink." Jesse was suddenly by your side, draping an arm around your back and placing a quick peck to the side of your head. He then leaned forward to catch the bartender's attention, not seeing your look of incredulity. Behind him was another trooper, one of the 501st medics, who gave you a polite nod but otherwise looked too grumpy to be there.

"Sorry I'm late, Kix here was moping in the med bay and I had to literally drag his ass off the floor to get him over here."

Jesse was all smiles as he leaned an elbow on the bar and finally took a look at you. He whistled.

"Damn, you look great!"

You were momentarily speechless. You didn't know what to make of this. The casual apology for his tardiness, the fact he'd brought someone else along. But then a couple beers were placed on the counter and he swept them up, nodding his head toward the wall of booths in the back.

"Come on, let's find some seats!"

You hesitated only for a moment before getting up to follow. He'd finally shown up. The evening wouldn't be a total waste. You could talk to him about it later, and definitely make sure to swap numbers so this wouldn't happen again.

Jesse and Kix slid into opposite sides of an empty booth in the far corner, positioned slightly behind where the band was set up so there wasn't a great view. Jesse patted the seat next to him for you to join and gave you another dazzling smile as you slid in.

"You really do look great," he said in a low voice by your ear, making you blush and conjuring up memories of that time he'd called you a hottie. He had his arm along the back of the booth, just behind your head, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him from such a close position.

"Thanks, so do you," you whispered back. He laughed and shook his head, but you meant it. He had a blue sort of vest over his blacks that made him look fit and clean. He also smelled nice and it took all your willpower not to lean in to take a big whiff.

"Hey, lighten up, grouchy pants," Jesse called over to Kix, who was glaring into his beer like it had personally offended him. Jesse raised his own beer in a salute. "This is way better than crying on the floor."

"I wasn't crying on the floor," Kix huffed. "And how is this better? I can't even see the band from here."

"Music's meant to be listened to anyway," Jesse shrugged him off.

"What's his deal?" you asked.

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Some girl he liked made fun of his tattoo idea and now he won't get one."

"I shaved my head for it and everything," Kix lamented.

You held back a snicker. You wished you could ask Jesse why his brother's woes meant he needed to join your date. But not only did you not want to seem rude, but the band switched to a new song that had a faster tempo and for some reason the volume also increased as a result. You were having a hard time hearing your own thoughts; conversation with Jesse would be even more tricky.

The next hour passed in an awkward blur. Jesse flagged down a waitress to refill your cocktail, calling her all the same names he'd been calling you today. Sweetheart, cutie... You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach.

Two more rounds came after that, and you gladly downed each drink just to give yourself something to do. You tried asking him a few questions to get to know him better, but he'd end up turning his answer into some kind of a joke. Most of them were pretty funny, but after a while you got frustrated that he wasn't actually sharing anything with you. He did try to maintain a few conversations, but it was hard to keep things flowing when the band alternated between soft, twinkly instrumentals, and noisy, upbeat rock vocals. And then there was Kix, who had taken up sketching new tattoo ideas on napkins and would ask every five minutes to give your opinions on them.

And then the rest of the 501st piled in, proudly showing off their new ink around the club. Jesse seemed delighted to see them and waived them over, much to your disappointment. He pulled at your arm to get you to slide further into the booth with him, making room for a few clones to slip in, clunky armor and all.

"What you do think?" Hardcase stood at the head of the booth, unabashedly holding up his shirt to reveal a continuation of the blue lines on his head down across his torso.

A chorus of opinions and stories erupted. Fives was trying to reenact Hardcase's squeals as he'd gotten tattooed. Rex was trying to get the clone to pull his shirt back down. Several were ragging on Kix for not joining. And Jesse was laughing hysterically through it all.

You loved to see him so happy, you really did. And maybe it was just the four drinks that were now messing with your head, but you couldn't shake how out of place you felt, sitting in a booth surrounded by clone troopers on what was supposed to be a date between you and Jesse. You had nothing to contribute, no reason for them to pay you any attention. You sat in the middle of a group of people you barely knew, feeling more alone than you had when you'd been waiting at the bar.

Just as you were wondering how you could possibly get out of the booth without making a scene, Kix finally caved in to Fives's nagging about getting his original tattoo idea after all, and the whole lot collectively shimmied out of the booth. You felt Jesse's hand on your elbow, guiding you out. You turned to him once you were both standing.

"Are we really going to a tattoo parlor now?" you asked, hoping he'd see how badly you didn't want to be part of this plan.

"It'll be quick. I think there's an ice cream place near too, we can go there when we're done."

He flashed a reassuring grin and it almost gave you a little bit of hope back. You couldn't remember if you'd ever told him you loved ice cream or if it was a lucky guess. But when you tried to ask if you could just hang out at the ice cream place while the others went for more tattoos, Jesse had already turned to jump on Kix and give him a hard time about crying in the med bay again.

Your ears were ringing from a combination of alcohol, loud music, and annoyance. You couldn't take it anymore. You stepped aside from the group and just gazed at the man who had supposedly wanted your company, and now seemed more content to be in the company of others.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Rex, looking over you with concern. "Are you alright? You don't look so good. Do you want us to take you home to rest?"

You shook your head, all you could manage in response at first. Tears had suddenly sprung into your eyes, you weren't sure why. Maybe because it was the first time someone had offered to do something you wanted tonight.

"Are you sure? I can get you some water or...."

"No, thank you," you finally found your words. "I can get myself home. I'll be fine."

"We can take you..."

"No, really, I'm fine. Just, tell Jesse I'll see him tomorrow before he leaves, okay?"

You hurried off before he could offer any further help, and before you would be caught with tears down your cheeks. You didn't want to make a scene, you didn't want to ruin Jesse's fun. But you didn't get far before the clone was calling your name, grasping the back of your arm and turning you to face him.

"Hey, what's the matter, sweetheart?"

If he hadn't used a nickname, you might have tried to play it off. But you remembered distinctly, even in the midst of your intoxication, the last person he'd called a sweetheart was the waitress in the busty crop top. Something in you snapped.

"Am I a joke to you?"

And there they were, those small cracks in his confidence, reemerging and widening before your eyes. Realization pulled the edges apart more and more as you spoke.

"You made me wait for over an hour. Do you know how ridiculous I felt, sitting at that bar all by myself, wondering what time meant you didn't actually care? And then you did finally come, and not only did I barely get an apology, and definitely no acknowledgement of how much my time you wasted without good reason, but I also didn't even get a proper date. I had to sit through all your flirting, only it wasn't directed at me, but to another woman who's paid to pretend your jokes are funny. You didn't answer any of my questions about yourself. You didn't even ask if I wanted a different drink, you just kept ordering the same one. The music also sucks, by the way. And now we're headed off to hang out with your brothers, people you see every day? While I'm the one you're going to leave tomorrow when you deploy?"

You weren't shouting, and somehow you'd even managed to hold in most of your tears, but your exasperated rant did have the intended affect of making Jesse feel like shit. You could see it written all over him. Remorseful eyes, pleading hands on yours, mouth opening and closing in a desperate attempt to find the words to make things right.

"And you know what really sucks?" you continued, feeling your speech start to slur a bit more in your emotional exhaustion. "I do still like you, Jesse. In fact, I think I've fallen for you. You're normally so good, so attentive and... and... simply wonderful. I just don't understand why you couldn't be that way tonight. For me."

Something dawned on you, something you'd suspected before, all those times you caught him flirting around the base with everyone he came across. Those insecurities found their way back to the surface and claimed their victory.

"It's because it's me, isn't it?" you choked. "You don't really care for me, do you?"

The tears were definitely going to fall now. You could hear him saying your name, you could feel him gripping your hands more firmly, but just then the rest of the 501st went marching by, oblivious to the moment you two were caught in, hollering after Jesse to get his ass out the door before they kicked it. It was distraction enough for you to slip out of his grasp and make a beeline for the refreshers.

The ladies room was on the second floor, a narrow flight of stairs serving as the only barrier between you and your chosen hideout. Unfortunately, it created the perfect storm. You were halfway up, alcohol complicating your ability to balance, tears clouding your vision, and apparently at some point earlier in the evening, someone had left a nice puddle of their insides on one of the steps.

You heard your name being called from behind, startling you, just as your foot made contact with the vomit. You turned, slipped, and next think you knew, you were tumbling painfully down the steps. Later, you'd be grateful that you were unconscious by the time you reached the bottom, crumpled on the floor beneath the only man you had eyes for.

* * *

You regained consciousness with a splitting headache and a heavy heart. You remembered everything almost immediately.

It took a few moments for your vision to swim back into focus, revealing a curtained-off corner of the med bay where you were laid on a gurney with a thin blanket draped over your frame. You could tell you weren't wearing the same clothes from before based on the odd, stiff texture you felt against your skin. Possibly a medical gown? One of your arms was also hooked up to an IV, the monitor glowing faintly off to the side.

In front of you, in what little space was left between the bed and wall, was Jesse, pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. He was clearly in distress, wringing the edge of his shirt and looking for all the world like he was waiting for news on whether you'd live or die.

As conflicted as you still felt about your first date with him, you figured you'd better put him out of his misery.

"It's not that bad, is it?" you croaked out.

The clone wasted no time in rushing to your side, trading his shirt for your free hand, grasping it so tightly you winced. His palms were sweaty.

"No, no Kix said you were going to be fine," Jesse reassured. "Just a cut on your head, there, above your eye."

You touched at the indicated spot, feeling a short row of stitches along your eyebrow.

"And a few bruises on your back," he added. Made sense why you were now in a medical gown, they had to check for further damage. "And the IV is for your hangover.

You groaned. "Well if this isn't the most embarrassing thing I've done..."

Jesse made a sort of gasping laugh, like he was surprised to remember there was humor in the galaxy. "Yeah. I know you said you were falling for me but I didn't expect you to actually fall."

You glared over at him, but only for a moment. He was a deer in headlights, waiting to see if his attempt to lighten the mood had gone too far. You started laughing, a silent laugh that still shook your chest enough to hurt. You went back to groaning.

"You know I'm still upset with you."

"I know, I know," Jesse hurried to affirm. He scooted a chair over to be closer and looked up at you with those soft, brown, desperate eyes you'd last seen in the bar. He truly looked miserable. "You have every right to be. The date was a disaster and it was all my fault. I was an idiot, I never meant to make you feel that way."

You nodded but didn't have anything else to say that you hadn't already.

"And for the record, you're not a joke. You're far from it. You're... you're..." He was stuttering, licking his lips as if parched. You'd never seen him - Jesse, the huge flirt - act so unsure of himself, especially when trying to pay a compliment.

He reached for your hand again but held it more gently this time, more reverently. He studied it, as if the words he needed were written on your skin. "It is you, but not in that way you thought. It's always been you. For me. But I guess I did a piss poor job of making sure you knew that tonight."

He flicked his eyes back up to yours, questioning, cautious.

"So..." you tried to wrap your head around what he was confessing. "All those things you've said, about how I looked, and how smart I am... all that. You meant it?"

"Of course I did." Jesse gave you a small but sincere smile.

"But... you've said all those things to other people, too. Did you mean it to them?"

His smiled fainted as he thought about your question and what his flatteries looked like from your perspective. He bowed his head for a moment before looking back up at you. "I just want people to feel good about themselves. One of my first experiences off of Kamino, I came across this woman who'd lost her husband, and that wasn't something we were prepared for. All the ways the war actually hurt people. But then I started talking about her hair and how it looked like silk, and she just lit up. And I don't know, I guess I got addicted, making other people feel good like that. You never know what someone else may be going through. They can be smiling and still need that little pick-me-up, you know?"

Your gaze never wavered from him as he spoke. This was more than you ever knew about the man, and you couldn't deny how it made your chest feel simultaneously tense and mushy.

"And yeah, maybe I lay it on a little thicker sometimes when I'm actually interested for myself, you know, not just making someone's day better. And you don't know who may fire back until you shoot your shot. But I'd always hoped it'd be you. That's why I never gave up, even when everyone told me to. They said you weren't interested. I thought you were just shy."

"I am," you whispered, suddenly self conscious. It was clear now that the soldier had frequented the accounting office more than he had any other reason to, that it was not the only office to get good sun in the afternoons if that was truly his excuse.

"I wish you'd told me," you added. "This is the sort of thing I was trying to learn about you earlier."

Jesse's rueful eyes returned. "Ah, yes, on the worst date in history, brought to you by this dummy."

"It wasn't the worst. Bad, yes, but sadly I have been on worse."

Jesse didn't seem comforted by that. He shook his head. "Would it surprise you to know I, uh... I've never been on a date?"

You blinked at him in surprise.

"Not that that's any excuse," he quickly added.

"Right, but, you didn't know what to do." You felt like you were starting to understand him more. "You did what you knew. What you were comfortable with."

"I kept making jokes because I thought if you weren't laughing then you weren't having a good time. I kept ordering the same drink because I didn't know you might want something else, I thought that was what you wanted and I wanted to..."

"You wanted to make me happy."

"And you wanted to feel special."

You gazed at each other for a long moment, exchanging looks of regret and realization. It was an unfortunate evening, but probably not avoidable. There had been enough misunderstanding from both of you that would've always led you to the same moment. You couldn't have known how the other felt, what they wanted, where they were coming from, until you'd gotten to know each other. And you couldn't have gotten to know each other without the misalignments being revealed.

He was the first to speak again, still feeling miserable about the whole thing. "I was late. I could've at least got that right. I lose track of time, sometimes. I don't know why."

He hung his head but you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze to show him you were okay, and he relaxed in your grip in return, giving you a relieved, though still sheepish, smile.

"I wish you weren't leaving tomorrow," you said quietly. "I feel like we need a do-over on our date now."

Jesse perked up. "What do you mean? This first one's not over yet! There's still time to redeem it."

You looked about the room. "Doesn't seem very romantic. No food. No music. I'm in a tacky gown."

"Nonsense, you look hot."

Jesse held up a finger and ducked behind the curtain. He was gone for only a minute, but your cheeks were still flushed by the time he got back.

"What, you like that one? Hot?" he grinned.

You looked shyly away but still gave a nod.

"Noted."

He had a handful of what looked to be protein bars and a datapad that he deposited onto the bed beside you.

"Food, aaand..." he tapped a few times on the pad until some sort of lo-fi jazz started playing, "... music."

You giggled. "You stole these from Kix, didn't you?"

"His office is in the next room," Jesse laughed with you. "I know it's not glamorous and you deserve a much better do-over from me, but..."

"It's perfect," you whispered, grabbing his hand again. "There is one thing, though."

"Yeah?" he asked eagerly.

"Well, this cut on my head is kind of hurting. Maybe you could... kiss it better?"

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of your mouth, but you knew with Jesse they'd be received well. And boy did his face light up.

He wasted no time in leaning over you, carefully placing a hand by your side to brace himself, and bringing the other up to cradle the opposite side of your face. His breath ghosted over the stitched up cut, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Then he finally planted his lips softly over it, letting them linger for a few seconds before pulling back.

"What other names do you like?" he asked, his voice low but tinged with a sort of playfulness that kept the mood light in the midst of these more intimate gestures. "We'll take them off the table for anyone else. They'll only belong to you."

He'd sat himself down next to you and was now lifting up the hand with the IV. You watched, enamored as he brought it toward his lips.

"I like sweetheart," you breathed.

He kissed just above where the IV was taped, a smile behind his action. "Sweetheart. What else?"

"Beautiful."

"I meant, what else is injured so I can kiss it?" he teased. You used your hand to swat at him, even though it hurt a little, and he laughed.

"There were bruises on your back right?" he pretended to lift your gown and you swatted again, this time with your good hand.

"That sort of behavior is for the second date, sir," you laughed. "Or maybe the third or fourth. We'll see."

Jesse brought a pair of protein bars around and made a mock salute with you. "To future dates, then, beautiful."

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Congrats on 3000 followers! That is TRULY amazing, and you deserve every single one, your work is amazing ❤️ IM A FAN GIRL LOL

Can I please request a “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.” with Jesse? That bald tattooed head fkn flusters me to high heaven. NSFW, as smutty as you feel, fem reader pls. THANK YOU ILYSM 💕💕💕💕💕💕

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Jesse X F!Reader

word count: 1.5k

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prompt:

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! Established relationship with a female reader. Consensual smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, praises, dirty talk, swearing, light dom!Jesse with a slightly sub reader. Reader wearing stockings and lingerie. Couch sex. Not proofread.

authors note: sorry for the wait lovely. Hope this is fine. Love you @starqueensthings 💜

As you lay on the plush couch in your apartment, your fingers lightly brushing against the silky fabric of your stockings, you fixate your gaze on the door before you. The anticipation swells within you; he's finally back, and you have a delightful surprise in store for him.

In the lead-up to this moment, your playful and flirtatious messages have been exchanged back and forth, igniting a fiery excitement that burns between the two of you for the last week.

Knowing he'll be home any minute, you slip into something more enticing and comfortable, a mesmerising lingerie set that Jesse had once admired while window shopping with you several months ago. His words of admiration echoed in your mind, inspiring you to go all out for his return.

As you listen intently, the sound of approaching footsteps quickens your heartbeat. The familiar beep signals his arrival, and the door opens with a soft hiss, revealing your significant other standing there, taking in the sight before him. His eyes widened with desire and passion, the room suddenly charged a certain type of energy.

"Well, well, don't I feel like the luckiest man alive?" he exclaims, his voice tinged with desire and appreciation.

A mischievous smirk graces your lips as you playfully tilt your head, feigning innocence. “What makes you say that, Trooper?”

He corrects you with a hint of arrogance, but you find it utterly captivating. “That’s Arc Trooper to you.” He says proudly, chest slightly puffing out.

“My apologies, Arc Trooper.” Your voice is laced with a sultry tone and you grin internally as he gulps upon your words.

Folding his arms over his chest, he comes closer until he stands just a few feet away, his intense gaze roaming from the top of your head to your toes. He struggles to stifle a low moan that threatens to escape his throat, the sight before him rendering him nearly powerless. "If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next."

Meeting his hungry eyes with your own, filled with desire and a touch of mischievousness, you reply, “Now, why would that ever be a bad thing?” Unwilling to back down from the teasing exchange, you decide to take matters into your own hands—or, more accurately, onto your knees. Slowly, you shift position, facing him with an alluring intensity, your eyes conveying a magnetic message of desire. The tension in the room heightens as you give him a tantalising show, your every movement calculated to captivate him.

As he steps closer, his tall figure now looms over you. He looks into your eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze. With a gloved hand, he gently strokes your cheek, his thumb moving to trace over your lower lip, hinting at his playful mood. "You've been quite a naughty girl," he says teasingly.

You bat your eyelashes, playfully responding to his comment. Unable to resist, you lean in slightly, your lips softly meeting his thumb, giving it a tender, affectionate kiss before encasing it between your lips and very gently suck. He lets out a deep, contented sigh, his emotions evident in the sound.

"I've missed you so much," you confess once you pull back, your voice filled with genuine affection and longing.

"Not as much as I missed you," he admits with a hint of longing. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a passionate and intense kiss. His touch is firm but tender. Deep and fiery. He doesn’t even shy away when it comes to slipping his tongue into your mouth, parting your lips which elicits a grateful moan from you.

Your hands rest on his strong stomach as you both revel in the moment. "You’re so,” he now murmurs against your jaw, placing affectionate kisses along its curve, “perfect.”

The sensation sends shivers down your spine, causing you to lean back against the couch, caught up in the thrill of his affectionate advances.

His lips lower and lower until he finds that sweet spot against your neck, licking and gently nipping at your skin that makes you giggle his name, your panties getting increasingly wetter with every touch. “Needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Jesse.” You rasp, eyes closing as he cups one of your breasts above the silky fabric, feeling your stiffening nipples.

Soon, he lowered himself so low as he trailed his wanting lips all over your body that he was on the floor and conveniently between your legs. His smirk is dangerous as he eyes you up like a meal, fingers caressing your thighs. “Can’t believe you’re all dressed up like this for me. You look amazing, baby.” He admires almost dreamily that it sends a heat straight to your core.

“Just for you,” you whisper, watching in anticipation as his right hand moves more inwards of your legs, teasing you relentlessly before he uses a single finger to stroke against the now soaked fabric to your panties that makes you jolt in surprise.

“Easy there,” he chuckles at your reaction, brushing over the thin fabric that separates his fingers from your pussy, “I’ll take care of you.”

You chew on your lower lip, your soft sighs of pleasure turning into deep moans as he hooks and pulls your panties to the side already parting your soft folds with his tongue.

Your pelvis involuntarily thrusts into his face, melting as he groans at just the taste of you. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a man starved, full of passion. “You taste so damn good.” You look down at him through watering eyes, seeing his eyes watching you intently as he sucks on your clit making you whine in pleasure.

He grabs your hips, fingers biting into your flesh and brings you closer to him, tongue digging deeper into your sopping core that makes you writhe, panting as he edges you to your climax. “Oh f-fuck, Jesse!”

He tsks against you, vibrations following. “Now that’s some naughty language, babe.” His hands now move to your thighs, keeping them spread as you couldn’t help but close them over his head whenever he hits that perfect spot.

“As much as I want to taste your cum,” he mutters as he pulls away from your clit with a pop that made you mewl and had your head rolling back, “I need to be inside you.”

You watch him start to strip for you, your eyes blown in desire as you take every inch of his gorgeous skin in. Your eyes land on his cock which stands deliciously erect as he shifts you into position on the couch, kneeling himself between your legs. “It’s been a while so I might be rusty,” he chuckles a little nervously but nothing that a quick kiss couldn’t solve.

“I’m sure you’ve still got some fire in you,” you grin against his lips before laying back down, allowing Jesse to press his swollen tip to your entrance.

He lets out a shuddering breath as sinks into you, grunting at your tightness. “That’s right baby, s-so good.” He pulls out before slowly pushing into you again, stretching you up slowly so he didn’t hurt you.

Your head falls against the couch cushion, whimpering in pleasure as he then fully sinks into you, his hand cupping your cheek adoringly as he drags his cock in and out of your flushed pussy.

“You missed my cock filling you up, huh?” He grunts raggedly, watching you writhe in pleasure beneath him as he thrusts in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

“Yes, so much!” You rasp, breathless as you elevate your hips a little, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he buries himself into you and hitting that soft spot within you better.

He sighs, biting his lower lip as his eyes admire your body that was dressed in a lingerie he always wanted to envision you in. “So fucking hot,” he almsot whimpers as he watches the way his cock slides in and out of you all the while you’re watching him in complete awe.

“Yes you are.” You pant which only urges him on, his pace getting faster and harder that has your nails gripping into your couch as he rocks into you, the couch creaking against the floorboards as he pummels into you.

“Not gonna last much longer baby,” he grunts, hand coming down to play and strum with your clit, your pussy clenches against his cock as you too near your high once again.

After a few more pumps and loud moaning that you were certain the neighbors could hear, he pulls out and paints your scanderlu clad body with strings of white, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead and temple. Your orgasm came at the same time, chanting his name until your body went limp as stars blinded your vision.

After a few moments, you sit up and glance at the mess he made on your lingerie and chastise him playfully, “you ruined your present.”

He chuckles, admiring you lovingly and plants a kiss to your lips. “Yes, yes I did.”

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Coffee’s 270 follower celebration!

This one is for all of my clone wars and tbb friends out there! I can’t guarantee that your favorite character will be on the list but they’re the ones I write best for.

Characters: Rex, Echo (tbb and tcw), Fives, Kix, Wolffe, Fox, Howzer, Mayday, and Jesse (all will be x reader)

What I won’t write: NSFW, x Male reader, anything that feels uncomfy.

All of these will be fluff and have a happy ending. There may be a smidge of angst or hurt/comfort but these are feel good fics.

How it works: send me a character, a number between 1 and 10, and one of these three emojis: 😜🥰🥹. Each one corresponds to a list of prompts that I have stashed a way in a secret compartment somewhere 👀! The number will help me choose a specific prompt and write your fic.

Open through Saturday March 30th!

Tagging @arcsimper5 @freesia-writes @techs-stitches @saggitary @clonethirstingisreal @sunshinesdaydream @askyourfox @bamfahsoka @snarkyfina @hshfsjzjsgj who might be interested

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emperor-palpaminty · 2 years

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hi! is it possible you could write a cute lil fluffy fem reader x fives fic where it has all the different times fives slips his hand in your back pocket bf style? i have a hc that he does this a lotttt and the 501st is all like um okay fives we have a mission to do haha if you could do this i would greatly appreciate it. thank you so much!!

So I 100% do this to my husband. One time we had painted my SIL's house and then I did this and everyone saw my handprint on my husband's butt. 10/10 Minty good work. This is 100% a Fives thing.

Not NFSW but there is PDA! Female Reader and Fives!

The biggest thing that had come with a surprise of dating Fives was the sheer amount of touching that transpired. You didn't really mind, and you always had known he had been a physical touchy-feely kind of guy, but it was always funny to see a big and strong ARC trooper constantly touching you as if you were his lifeline.

Being a mission support specialist, you were on base almost always. Personal feelings didn't interfere with work- but you still liked PDA being kept to a minimum. Professionalism and all.

Despite this, the touching remained, though more brief now. The man had approximately zero action or PDA filter.

You grinned as you examined the map, feeling Fives' head nestle into your shoulder and his hands slip into your back pockets. "Is the mission supported?" He mumbled, voice rumbling against your ear.

"Affirmative," You grinned as you resumed working. A steady routine had come- he would come after a mission- typically one where he was not seen for days or weeks at a time- shower, and immediately come to you. And who were you to deny him of some passive affection upon returning?

Fives kissed your cheek, thrice, grinning. "We have the best supporter here on base."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Happen to know all the other clones are jealous." Fives snugged his face into your neck. "Who isn't jealous of having someone as smart and beautiful as you?"

Behind him, Hardcase made a gagging sound, and Jesse groaned. "Fives. We have a mission to plan."

"I'm planning it."

"The map isn't on her butt, Fives." Hardcase squinted down at the map. "Wish it was, though. That would make your job a lot easier."

"I'm being helpful!" Fives argued, picking up his head only slightly as you wrote a few potential squadrons to move out on the map.

Jesse didn't even look up. "Oh yeah? What are you doing?"

"Supporting our specialist."

You giggled as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "Look, Fives," You turned your head, chin bumping his cheek. "I love you and I love when you touch me, but you need to be planning."

"I am."

"Oh, really?"

Fives bobbed his head in a nod. His nose bumped you. "There's a canyon on the western side of the map. Just about two kliks out- it'll be a bit longer but we can send in a small attack squadron to infiltrate from the back. Need full climbing and grappling gear, though."

There was a brief mumble of confusion as you moved the map, pursing your lips. "That is, if it's even climbable and has no sensors." You tapped on the cliff and produced a small model of it.

"A recon team, then?" Jesse asked.

Hardcase rounded the table, his own arms wrapping around Fives and leaning on him. You laughed, feeling as Fives' glanced back in shock. "Whaddare ya doing?" Fives tried to shrug him off.

Hardcase hugged his brother tighter. "Look! Hugging her made you think! Maybe it'll have the same effect on me."

You cackled, scribbling notes on the map still. Jesse's stool scraped as he rose from his seat, and he grabbed his holopad. "Good Kriff- we have a mission to plan-"

"Yeah!" Fives agreed. "And we're over here, working hard!"

"You're literally not." Jesse sighed as he moved towards the door.

Hardcase yelled from frapping Fives' shoulder. "Jesse! My brain juices are flowing. This hugging thing works."

You only heard a soft "I don't know how we got assigned to the same team," from Jesse as he left, followed by laughter from the three of you.

After a moment, Fives asked, "... Hardcase? Can you let me go?"

"Nah."

"Darling." Fives tugged on your pocket. "Help me out."

"Sorry, Trooper." You grinned as Fives' groaned, beyond Hardcase's exaggerated snuggling. There was no way that was comfortable with armor. "You got yourself into this. This is one mission I would prefer you support on your own."

#fives #fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper fives x reader #star wars #clone wars #clone wars reader insert #star wars reader insert #minty writes

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toomanybandstocare · 1 year

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{A Night to Remember}

Program: A shattered heart, shot glasses, and strobing lights start your night of selfish love. If a certain ARC Trooper makes his desires known and shows his vulnerable side to win you over for the night, who are you to shoot him down? After all, tonight was supposed to be a night forgotten, and Jesse has made it one to remember.

Pairing: Jesse x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (a lil), Suggestive (a lil)

Length: 3231w

Warnings: Drinking, Make out sessions (brief and at the end), Pet name (mesh'la), Reader's lips are described as pretty once

Counselor Notes: lmk what you guys think :) i've been working on this one for awhile, and feel pretty good about it. until i hit writer's block towards the end, and i knew i needed to just finish it. might do a follow up where it's a date and show more of Jesse's vulnerable/softer side?

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“So, are you going to tell us what happened?” Kiva pointedly asks you from across the booth. The Nautolan rests his fingers on the amber filled glass. Not a single sip missing from glass the moment he heard you order your night’s vice with edge in your voice.

A night out at 79s always starts with heartbreak and ends with new friends. The club hums full of life as music pulses through the air and colored lights allow glimpses of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. Some tucked away as they press against the wall and focus on their partners for the evening.

“Stood up,” you exclaim and press the heels of your hands into your eyes. Leaning your elbows onto the table, you peer past your fingers and watch as your friends send looks of sympathy and grimaces of similar experiences. “No comm message. Didn’t even tell the people we were meeting up with at the party either, so they all just tried to cheer me up. At least I didn’t have to think about paying for my drinks. They were all so sweet and upset,” you groan.

“Will you finally listen to us and give a trooper a chance,” Jared nudges your side. His warm smile barely masks the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“No,” you grit out after taking one of your shots. A chorus of groans and protests fill the booth with glasses scraping the table. “Not for the reason you think though,” you’re quick to explain, “I just don’t want to use any of them to get over this jackass. Clones, especially, deserve authentic feelings and care. I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I hurt one of them just to make myself feel better for even just a parsec”.

After sharing your thoughts, you pull your eyes from where you’ve been fiddling with the shot glasses in front of you. Kiva and Jared look at you with fond smiles that wash away the remaining pinpricks of frustration nipping at your neck.

“That’s so sweet,” Jared hums.

“And such bantha shit,” Kiva concludes.

A surge of shock hits you as both your friends press into your sides and begin pointing out members of the GAR they know in the crowd tonight.

“104th’s in the back corner. Always made sure my needs were fulfilled and very attentive,” Kiva subtly points across the club. Each man decorated in gray plastoid has a carefree expression across their face, but the predatory glint in their eyes sends a shiver down your spine. The one with a scar across one eye solely focuses on his date. Confidence exudes from him as one hand rests securely on the Twi’lek’s waist.

Realization strikes and you snap your head to face Kiva with a confused look, “Wait, aren’t you with Fives?”

Neither man provides any clarity for you, and Jared hums in agreement with Kiva. He drapes one arm around your shoulders as his other hand comes up to tap his fingers in thought on his chin. “True, but I think our friend needs something more carefree and fun rather than all consuming and,” Jared pauses while a wolfish smile creeps across his expression, “possessive in all the best ways”.

“Then I think we’re in luck,” Kiva taps your chin to look in the direction of a group of men just entering. “Looks like the 212th is also planetside”.

“The who?” you look between your friends and let your eyes fall on the group.

Both Jared and Kiva sigh at the same time, “You have so much to learn”.

“They’ll make you feel like you’re their life partner even if it’s only for the night,” Jared sighs and rests his head on yours.

It seems as if everyone in the room stops to admire or call out to the men still fully decked out in orange painted armor. Their helmets sit securely on their sides as their eyes scan the room. Each step is taken with purpose as they determine how the night will end. Brothers come up to them and slap their shoulder guards with congratulatory shouts. While most are excited for friends and dates to pull them away, on clone locks onto your both. A devastating smile tugs at his lips as he shoots a wink to your human friend before joining a group of troopers in blue at the bar.

“I somehow think he’s more interested in Jared,” you say and sink further into the booth cushions. Frustration mixes with the shot you throw back and stings the back of your throat. A warm tingling sensation washes over you with a bitter stab of defeat.

“As much as the 212th are passionate lovers, I don’t think they’re what you need for tonight,” Kiva snickers behind his glass. His eyes solely focus on something -- no someone -- at the bar as he takes a slow sip of whiskey.

You drag your gaze to follow Kiva’s, and to no surprise you find a certain clone with a lovestruck smile looking right back at him.

“The boys in blue are back home, baby,” Jared hollers, causing a couple of shouts to come from the trooper squad.

You roll your eyes and grab Jared’s practically full glass as your own. “Here I thought we were trying to find me a date. Silly me,” you mutter. You wince as the flood of fruit liquor invades your tastes buds, and your friends pull away from the booth. Both quickly weave their way through the crowd to take their place by their trooper’s side.

“I am so glad to see you, cya’re,” Fives exclaims and pulls Kiva into a tight embrace.

As much as he wants to tease his brother for being the sap he is, Jesse can’t tear his gaze away from the one person left in the booth his brother’s partners came from. The flashing lights highlight the curve of your neck. Collarbones just peeking past the collar of your top, and the teasing glimpse makes Jesse bite his lip. His eyes trail across your facial features as he watches the straw of your drink rest on your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lazily pulls it into your mouth as you take a deep breath before taking a sip. What does your sigh sound like?

“Who’s your friend, Kiva,” Jesse asks without looking away from you. Carefully assessing anyone who passes by your booth.

“You remember Jared, right,” Kiva barely pays him any attention as Fives presses his face into Kiva’s neck. Jesse can barely make out your name between the giggles falling from Kiva and mumbles from Fives.

Craning his neck, Jesse tries to make out what you’ve been drinking, but all the moving bodies block the glasses from sight. Excitement buzzing in his bloodstream as he pulls himself up from his seat. As he walks past the tangled, unofficial couple, Jesse arcs his arm over Kiva’s head to whack Fives with his hand.

“Di’kut,” Fives grumbles.

“Sap,” Jesse throws back over his shoulder.

With just a few steps, Jesse joins Rex, Cody, and Jared at their spots at the bar. Jared rests his fingertips on the top of Cody’s utility belt as the two clones catch up on their latest deployments.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I just had a question for Jared,” Jesse comes up beside where Rex sits. Cody raises an eyebrow and warily eyes Jesse.

“Shoot,” Jared faces Jesse. A smirk tugs at his lip as Cody’s fingers rest on one his belt loops.

“Your friend over in the booth,” Jesse nods in your direction. His posture stiffens at the sight of another clubgoer leans across the side of the booth and smiles at you. “What's tonight’s drink?” Jesse grits out. When the other patron lightly trails her fingers across your shoulder, a snarl pulls at Jesse’s mouth.

“Friend in the,” Jared’s words trail off when he looks back at you now laughing with the other patron. “I thought the plan was pretty clear,”Jared groans, “Shots of Corellian whiskey”.

A low whistle comes from Rex, “Shots? Even I won’t do that”.

“Get me a flight of Corellian shots,” Jesse grabs the bardroids attention. His words come out sharper than he intended, but his stomach knots as he watches you play with the woman’s braids.

“Plan?” Cody tugs at Jared.

“Afraid it’s a night to forget about an asshole,” Jared says and watches Jesse with amusement in his eyes. “Been trying to convince ‘em to give one of you boys a chance, but the thought of finding comfort with a trooper for just a night makes ‘em distraught”.

A soft expression falls on Rex’s face as his gaze shifts between the booth and his ARC trooper. “That’s actually sweet,” he hums and takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Biggest heart to ever love,” Jared nods, “but that also means the more pieces to pick up once it breaks”.

Rapping his knuckles on the bar, Jesse forces himself to take deep breaths. Not even waiting for the glasses to settle on the table, he takes a hold of the flights and walks over to your booth with determination. By the end of the night, he’ll do everything to make sure you’re only thinking about him. Tonight, you're his.

“How about another drink?” Elena asks. Her voice warm and inviting while her dark gaze causes your breath to hitch.

Before you can open your mouth to respond, another body slides into the booth. The metal flight of shots comes into the corner of your view on the table and a large hand rests on the apex of your thigh.

“Already taken care of,” a deep voice rumbles beside your ear.

Your body buzzes as the stranger’s warmth radiates from their body and presses into your back. Every deep breath they take slightly pushes you forward, but their other arm slithers around your middle to hold you tight to them.

“Next time then,” Elena winks at you and walks away.

Shallow breaths try to ease the sparks licking at your insides. Soft lips lightly trail across the curve of your shoulder as a deep chuckle fans hot breath across your skin. Flaming the bubbling heat coursing through your body.

Until your skin pricks from the lack of comforting touch all of a sudden. No longer wrapped up in their embrace as they pull away with a nervous laugh. “Sorry,” their words come out much softer. “I hope I didn’t come across too strongly, but I didn’t want to lose my chance to get to know you tonight”.

Thankfully, the abrupt sound of your body shifting around on the vinyl seat hides your small whine from the lost contact.

The moment your eyes meet the clone’s amber eyes, everything around you seems to fall quiet. You can just make out the faint shadow of a dimple at the corner of his plush lips in the dark lighting. Normally acts of flaunted confidence are received by an eye roll, but the way he leans in close enough just to give you an intoxicating taste makes you meet him halfway. One knee resting on the booth with an arm draped on the edge of the seat, his relaxed posture invites you to join him. Scooting closer, you lay your head on his arm and tentatively let your fingertips rest on his knee. His eyes widen with a growing smile at the sight of your flushed face, only for his eyes to darken when you trail your fingers across the plastoid guarding his thigh.

“Do I get to know who interrupted my chances of finding a date for tonight,” you try to ask with ease. Yet, the words seem to catch in your throat when his other hand returns to your leg.

“Why were you wasting your time searching when I’ve been in front of you the whole night,” Jesse’s voice is all but a low rumble. “Jesse,” he states with a firm squeeze to your thigh.

You bite your lip, desperately trying to hold the gasp trying to escape and breathlessly respond with your own name.

“Pleasure to meet you, Jesse,” you breathe out. Even with the dim lighting, you watch in glee as a soft blush kisses his cheeks.

“Pleasure's all mine, mesh’la,” Jesse matches your softness. His eyes flicker across your face. The electric pull they have on you only draws you in closer as they flash underneath the neon lights. “Cheers, to a night to remember,” Jesse’s hand leaves your thigh to grab one shot for himself and offers you another.

You roll your eyes and shoot him a teasing glare, “Let me guess. Jared set you up to this? Bet he told you my favorite drink followed by how it’s a night to forget”. Your fingers graze against his own as you take the shot glass from him. What was once a playful expression fully intended to make him a little excited, your gaze cuts across the rim of your glass and through him as you easily take the shot.

No matter how many bruises from sparring matches or how many battlefields he’s willingly run into, a cold wave of dread hits Jesse as he holds your gaze. “No,” he stammers and quickly downs the shot to not be rude. Before it can clink against the table, Jesse’s rushing to continue: “Well, maybe. Kind of? I asked him about you”. Both his hands fly in the space between you two, trying to clear the air. Although he’s all too familiar with the thrill of the chase when meeting a new evening’s lover, Jesse’s stomach twists at the sight of your raised eyebrow. Swallowing the shiny like panic, Jesse tries to reign in his emotions. You’re an ARC trooper for kriff’s sake - get a grip on yourself. Body posture still relaxed, but leaning away. Fingers pressing into the table- twitching either for another drink or to grab your card holder to book it out of here. There has to be something.

“I,” Jesse wets his lips, desperately trying to make the words flow. All sense of control and confidence dissipates from him though once his eyes fall on your lips. There it is. Slight smirk pulling your pretty lips and taking the edge away from your expression.

“You?” you hum. Resting an elbow on the table, you lean your head on your fist.

Within the few moments spent with Jesse, you’ve learned more about him just from how he carries himself than any conversation could reveal to you. A man who navigates the unknown world with a sense of confidence. A man who cares for those around him and goes to the furthest extent to show them. A man worth remembering.

“I,” Jesse lowly begins and slides closer to you, “have had my eyes on you all night. Watching how every emotion flickers across your face to create the most breathtaking expressions”.

He trails his hand lightly up your arm. Calloused fingertips ignite the tingling sensation you longed for with his fleeting touch.

“How, even though you’re sitting in a tucked away booth, you light up the room with small smiles and outbursts of energy through the night”. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, and warm breath fans across your already burning body. A chuckle rumbles when Jesse feels warmth radiating from you.

Drowning in his words, you can only focus on the gentle taps of his fingers as they fall across your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, it catches in your throat as your chest rises and meets his own. When did he get so close?

“How,” Jesse says as he drags his nose across your cheek bone and breathes in your intoxicating scent, “out of everyone in this club, your head only turned for me”. A rush of excitement hits him as ghosts his lips over your own. Jesse’s heart thunders at the whisper of your gasp.

Everything feels too much. All the alcohol floods your mind. The soft touches that make you twitch and squirm for more. Golden eyes that seemingly glow as they take all of you in, leaving you bare in front of him. Honeysuckle words that drip into the cracks in your heart and forge new connections. And those fucking lips.

“Jesse,” you say breathlessly. Sparks kiss your lips where the two of you barely meet. Just barely any space separating the two of you. Just enough space to make you dizzy.

“Yes, mesh’la,” Jesse hums. He presses his forehead against yours, and he sucks in a breath as your blown out eyes glimmer at him. Unable to keep any oxygen in his lungs, Jesse’s chest rises and falls fast. His hand travels across the material of your shirt, up the back of your neck, and rests at the base of your head. Fingers shaky as he rubs small circles.

Your arm long abandoned the table as your hands move up both thigh plates of his armor. Fingernails adding new scratches to the faded scuff marks and worn paint. As you slip a few fingers where his compression top tucks into the utility belt, your mind goes numb as the sound of Jesse’s strangled groan. His dark, amber eyes hold a challenging glint in them.

“Jesse,” you say again, almost in a reverent tone of need. Almost as if this man is the last hold on reality you can grasp as you tug him closer. “Jesse, I,” you try to continue. But the words melt on your tongue when his other hand wraps around your waist and pulls you tight. Letting yourself fall into Jesse, the two of you become tangled in each other’s hold.

“You?” Jesse teases with a growing smirk. At this point he can’t tell if he hears the deafening bass or his heartbeat in his ears. If he feels hot from the crowded club as patrons move all around them or if it’s all from the fire that you’ve ignited in him. Unable to tell where his body separates from yours.

“I never want to forget you,” you confess.

“Good thing I never want to let you go then,” Jesse whispers.

Before you process his words, Jesse’s lips press against your own and draw out a strangled moan. His tongue darts across your bottom lip, begging for permission to have the smallest taste of you. Parting your lips, your hands trail across his torso to press into his back and push him impossibly closer into you. Neither of you pay attention to the club goers or the hollers coming from the bar, as lust sends the two of you into a frenzy. His arm draped across the booth wraps around you and pulls you into his lap as it presses into the small of your back. Fingertips toying with the end of your top and barely touch your skin.

When you pull away with a chaste smack, Jesse chases after you. Heavy breaths fall between the pair of you as he rests his forehead in the crook of your neck.

“Jesse, come home,” you pant.

A lazy hum tickles your neck as he drags himself away from your embrace. When he straightens up, his eyes melt like honey when they meet your lovestruck gaze.

“I already am, mesh’la,” Jesse murmurs before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then, trooper?" you say and nudge him to look at you. Lips softly grazing against the corner of his mouth.

"And the day after that until death due us part," Jesse promises with a kiss.

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knightprincess · 1 year

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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 10

Warning: None Words: 1.8K

"A rogue Jedi" spoke Octavius, he'd finally gotten to (Y/N) without any interruption, not that she paid him any attention. For the most part, she ignored him in favor of literally anything else, whether that be mindless tasks to have built up over her rotations on the battlefield or seeing to the troopers who often needed her help. As of recent she'd been called to the Jedi Temple after the bombing in order to help tend to the troopers injured during the attack. The bombing had been the main topic of conversation throughout the GAR and for many residents of Coruscant. Some said it was a well-organized Terrorist attack, while others suggested it was the last resort of people wanting their voices to be heard.

"Her name is Ahsoka" responded Snap, an authoritative tone to her voice. The situation angered her to no end. Although she trusted the Jedi, she questioned how they had come to the conclusion Ahsoka of all people was responsible for the attack. "And she wouldn't do this, she wouldn't do anything that put innocent people in harm's way" commented (Y/N), she was all too aware there was a search for Ahsoka now. She too had been questioned by military personnel, specifically Tarkin. He'd been to the point and refused to listen to anything that didn't back up his own accusations of Ahsoka being responsible. There was just something about the admiral that made her uneasy, something about him made her question his loyalty and motivations.

"Jedi have gone rogue before. This war happened because one of their own turned" argued Octavius, a proud grin painted on his features, almost as if he believed he'd won the debate. Snap merely echoed Wolffe with her eye roll, clearly unamused by the situation but knew there was little she could do about it. Instead, her attention turned to the door, several other members of the 501st had been confined to the base as well. General Skywalker had taken a select few out with him in order to find Ahsoka, and General Plo doing the same. Wolffe had all but promised Ahsoka would be brought back safely, showing his care for the Jedi padawan.

"Hey Snap!" called Fives, his voice being heard long before the Arc Trooper made an appearance. Like many troopers he ignored Octavius, simply referring to him as the cryptographer. Mainly due to Octavius making his unsavory opinions about Clones known to anyone within earshot. He'd gained a bad reputation with clones and other personnel around the base. "Still doing paperwork from the bombing?" asked the Arc Trooper, recalling when news of the attack had come in, no one could believe it at first. It was similar to the time when citizens of Coruscant believed the war wouldn't reach them until the power grid was bombed.

"The senate requested them. Something to do with the investigation" calmly replied Snap, a rare smile appearing on her lips when Fives jumped up on the examination table in the center of the room as if he was preparing himself for a medical check. His helmet was placed carefully at his side, as he swung his legs back and forth. Tup and Jesse could be heard whispering and chuckling outside the door, the pair appearing to be attempting to hide when (Y/N) turned her attention to them. "You're after something" commented Snap, her attention turning to the man her words were directed towards. Quickly she noticed his cheeky grin gracing his lips, no doubt he was up to something again or had already done it and was waiting for the inevitable chaos.

"Me do something, I would never" sarcastically responded Fives, once again seeing (Y/N) grin and hearing his brothers' laughter get a little louder. Octavius leaned against the wall furthest from Snap's desk, clearly frustrated by the interruption and Snap's attention being directed to Fives rather than on him, the cryptographer quickly resorted to loud sighing as if attempting to gain (Y/N)'s attention once more, just as the determination to see his self given mission through to the end was also clear.

"Why are you even here clone?" questioned Octavius, his words hostile and clearly meant as an insult. The moment the last word left his lips, Jesse and Tup's laughter stopped as if someone had put the pair on mute, and Fives smile disappeared instantly. The peaceful atmosphere had been replaced with a tense one, to the point one could cut it with a lightsaber. (Y/N) sighed, suspecting Octavius's attitude would once again get him in trouble, as it had done countless times before.

"Here to escort Snap back to the Resolute" simply but calmly responded Fives, choosing to remain the bigger person even if his instincts were screaming at him to do the opposite. "General's orders, at least until the Commander is found" spoke the Arc Trooper, an ire of sadness ringing through his voice. It was crystal clear to anyone, those of the 501st Legion had been affected by the recent events, even more so when one of their own had come under suspicion. (Y/N) nodded, closing off her datapad and small computer, before tidying a few things away and moving to Fives' side, nodding to indicate to the three troopers she was happy to continue her work aboard the Jedi Cruiser.

"It's times like these when I miss not having Echo around" commented Jesse, recalling the fallen Arc Trooper and the chaos he'd caused alongside Fives. The pair often had a running rivalry going with Boost and Comet from the 104, as well as Waxer and Boil from the 212th. Tup could only chuckle, recalling the stories he'd be told by Fives and some of the other troopers, the mischief and the wager some of them had on how long it would take Echo to admit defeat and finally ask Snap on a date. The brotherly teasing that still took place as a form of encouragement when one of them found themselves in the same position Echo did so long beforehand.

"If we can get Snap back to her normal self, the chaos won't be a problem" chuckled Fives, recalling his self-given mission to get (Y/N) as close to her old self as possible. A task he still had the determination to see through to the end. "We all miss that smile Snap. Even the gruffly old Wolffe" admitted the Arc Trooper, even now he remembered he'd focused on (Y/N) after losing Echo, after all, he promised to look after her.

"Maybe if the cryptographer wasn't in constant stalking mode ...." started Tup, trailing off towards the end upon noticing Octavius was once again following behind, although keeping his distance this time. "At least he can't get aboard the Resolute" commented the trooper, rubbing the back of his neck upon realizing how awkward the situation had become. Although like many he suspected it would get worse before it got better. "Where's Gregor when you need him?" questioned Tup, knowing the Commando had thrust far done a good job at keeping Octavius at bay.

"He was part of the regiment sent to reinforce Obi-Wan" casually replied Snap, recalling when she had given Gregor the normal health check before he'd been deployed days ago, as normal the Commando Captain had made jokes and flirted, a few comments regarding Octavius had also escaped him. "Wolffe went with Plo to find Ahsoka" confirmed (Y/N), knowing many would question where Wolffe had disappeared to. Although the civvi medic thought it was obvious where the battle-worn commander had gotten to. Normally when Plo was tasked with something, Wolffe would be at his side ready to help in a heartbeat.

"We can recruit Wrecker. I heard the Bad Batch was diverted back here. Waiting to be reassigned" cheerfully suggested Tup, a mischievous grin appearing on his lips, one that could rival Fives famous one. "General Skywalker said you have a good repour with us clones" complimented the younger trooper, recalling their Jedi General speaking those words, even if he couldn't;t say for sure when it was. Jesse and Fives soon chuckled at Tup's words, both Arc Troopers likely recalling the past and how Snap basically had most clones wrapped around her fingers, even if she hadn't realized it.

"Reminds me of the battle some of the Commanders and Captains had" absent-mindedly voiced Jesse, reminiscing on times long passed. Wolffe had been reluctant to let (Y/N) go, even giving her the nickname so many referred to her by, all those apart of the 501st had become attached quickly, all but refusing to let (Y/N) go when she was on rotation. Cody and Howzer had found themselves in the same situation, both becoming just as protective as the rest. "Our general had to go through a battle of his own to keep you with us" laughed the Arc Trooper, remembering he'd never gotten an answer on where (Y/N) would have gone if General Skywalker had lost the aforementioned battle.

"I would have been reassigned to the 104th Legion again, or put back on rotation" chuckled Snap. Looking back now, she was aware it was more likely she'd be assigned to the Wolf Pack once more. Even now just over three years into the war, the boys of the 104th legion had yet to find a permanent civvi medic, instead, they had a never-ending flow, most taking the first opportunity to leave and be reassigned to either the Military Base on Coruscant or be sent for further training on Kamino. The odd few had found themselves way over their heads and resigned the moment they rotated back to Coruscant.

"Any ideas where we going once the mess with the Jedi is cleared up?" questioned Tup, finding it funny the only one of the small group of four to know for sure where they were going next was Snap. She always seemed to have inside information, to the point many believed she was gifted with foresight. Almost instantly both Fives and Jesse turned their attention to Snap, once again causing her to chuckle. The sweet sound seemingly brings a sense of normality to all three troopers, giving them a little bit of peace outside of the lines of the endless battlegrounds.

"Ringo Vinda or Anaxes. Either way most likely as reinforcements" replied Snap, knowing it would strongly depend on which set of Generals needed their assistance more. Both battles would be cruel and unforgiving as most of them over the past three years had been. "It's most likely to be Ringo Vinda though, rumor has it the 187th Legion is being sent to Anaxes" added (Y/N), cluing the three troopers in while also ignoring Octavius's footsteps behind them suddenly quickening up. Whether that be because he realized his opportunity to do whatever he had planned was slipping away or because another trooper had scared him was anyone's guess.

"The medics really do know everything" commented Fives, once again wrapping an arm around Snap's shoulders as he and Tup lead her across the bridge to the Cruiser all four of them had been assigned to. Jesse stayed behind to investigate what had happened with Octavius, soon finding the answer upon noticing Fox stood feet from the cryptographer, with his coffee cup in hand, directing the civvi man away from the docking bays, an area restricted to all but authorized personnel.

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chicknstripz · 1 year

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∘₊✧ [[ Flesh wound ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Jesse Word Count|| 837 Tags|| dad!Jesse, mild injury, blood is mentioned, fluff, Jesse being a good Dad. Synopsis|| You come home to find your loving husband tending to your ad'ika.

Blood prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Low chatter draws your attention as you enter your apartment, the gentle back and forth of its occupants making your heart swell with love. The first voice was deep and rich, his distinct flash-trained accent rounding each word as he spoke. It had mellowed over the years, smoothed and softened by years of listening to his commander, but it was no less familiar - your smile growing as he addressed his companion.

“This is going to sting, but I know you can handle it. Right trooper?”

A low sniffle follows, the lighter voice of your son muted by a small hand wiping a tear stained face.

“Right.”

“Atta boy.”

You can just picture the smile on Jesse’s face, the upward curve of his lips and crinkle of his eyes making the lower end of his tattoo distort. It was one of your favorite sights in the whole wide world, the light that shone in your eyes more than enough to make you fall in love with him all over again. Stars, even the sight of him standing opposite your small child made you gush, his broad frame near hiding the toddler from sight as he fiddled with the sprawled contents of a first aid kit.

“I want you to take three deep breaths for me, count them for me ad’ika.”

“One -- two --”

Your son never got to three, the world hissed from between taught lips as Jesse wiped his bloodied knee clean with a sterilizing wipe. Poor kid. You didn’t like the sterilizing wipes either, especially when they made contact with an open wound, and it made you want to run in and wrap your arms around him. But you didn’t. Jesse seemed to have the situation more than handled, the ease in which he tended to the scrape making your head spin as he whispered soothing words to the toddler.

“You're doing great kid, Kix would be so proud.”

“He would?”

The youngster’s voice trembles, his innocent tone empathized by the whistle of a lost tooth.

“Absolutely! He’s seen grown men flee at the sight of a sterilizing strip.”

That earns him a hesitant giggle, the pain of the scrape long forgotten as he continues to clean the wound. You can tell at a glance that it’s one of those scrapes kids are prone to, that your excitable toddler had probably fallen over in the middle of one of their games, but that doesn’t stop you from gushing at how competent your partner is. He has the wound dressed in no time at all, his eyes sparkling with warm pride as he fishes a sucker from his belt pouch.

“In fact, he’d insist I gave you one of these for being such a good patient.”

You laugh as your son drops down from the counter, his rounded cheeks dimpling as he catches sight of you in the doorway.

“Mommy! I got a sucker!”

“You did? You must have been very brave indeed.”

He nods his head emphatically, his wild curls bobbing as he rolls up to his toes and back down again.

“I was! Daddy said ba’vodu Kix would be very proud.”

“And daddy’s never wrong, right ad’ika?”

“Right!”

You grin as you ruffle his curls, your head tilting in the direction of the living room as you turn him gently towards it.

“I think my brave boy deserves to watch some cartoons, don’t you?”

You don’t think you’ve seen him vacate a room so fast, your laughter rolling pleasantly in your chest as Jesse curls his arms around your midsection. He’s so warm and firm, the breadth of his torso making you feel oh so safe as he pulls you flush against him.

“Sorry. I should have com’d you the second he took that tumble.”

“You know you don’t need to.”

“But you’re his mother. Kix told me before his birth that you’d be very upset if I didn’t tell you he’d sustained an injury in my care.”

You snot, as ever entertained by his brother’s wild interpretation of natborn emotions.

“I think that brother of yours regularly forgets you’re an ARC, with all the training that goes with it.”

You reach up, curling your arm to palm the back of his head in a gentle hold.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust your judgment, stars, just watching you with him makes me think we’re ready for another child.”

His breath catches, an odd stuttering sound that makes you smile as he nestles his nose against your temple. You know what being a father means to him, that he enjoys and treasures every single moment of it, so for you to add to his boundless joy? It means the galaxy to him! The vibration of air filling his chest makes you giddy as he pulls you closer with a growl.

“Kriffing love you.”

“Love you too.”

You always would, for in him you’d found the perfect husband and father, your life a blessed thing as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

#cfb2023 #arc trooper jesse x reader #dad!Jesse #Clones as fathers #I'm soft for this!#He'd be such a good dad!#they all would!#HOLD ME!#star wars fanfiction #one shot #drabble #prompt challenge

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moonstrider9904 · 2 years

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Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader x Jesse

Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Hickeys, biting, sucking, light bruising, clit stimulation, double penetration, unprotected vaginal and anal sex (please wear protection in real life!), threesome, creampie and cumming outside, lots of cum. I don’t write clonec*st and this one-shot is no exception. If this still squicks you, please skip this entry.

This prompt and pairing was a request!

Word count: 1.2k

Kinktober Day 9: Double penetration

Nothing could have prepared you for the immense pleasure of the moment. It exceeded every expectation, amazing you to the point where you could barely form words. Your hands were quite literally full; you’d known you’d be in such a situation ever since those two had flashed those cocky grins at you back at the bar.

The memories still blurred before your eyes. Two hands, each belonging to a different man, brushing up your thighs, slowly getting dangerously to your crotch that already ached and burned for them. It had taken you longer than you were proud of to realize it was real, that it was really happening, that you were willingly walking from the bar to your nearby apartment, with Fives and Jesse holding either your waist or your hips or your upper back, with messy, craving pecks and kisses scattered along the way.

Even with that amount of buildup, everything they did still blew your mind.

Fives was in front of you lying on his back. His hands held the curve of your waist, fingers gladly kneading onto your flesh as he flashed you his charming, mischievous grin, the one he used to make anyone go weak in the knees. Even in the position you were in, straddling his waist like you were riding him and buck-naked, you giggled at Fives’ wit and charm. That man sure knew what he was capable of.

Behind you, Jesse had a more possessive grip. His arms surrounded your torso, crossing over your chest, with your back pressed onto his bare chest. Jesse’s lips peppered your neck with tender kisses, slowly growing in strength to match the strength with which he held you. You could feel him pulsating against your lower back, eager to enter you, only waiting for you to get accustomed to the arc trooper’s girth.

Jesse’s craving kisses turned into sucking and nibbling, lightly marking your neck as you couldn’t resist the temptation to grind on Fives’ length. You heard Fives moaning under you, his head pressing back onto the mattress even though his eyes remained glued to you, and slowly he took one of the hands on your waist to your cunt and let his thumb press and rub on the pearl of your clit.

You squirmed in Jesse’s grip at the heat coursing between your legs, and your focus slowly went back to the movement of Jesse’s lips over your skin. You felt him making his way up your neck and beside your ear, where he nibbled ever so gently, making you shiver, before finally speaking tenderly at you.

“Are you ready?” Jesse asked.

You turned your head to meet Jesse’s eyes and nodded; you’d had about as much preparation as you could get.

“You let me know if you need to stop, okay?” Jesse whispered.

Again, you nodded at him. Your gaze drifted back down towards Fives, focusing on him as you felt Jesse enter your backside slowly, pushing himself in gradually and with care. You whimpered at the fullness, a new sensation if ever there was one, but not less enjoyable. You made sure to continue nodding to let Jesse know he could keep going, that you wanted him and Fives, that there was nowhere you’d rather be than with them.

“You’re doing so good, mesh’la,” Fives said, his voice rasping.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Jesse groaned out when he was as deep inside you as he could be. He held you tighter in his arms and slowly began grinding into you, always making sure not to be too hard or too fast, even if his shaking body told you he was hungry for more.

You were moaning louder, and your body gave shudder after shudder. The fullness you felt inside you, double that of any other night of adventure, plus the rubbing of Fives’ thumb on your clit, it would all make you lose your mind soon.

Surrendering to the two men securing you, you let them hold up the entirety of your weight while letting your hands roam. One of your hands went down Fives’ forearm, feeling his strong flesh and even brushing your nails lightly over his skin. In front of you, Fives gave you a little smirk, and when your eyes met his, he winked at you.

Another giggle left you—even when you were already in bed with him riding him, he’d still be a flirt.

Your other hand traveled behind you, your fingers brushing up Jesse’s hamstring. You could feel the way his glutes clenched with his thrusts, strong and thick and delicious, while his low grunting in your ear made you desire him even more. When Jesse noticed your attention was on him, he snickered, and he took a hand to cup your jaw, slightly pressing on your cheeks to make you submit to him even more. His grip was firm, but the caring essence of his loving remained, and Jesse let his lips hover close over yours, kissing you tenderly as his eyes on you whispered sin.

“Will you cum, mesh’la?” Jesse whispered, his voice straining.

You giggled. “Will you?”

Both he and Fives groaned, aroused by your teasing.

“Fuck me, you’re adorable,” Fives grinned, pressing his thumb harder on your clit, making you squirm. When he saw your reaction, his cocky smile widened. “Just don’t forget you’re dealing with two ARC troopers here.”

“I don’t think you want us going easy on you anymore,” Jesse followed along with the teasing, his pace increasing only by a tad, but making you shake nonetheless.

“B-Boys—” you whimpered.

“Cum for us,” Fives said. “Let us watch you cum…”

“You can do it, babygirl,” Jesse whispered, gently kissing your ear.

They’d had their way with you, but you wouldn’t regret it. The pleasure that showered over you was so intense it made your body quake, and you were sure that your loud moans and whines could be heard through the walls, even through different stories of the apartment building. You couldn’t make sense of the praise the two ARC troopers were giving you, but their husky voices finally slipped you into ecstasy until your body gave out, held up only by Jesse’s strong arms and Fives’ hands.

Fives was the first to cum. He released inside you, blown away by the tightness and the warmth of your walls squeezing around him. Then followed Jesse, who gave a grunt as he pulled out of you, and you then felt hot drops of white falling over your lower back while he panted to catch his breath behind you. His hands had gone down to your waist, and with one final shudder, you finally gave out and went to lie on the mattress beside Fives, who didn’t think twice before wrapping you in his arms and pressing you close to him.

Jesse watched you, smiling lightly at the sight. He might still have been dazed, but you looked more adorable than ever, sweet in the arms of a soldier. He finally decided to lie beside you, leaving you between him and Fives, and the three of you remained dazed on that mattress.

Feeling Jesse’s hand on yours and Fives’ arms around you, you soon let yourself fall asleep.

#moon's 2022 kinktober #moonstrider writes #fives x reader #fives x reader smut #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #tcw jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader smut

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