#HAHHHAA | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jetiisyandereclones · 2 years

Text

Jessie x Reader

A continuation of my Kix x Reader fic

@professional-yearner

Warnings:

Smut

NSFW

18+

Part 1 (Kix X Reader)

Kix POV

Jesse looked… amused to say the least.

Kix had come back to barracks from their booze run mind 1000 miles in the sky, his face dreamy.

“What happened to you? Find the worlds best spice Stache?”

Kix just floated to their table and sat down, his dreamy face contorting into slight worry, his eyes unfocused, in deep thought.

“I, think I just met someone…”

“HAHHHAA! Awww, you’ve got your first puppy love. C’mere, Vod, don’t be shy. Let’s hear the details. Who was she? What did she look like. She must’ve been good, you look like you can’t get out of your own head!”

Kix just hummed. He had expected this sort of reply from his brother. Jesse seemingly never had much interest in forming any attachments beyond what would get the latest pretty face in his bed for the night, then out of it again before morning.

His brother was kind of a man-whore like that.

He passed Jesse the bottle he had requested, debating on whether to tell him about her.

He loved his Vod, but Kix didn’t think he could understand the fixation he already had on that woman.

Kix himself didn’t understand it.

It had been half an hour! Just half an hour and already he felt pain, like he had been separated from his love for a hundred years.

Kix was also worried. That scar had been nasty. Angry red and raised, it screamed of badly healed infections. Not to mention, she had implied that it had not been the only instance of at home healing she’d had to endure!

What else did the woman go through, what more had a lack of resources forced her to do?

He was brought out of his thoughts by his brothers low whistle.

Looking around, Kix saw Jesse homing in on yet another pretty face. He saw his brother give his signature smirk, a slight ‘come hither’ motion of the head, and Kix knew his brother would be getting very close to that woman. If only for a while.

It wouldn’t surprise him if Jesse took her for a ride in the bathroom stall or some back alley, then came straight back, shamelessly moving on to whatever attractive being took him next.

He’d always had such a way with people, and they always seemed to flock to him with a few smooth words and pretty praises. Many of which, Kix had been witness to.

Amazingly enough, none of his ‘bed’ partners ever seemed to mind the shortness of it all.

The distance.

Kix watched as Jesse led the giggling, blushing Twi’lek outside, to where he knew was a secluded area. He didn’t even think they knew each others names.

That’s just how Jesse was. He always seemed to reel in like-minded partners. All kinds would find themselves bent over, satisfied and then left with a kiss on the cheek and a sly “see you around”

To Kix it was all so, cold. Impersonal. He didn’t know how Jesse could take it.

He had once asked His brother, why so distant, so many?

————————————————————————————————————————

They were drunk and on leave at 79’s. His brother had come back from the second person of the night, clothes messy and red stains all over his neck.

Kix pointed out the lipstick and Jesse groaned.

“I TOLD him not to leave marks. I gotta get these off.”

Jesse ducked into the bathroom. Kix knew that he didn't want to scare off any potential partners by making them think he was taken.

When he got back Kix saw that his brothers neck was still red. His face annoyed.

“He left bite marks! How did I not notice him biting me! Togrutans, vod!” Jesse slammed back into the booth seat, taking a swig of his Corellian rum.

Despite his annoyance, Kix could see the veiled want in his eye. The dreaminess.

“Why don’t you ever stay with them? You really seemed to like that one”

They both spied said Togrutan making his way out of the bar.

Their flirting had been masterful, slick and quick.

The Togrutan had a full face of makeup on, with patterns drawn on his face markings to paint a beautiful scenery. Jesse had locked onto him in an instant.

Kix didn't have to have see or hear his brothers interaction to know that they’re be going for a fuck very soon. Jesse had that look in his eye he got whenever he saw a target, and he never missed.

At his questioning, Jesses shoulder slumped a little, almost defeated. For once he answered genuinely, the booze making him honest.

“I don’t know. It’s not like I don’t wanna, but I just…can’t. I get in, I get out. That’s all it’s ever been. I did like that guy, but not in any way that would make me wanna stay. I liked all of them, took care of all of them, but I never wanted any of them. Not really.”

Kix had never seen his brother look defeated. His eyes sad and lonely, if only for a passing second. Before he knew it, Jesse was straightening up, rubbing his eye and rolling his neck as if to loosen it and banish all his sorrows, a smile plastered back onto his face.

“Besides, we’re here for a good time. Not a long time. Why waste what little fun we can have on just one person”

Kix saw through his brothers façade. Jesse was lonely. Wanting.

He slung an arm around his Vod’s shoulders, eyes warm and empathetic.

“We’ll it seems for now your just going to have to deal with my company. Your neck starting to go a VERY impressive shade of blue, I’m pretty sure the natties can see it across from the bar.”

Jesse groaned, leaning back.

“It could be worse. At least you won’t be leaving any time soon!”

Kix made noises of insult, playfully punching his brothers shoulder, lightening the mood again.

Deep down he had known Jesse was right though, and it stung. He had never really taken to anyone he had met, and he had met a lot.

He just sat and talked and let them go, usually into Jesse’s arms, and that had been alright. He didn’t feel like he missed much.

They had spent the rest of the night people watching. Taking bets on who would be punched or slapped first and stumbled home in the early hours of the morning, ready to once again put on the face of the GAR and go on another mission for the Republic.

—————————————————————————————————————————

Kix was sure Jesse didn’t remember that conversation. He never brought it up again but every so often he would catch sight of the longing in his brothers eyes as he watched a young couple, on a date or expecting or with a large and rambunctious family.

Jesse wanted it. Kix knew he did, but it was all but out of reach for a majority of the clones, so he gave up on the idea and moved on.

Kix decided that while his brother was, occupied, he would do some research on his pretty darling.

He never asked the woman for a name, but he had taken note of her name tag.

Using that and the employee database for the store she worked at, he found her easily enough, less than impressed with company security.

He got everything he needed. Full name, and socials. From there he went to her Hyper-Com account.

Bingo.

Address, likes, dislikes, family, friends and just about any and everything else he’d need.

Scrolling through Y/N’s timeline, he came to find out that she lived with another woman. As far as he could tell, she had as many scars and stories to tell as his love. Her eyes were tired and her mannerisms spoke of a person who had grown up rough. She was someone he could respect, someone he would easily call friend or even sister.

The two ladies seemed to be very close. One particular post showed Kix that his darling had once been part of a wealthy family, but was cut off due to differences in ideologies and political opinions, the poor thing. She was left with nothing.

Her friend had taken her under her wing. Taken her into what was now their home and taught her how to survive by herself.

Then Kix found the injury posts. Detailed paragraphs about what had happened and advice to other people on how to deal with it, targeted heavily towards her neighbors in the same community.

It was more of a group chat than anything, with advice and care instructions being swapped between those who had to take care of themselves. Grandparents showing teen mothers how to help their babies through their first colds, experienced older women showing the youngers how to protect themselves, and disturbingly, there was even one post about how to perform an emergency abortion using home grown plants.

Most of the information was problematic due to the fact there was a high risk to the self-procedures, but Kix couldn’t deny that in a pinch, they’d work.

His clever girl.

He saw her update when she’d gotten her scar. Saw the recording of how it happened.

She had tripped trying to prevent her friend from falling, and crashed onto a glass table, slicing her forearm from wrist to elbow. He couldn’t stand the screaming and blood, not from her. But that’s okay, he didn’t need to see to know what came next.

Instead, the medic went through some of her other posts.

Kix couldn’t help but admit some of his darlings shenanigans were amusing. Night outs leading to bizarre situations like donkey jousting, getting stuck in trees with a very mean snapping crab, storming her old workplace with an army of tookas, being thrown down the stairs encompassed in bubble wrap and using drones to steal fast food and street signs.

Kix liked those posts. She looked happy, and so did her housemate. Their smiles taking years off of their faces.

He didn’t like to think of all the injury and sickness posts she needed to make. Allergic reactions, dislocated and broken bones, how to reset a nose, and how to get rid of itchiness in old scars were common ones.

He swore that once he had rescued his darling from this state of living, she would only ever receive the best of care, no matter what the situation was.

—————————————————————————————————————————

He was looking at a video post of his Y/N teaching her housemate to properly mix some sort of death grip alcohol drink that could put a rancor to sleep, when Jesse mad a reappearance, the Twi’lek no where to be seen.

Like a cat, Jesse stretched across the booth, looking to all the world an incredibly satisfied man.

He cast a curious glance at Kix’s holopad, noticing the two girls.

“She’s cute, that one in the green. Whose account is this.”

“Y/N, the woman I met”

“Oooh, which one is she?”

“Not the one in green. These two live together.”

“She’s pretty. A little pale though, wouldn’t you say”

Kix looked at the screen. His Vod was right. She had a slight whiteness that could suggest oncoming sickness.

“She works a lot. Probably exhaustion.”

“Hmmm. You mind if I look up her housemate. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her, you know what I’m saying?” Jessie nudged his brother, who seemed more wound up than usual.

“Play nice, Jesse. If things go right, I may actually get this one”

Jesse looked at his vod, shocked.

He knew about the clones…tendencies. The sudden romances, the devotion, the love.

Most would call it rushed and illogical. Dangerous and unhealthy. But the clones were stubborn and willed. They lived short lives and if they thought they were going to get even the smallest chance at love, at something soft and sweet and warm and caring, the they’d grab on and not let go. He guessed being a throwaway pawn in a war did that to you.

Of course, he also knew about the clones eventual plan for the Jedi, as well as any other partners, or “darlings” as he’d heard them called, but it was surprising to see his brother, who, like himself, had never truly taken to anyone romantically, finally find his one.

Jesse smiled at Kix.

“She’s lucky to have you, Vod.”

—————————————————————————————————————————

Jesse POV

Jesse had done some research on his vod’s darling, on his behalf. Kix was a medic, and not very good at digging up information. Jesse, however, was.

He’d found out a lot about his brothers love. She was a bit of a spitfire to be honest. Dry wit and sarcasm permeated her being when dealing with most interactions.

Jesse had found another of her online accounts, a video sharing platform, where she posted a lot of content that included her and her housemate and all they’ve been through.

Jesse thought he’d bust his gut at how hard he laughed when a pipe burst in their apartment during a storm. They were just so…dramatic.

He was starting to get attached to Kix’s darling. She was definitely someone he could see himself being friends with, but her housemate, she was something else.

Where Kix’s darling was the apprentice, her housemate was the master of living their lifestyle. It was apparent that Y/N had taught Kix’s love everything she knew, and what a teacher she was.

Jesse slowly started to show more and more interest in her. She was constantly on his mind.

His undoing was when he’d found her more… private accounts.

—————————————————————————————————————————

Jesse was panting, his shirt rucked up round his chest.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen. He had been casually lurking on Y/N’s page again when he came across it. It was a video post, she was answering some questions from her followers about sexual health and safety for beginners, when she answered a question about her experience in the porn industry.

Jesse sat up straight at this. He hadn’t come across any evidence to say she was a dancer or had done adult films. Y/N answered that while she hadn’t professionally done any adult entertainment work, out of desperation she had started an only fans, not thinking it would go anywhere. Now she has a small but consistent following.

Jesse didn’t hear what she said about dealing with creeps and stalkers. His mind was elsewhere.

He knew he shouldn’t have done it. He was trying to find out about her, for once not trying to find a way into her bed. But curiosity got the best of him.

Looking in the description he found that she had included a link to her only fans. It was guarded by a paywall, but Jesse was all too willing to pay.

After getting to her page, what he saw made him harder than any of his quickies had managed before.

It was his beautiful darling, elegant, wrecked and wild. Every position and kink he could ever want to try was there.

Knowing he was alone and unable to help himself, Jesse picked out a video to his liking. A, somewhat simple one. His darling was in dark red lingerie, soft thighs spread and a vibe pressed to her clit. She was flushed and stunning, her pants and whimpers going to straight to his cock. But what got to him the most, and a testament to her acting, was how genuine she sounded. No over exaggerated, and emotionless screams of ‘yes!’ And ‘more, PLEASE’ that he was all too familiar with. Just breathy moans and darling sighs.

One of the clones hands made its way down to the top of his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his leaking erection. He slowly jerked himself in time with his darlings thrusts.

Every time she bucked, so did he. When she whimpered, he groaned. In his head they were preforming a sensual and emotional dance, their love and devotion flowing into each other as they came with a cry, Jesse’s eyes watering as his love squirmed and burrowed into her pillow, like it was a mans arms.

Like it was him.

He sighed as he came down from his orgasm, occasionally giving himself a light pump. He had all night to himself, maybe he’d take a look at what else his darling had prepared, as if she had known he would eventually come looking for her.

—————————————————————————————————————————

Jesse had started to tag along with Kix on his “surveillance” missions. They got to see their loves in every little moment at home and every painful moment at work and every moment after that. It went on for weeks. They saw everything.

EVERYTHING.

Out of respect for Kix and affection for his darling he would always look away during private moments between the pretty woman, and his vigilant vod.

One such occasion, his darling Y/N and Kix’s love had come home for a night at the bar. Perched on an abandoned and crumbling townhouse, Kix and Jesse were offered the perfect view into most of their living rooms. The more private areas of the house were monitored as well, cameras being hidden by Jesse to capture every corner and detail.

Knowing the girls routine well by now, the clones split up to offer each other some privacy.

Jesse set up in his usual spot, clocking in on his darlings actions.

She stumbled in to her bedroom, carelessly ripping off her clothing and dropping onto the bed.

Jesse likes to imagine he was stumbling with her, kissing her breathless as he playfully ticked up her sides and tummy.

Gods, he wanted her so bad. She was all he could think about. There wasn’t anyone who could please him anymore. Before he would usually be able to get it up for any pretty face but now, even the sexiest of people held no interest for him, no matter how hard he tried for them.

He had become addicted to his Y/N. His sweet, sensual, tough darling, who was at this moment, dragging her hand up the inside of her soft thigh, teasingly pulling up her shirt and kneading her tits, one after the other.

Jesse followed along, mirroring her actions, eyes glued to the monitor. Vaguely he could hear Kix’s whining, his Vod had been having the same types of fantasies he had.

Focusing back on the monitor, he looked just in time to see Y/N slip her fingers inside her glistening Pussy.

‘Mmmm, good girl’ Jesse groaned, stocking his cock in time with her fingers. But it wasn’t enough. Not for her and not for Jesse. His poor loves hand was too small. Her fingers too short and slim to truly bring her any pleasure. Jesse would help her with that, once they bring them home.

He would work her slowly, lovingly. Stretching her open, licking her, nipping and kissing at her delicious core, while grinding into the mattress, begging to please her with his aching cock.

She would say yes, he was sure of it. He would show her how capable and skilled he was.

Oh, the things they would do together. The force itself wouldn’t be able to pry them apart once they started to make love. He would bind them together forever.

But until then, Jesse had to make these private viewings suffice.

They never really brought him to full pleasure. His darling always put on a show for him, but until he was able to cradle her in his arms, their combined spend leaking out of her as he kissed her tear stained face and rubbed and nuzzled away the soreness and tenderness; until he could wake up still inside her and ready to make love again, the early morning light casting a halo around her, he would always be left hollow cold and wanting.

Jesse watched as his Y/N started to desperately circle her clit, mewling as she came around her fingers. Watching her pulse and contract, desperate to clamp down and lock something into place brought Jesse to his own completion, the first one in a while.

“MMMNPH, that’s it. That’s it sweet girl. Kriff, it’s all for you. I'm Just for you” Jesse panted out, his cum splashing up his stomach and chest. It was always a lot. He came a lot and it took a while. So Jesse worked himself through his orgasm while watching Y/N work herself through her own.

He also definitely heard Kix’s hoarse cry from across the building. He wasn’t too embarrassed. Living in a group barracks their whole life left little privacy to the clones who wanted to have some fun for the night, but didn't have any credits for a room. So they couldn't really afford to be shy. Their moans and praises ringing out through the room while some of the brothers tried to sleep, and others used the fuel of the mystery person to get themselves some much deserved relief.

He remembered with amusement the time he had brought someone to the barracks, who ended up doing the walk of shame with about three other people in the morning, none of whom had been particularity quiet.

There were a lot of sour clones that day.

While cleaning himself up, he watched as his love changed, and snuggled in for the night. Jesse had long since noted her favorite position, how she liked to braid her hair loosely and her aversion to pants while sleeping.

All this he took into account for the day he could finally bring her home, becoming part of this routine. Kriff, he even had their rings picked out. He had gone with Kix to help with his and spotted the perfect ones. A claim, engagement and wedding band. Three for her, three for him, and he’d wear them with pride.

It must’ve been half an hour of just watching Y/N sleep, her calm, smooth face youthful, and adorable, even the small string of drool. He sighed. He would be there with her, soon. He would give her the world.

‘Goodnight, my love’ he whispered, tracing her features on the screen before shutting it down and going to look for an equally flushed Kix.

Seeing him there, he slung an arm around his brothers shoulders, Kix’s eyes still dreamy and distant.

“C'mon vod. Let’s go get a drink”

—————————————————————————————————————————

They had been talking about the future. They’d gotten the encrypted com that had been sent out to all clones, telling them that they were green lit to bring their darlings back to Kamino.

Nursing their drinks, Jesse and Kix talked about what they’d do once they had their darlings, their plans for the future.

“We can’t just up and take them! People will notice!” Kix exclaimed, exasperated.

“Why not? It’s not like we’re taking them away from much.” Jesse was confident that his darling would not put up too much of a fight.

He’d seen her say online about how she wished she had a better life where she didn’t have to worry about where her next meal was going to come from after paying rent.

He would give her the best he could. the best home, the best food. she would know nothing but luxury and devotion under his care.

Kix was about to retort when his com link started beeping. The two clones thought it was another transmission from Coruscant. what they heard though, made their blood run cold.

—————————————————————————————————————————

Gods, she looked so, broken. Jesse was on the verge of tears. His love had been so alive and happy just hours ago!

Now, she looked like at least 80% of her bones were broken. All because just drunk one idiot couldn't wait for a public speeder or taxi.

That bastard would pay for this, he’d make sure of it. For both Y/N and Kix’s darling.

Kix had kept his love under nearly the entire trip so far. The poor thing was confused and angry at first. She had tried to stab him when they initially brought her back around after she was brought on board the star cruiser.

She hadn’t been very successful though. Kix worked wonders with feisty patients. Being used to clone soldiers, the woman was a kitten in comparison. Kix had his darling purring and sleepy in no time, gently crawling into bed and cradling her head to his chest after he’d stabilized Y/N.

Jesse wished he could hold his love like Kix was. Her injuries were extensive though. She needed a bacta tank, so all he could do is sit, pressed against the glass as he watched his loves twisted body put itself back together, cradled and embraced by the healing blue liquid.

He spoke to her as she floated there, separated by inches of glass. One of his vod’s wife told him that when she was pregnant they’d talked to the baby. Said that the ad’ika could hear them. Jesse imagined his darling Y/N could hear him the same way.

He wanted to bring her back to him. Let her get familiar and comfortable with his voice as he told her stories about all the things they would do together. What their new life would be like and how he couldn’t wait to marry and cuddle and love with her, happy and healthy and safe.

He talked and talked and talked, until his throat was dry and scratchy, until his tears stopped and he could only stare at her.

He’d hold her extra tight and long after she got out, then he would hold her hand as he guided her to their future together.

#yandere clones #yandere clone family au #Yandere Jesse x reader #Yandere kix x reader

43 notes · View notes