#arc trooper jesse x you

[starrylothcat]

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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[ghostofskywalker]

Friends Don't Kiss Like That

Jesse/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,791

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

Warnings: implied sexual content

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

“About us?”

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

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

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

“Tell them what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wanted to protect you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Although what?”

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

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

“I’m waiting.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

- the end -

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[clu-ven]

“Your lips, against mine. Boom. Kiss” Prompt with Jesse

word count: 3.1k

summary: At this point, Jesse is willing to try any cheesy pick up line in the hopes you’ll reciprocate his feelings.

tags: plenty of bad pick up lines, a make out session and discussions surrounding relationships/friends with benefits situations

! some small details might not be canon compliant (oops) !

“Ok, ok, ok, I got another one”.

At this point, you don’t even need to turn around, already well aware of who’s approaching you. After all, this is his fourth time coming over, wandering from his section of the Resolute’s training facility to yours. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be learning some disarming techniques?” you sigh, having overheard some of the other 501st troopers talking about it upon entering.

Jesse shrugs in response “Yeah, I think I know what I’m doing when it comes to disarming clankers”. Crossing his arms, he leans on the table you’re working at, watching you methodically clean the blaster you were just practising with.  

“So… you wanna hear it?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

You know he won’t leave until you say yes. It’s as if Jesse takes pleasure in pestering you with terrible pick up lines, something you’re sure is a joke among him and some of his brothers. 

There was a point in which you wondered if he was serious and genuinely trying to flirt with you but you were quick to brush off that idea, knowing Jesse is a man who prefers to simply have some fun when he can.

“Fine,” you huff in feigned annoyance, putting down the blaster and giving Jesse your full attention. He gulps, your bored expression making his hands clammy.

“Ok but this is one Fives told me,” he warns “so if it’s bad, you can’t blame me”.

You reply in the form of a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to just spit it out already. 

Kriff, do you even know how intimidating you look like this? Jesse is sure you do and that you’re doing it on purpose, a hard lump forming in his throat the longer you stare at him. A mixture of excitement and apprehension tugs at his gut, his adrenaline urging him to say his secondhand pick up line.

Clearing his throat, Jesse puts on his best smouldering look “Hey, I’m the Azure Angel but you might know me best as the General’s ship”.

Without thinking, you crease your brow, confusion clouding your train of thought. Azure Angel? As in Anakin’s starfighter, the one he somehow destroyed months ago? Though, knowing the General, it’s safe to presume he probably crashed it.

Keeping his expression as charming as he can, Jesse continues “And I was wondering, can I crash at your place tonight?”.

Oh.

Your expression doesn’t falter. “Right… well, that’s definitely a new one” you slowly nod your head, trying your best to digest his flirting skills. 

Honestly, you’ve seen better from Jesse. In fact right at the beginning of his escapade to sweep you off your feet, he actually made you blush with his provocative flirting style.

He started out hot and heavy, using his filthiest yet downright lustrous pick up lines back then but you never gave in… and now the poor trooper is scraping the bottom of the barrel, using any cheesy pick up line in the hopes of wooing you.

It’s not that you don’t want to be with Jesse. It’s the opposite actually. If you were sure that Jesse is into you then you’d reciprocate his feelings, but that’s the problem, you’re not sure. 

There’s still a piece of you that wonders if this is a game, some kind of bet he has with the others. Or what if Jesse only wants some kind of one night stand? Or a ‘friends with benefits’ kind of predicament, something with no strings attached? 

Being completely honest with yourself, you don’t think you could fall into a no strings attached arrangement, not when you already feel so connected to him. Yes, you’ve convinced yourself that having no romantic relationship with Jesse is better than one where you get too attached to him. It’s the most logical option… right?

Jesse sighs, bringing you out of your thoughts  “Yeah, it’s a bad one… but not mine! That one is all Fives”. You try not to smile at his urgency to deflect the terrible pick up line, knowing that Jesse would have taken full credit for it if you instead showed any sign of liking it.

“Oh so I should be continuing this conversation with Fives?” you tease, suddenly perking up “Since it’s his pick up line?”. Straightening your posture, you glance over at the other troopers. 

It’s not a surprise when you see a group of them staring back, the usual bunch, all suddenly looking at the floor or ceiling the second they see you peer over. 

“What?” Jesse’s eyes go wide, his gaze following yours “Why? I thought you didn’t like it?”.

You shrug, keeping your eyes on the others as you blatantly lie “It’s pretty witty… it makes sense that you got that one from Fives, he’s always been the funny one”.

“I can be funny,” Jesse instantly blurts out, not even registering the words himself as he continues “definitely more funny than Fives”.

At the mention of his name, Fives looks over. Although you know he’s trying his best to be subtle, he gives Jesse two thumbs up and a big grin. All Jesse gives him in return is a scowl, which leads to Fives quickly looking away again and whispering something to Echo as he shuffles to the back of the crowd and out of sight. 

“Yep, definitely the funny one,” you repeat, trying to contain your smile when you see Jesse clench his jaw “but I wouldn’t say he’s the charming one”. As much as you love to tease Jesse, you don’t want to overdo it. 

“Charming one?” at the sliver of hope you give him, Jesse’s face lights up, his attention solely focused on you as he continues “Who’s the charming one?”.

“Can’t say” you continue to tease him, not bothering to hide your smirk anymore.

“Why not?” he smiles, leaning closer to you “is it because you’re looking at him? Huh? You getting all shy now?”.

Damn this man. Shrugging again, you look away from him and back at the blaster in front of you. “You are!” He exclaims, moving his head down to get a better look at your face “Aw, are you getting flustered in front of the man of your dreams?”.

You involuntarily laugh at that, finding the amount of confidence this one man can have utterly shocking at times. Jesse chuckles too, revelling in the fact he can make you laugh. 

He opens his mouth to speak again but before he can get the words out, someone calls out his name. “Jesse!” you both look over, slightly grimacing when you see an annoyed Captain Rex has appeared “Over here, now”.

“Duty calls,” Jesse sighs, standing up straight at the order from his Captain “see you later?”.

You decide to stay vague “We’ll see”. 

Jesse smiles at your ambiguity, appreciating how you like to keep him on his toes. With one last nod, he turns and jogs back to the others. You glance over your shoulder as he does, a tight yet strangely pleasant feeling in your chest. Damn his charm… and his nice butt.

***

Later turns out to be two rotations, which feels too long for you. You hoped you’d run into Jesse a few hours after your previous interaction or perhaps in the mesh hall early the next morning. But unfortunately, since you both have busy schedules, it takes two very long rotations for your paths to cross again.

You’re not sure what time it is, too early for any trooper to be waking up but too late for you to get a proper night’s sleep. Despite feeling more at home practising your fighting skills or strategizing the Republic’s next battle plan, you spent the rotation filling out an array of paperwork which has kept you busy well into the night. 

Since a good night’s sleep is out of the question, you’ve found yourself in the mesh hall, devouring either last night’s dinner or an early serving of this morning’s breakfast. Your internal clock is haywire, unable to decipher which timely meal this is supposed to be.

“There is no way you’re eating that” just as you spoon another heap of food into your mouth, Jesse comes into view, watching in awe. With your mouth full, all you can give in response is a questioning look, your eyebrows coming together as you tilt your head up at him. 

“Mesh’la, you should be wined and dined in the snobbiest restaurants of Coruscant,” he flatters you, planting both of his hands on the table as he clambers into the seat across from you “not forced to live on rations bars and whatever gruel that is”. 

Once you swallow the so-called gruel, you reply “And do you have the credits to take me to some fancy, high and mighty Coruscant restaurant?”.

Despite it being (presumably) the middle of the night, Jesse’s smile radiates a burst of energy. “Oh so when you imagine yourself at some nice restaurant, you picture me there with you? …And me paying?!”. He scoffs after adding in that last question, pretending to be baffled. 

You roll your eyes, too busy taking another bite of the food to reply. 

Resting his head in his hands, Jesse watches you with content fascination. “Actually, do you know what’s always on the menu at those fancy restaurants?” he asks, his smile unwavering. 

For a moment, you think, unsure whether this is some ploy or if Jesse is being serious. Giving in, you walk right into his trap “What?”.

“Me ‘n you” he replies with a wink.

Dammit. Luckily for Jesse, you’re too tired to make a big deal out of it, the long rotation finally catching up with you. With your eyelids feeling heavy, your face says it all. 

Jesse chuckles at your reaction, deciding to push his luck as he asks “Was that a good one?”.

With the shake of your head, you reply “Just as cheesy as the rest”.

Surprisingly, this seems to be a revelation for Jesse. Running his hand along that pristine jawline of his, he questions “They’re… cheesy? All of them? Cause I’m pretty sure I used a few smooth ones at the start of all of this”.

Finishing the rest of your food, you stifle a laugh “What, do the ladies at 79’s not tell you how cheesy your flirting is?”.

He replies with an amused scoff “I don’t think they care to be honest”.

Taking in this new yet frustratingly vague intel, you involuntarily lean forward “And what’s that supposed to mean?”. 

Never one to miss an opportunity, Jesse leans forward too, not close enough to invade your personal space but enough for you to notice his 5 o’clock shadow and the way his eyes study you. “I’ll tell you…” he trails off for dramatic effect “if you leave me walk you back to your quarters”.

You roll your eyes at the request but accept it nonetheless “Fine but if you think you’re entering my quarters then you have another thing coming” . 

Practically jumping up from the table, Jesse offers you his hand. “That’s fine by me, just an escort back to your room and nothing more” he confirms. Grabbing the empty container you were eating out of with one hand, you use the other to accept Jesse’s act of chivalry. 

Jesse waits until you’ve binned the container and are walking down the quiet corridors of the ship before elaborating on what he said earlier. 

Noticing your expectant look, he begins “Alright, alright… I just meant that at 79’s, the ladies are usually there for a reason, y’know? I don’t think a lot of them would be spending their night at a clone bar if it wasn’t for the cheap drinks and some quick fun”. 

He keeps his eyes on the corridor, only sparing you a glance. While Jesse tends to act like topics such as this are his forte, he’s never had to discuss this with someone he’s attracted to. It makes his chest tighten, the same question whirling around his brain as he tries to decipher whether he’s explained it in a fair way or if he’s coming across like an arrogant jackass. 

Your lack of response doesn’t help, his worries only intensifying when you don’t quip back a teasing reply. The only noise is his footsteps in sync with yours, getting closer and closer to your quarters. Jesse opens his mouth, about to ramble on a bit more but thankfully, you speak. 

“I don’t get it,” you admit, the door to your quarters coming into view, just a few more paces away “why do you flirt with me when you can go have as much ‘quick fun’ as you want while on Coruscant?”.

Jesse immediately raises his hand to stop you from saying anymore, his feet coming to a halt as he clarifies “Hold on, I’ve never said I wanted to have some quick fun with you”. 

No way.

Oh kriff, this can’t be happening. Is he really denying it? At this point, you presumed that fact was a given, even if he never said those words exactly. Though you try to hide your expression, your face drops, his words hurting you in a way you didn’t realise was possible.

Your shift in mood makes Jesse’s heart almost lurch out of his chest. “No! No I didn’t mean it like that,” he hurriedly states, placing a hand on your shoulder so you turn to face him fully “Well, actually I did mean it but not in the way you think, just please, hear me out”.

You stay quiet, reluctantly meeting his gaze. “I don’t want quick fun with you… or well, that’s not how I imagined us,” he explains, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues “I thought we would have some long term, committed fun. Well, that’s if I can ever convince you with any of my cheesy pick up lines”.

Feeling too vulnerable with his confession, Jesse tries his best to lighten the mood with that last part, hoping to deflect some of the attention back onto his supposed cheesy flirting skills.

With the inklings of a smile gracing your lips, you quietly ask “You got anymore of those pick up lines?”. The look in your eyes tells Jesse all he needs to know, a subtle shyness gleaming in your pupils, sprinkled with hope and anticipation.

“I’m sure I can think up another one,” he says confidently while his brain scrambles for a pick up line. Not wanting to waste any time and potentially lose this moment, Jesse says the first thing he thinks of; “Your lips, against mine. Boom. Kiss”.

You smile in response, taking your time as you consider the suggestion his pick up line so blatantly alludes to. “Straight to the point,” you comment “I like it”. 

Certain this is too good to be true, Jesse’s eyebrows momentarily quirk upwards as he replies “You mean it?”.

Although there is little space between you and Jesse as it is, you take a half step forward, closing the gap between your two bodies. “I think it’s your best one yet” you confirm, a buzz of satisfaction emulating through you when Jesse’s eyes flick to your lips.

Looking for one last sense of approval, his gaze meets yours again, searching your eyes for the same lust that fills his own. Angling your head upwards, you bring your lips close enough for Jesse to understand your intentions but too far away to initiate the kiss. Though you’re positive Jesse wants the same thing, you want him to make the final move. 

You can feel his breath turn shallow, as though the anticipation is too much. With his eyes fluttering shut, Jesse closes the gap, tentatively pressing his lips to yours as he tests the waters.

Everything in Jesse's head is telling him not to do this, that doing such a vulnerable act in an open corridor where anyone could see is a bad idea. And yet it feels so right, a dam of emotion bursting within him as you gently bring your hand up to cup his face, his stubble coarse beneath your fingertips.

In one bold move, Jesse loops his arm around your waist and takes determined strides towards the door to your quarters. You move backwards, trying to match his pace while simultaneously keeping your lips locked on to his. You keep moving backwards, only stopping when the corridor wall presses against your back. Yet even at that, you both continue to move though it’s now in smaller, more shuffled paces as you reach your door.

Jesse hungrily captures your lips in long, hard kisses, urgency lacing each kiss. Slowly, his hands begin to move from your waist, trailing up and down your sides without touching any part of you that’s too intimate.

Keeping one hand by his cheek, you use your other to quickly punch in the security number for your quarters, not even looking down at the command panel as you do.

Waiting for the door to open, you eagerly deepen the kiss, tongue gliding against his lips. With the same amount of eagerness, Jesse opens his mouth to you, bringing his hand up to hold the back of your head as his tongue glides against yours.

When the door opens, you step backwards again and into your room. You expect Jesse to follow, to keep his tight grip on you and continue your fiery kiss… but instead he simply leans into the room, his feet never leaving the corridor as his hands slip away from your body.

As his lips leave yours, it takes you a second to realise he’s not following you, a surprised pout forming on your face. Jesse smiles instantly, a flame of passion burning brightly in his chest when he sees your cute expression.

“Just an escort back to your room and nothing more,” he repeats, echoing his promise from before “that was the deal”.

“Jesse” you groan, slipping your hand into his and playfully tugging. 

He chuckles, cherishing the action. “Next time, huh?” he says, pulling you in close to him one last time “cause I’m not in this for some quick fun, y’hear? You’re not getting in my pants that easily”.

You join in on his laughter, giving him a quick kiss on the jawline and making no attempt to unwrap yourself from his embrace. Lowering his head to your ear, he mumbles “Go on, get some sleep”.

Reluctantly, you break away from Jesse, knowing he’s right. “Fine,” you sigh, stepping deeper into your room “see you later?”.

His relaxed grin quickly turns into a smirk as he replies “We’ll see”. That earns another eye roll from you, though it doesn’t hide the smitten look on your face. And with that, your door slides shut.

Leaving out a satisfied sigh, you walk to your bunk and sit on the edge, adrenaline coursing through you. With a fond shake of your head, you damn Jesse once more, knowing full well he’s got you wrapped around his pinky.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

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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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Eyes Like Champagne

"I got a Girl in the War, Paul. Her eyes are like champagne. They sparkle, bubble over and in the morning all you got is rain."

~ "Girl in the War" - Josh Ritter

Warnings: Reader death. Mentions of blood and violence.

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"I can't wait to see you!" You spoke softly into the flickering hologram. The blue light illuminated your smile. Jesse loved that smile.

"I know, me neither. Just a few more days though. I'll be back on base soon."

You shifted, settling into a more comfortable position. Jesse could see the shelves stocked full of medical supplies behind you.

"Are you hiding in the supply tent again?" He asked, unable to keep from cracking a grin.

The guilty smile on your face was all the answer he needed. He sighed and shook his head, still trying but failing to look stern. "You really shouldn't be in there, you know. Someone could see you."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. "Well, no one's here right now. And besides," You winked at him. "If anyone asks, I'm just taking inventory."

Jesse pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you love me anyway." Your breath hitched as you realized what you just said.

Jesse looked down. The dirt beneath his feet had suddenly become very interesting.

"Jesse?" You questioned, eyebrows pulled together in concern. "What's wrong?"

He looked back up at you, "It's nothing...it..." He paused and opened then closed his mouth as if he was going to say something but changed his mind. "It's been a long day for both of us. You should get some sleep."

You were quiet for a moment. Jesse mentally kicked himself. Say something! Tell her!

"Yeah." You replied softly and smiled at him. "See you when we get back? Drinks are on me."

"Same booth at 79s?"

"Of course." You nodded with a smile. "Stay safe till then."

"Yeah," Jesse replied. "You too."

The call ended and Jesse groaned. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! Jesse cursed to himself quietly. Why hadn't he said anything? Maybe it was just playful banter between friends, but, maybe it was more. Maybe you actually meant it. Maybe you were actually in love with him. What if you felt the same way about him as he did about you?

"Next time." Jesse resolved quietly to himself. On Coruscant in the corner booth of 79s where he first met you. That's where he'd tell you.

***

Jesse sat beside you on the rooftop under the nighttime glow of the city planet. You were wearing the dress he liked - the red one that hugged you in all the right places. Jesse reached into his pack, procuring a small bottle of champagne. You laughed as he regaled to you what Kix had gone through to find it. That was the moment when he realized that he loved you. The bottle refracted the glow of the street lights, sending crystals of light that danced across your face, sparkling like the golden bubbles spilling from the glass.

Suddenly you sat up, lifting your head from his shoulder as if you'd heard something. Jesse's hair stood on edge. You turned to him slowly, face drawn in a sad smile as you placed a hand on his face.

The smooth fabric of the gloves felt cold on his skin. The drab grey of your surgeon's uniform replaced the crimson fabric you'd been wearing just moments ago. Had the dress just been a figment of his imagination?

He stared into your eyes - they still held that champagne sparkle that warmed his heart, but sorrow clouded the other features of your face.

"Jesse." You whispered, lips barely moving. He shivered as a breeze fluttered through the air and you laid you head on his chest.

"I'm scared Jesse, will you hold me?"

He held you tightly, feeling your body shiver against his own.

"Tell me it'll be okay." He looked down at you and nearly screamed. You lay there in his arms with a smouldering hole in the center of your chest. Blood trickled from so many different cuts and scrapes across your body, staining the grey uniform as red as the dress he'd imagined you wearing before. Terror rose in his chest as you grasped his fingers, but somehow you didn't seem to be afraid anymore. You didn't seem to notice how your blood spread across the floor, turning everything it touched into a heady crimson. You were wearing the dress again, but this time the fabric flowed around you, pooling like blood on the ground, dripping through his fingers.

"Tell me I'll be okay, Jesse."

***

Jesse woke with a start, heart thudding against his ribcage.

"Jesse get up! We're gonna be late!" Kix was suddenly beside him, shaking his shoulder. He looked around, the barracks were nearly empty. His best friend and brother frowned down at him, hand still resting on his shoulder as he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"You okay?"

Jesse blinked and took a deep breath, trying to shrug off the cold, heavy feeling of terror that still gripped his waking body.

"Yeah. I - I think so." He stood up, rubbing a hand over his head.

"You sure?" Kix cocked his head at his brother's odd behavior.

"I'm sure, Kix. I just had a really weird dream."

Kix nodded in understanding. They all had odd dreams or even nightmares from time to time. "Well, we're still going to be late for roll call if you don't hurry up."

Jesse shoved a bite of a ration bar in his mouth as he hurriedly threw his armor on. "I'm coming, I'm coming."

***

It had been almost a full rotation since Jesse had woken up from the nightmare, yet he still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something wasn't right.

He entered the small medbay looking around for his friend. "Kix?" Jesse called. "You wanted to see me?"

Kix sat silently on a stool in the corner taking stock of the medical supplies in front of him. Jesse frowned, "You ok, vod?"

Kix turned to face him, pulling his lips into a tight line across his face. He stood up, "Jesse, which Rimsoo is your girl stationed at?"

Jesse rolled his eyes. "She's not my girl, Kix. At least not yet." He paused, taking in Kix's serious demeanor. "Why?" He asked hesitantly, thinking of the dream he'd had the night before. "What's wrong?"

Kix shook his head. "Just answer the question."

"RMSU 14 on Scipio. Sector 1. Why?"

"Our troopers on Anaxes were overrun." Jesse jumped to attention as Captain Rex entered the room.

"At ease, soldier."

Jesse's posture relaxed but his mind still whirred about. Why had he been called here? Had he done something wrong? Both Kix and the Captain knew about the close relationship between the two of you, but had someone else seen something and assumed the worst?

"Captain," Jesse started, then paused when he saw the defeated frown on his face. "Rex, what's wrong? What happened?"

Rex shook his head. "The 401st Battalion was losing Anaxes so their general decided to cut their losses and retreat to Scipio. They took on reinforcements to cut off the supply lines running to Anaxes. In retaliation, the seppies bombed them. Specifically the rimsoo where they knew most of our wounded were being treated."

Jesse felt cold.

"I'm sorry, vod." Kix stepped up to him, "There were no survivors."

Jesse's heart dropped. He could almost hear it shatter. He'd lost brothers before. Hell, it was programmed into them to accept loss and move on. So why did this feel so different? Why did it feel like he'd been kicked in the chest? He stood stiffly, jaw clenched, desperately trying to channel whatever foreign emotion it was that he felt, into rage. Jesse could handle rage. Jesse knew anger. It was familiar. This pain - this kind of heavy grief wasn't something he could suppress and lock away, so he willed it to become something else.

Rex held out a datapad. "I received the message this morning. I assume she rigged it to send once the signal could reach. She recorded this for you, Jesse." Rex's voice sounded far away.

Kix put a hand on Jesse's shoulder. "It may be hard to watch, vod. These are probably her final moments."

Jesse held the datapad with shaking hands.

"Do you want me to stay?" Kix asked gently. Jesse shook his head. "No that's ok. I...I need to do this alone."

Kix nodded. "We'll be right outside."

Rex placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. "I can cover your absence for a few hours," he spoke hesitantly, "But then I need you back in the field."

Jesse could only nod his head as Rex left the room, numb to everything around him save for the datapad in his hands.

Jesse gripped the datapad until his fingers were white. What was so important that you'd send him a message with your last efforts? And why him? He stared at the screen for what seemed like hours until he finally drew up the strength to hit play.

"Hey Jesse." Your voice was weak as you took a shaky breath. "I hope you get this." The light from your headlamp dimly illuminated your face and Jesse could see the blood caked with dust smeared across your face. A tear escaped your eyes and you wiped it away quickly, leaving more blood smeared across your cheekbone. You sniffed, "S-sorry."

Jesse wanted to reach through the screen and tell you that there was no reason to be sorry, and that even the best soldiers cried sometimes.

The image shifted slightly as you gasped, letting out a barely audible whimper. Jesse felt his heart crack.

The screen centered back onto your face. You looked around you and then back at the screen.

"Everyone else is dead, I think." You paused and took a breath, wincing in pain from a wound that Jesse couldn't see. "I'm buried under two tons of rock. I'm not gonna make it outta here, Jess. I'm so sorry." You choked. Despite your attempts to remain strong, more tears flowed down your face carving paths through the bloodied grime.

"I...I dunno how long the charge'll last on this thing but I hope that if someone finds my body, they'll give this to you."

You paused to catch your breath, leaning back against a rock. "I guess you'll have to find someone else to share that drink with at 79s." You chuckled weakly, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Jesse wanted to jump up and shake you. Yell at you. No, no no! Eyes open, Mesh'la. Stay with me. He begged silently.

You seemed to respond to his demands as you groaned and took a shuddering breath. Your eyes were glassy.

"Do you remember that night on the roof? When we got stupid drunk off that champagne that Kix smuggled out of Felucia for you?"

You smiled, closing your eyes again.

"I meant what I said by the way." You slurred drowsily. "I love you Jesse. I think....I think I was just too scared to say it before."

Your eyes screwed shut in pain as the screen shifted again. Jesse's heart thudded against his ribcage. He felt so helpless, watching the pain drain the life from your skin.

"I...I was gonna kiss you in 79s," you said with a quiet chuckle. Jesse almost couldn't make out your words. You raised your head, looking through the screen, and smiled. There it was - that bubbly sparkle in your eyes that Jesse knew so well. For one timeless moment, he could forget the current circumstances and lose himself in them just as he had so many times before. This time he knew you loved him. But this time he couldn't say it in return.

"You would've been my first kiss." The words came as a mournful whisper.

"I don't wanna die, Jesse." Your voice cracked. "But maybe it won't be so bad. It won't hurt anymore." You let out a shaky breath, fingertips brushing the screen. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

The holovid cut off and Jesse was left sitting alone in the dimly lit barracks, staring at the blank screen. He felt numb, watching as his own fingertips took on a life of their own, brushing the screen of the datapad where yours had been only a few seconds ago.

The door opened and Kix silently entered the room. Upon entering, he scanned his brothers face and knew that his worst fears had come to fruition. Sitting on the bunk beside Jesse, Kix could only muster a heartfelt apology. Not even the best medic could fix a shattered heart.

"I'm so sorry, Jesse."

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Some love for Jesse! 🥰

She/Her pronouns

Despite the room being filled, his eyes landed on her. She stood next to General Skywalker. Her eyes lit with a smile as her hand rested on his shoulder.

He wonders what he could have said for her to react that way. He hears the static of his private channel he shares with his brothers sparking to life-

“Jesse, feeling jealous?” Hardcase snickers

“Shut up” Jesse grumbles out as he glares over to where his brother stands before turning back to see her, her eyes now on him

-

Your heart flutters at the sight of him. He is part of the reason you request missions with Skywalker. When you are sent off to work along side others, you always have Jesse lurking in the back of your mind.

A shy smile spreads on your lips as you raise your hand to give him a wave. He waves with his free hand and nods to the clone stood next to him before making his way over.

He is removing his helmet and you feel heat filling your cheeks. You avert your gaze to press your cool fingers against your cheeks. Get ahold of yourself, you think before glancing shyly up at him.

“Jesse!” Your excitement rings clear in your tone “How have you been?”

-

She’s happy to see me? His heart pounds harder at the thought. He’s never imagined for someone like her wanting to see him. After all his face is not exactly one in a million-literally.

“Good, I’ve been good” Jesse beams “and yourself? Commander?”

“Likewise” she cocks her head to the side, her brows knitting together as her hand reaches up and he flinches slightly away from her touch.

“I’m sorry, you had-“ she tires again and this time he lets her. A shiver runs up his spine, her touch is soft like a feather and her fingers cool compared to the heat in his cheeks “an eyelash”

-

You laugh a little as he pinches the small hair off the tip of your finger. You watch the way he looks at it, his lips turned down and brows knit together.

“Oh thank-“

“You make a wish on it”

Your hands had caught his wrist before he could discard the small hair. His confusion is clear on his face and you giggle before holding his finger in front of his lip.

“Make a wish, and then blow on it” you tell him and he glances around him as if to remind you of where you both stand “go on” you encourage him and he sighs but smiles before taking it seriously

“Well? What did you wish for?” You ask after and he laughs shaking his head “huh?! C’mon tell me”

-

She laughs, her eyes lighting up the way that makes his stomach flutter and his heart stop beating for only a moment. She’s so beautiful when she smiles, her laugh like music to his ears. He is sure, no one else can make him feel this way. He reaches for her hand, holding it in secret as best he could

“Okay, I wished-“

“Commander, General Skywalker is asking for you on the bridge”

His hand pulls from hers with the same speed as hers pulled from his. She had turned to the clone, thanking him before turning back. Her hand finding his once more, she gives it a squeeze.

“Another time, yeah?” Her eyes searching his with a hope that made his heart squeeze in his chest

“I’m counting on it” he grins and she glances around, before leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek before leaving him to stand staring after her.

[kaminocasey]

Love, Sex, & Magic Part 3

Summary: Jesse takes you to 79s, his brothers find out about the two of you and are more than supportive.

Pairing: Jesse x F Jedi!Reader, Fives x Reader, Rex x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; THIS FIC ISN'T FOR EVERYONE. If you don't support the things in this fic, don't read it, please. Smut, public sex, exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), multiple partners (sorta, kinda?)

WC: 3K

A/N: I don't know how I've cranked out a Part 3 this fast with a part 4 planned as well... but here we are.

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The cab ride to 79s is almost unbearable for you. Jesse keeps edging his calloused fingers closer and closer to your warmth and you think you’re about to break. You’re pretty sure he’s still got your panties in his pocket, so if he wanted to, he could just tease your bare pussy, which feels like it’s dripping with his cum from earlier anyway.

“Jesse… please.” You whisper, glancing nervously at the cabbie, afraid that he could recognize you.

He smirks down at you, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into his side. “Fine. I’ll behave for now.”

“Thank you.” You laugh, looking out the window at the Coruscant skyline passing by.

“You’ll be begging for it soon enough.” Jesse murmurs in your ear and goosebumps scatter all over your skin. 

You bite back a whimper and cross your legs, clenching your legs together. It’s incredible, really. Your day started out so normally. And now here you are ready for Jesse to bury his fingers inside of you again for the what, third time today? 

You’re definitely not complaining, though. 

When you get to 79s, Jesse helps you out of the cab and follows you inside, trying to keep his hands to himself in case someone’s watching. And with the way you’re looking, he knows they are.

The music is loud as always, which you don’t typically care for, but you find Fives, Kix, Rex, and Cody at the back booth, all smirking knowingly at you and Jesse walking in. Rex gets up to let you and Jesse into the booth.

You give Fives a warning glare and he puts his hands up in surrender before sliding you a shot. 

“Finished with today’s reports, Jess?” Rex asks with a suggestive smile.

“Didn’t get around to it, cap.” Jesse shrugs, smirking, and you look up at him. “They already know.”

The men around you all chuckle and warmth floods your face anyway. 

“Lighten up, Commander. Not much gets past us, anyway.” Fives pats you on the shoulder.

“I’m more concerned about it getting around to Master Kenobi or Master Skywalker.” You take the shot and down it, clenching your eyes slightly as the burn teases your throat. You don’t need to get wasted, just enough to loosen up a bit.

“Your secret is safe with us, ma’am.” Rex promises you.

You look at Commander Cody and he winks at you from across the table, indicating that your secret is safe with him as well. You choose to believe them because they’ve never given you a reason to not trust them.

“I’m honestly more worried about this one.” You nod toward Fives while looking at Rex, amused.

“Hey!” Fives complains.

Kix nods in agreement, though. Rex changes the subject and starts to ask Cody about the 212th’s last battle a couple days ago. Cody starts talking and all the men’s attention immediately goes to him. Except Jesse’s, who’s warm hand starts rubbing your thigh. Suddenly, you can’t focus on what the other commander’s saying, only on the firm hand that just keeps getting closer to your eager warmth. 

The need for Jesse starts to pool into your stomach again and he gives your thigh a rough squeeze, knowingly. You try to keep your gasp in, starting to clench your legs again but Jesse’s hand slides over to stop your other thigh. 

Glancing up at him, you give him a pleading look like “Really, right here in front of all your vod?” He understands and nods. He doesn’t care. Which makes you unable to care as well, you suppose. Spreading your thighs slightly more for him, he slips his fingers closer to your bare warmth. 

You let out the softest whimper that’s thankfully drowned out by the music. Except for Fives who’s sitting right next to you and happens to look down. He looks at Jesse with raised eyebrows. 

Jesse shrugs with a soft nod, giving Fives permission to watch. He knows that if you weren’t okay with it, you’d say something. It surprises you that he’s letting Fives watch, though. Earlier, he seemed so protective and jealous, but now-

Oh…

He’s letting Fives know who you belong to.

Jesse catches your eye and when you bite your lip, he smirks. When he slides his fingers through your folds, you let out a low moan. 

“Quiet, cyar’ika.” Jesse hums in your ear. “Understand?”

You nod, looking up at him with begging eyes. 

“Good girl.” He kisses your forehead and then turns his attention back to what Cody’s saying. 

When you look at Fives, he’s not even looking at you, but you see the tent in his pants, so you know he’s been watching at least a little bit. You lean into Jesse, tucking your head into his neck. Refraining from moaning out loud when he pushes his fingers into you, you close your eyes and let out a soft breath, clenching your fingers around Jesse’s mesh shirt. 

“Look at her all flustered.” Rex chuckles, taking a drink.

“Such a pretty sight.” Fives nods.

“Lucky man.” Kix compliments Jesse.

You open your eyes and look at the table, finding all of them watching you. Warmth floods your body and you accidentally clench around Jesse’s fingers, making him chuckle.

“She loves being praised.” Jesse grins. “Don’t you cyare?”

You look up at him, wide eyed. 

“It’s okay, you can tell them.” He grins. 

You look at all the men staring at you as Jesse thrusts his fingers in and out of you perfectly. “I-I do.” 

“You should’ve seen her earlier. Riding me with an entire audience watching.” He smirks, kissing your temple, proudly. “I think she secretly likes being watched.”

“Not so secret anymore, is it?” You huff when Jesse curls his fingers into that spongy part inside of you, making you whimper.

All the men keep their eyes on you, smirking knowingly, waiting for you to cum all over Jesse’s hand. Your eyes meet Cody’s, your fellow commander that you’ve worked with a lot. He’s leaning back into the seat with his arm around the back of the booth, watching you intently. He’s one of your favorites to work with and having him see you like this is something entirely different.

As if you suddenly get shy, you look down at Jesse’s hand. You know you’re about to cum. You can feel the familiar warmth pooling into your stomach, sending heat all throughout your body. 

“Maker, she’s soaked.” Jesse tells the group and your eyes snap up to his. “Can Fives give you a hand?”

“What?” You ask, not sure you heard right.

“Fives, play with her clit for me.” Jesse grins. “But just remember she’s mine.”

“Sure thing, vod.” Fives smirks. “That okay with you, mesh’la?”

You nod, nervously, still looking at Jesse. His fingers speed up and you can hear the wet sounds over the music now. As you try to keep your moans down, Fives’ fingers find their way to your clit, beginning to rub firm circles over the sensitive bud. 

How is this real life? How is this happening? You know you’re not going to last much-

“Oh fuck…” You feel yourself get thrown over your edge and immediately grip the edge of the table with one hand while clinging to Jesse with the other. 

You ride out your orgasm while grinding against Jesse and Fives’ hands, your body still slightly over-stimulated from earlier. 

“Good job, Commander.” Rex winks when you look up at him. 

You nod slightly, slumping against Jesse, spent. He places sweet kisses all over your face, praising you.

“You did so good for us.” He murmurs between kisses. “So fucking pretty.”

“You are.” You smile with closed eyes, kissing his bicep before wrapping your arms around his.

He chuckles and you quietly listen to the guys talk around you. Fives slides you a glass of water and you thank him.

“Sure thing.” He smirks.

“Stop it.” You roll your eyes.

“Stop what?” He raises his eyebrows innocently.

“Looking at me like that.” You laugh.

“You wanna trade places, cyar’ika?” Jesse asks you and you nod, just to tease Fives. 

Jesse slides you across his lap and you don’t miss the evident bulge in his pants as you cross over to settle between him and Rex.

“Aw, come on.” Fives grins over at you. “I think she’s just afraid she’ll prefer me to you, Jess.”

“Watch it, Fives.” Rex warns him. 

“Don’t worry, Cap. I’m here to patch him up.” Kix teases, patting Fives on the back.

“Yeah, he’s gonna need it.” Jesse huffs. 

Fives puts his hands up in surrender and picks his drink back up at the same time that Tup and Dogma approach the table. Cody scoots over to let Dogma in.

“Scoot over, would ya.” Tup pats Rex and Jesse picks you back up and sits you in his lap. 

His hardened length pushes up against your ass and you can’t help but grind back against him, making his arms fly around you. Only you hear the low groan that he lets out. You smile to yourself, realizing you have the upper hand.

“What did we miss?” Tup asks after ordering a drink.

“Well, the Commander-” Fives starts but Jesse shoots him a warning glare. 

 You all know that Dogma is a stickler for rules, so if he found out what just happened, there’s no telling what he’d do. Probably short circuit and then go running to Master Skywalker. 

“Nothing. You missed nothing.” You smile with a shrug. 

“That’s not nothing.” Tup murmurs across Rex, referring to you sitting in Jesse’s lap. 

“Let it go, Tup’ika.” Jesse smirks. 

Tup nods and settles back into his seat at the end just in time for the waitress to bring his drink to him. 

“Hey Commander?” Kix leans across Fives with a grin.

“Yes, Kix?” You smile back.

“Do you think Jesse could spare you for a dance?” He asks.

You lean to the side a bit so you can look back at Jesse who looks like he’s actually struggling. You realize it’s because of the way you brushed against his length to turn to look at him.

“Is that alright?” You ask him. 

“Sure.” Jesse chuckles. “If you think you can walk.”

“I think I can.” You playfully roll your eyes. 

“Then, I’m gonna have to fix that, aren’t I?” Jesse muses. 

With warm cheeks, you make sure that Dogma and Tup aren’t looking and kiss Jesse on the cheek. “I’ll be back for you to fix it.” 

Jesse nods, smiling as Tup and Rex let you out while Cody and Dogma let Kix out of the booth. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. 

“You’ve got it bad, huh?” Rex asks, patting him on the back.

“I’m in love with her.” Jesse takes a sip of his drink. “I’m absolutely gonna marry her.” 

“How?” Fives asks. “With what rights?” 

“We’ll find a way.” Jesse shrugs as he watches you have a good time dancing with Kix. 

Kix isn’t a bad dancer, but you can’t tear your eyes off your partner. Jesse can’t take his gaze off of you either. It’s like earlier when he told you he’d be watching. You love having his eyes on you. It’s like you can physically feel them on you as if they’re his own hands. It sends tingles down your spine.

“There’s actually a reason I asked you to dance.” Kix tells you, spinning you to the music and then pulling you a bit closer.

“Is there?” You ask with a curious smile.

You sense concern and anxiety from him. Two things that you’ve never sensed from the medic before. 

He nods. “I heard General Skywalker talking to General Kenobi earlier... About you and Jesse.” 

“Oh… What about us?” You swallow but your throat feels way too dry.

“That they know something is going on between the two of you. That today was a sort of test.” Kix tells you.

And you failed… 

You’d never really expected to become a Master anyway… So, now you have your answer. It’d be better to leave the Order, right? The biggest question is if Jesse really meant it that he’d leave the GAR. He was a great arc trooper… well respected… But if he wanted more, you’d gladly give him more. You know you’d give him whatever he wanted.

“Why are you telling me this and not Jesse?” You ask Kix.

“Well, you’re our commander and I respect you. And also, I think that Jesse would try to throw himself under the bus before he’d let you get in any sort of trouble.” Kix spins you again.

You nod in agreement. “Thank you for telling me.” 

“Of course, Commander.” He nods, smiling kindly.

You always liked Kix. He’s so kind and incredibly intelligent. He’d do anything for any of his vod, including risking his life to pull bodies to safety, alive or dead. He’s about as loyal as they come. 

“Would you mind if I-” You nod toward Jesse and Kix nods, understanding.s

“Of course, ma’am.” Kix squeezes your hand before letting you return back to the table.

Walking back to the table, you try to think of what you’re going to tell Jesse. 

“Miss me?” Jesse smirks up at you from the table when Tup and Rex let you back in. 

“Of course.” You take your seat back in his lap, his arms finding their way back around your torso, holding you against him. 

You suppose since you failed Skywalker and Kenobi’s stupid test, there’s no sense in hiding your feelings for the arc trooper anymore, right? 

You lean back toward Jesse’s ear so that only he can hear you. “Skywalker knows about us… They were testing me earlier… and since I failed… I will no longer be a part of the Order.” 

“Well, since you’re not my commander anymore…” He pulls your face to his, kissing you. 

It seems he has the same idea as you, kissing you even deeper, not caring in the slightest who’s watching. You sense a deep love radiating from him. And desire from the rest of his brothers. They all deserve better. 

“What is happening right now?” You hear Dogma ask, confused.

“I knew it.” Tup laughs. 

“No, you didn’t.” Dogma looks at Tup, bewildered.

Jesse’s hand finds its way back to your warmth and you let out a soft gasp against his mouth. He groans hungrily against your lips and momentarily, his hand leaves your chin. You feel him undoing his pants and suddenly, you thank the Maker for the dark lighting in this miscreant booth, so that people can’t see what’s about to happen. 

You ease yourself up slightly, feeling the tip of his hardened length teasing your entrance.

“Sit down.” Jesse demands and you listen, obediently sinking down on his cock. “Good girl.”

The sheer girth of his cock stretches you perfectly over him and he struggles to hold his own delicious moans in. You let out a desperate huff, wanting more than anything for him to start fucking you against this table, not caring who’s watching.

“Maker…” You hear Rex groan. 

Jesse pulls away to smirk at his captain. “Feel how wet she is, ori’vod.” 

Rex looks to you for a final confirmation and you nod against Jesse’s cheek. The 501st captain’s fingers practically fly to your clit, so eager to feel you, unable to tear his eyes away as he begins to expertly tease you. His low groan is indication enough that he likes what he sees. The whimper you let out is muffled against Jesse’s face, so he pulls you away to face the table. 

“You can let them hear you, cyare. It’s alright.” Jesse kisses up your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. 

You’re surprised that you can’t sense any sort of jealousy from Jesse like you did earlier. You can’t help but wonder what changed. Maybe when you declared your love for him, he realized that no matter what, he’s the one you truly want. That you’ll choose him every single time. 

“Where are you, Cyar’ika?” Jesse murmurs in your ear, thrusting into you, snapping your thoughts back to the present. 

“Right here.” You groan softly, resting your head back on his shoulder, grinding against his hips.

His hands graze confidently up your sides, to your front, settling on your breasts. When you open your eyes, you find all of the men’s eyes on you, pupils blown with lust, need and want radiating from each of them. 

“Do you want to fuck my vod?” Jesse chuckles. 

You shake your head, surprised that he’d even suggest a thing. 

“Do you want them to watch me fuck you?” He asks, smirking at all of his brothers. “Show them who you belong to?” 

You nod, heat coursing from your cheeks to your warmth at the thought of them all watching you ride Jesse like you did earlier. 

“You think you can be a good girl and give us one more orgasm and then we can head out?” He asks, kissing your bare shoulders. 

You nod, already feeling that needy warmth throbbing in your core. You’ve pleasantly lost track of how many times you’ve cum today. Rex’s fingers press firmly and vehemently over your clit, his speed starting to quicken and your body starts to involuntarily shake as Jesse lifts you up and down on his cock, fucking you so good, so magnificently that it takes no time at all before you’re coming apart on him, your arousal coating his cock as you clench, begging for Jesse, by name. 

You can tell he’s holding back his own orgasm as you bite your hand at the same time that he’s groping your breasts, slowing his thrusts until you stop shaking. 

“Fucking perfect…” Jesse praises you, his hands sliding down your front to settle on your thighs. “An… absolute angel.”

“You’re struggling, aren’t you?” You tease him, panting softly.

“You have no idea.” He grins, kissing you until you’re breathless.

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HELLO!!!!

is me again hehe <3

lately, i've been thinking about how Jesse and how his strong devotion and loyalty translates into a relationship. so i was thinkingggggg, a scenario where Jesse needs to be walked of the edge of a heated situation and needs reassurance that he's it for reader. that he's the man reader wants to be with and will stand be his side.

can be either SFW or NSFW (with agender reader with female parts??? that would make me so happy) what ever is sparking your lovely imagination.

so appreciate and love and am grateful i found your beautiful writing and met such an amazing person <3

Mythos, my dear! Thank you so much for the ask!! I saw your second ask too and I hope I’ve done your beautiful request justice. Jesse is so passionate but that’s exactly what we love about him and the idea of being able to show him that when he was feeling insecure is exactly what he deserves! I completely got carried away with this and ended up writing over 2.5k words (although it’s never enough for Jesse!). I hope you like it! Thank you for celebrating with me, love!

Pairing: Jesse x GN!/Anatomically Female Reader

Warnings: General Creepiness, Threats of Violence, Canon-Typical content, Self-Doubt, Explicit Sexual Content *MINORS DNI*

You finally made it to the bar on a particularly busy night at 79’s. It was way more work than it should have been for a glass of water, but the dance floor that Jesse had kept you glued to all night was hot, and you were parched.

You could still see him through the crowd. His cog tattoo and shaved head helped him stand out among his identical brothers. That and you’d be able to spot his grin anywhere. He was in his civies tonight, a black t-shirt and his lone pair of jeans. Jesse always looked good, but you enjoyed your current vantage point and took a moment to check out the handsome man. You had only been on dating for a few months. Your friend had been hot and heavy with Fives since the moment she met the goateed clone. It had taken her a few tries to convince you to join them on a double date with one of his brothers who Fives insisted you’d like. You hadn’t been expecting much, not because you didn’t like Fives, but simply because you didn’t imagine someone like him could be your type. Jesse had swept you off your feet, though. You hadn’t admitted it to him yet, but you were falling fast. His endearing charm, constant sarcasm, lighthearted take on life, the passion that burned bright through him, and the kindness and understanding he always showed you made it easy to fall. You watched him move under the neon lights, and you felt a wide smile creep across your face. Jesse always seemed to put that smile there.

So it was Jesse and the lights and the music’s fault that you didn’t notice a crowd of people behind you until one of them stumbled into your back. You spun around, ready to apologize for taking up precious bar space before you realized it was a group of nat-borns. Instantly, your defense went up.

It wasn’t often that other civilians wandered into 79’s, and the ones that did were usually there to cause problems. So as you eyed up the stumbling rough and rowdy group, you didn’t have to go looking to know that they were likely trouble. Unfortunately, as Jesse often liked to remind you, with a deep laugh and elbow to your ribs, trouble usually came looking for you.

“Hey,“ The tallest one slurred as he looked you up and down. “Come here often?”

“Yup.” Your reply was curt, and you hoped they would take the hint when you turned back to face the bar.

Instead, a hand came to your shoulder.

“Hey, I was talking to you.” He was suddenly close, his breath rank and hot on your face as he yanked you towards. “You think you’re too good for us.”

“Don’t touch me.” You took a full step away as you warned him.

“Slummin’ it here with all these test tube freaks.” He closed in on you again. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”

You raised your hands, about to shove him backward, when a familiar arm slid over your shoulder. Despite your guard being up, you instantly knew who was next to you.

“Problem here?”

Your eyes didn’t move from the creep, but you could hear the eternal grin on Jesse’s face. You didn’t mistake the grin for carelessness. Instead, you knew it was just Jesse. He was always calm until he wasn’t.

“Ahh, I see. No problem.” The man stumbled back into his friends before muttering under his breath. “Freak fucker.”

“What did you call them?”

Your head snapped up at the sudden change in tone in Jesse’s voice. He wasn’t grinning anymore. His hand left your shoulder as he began to stiffen at your side. The man didn’t realize his mistake as he kept hurling insults your way.

“They’re just another slut for you meat droids. The Republic needs to end the war so they can take you all out with the trash.”

In split seconds, Jesse lept past you. He swung, his fist connecting with the creep’s jaw, sending him reeling backwards. He threw another jab, catching the man with a blow to the nose before he stumbled out of Jesse’s reach.

Your stomach dropped as one of the friends lunged for Jesse, whose gaze was still on the instigator. But never one to be caught off guard, Jesse side-stepped the second man in the same moment he spun, landing a uppercut into the man’s stomach.

You balled your fists, ready to follow Jesse when another hand came to your shoulder. You cocked a fist back but Kix’s voice found you before you could swing.

“You jump in, you just make it worse for him.”

You huffed in response. Kix wasn’t wrong. You knew Jesse could handle a few nat-borns by himself and he would only be distracted if you started to fight. Still, your fist stayed balled by your side.

In the next moment, a flash of red by the door caught your eye. The Courscant Guard was here. They were always close by on busy nights, keeping the peace however they had to. The three clones positioned themselves by the door. You recognized Thorn by his helmet. He posted himself in the corner, a shiny on either on side of him. You knew he wouldn’t intervene unless he had to, but if Jesse kept at it, Thorn wouldn’t have a choice.

Kix saw Thorn too. He set his jaw and dove into the fray. He emerged with an arm wrapped around Jesse’s waist, tugging the scowling man out of the scuffle. Kix turned, tossing his brother away from the seething nat-borns before he spun around to face them again.

“Get out.” Kix pointed to the door. “Or you’re going to have a lot more meat droids to deal with.”

The instigator snarled through a bloody nose and spit at Kix’s feet. Jesse yelled out and charged for the man again. You turned to face him, stepping into his path and putting your hands on his chest. Jesse looked down at you, his face instantly softening just a bit.

“Jesse - we’re leaving now.” The words were an order but your tone was gentle, hoping you could reach the part of him that had just relaxed under your palms.

He frowned, his eyes quickly back on his target. The men were rapidly retreating out the door, with side-glances thrown at the Guards in red. You felt Jesse twitch, like he wanted to chase after them.

“It’s okay, Jess.” Kix’s voice came from behind you now, calm and quiet. “Just let go it.”

“They’re not worth it.” You lifted one palm to Jesse’s face, laying it on his cheek with just enough pressure to coax him into looking at you. “Please, Jesse.”

His hand came up to your forearm, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Okay,” The words were breathy as they left his mouth. “Okay, okay. You’re right.”

You lifted to meet his lips, capturing him in a quick, grateful kiss.

He exhaled as you pulled away, breaking the brief kiss. You ran your thumb along his cheekbone, tracing the lower rim of his tattoo. Then your hand fell to find his hand at his side.

“Let’s go home.”

You tugged him towards the exit. As you pulled Jesse out of the club, you threw on glance back to search over his shoulder, quickly finding the familiar eyes of Kix. He tilted his head in question, and you nodded in reassurance. He smiled back and raised his glass in a grateful salute before he turned back to the dancefloor. Jesse followed you to the door in a daze. The adrenaline of the fight had worn off, and he hung almost limp as he drifted behind you.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Jesse was almost catatonic. His lids hung heavy over his eyes as he sank onto the edge of your bed. He hadn’t said a word since you left 79’s. You were starting to get worried. Rather than press him to talk, you went to the kitchen and got a wet washcloth. Returning to find him unmoved in the bedroom, you knelt before him. Coaxing him to take off his shoes, you placed them next to yours at the end of the bed. Then you turned your attention to his bruised knuckles. Taking his calloused hand in yours, you started to dab at the scrapped skin.

“You… you don’t have to do that.” Jesse stuttered as he finally spoke.

“I’m happy to, Jesse.” You tried to smile up at him but his sleepy gaze had turned into a wide eyed stare and it caught you off guard.

“No, I mean you shouldn’t have to do that.” He yanked his hand out of yours.

You barely had time to wonder at his sudden movement before he was up on his feet, pacing across your small bedroom.

“Jesse, talk to me.” You kept your voice gentle, not out of fear but out of caring. You wanted him to know you were there for him.

“You deserve better, you know.”

You frowned but before you could protest, Jesse spoke again, never breaking his relentless stride.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a hothead. All I know is how to fight.” Jesse ran his fingers over his broken knuckles. “You deserve more than that.”

He finally stopped his pacing as he caught his form in the full length mirror that hung on your wall. His frown grew as he studied himself.

“Look at me.” His shoulders slumped and his eyes fell to the floor. “I was bred for this. Bred to be a soldier and that’s all I’ll ever be.”

You quickly clambered to your feet. He didn’t move from his position in front of the mirror. You stood behind him, savoring his closeness for a moment. You wrapped your arms around him at his waist and pulled him in tight to you.

“I love your fire, Jesse. I love that you’re a fighter.”

He let out a single dry laugh. It was so soulless, so unlike Jesse. You held him a little closer.

“Look at you, Jesse.” You settled your head on his shoulder, stretching to peer at your combined reflections. “You want to know what I see?”

He finally raised his head, hesitantly meeting your eyes.

“I see how passionately you care, how you love so strongly that you would go to war for those you care about. Your brothers know that. They love and respect you for that. But that fire isn’t all you are.”

“You can make me smile on the hardest of days. You keep calm in far more situations than you give yourself credit for. You like to pretend you don’t care but I can see how deeply you do.” You dug your fingers into his shirt, gripping his ribs, trying to convey how much you wanted him. “Don’t ever say you’re just a soldier. You’re so much more than that, Jesse.”

Jesse’s eyes were shining as his reflection stared back at you. He took your arm from his waist and tugged you in front of him, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders folding you into his warmth. You reached up and held onto his arms like he was the only liferaft in the sea. He started to grin again. You leaned your head back into him with a sigh and a smile.

“I’m so lucky to have met you.” Jesse murmured as he kissed the top of your head.

“We’re both lucky.”

You turned your head to lay a gentle kiss on his bicep. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the smirk on his face widen just a little. He pressed a kiss to your neck. And then another. You tilted your head, giving him more access to your sensitive flesh. One of hands that laid across your chest searched out your pert nipple and began to tease it gently through the rough fabric of your shirt. You leaned back into him with a soft moan, grinding your hips against him, feeling him harden behind you. Jesse’s lips found your ear.

“Oh, cyare,” Jesse’s words were dark and husky. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

His other hand snaked its way down your front, finding the waistline of your pants. Jesse pushed the fabric aside, sinking one knuckle into your already wet center.

“See what you do to me.” You breathlessly muttered. “Jesse, I need you.”

His hands jumped to your waist to find the hem of your shirt. Gentle fingers traced a line up your side, gathering your shirt as he went. Jesse paused at your mid-waist and looked at you. You nodded, giving him permission to proceed. He whipped the top off of you in the next moment. You spun to face him, needy for the feeling of his skin on yours. You tugged at the ends of his shirt, and he quickly obliged. You ran your hands over his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the sturdy build of his muscles.

Jesse bent to meet you and quickly captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply. He still tasted like a hint of whiskey. His tongue swirled with yours in a bruising fury and you felt yourself craving more of him. You broke apart for a moment, both turning your attention to your pants. The last bits of clothing was quickly removed and kicked aside.

Jesse spun you around to face the mirror and then pressed his wide palm on the small of your back, coaxing you into bending over. You gave into his directions, bringing a hand to the wall on either side of the mirror. You felt him run his length along your aching slit. You let out a breathy moan as he brushed along your clitoris, your head falling and eyes closing at the glorious friction.

“Oh no, cyare,” Jesse’s back was suddenly pressed against you, and his hand was on your jaw. He guided your head back up so you were staring into his deep brown eyes.

“That’s it,” he nipped at your neck as he stood again, lining himself up. “Let me see those eyes.”

You stared up at him, meeting his dark look in the mirror. His pupils were blown. Jesse stood again, towering over you. You bit your lip as you studied the breathtaking man for the briefest moment.

Then he entered you. His member filled you, reaching your furthest depths at this angle. The ache of being so full was quickly replaced by a overwhelming pleasure as Jesse’s hand snaked its way around you, deftly finding your already sensitive nub again. He teased small circles as he slowly began to move, dragging his cock from you before swiftly entering you again. Soon, his hips pistoned into you and you pushed back off of the wall, meeting him with every stroke. His other hand held your hip on a strong grip. You cried out his name as a wave of orgasm overtook you. Jesse followed behind, filling you as he finished.

You stood up and swayed on weak legs. Jesse quickly gathered you into his chest, showering your shoulders with kisses.

“Thank you.” He whispered against your skin.

“Always.” You sighed, leaning back into him. The next words left your mouth before you even considered them. “I love you, Jesse.”

Your stomach dropped for a moment. You knew you meant it but maybe it was too soon, too early. Before you could take it back, you looked to him in the mirror. His dark brown eyes found your suddenly wide ones and they were bright, all lust replaced with a vast joy. He quickly spun you to face him. Cupping your face in his hands, he tilted you up towards him.

“I love you too.”

His lips captured yours and his hands fell to wrap around your waist. Your heart soared as he squeezed you tighter to him.

“Now come on,” Jesse smirked before he stepped backwards, tuggiing you towards the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[nahoney22]

OMG HONEYYYY!!! 3k Followers! Congratulations, you deserve it🥺❤️🥰🧸🫂

If you have the time, id like to request the prompt: ‘No one makes me as horny as you do’ With my favorite boy Jesse? Nsfw, female reader and smut plis? Only if you wanna.

I am honestly so happy for you but not surprised that you have 3000 followers now. You are amazing and so is your work.❤️

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Arc Trooper Jesse X F!Reader

word count: 1.2k

NSFW

Prompt:

“No one makes me as horny as you do.”

warnings: 18+ only, smut, kinda public sex but not really, mentions of alcohol, swearing, kissing, dancing/grinding, mutual pining, strangers to lovers.

Authors note: thank you bestie for always supporting me. This is for you @nunanuggets 💜

Jesse had been admiring you from afar for weeks now, but he never mustered up the courage to approach you. However, tonight was different. He parted from his comrades after they gave him a pep talk and made his way towards you.

You sat at the bar in the lively establishment of 79’s that was filled with the sounds of booming music, the clinking of glasses, and the throngs of people indulging in rather exotic dancing between twi’leks and clones.

"Excuse me, do you want a drink?" he asked, the nerves in his voice barely audible over the music. But his embarrassment was short-lived as you gently raised your bright blue drink in response, signaling that you were already taken care of.

You smiled up at him, and he was struck by your soft, warm expression. You had noticed him looking at you over the past few weeks, his friends making it rather obvious, and while you pitied him for not making a move, you couldn't deny your own attraction to him. "How about I buy you one instead?" you suggested, gesturing towards his empty hands.

Jesse chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I appreciate the offer, but I'm good." The music was booming and loud, filling the awkward silence between you two. However, you were determined to strike up a conversation with this handsome Clone, and after a moment, you asked him his name.

"Jesse," he answered quickly, a hint of awkwardness in his tone. He was surprised at how easily the words rolled off your tongue, making him feel more comfortable in your presence. "And what's your name?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

As you told him your name, he felt his heart skip a beat. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he complimented, his gaze roaming over you as his lust for you grew.

You took a sip of your drink, the flashing strobe lights at the bar hiding your blush. "Thanks, Jesse," you replied, a slight smile playing on your lips.

You began to ask Jesse if he was off duty for a while, and from then on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You both were pleased at how easy it was to talk to one another, and as the night wore on, Jesse's attraction for you grew.

Jesse, although trying to act confident, was nervous as he rubbed the back of his head and suddenly blurted out, "I don't suppose you want to dance, do you?" Your heart fluttered at the invitation. You had never been asked to dance before, but the attraction and lust you felt for him was growing with each passing moment.

"I'd like that," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. You slid off your stool and took Jesse's hand, leading him to the middle of the crowded dance floor. With your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and his hands on your waist, you moved to the rhythm of the sultry music playing.

Jesse's touch sent shivers down your spine, and as you both swayed to the beat, you felt yourself growing even more attracted to him. The strobe lights, the music, and Jesse's warm embrace created a sensual atmosphere, and you found yourself lost in the moment.

He spins you around, your back now pressed to his chest and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He groans softly, glad the music blurred it out but then again, he probably wouldn’t care. One of your hands comes up, cupping his cheek as you sway your hips against his body, arse pressing to his codpiece that you are rather annoyed he was wearing.

Jesse leans his head down, warm breath fanning the exposure of your neck once he brushes your hair away. “You’re a bit of a minx it seems.” He smirks, fingers biting into your hips before they move lower and lower until he gives your bum a squeeze.

You gasp in pleasure at his touch, chewing on your lip to stop yourself from throwing yourself at him completely. “And for someone so confident,” you turn to face him again, “why’d it take you so long to finally come talk to me?”

He raised a brow. “You knew I was checking you out?”

You nod as Jesse's smirk grew wider, and his hand moved up to your cheek, caressing it softly. "Why didn't you come over and make a move on me?" he teased. "Men like attention too. I could've wined and dined you by now. Among other things." His words sent a wave of excitement through you, and you took a step closer, eager to hear more.

"Other things?" you prompted, your eyes flashing with lust.

Jesse blushed profusely, suddenly unable to make eye contact with you. You sensed his hesitation and gently cupped his cheek, guiding his gaze back to you. "You're right, men want attention too," you whispered softly, your warm breath fanning his face as you leaned in closer. "Why don't I hint at this 'other thing'?"

Before he could respond, you pressed your lips to his in a soft embrace, testing the waters. Jesse eagerly responded, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back with a hunger that was palpable.

“Baby," he whispered against your soft lips, not caring if anyone saw you two kissing on the dance floor.

"Yes, Jesse?" you replied, nibbling at his lower lip teasingly and sending shivers down his body.

“No one makes me as horny as you do.”

You melt at his words, your pussy already throbbing at what could happen next. “Why don’t we do something about it then?”

A bolt of courage shoots through the Clone as Jesse moves quickly, leading you through the crowded bar and down a hidden staircase below 79's. You were grateful for wearing comfortable shoes as you were taken through the secret area, stopping at a VIP room with a bouncer standing guard. Jesse pays the bouncer and you are allowed to enter.

"I just wanted to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed," Jesse says softly, checking in with you to make sure you're still comfortable with the night's plans.

You smile at him, grateful for his thoughtfulness. "That's sweet, thank you."

He leads you to a private room with a spacious bed and loveseat. Guiding you to the loveseat, he sits down and pulls you onto his lap, kissing you softly. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your lips.

The pair of you wasted no time in removing each other's gloves, trailing needy and soft kisses along each other's nude bodies until you maneuvered yourself to sit on his cock, his hands placed to your waist for support as you let him stretch you out.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He seethes, head tilting back in pure pleasure.

You sigh in ecstasy, slowly moving your hips against his cock, finally getting that fill that you needed. So long you had sat and waited for him to make a move and now he had lured you away to a private room to give you everything you wanted and vice versa.

His arms wrap around your body completely, arms included as he lets you lean forward against his chest as he begins unrelenting thrusts, feverishly pounding away inside you.

You whimper in pleasure, moaning his name as you could only process his cock filling you up, pressing maddeningly against that spot inside you, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough. What a night you had in store.

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[toomanybandstocare]

{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.

Camp Resolute Masterlist

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.

[rexxdjarin]

The 501st Works

~~Fics~~

~~One Shots~~

~~Asks and Thots~~

Clone Trooper Tup

Sleepy Romantic waking up with Tup

Clone Medic Kix

Kix "Arch your back" Sinday asks prompt thot/ficlet

Arc Trooper Jesse

Jesse is a big snuggling guy thots

Jesse is a softie fluff

Arc Trooper Fives

One Bed SFW Trope

[ghostofskywalker]

Hi! could you do "Do you need a hug?" with Jesse or Fives and a fem!reader for your winter ficlets, please?

hi! this went way angstier than i originally intended it to, i'm so sorry. i chose jesse, and i actually made myself cry while writing it

words: 1,087

summary: the more time you spent in the GAR, the more you came to know grief, especially when the casualties of the war were people you had grown close to. Jesse notices that you're struggling, and reaches out to help.

@clonexreaderbingo square: haunted

The Strength To Keep Going

clone troopers masterlist || request a winter ficlet

You had known when you signed up to work for the Grand Army of the Republic, that you would more than likely come to know men who would die in battle. And back when you were signing your name on that fateful piece of flimsi, you thought that you would be able to handle those types of situations with grace and poise. 

You had been decidedly wrong about that assumption. 

Grief was an ugly emotion, an unrelenting rain of melancholy punctured with swirling storms of rage, all tied together with a listlessness to rival that of the oldest tooka in the galaxy. And it had come to take up what felt like a permanent residence in your mind. 

You didn’t want to do anything anymore, but you lived a life in which that was simply not possible. If you let go, even for a fleeting moment, too much could go wrong. Was it worth it to potentially doom the lives of those who marched on because you couldn’t pull your mind away from the faces of the fallen? 

In the beginning, you suffered in silence. Tried to immortalize the names, mannerisms, and faces of the men that were lost in your mind, but soon you could feel some of those memories start to fade. You desperately hung on, cursing the greater powers (whatever they may be) for allowing such suffering to take hold in the galaxy. Every single one of these men had been your friends, and now you had to grapple with the reality that you would never see them again. 

Sleep began to evade you more than usual, and you had taken to wandering the flagship during the night, nodding at the clones and other GAR workers that had chosen this shift, but you never really interacted with anyone else. Eyes bloodshot and gaze distant, you paced through the chilly halls with a blanket around your shoulders and anguish on your face. 

It was one of these nights, where you had no destination in mind but walked the halls like you had some official purpose, and you hadn’t spoken to anyone in hours. Echo had been the latest casualty, and the news had felt like a vibroblade to the heart. 

It had been a particularly rough loss, which was why you didn’t quite register that someone was speaking to you for a few moments. Finally, the voice that you had only been half aware of until now gave way to a gentle touch on your shoulder, and you turned to see who it was that had disturbed you. 

Jesse was standing there, a concerned expression on his face. “Do you need a hug?” he asked softly. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.” 

A whisper-quiet “yeah,” left your mouth, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into a sturdy embrace, the warmth of Jesse’s body seeping through both your blanket and the fabric of your GAR-issued sleepwear. 

His hand reached out to find yours, and you allowed him to slowly lead you to a room a couple hallways away. Couches and chairs were the first thing you noticed, all mismatched and a little worse for wear. You had been to this lounge room a few times to grab something from the chiller, but you didn’t usually stay more than a moment or two. 

“Why don’t you sit down there?” Jesse said as he gestured to one of the couches, and if you weren’t so Maker-damn tired you might have tried to argue. “What’s going on?” 

“How do you keep going?” The question escaped your mouth in a voice that seemed almost accusatory, even though your intentions were far from it. But you couldn’t help it, you had spent too long watching everyone act like nothing was wrong, and you were dying to know where they stored their grief, because you knew it was somewhere. 

You didn’t have to elaborate on your point, Jesse knew what you were asking, but you continued anyway. “Every day I witness more and more loss, and how does it not completely break you after a while?” 

He sat down next to you, reaching out to take your hand. “I don’t know,” he said. “We’ve been told from the time we were cadets that we would likely die in service to the Republic, and I think a lot of us have internalized that by now.” 

You didn’t know it was even possible, but your heart broke even more after you heard that. “Hey,” Jesse said, noticing the way tears were starting to well up in your eyes. “You’re not weak for struggling, and you have no idea how much it means to all of us that you care so much. But I know that my brothers, and especially Echo, would never want you to lose out on living because you were too wrapped up in mourning them.” 

Well, that was it. The tears were coming now, whether you wanted them to or not. “I know,” you managed to breathe out, voice shaky. “But it still hurts.” 

Jesse nodded, knowing that he couldn’t say anything to make your pain truly disappear, even though he wanted to. Instead, all he could do was move closer to you, gently shifting your blanket so that it was covering more of your body than it had been. Silently, you leaned into his touch, resting your head against his chest. 

“General Skywalker told us about the Force one time,” Jesse said, and even though you weren’t quite sure what his point was, you listened aptly. “He said that when beings die, they become part of the world that surrounds us, and that the Jedi are able to draw some of their power from the love that those who came before us had for the galaxy.” 

“Do you think he’s right?” 

“Yeah,” he said. “So I guess it helps me to think about my brothers watching over the ship when I feel sad, and that they’re celebrating our victories with us. This way, no one is ever truly forgotten, you know?”

“No one is ever truly forgotten,” you repeated softly. You didn’t know if anything would ever be enough to truly lift this weight from your thoughts, but it certainly helped to shoulder some of the burden. 

The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a little while longer, and Jesse didn’t bat an eye when you fell asleep against him. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, but he didn’t really mind.

- the end -

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Clone Trooper Masterlist

A place for all of my Clone Trooper Fics, Headcanons, and drabbles. This includes The Clone Wars, Rebels, Legends, and The Bad Batch.

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501st

Captain Rex

Series

[Rec*] - Chapter 1

[Play] - Chapter 2

The Question - Prequel

Exploring a semi long-distance relationship with Rex and the creative solution they come up with to help when Rex is gone (Making a recording with Rex's helmet during sex) - 3/3 Chapters - Explicit

One Shots

Together

Unwanted feelings rise up when Rex gets back from his deployment when the reader just wants to be happy that he's back - 1.1k Words - Explicit

Organized

Captain Rex likes to keep his personal quarters neat and organized. These habits follow him into other aspects of his life - 400 Words - Explicit

Overhear

Rex may or may not have a thing for being overheard during sex. Or maybe he just likes everyone to know he's with you - 1.4k words - Explicit

ARC Trooper Echo

Arms Tonight

You've been in love with your friend Echo for ages. If only Fives would get off your back about it. It's hard enough trying not to not embarrass yourself every chance you get without Fives flaning the flames - 3.4k words - M*

ARC Trooper Jesse

Suck

Jesse discovers something new about himself while you're "together" in the barracks - 1k Words - Explicit

The Bad Batch

To Noise Making

Wrecker wakes his partner up in a very creative way. Neither one of you are concerned if the others overhear - 1.9k Words - Explicit

Wrecker HC

[Prequel to His Girl] Headcanon about Wrecker being unable to keep his hands off his partner for too long. Regardless of whose looks

His Girl

Wrecker and his partner aren't very considerate of the others in the room. Hunter and Echo don't really seem to mind though. Actually‐ they wouldn't mind lending a hand - 1.7k Words - Explicit

Howzer + Laughing midway through

Five sentence fic request - Explicit

Commander Bacara

Series

Kar'taylir

Decided (Bacara's POV)

Bacara has a lot on his mind but things always seem easier when he's with you - 2/2 Chapters - Explicit

One Shots

Bacara + Pining

Bacara is completely smitten with the girl who works in the GAR administration. He's also completely clueless on what to do about it - Potential Series - 700 Words - Mature

Bacara Overstimulation King

5 sentence hc about Bacara liking to cause overstimulation with his partner - Explicit

Lapdance

Headcanon about how Bacara would react to his partner giving him a lapdance - 400 Words - Mature

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[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (7)

Day 7: Visiting them at their place of work (prompt list here)

Jesse x afab!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, flirty, fluffy, suggestive

word count: 1226

You sipped at a cup of rapidly cooling caf, as you prepped for inventory of the med bay. Kix normally did it with you, but you’d asked Rex to order him to relax, which left it as a solo job.

It wasn’t so bad. A little tedious at times, but it also meant you were in charge of restocks and requisitions, and you could ask for approval on all kinds of fancy equipment that Kix would have vetoed before Rex could even hear about it.

You hummed and danced as you started making your way through the room. New beds were an absolute must along with new sheets. You had gotten to the point of singing out loud, really giving your all to the empty space, as you checked your list. Your hips were swaying, as you shimmied and shook your way towards the supply closet.

You finished your performance with a flourish, bowing graciously.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week,” you said with a giggle. You snapped upright at the sound of applause, spinning to see Jesse, leaning against the doorway with the most mischievous grin.

“So my sweet little medic saves lives, shoots like a commando, and sings? What can’t you do, doll?” He asked pushing off the doorway and strolling into the room.

“Sense when I’m being watched apparently,” you answered, your face burning from being caught by Jesse of all people. Things with the trooper were still new, and you hadn’t shared all of your weird and wild yet. As he looked down at you with sheer joy in his eyes though, you realized maybe it would be ok to share a bit more.

“Good thing, or I might have missed all of that. What was that thing you were doing with your hips?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Just moving to the beat,” you shrugged, biting your lip.

“I didn’t know you could move like that. You never dance at 79’s,” he pouted. You breathed out a laugh, as you spun around, repeating the swirl of your hips that he apparently liked so much. You’re pleased when you hear a sharp intake of breath.

“Stars, doll, you’re gonna put me in one of these beds, if you keep that up.”

“Aht aht! Save it until after I finish inventory. I never get to do it while the place is empty,” you fussed.

“Inventory? Where’s Kix?”

“Probably off somewhere, pacing and worrying about what I’m up to in here by myself. Rex made him take the night off.”

“Oh, so I don’t have to worry about him popping out of a closet and kicking me out?” Jesse asked, looking around like he still expected Kix to swoop down and reprimand him for distracting you.

“Not tonight,” you said, moving down your list.

“And I have you all alone until inventory’s done?” His tone was teasing, playful.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “Unless Hardcase does something stupid, yes.”

“Perfect,” the trooper closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your hips as he backed you up against the door of the supply closet. You looked up at him equal parts aroused, and surprised. Your eyes slipped closed, and your lips parted. An invitation for him to continue.

He brought his lips close to yours, letting your breath mingle with his, his thumbs rubbing firmly against your hips. You pushed up on your tip toes, aching to close the distance, only for him to move just out of your reach, but still close enough for his breath to fan across your face.

“Jesseeeee,” you whined. “Teasing is not nice.”

“Are you sure because it feels so good, doll.” He replied, before giving you exactly what you wanted. His lips pressed to yours, kissing you with confidence. Desire swirled through your body, radiating outward, until you could feel your need for him with every inch of your body.

You moaned quietly, causing Jesse to tighten his hold on you, one hand cupping the back of your head to keep you in place. You were about to toss your datapad and let Jesse do as he pleased, when your comm beeped. Jesse sprang back as though Kix had walked in on the two of you. You groaned in frustration, taking a deep breath to fix your attitude.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Hit pause on inventory, Doc. There was a minor scuffle in the mess hall. Sending a couple of concussions your way, and a few in need of stitches,” Rex said, and you could practically see the vein pulsing in his forehead.

“No worries, Cap, I’m ready for them.” You replied, giving Jesse an apologetic look. He shook his head, mouthing ‘It’s ok.’

“Oh, and Kix is on his way too, so you better hit send on any requisitions you were hoping to sneak in.” Rex added with a chuckle.

“One problem at a time, Captain. Sheesh!”

“You can handle it,” Rex said ending the call.

“Kriff,” you swore, “Duty calls.”

“I can be patient,” Jesse replied with a grin. “And helpful.”

“Stay moving, and don’t let Kix focus on you too long, or he’ll send you packing.”

“You’re the boss.”

The next few hours were hectic. It was clearly nothing you couldn’t handle, Jesse noticed, as he watched you and Kix moving smoothly from one patient to the next, picking up where the other left off, communicating effortlessly, all while working on inventory. A dream team. If he didn’t know any better, that light pang of jealousy would sting a lot more.

You and he worked well together though, he thought, as you assigned him tasks, and trusted him to support you and Kix. He kept moving, making sure to stay out of Kix’s way and avoid sneaking too many glances at you while you worked.

As calm returned to the med bay, which now had 5 troopers sleeping off their little brawl, Jesse found his way to your side.

“So much for an impromptu date night,” Jesse said leaning against your desk, as you filled out reports.

“But it certainly wasn’t dull,” you huffed out a short derisive laugh, typing as quickly as possible, so you could still send a requisition request or two to Rex.

“Things are never dull with you, doll,” Jesse leaned closer, reaching out to cup your face and brush his thumb over your cheek.

“Jesse, are you seriously flirting with Doc right now?” Kix asked, finally realizing that Jesse was there.

“No?” Jesse answered, slowly backing away from your desk.

You turned and presented Kix with the most doe eyed, innocent, pleading look you could manage. He narrowed his eyes at you, and you turned up the heat.

“Please, Kix,” you whined quietly.

“Fine, but keep your hands to yourselves until you’re out of here,” he replied softening at the looks of pure joy on your faces. He honestly liked the two of you together. He knew you’d be good to his brother, and he knew his brother would take care of you.

You mouthed ‘thank you’, as Jesse saluted Kix, and reclaimed his place leaning on your desk. The rest of your shift went by much faster. Jesse made time fly, and you hoped he could hang out for your shifts more often.

[arctrooper69]

Til the Last Shot's Fired

A letter from the front lines from a tired soldier.

Part of the "If I Don't Make it Back Alive" clone letter series.

Warnings: Sad/Angsty Jesse

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Hey Sweetheart, I miss you so kriffing much. Don't worry about me. The boys and I are kicking ass and taking names - damn Seppies don't know what hit 'em. Same as we've been doing for months now, but as weird as it sounds, I think the war might actually be over soon. And as weird as it sounds again, I'm glad. The stakes are getting higher and it just feels like this storm is what everything has been leading up to.

I'm writing because I miss you obviously. I dream about you a lot, you know. But a lot has happened and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. A lotta shit went down recently and it got me thinking. You ever feel like you're not as in control of something as you thought you were? We went up against a Sith today. Think like Jedi, but unimaginably evil. He wanted information.....and I tried so kriffing hard....but I gave it up. He ripped the information right outta my kriffing head. My own thoughts....just ripped right out of my mind. I couldn't help it. I betrayed my brothers. My own mind betrayed me. You ever feel as if your own thoughts are against you? Rex says I'm not a traitor, but I feel like one. I thought I had more control than that. I thought I had more discipline. I'm so sorry, babe. I know I said I'd be home by now, but duty calls and like a good soldier does, I've got to answer.

I know you don't wanna hear this, babe, but after what happened I just need to say it. If I don't make it back to you, know that it's not because I didn't try like hell to see you again.

Gods I miss you.

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I'm so kriffing tired, babe. When I close my eyes tonight, I'm gonna think about that night at your place when I last saw you. I wanna remember how your arms felt around me. I wish I could hold you. I wish I could kiss you because right now you are the only thing in the entire Galaxy that would make things seem anywhere close to normal again. I just feel so lost out here without you. I want nothing more than to be back at your place, holding you tight, but hey, you fell for a soldier. I won't fail you, babe. I'll come home soon, I promise. We're heading back to Coruscant soon. I can't wait to see you. I need to feel you in my arms. I need to hold you, touch you, smell that hot fruity perfume you like to wear when you know I'm coming over. I love you! I'll come home, babe. As soon as we've fired off the last shots of this war into the fried Separatist brain circuits, I'll come running. I promise. I love you. Your favorite man, Jesse

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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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