#captain rex fanfic

[daimyosprincess]

SOME REX AND RELAXATION

—PAIRING: Rebels!Captain Rex x F!Reader

—SUMMARY: After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

—WORD COUNT: 3.3k

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, lil bit of Mando'a used (translations at the end), explicit sexual content, unspecified age-gap with an older man (reader is obvs an adult), dom/sub vibes, Daddy kink (bc I can’t help myself), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Please let me know if I missed anything!

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: I miss Rex so this is getting posted today!!! After a rough week a bit ago, I started writing this as a comfort fic to make myself feel better and boy howdy, by the the end of it I was feeling way better 😈 Also: Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor deserve to live in comfy cottages in pastoral peace for the rest of their beautiful days. And I've decided that the clones age normally after the age of 25 so they have nice long lives ahead of them :)

This is my first ever Rex fic and I want to give a big shout out to my resident Rexpert @rexxdjarin for betaing this fic, I hope I did our captain justice 💙 Also thank you to @cloned-eyes for letting me use their amazing Rex art in my header!! That fresh out the shower Rex was some delicious inspo for this fic 🫠

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The only thing worse than the day you’ve had was this week as a whole. Nothing had gone right with the New Republic school going up in town, and somehow the solution to several of those problems was what you’d said a week ago… but only when that bureaucratic sop from Coruscant said it. Not to mention the pipes burst in your apartment, you slipped down some stairs in front of a street full of people (with the worst bruise of your entire life to prove it), and to top it all off, you dropped your overpriced caf all over your shoes this morning.

Not a great week.

At this point, you’re only one minor inconvenience away from snapping—the fact that it’s the end of the work week is the only thing keeping you together. And, of course, your perfect, wonderful captain of a boyfriend, Rex. You’ve been staying at his farmhouse while repairs are made to the water lines that caused the damage at your place. 

He and his brothers, Gregor and Wolffe, had come to your quiet little agricultural planet a couple years ago and fixed up a few of the old houses at the edge town to live in. They mostly keep to themselves, but are always willing to lend a helping hand when it’s needed, whether it’s making repairs after the annual monsoon, donating fresh produce for school meals, or digging out flooded irrigation ditches. They are good men and the town accepts them as part of their own, even if Wolffe is a little grumpy and Gregor turns all the local women into giggling messes when he’s around.

The three of them are mending a fence on the far side of the property when you arrive at the farmstead. Usually you would have taken your speeder over for a chat, but you don’t think you have it in you after today. All you want to do is take off your bra and flop face-down on Rex’s couch to wait for the world to stop sucking—which is exactly how Rex finds you when he comes inside a few minutes later. 

“Another great day then, mesh’la?” he teases with the mirth of a man who already knows his question’s answer. His work boots make a thud on the stone tiles as he pulls them off.

Without looking up, you grunt a “no” into the cushions and shake your head.

“Do you want to come shower with me or do you need some alone time?”

“Alone time,” your muffled voice answers, “then Rex time. Lots and lots of Rex time.”

His warm chuckle and beard graze delightfully over the back of your neck as he bends to press a kiss to your hair. “Alright then, pretty girl. Just relax and I’ll be back to give you all the time in the world, okay?” You give him another muffled affirmative and he squeezes your calf affectionately before heading to the ‘fresher. 

Maker, he’s good to you. 

A year ago you would have never thought you’d find yourself in a long-term relationship with an ex-clone trooper who’s old enough to be your father, or that you would be calling said ex-clone trooper Daddy while he makes you see stars. The Force works in mysterious ways, you suppose… not that you’re complaining. Far from it. 

Your relationship with Rex might have come as a surprise but you’ve never been happier: things with him are as close to perfect as they can get. He cares for you, makes you feel so safe and loved and warm that you could melt into a puddle at his feet, and you adore him. He’s kind, strong, and compassionate, a good leader through and through. The galaxy has never made a finer man, and not to mention, a finer lover.

Eventually, you muster the strength to roll yourself off the couch and ditch your work clothes for your much more comfortable loungewear, deciding to forgo panties as a nice little surprise for your boyfriend. Snuggling under his covers that smell of him, you flip onto your stomach to scroll through your datapad. Efficient as always, Rex doesn’t make you wait long, the ‘fresher door sliding open a few minutes later. The comforting, woody smell of his soap fills your nose as you take in his broad frame glistening from his shower. 

Kark, he looks good. All broad shoulders and bronze skin, thick and perfect. How has no one made a statue of this man?

Noticing your interested stare, he winks as he hangs his towel on its hook. “Feeling better, mesh’la?”

You hum your delight and click off your tablet to give him your full attention. “Yeah, could be better, though,” you add with a sneaky smile.

“Oh yeah? How?” Flicking off the ‘fresher light, he starts towards you. The mischievous glint in your boyfriend’s eye is more than enough to get your blood pumping, especially combined with his shirtless upper half. 

You flip up the covers next to you, grinning up at him. “Well for starters, you could get in the bed with me, handsome.” His brown eyes sparkle when he returns the expression, the corners of his eyes crinkling fondly. “And then you can hold me and make me forget all about this entire kriffing week.” 

Your captain is quite good at making you forget things, whether it be a bad day or your own name.

Obliging as always, Rex slides in behind you and loops an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his bare chest. Your body reacts immediately to his touch, the tension in your muscles slacking. He nuzzles into your neck, making you giggle from the way his beard tickles the sensitive skin there, and starts kissing every bit of you his lips can reach. When you try to squirm away from him and his beard, squealing and panting from your laughter, he just locks his big arms around you and keeps going.

“Eeee! Rex! S-stop, you’re tickling me-you’re tickling me!”

In between smacking kisses, he chuckles into your ear. “I thought you said you want me to make you forget about this week, mesh’la.” His hold loosens enough for you to wriggle around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and admiring how handsome he is up close.

You brush your lips over his, gently running your nails down the back of his neck and savoring the way he shivers at your soft touches; knowing you have such an effect on him makes your skin hot. “Well Captain,” you drawl with syrupy sweetness, “I was thinking something more along the lines of… this.” You roll your hips against his, sighing at the pleasant sensation. 

Rex groans his rumbling approval and drops his large hands to your ass to grind you harder against his center. “Anything you want, baby, just tell me and it’s yours.”

You know what you want: to be taken care of after this shit-show of a week, to be kissed and loved and cherished like only he can, doted on and held safe in his arms. You want to completely let go and surrender—no more thoughts, no more worries, just him. Just Rex. Your perfect, perfect Rex. 

Capturing his lips in an indulgent kiss, you whine your desire into his mouth when you break for air, not caring how needy you sound. 

He shushes you with gentle sounds, stroking over your hair. “Of course, sweetheart,” he coos in a sinfully sweet voice, cradling your face between his palms, “you’ve had a hard week… yeah, I know, I know. You need Daddy to make it all better, don’t you?” He pulls you crushingly tight against the strong line of his body, just how he knows you like, holding all your pieces together so you don’t have to.

“Please,” you gasp, burrowing deeper into him, “Don’t wanna… don’t wanna be anymore. Just wanna be yours.” The ache of existence in your chest is already beginning to melt underneath his weight, replaced by the tender warmth of his devoted attention. The edges of your mind go liquid as you let him pour you into his mold.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, all you have to do is listen and let him make you feel good, okay, babygirl?” You bob your head in a nod, your eyes starry and wide as you await his next instruction. Rubbing the back of your neck, Rex places an affectionate kiss on your forehead for your obedience. “Good girl. Now turn over, face out and back to me… lift your arms… yeah, just like that,” he murmurs as he slides your top off, planting wet kisses on the new skin exposed to him.

His battle-worn hands skim up the swell of your tummy to take in breasts. You’re already buzzing in eager anticipation. You push into his touch, pressing your chest out in an offer of more, and you’re to be quickly rewarded with a low groan and his fingers rolling your sensitive nipples deliciously slow. Wanting heat rises through you like a flame catching to dry tender while little mewls of pleasure fall from your lips. 

“So beautiful, so warm, my sweet cyar’ika,” he purrs between more lush kisses, “I know this makes you feel good… I’m going to give those perfect tits the attention they deserve.” He gives your peaked tips a gentle pinch and you moan, the electric sensation shooting straight to swollen clit. Smiling at your vocal pleasure, Rex begins an erotic rhythm that has you bucking your hips as his fingers alternate between pinching and rolling.

“Ooohhh, y-you feel so… you feel s-so good,” you whine, writhing against his ministrations. With the way his breathing has gone hot and ragged in your ear, you swear it could be enough to make you come untouched. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, just feel the pleasure… just concentrate on how good you feel, nothing else,” he instructs, his deep voice like golden honey to your ears. “Daddy’s got you now, he’s gonna take care of everything. He doesn’t like seeing his baby so stressed and unhappy.” Rex latches onto your pulse point, sucking your heated flesh into his mouth and sending waves of pleasure throbbing through your nerves.

“Nev-never unhappy with you,” you pant, reaching your hand back to push him deeper into your neck. Rex is your shining sun who banishes all of life’s many darknesses, and the match which lights the fire of your loins. He’s everything to you, and right now, he’s all you can feel and see and smell. It’s utterly divine. 

“Mmm, that makes me so happy to hear, you know why? Making you happy, taking care of my beautiful babygirl… it makes me happy. Daddy loves being there for his cyar’ika and he’d do anything to put a smile on her face, you know that?” Cupping your jaw, he tilts your head back to steal the little gasps of delight dripping sugary-thick from your lips. As hot and heavy as things have become, Rex doesn’t rush. He takes his time licking into your mouth and nibbling on your slicked bottom lip, all the while kneading and rolling your breasts, ever the man to keep his word.

Molten heat rushes through your veins as his words pour over your skin, spurring you onto new heights under his generous hands—the deep swell of his voice loosens the taunt aggravation of the week still stowed in your muscles. You’re like lavish wax under his care, worked pliable by him then molded into a work of weightless art, your very existence something to be admired.

His calloused fingertips sweep over the plushness of your lower belly, the shimmering heat of your arousal converging at his touch. When he dips below the fabric of your waistband, he sucks in a breath. “No panties, pretty girl? Now you’re the one spoiling me,” he groans, his cock twitching against the cage of your back. 

You let out a delighted, breathy giggle at his body’s reaction to the discovery. “I thought you might like that,” you breathe out fond and pleased, “I did it just for you.” 

He brushes lower, his middle finger tracing over the damp seam of your folds and a whimper sneaks through your smile at the feathery sensation. It’s these light, almost subatomic touches that make you come loose at the seams—and he knows it. Inside the year that you’ve been together, Rex has learned your body intimately, its history and inner workings revealed in the hours you spent in his arms.

“I love to hear your sweet little laugh, and I love to know that you’re smiling,” he murmurs affectionately, cupping your slick mound, “I’m so proud of you for letting me take some of the weight off you after this difficult week.” He takes a moment to plant kisses in the soft crook of your neck and up to your ear before continuing. “Now, just lie back, let me make you feel all warm and sweet. I want to watch you melt for me… melt and leave me with all your sweet honey to lick up.”

Each word shaped by his rich rasp further unmoors you from your senses. That sensual tingling feeling of submission bubbles pleasantly across your mind, your bones softening to downey cotton as you lose yourself to the sound of Rex’s voice. You can’t tell where the vibration of your own sounds of pleasure end and his begin, but it doesn’t matter. You’re safe, so, so safe and happy here in the glowing space between his arms. If only you could have him inside, too…

“C-can I have more, please? Want more of you, baby,” you pant, grinding into his palm between your thighs.

“Of course, mesh’la, you can have whatever you like. Anything and everything, all you have to do is ask.” Pressing into your lower lips, he spreads you apart. Your teeth immediately catch your lip when his trigger finger begins languidly sliding over your buzzing clit; the delicious friction fans the flames of your desire, heating you from the inside out. A rumble of satisfaction rolls up his chest when your head falls back against his shoulder with a contented sigh. 

Rex takes advantage of the new access you allowed him, dragging his hot lips over your collarbone to nip and suck little marks onto your heated skin. “Mmm, I love touching you, I love feeling you,” he hums, thick and heady, “I want you to feel how much I care about you…” He scrapes his teeth up your tender throat to capture your mouth with his own.

Stars-Maker-kriff does he kiss like a god. A king amongst men, really, who- “Oh!”

Your eyes fly open as your captain easily flips you under him like a ragdoll, pulling your pants down and flinging them over his shoulder in one fluid motion that has you gushing.

“That’s better,” he mutters between hot mouthed-kisses down your sternum and over your tummy. The way his beard scrapes over your skin has chillbumps flowering all over. “It fills me up with so much happiness when I get to love on my sweet cyar’ika and take care of her. Makes everything else go away for me, too, sweetheart. I get to just focus on you.” 

His large hands skate down your ribs then down the curve of your hips to massage the fullness of your thighs. “I’ve been waiting to worship this perfect pussy, pull all those pretty sounds out of you while you come over and over… just like you deserve.”

You’re nothing more than a warm soup of sparkling sensation, swirling around the ache building in your core. Rex isn’t usually one to tease you, but it feels like he’s taking an eternity to make it between your-

“Ohhhh, Reeeex!”

Wrapping his thick arms around your thighs, he literally lifts you up to his mouth, moaning like a man tasting some paradisic fruit after months in the desert. “Fuck, babygirl, your little pussy… I could feel hot and needy it was when you were rubbing up against me, how wet and messy you were… but this? Kark. I’m so lucky to be able to kiss all over this beautiful cunt. So lucky to have this pussy, this ass,” he gives an appreciative squeeze to your behind, “and this sweet little girl all to myself.”

The air is suctioned from your lungs by the gravity of his pleasure; it’s unrelenting and all-consuming, it’s all you can comprehend. Squeezing your eyes shut in focus, you manage a reply. “S-so l-lucky to have you, Rex. You’re s-so good to me… love you… love you so much.” You cut off with a shuddering cry when he sucks your bud between his lips, not caring that you’re swiftly losing a battle you don’t want to win.

“I love you so much, my mesh’la,” he pants into your heat. “My sweet, precious girl, I’m going to give you my fingers, okay? Gonna give you just what you need so you can come all over my face.” He slips two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking and releasing them with pop before easing into your soaked entrance. The twin sounds of your satisfaction fill the room, the stout stretch of his fingers making you moan while the clutch of your cunt has your captain grunting praises against your clit. 

“Kark, you’re so tight and wet, so perfect… clenching around me,” he crooks his fingers as much as he can in the restrictive walls, “Don’t hold back, beautiful, let me hear you. Let me hear how good you feel.”

His words scorch your nerves to ash with a molten magma of pleasure that erupts from your core. Your spine bows up, making Rex find the soul-shattering spot that makes you scream in ecstasy. The world around you snaps into sharp focus, bright and loud before exploding in a shower of stars and lambent energy. You’re unmade, unwound down to your most basal form of hot-blooded, carnal need where time and worldly matters no longer reign in your existence. Primal satisfaction and the thrill of euphoria rule you instead for several effervescent moments.

When the flood of electricity flowing from every cell and synapse begins to ebb to jolting aftershocks, the sweet praise of your lover floats over you in warm waves. “So beautiful like this… keep going mesh’la, take what you need… I love you so much… love making you feel good, love feeling your perfect pussy on my fingers…”

Reverent kisses are bestowed like offerings to the divinity of your pleasure as you materialize back into reality one pounding heartbeat at a time. Joy radiates from every molecule in your body, the stress of the mortal coil dissolved and washed far away, leaving you light, free, and happy. You want nothing more than to revel in this glorious sensation with the love of your life, and you call out to your captain with a breezy sigh, “Rex…”

“Cyare…”

“Want you close, my love, want you to hold me.”

You barely register his movement in your hazy after-glow, but soon your chest is pressed against a familiar wall of muscle and there’s a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Snuggling into his open warmth, you nuzzle into his neck and inhale Rex’s timber-fresh scent. 

Safe… happy… love. Him. Forever. 

Your hazy thoughts drift across the clear sky of your mind, eventually coalescing into a nebulous sentiment your lips can form around. “Rex… love you so much… thank you, baby.”

Curling around you tighter, Rex’s beard brushes over your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your temple. “Anything for you, my sweet, perfect girl,” he smiles into your hair, “You are everything to me, the light of an old soldier’s life. I will always take care of you, my mesh’la, no matter what.”

And with the certainty only love can bring, you know him to be true.   

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS

cyare - beloved, love

cyar’ika - sweetheart, darling, (a diminutive of cyare)

mesh'la - beautiful

#once again i will think i am clever with these titles lmao #zwei writes #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x f!reader #captain rex x you #captain rex fanfic #captain rex fanfiction #captain rex smut #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #some rex and relaxation fic

[echoedcrosshairs]

Unseen Scars ~ p.2

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

Masterlist part 1

Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself. Your nerves were still on edge tempting you to flee being around the rest of clone force 99 even if their chips weren't activated they were still at risk at going nuclear at any moment. Although the walk back to the parlor soothed your nerves being Echo and him again but going into the parlor into such a cramped space didn't help. Rex positioned you behind him hoping it would help sooth you, his arm went around your waist ready to shove you away if necessary. Nonchalantly Echo had placed himself between Rex and the rest of his brothers, he may have trusted them with every bone in his body since they rescued him but you were still the commander to him. They both wanted to protect you even from a non existed threat. It was comforting that after all this time Rex and Echo just had to look at each other to know what the other was thinking. The 501st may be gone but the bond between them lives on.

"Do you think the Commander will rehabilitate?" Tech said flatly looking at you then back to Rex mind conversation, "Obviously I disagree with the systematic eradication of the Jedi, she does not possess the same mental fitness as we clones have been bred to endure and the order has seem to take a heavy toil on her mental aptitude for returning to the fight."

"The Commander-" Rex started, "Can speak for herself," you cut in.

You swallowed looking at Tech, "A wise man once said Truth enlightens the mind, but won't always bring happiness to your heart. It is a lot to accept and understand but it doesn't heal the fact my own men, men I trusted with my life and fought beside for years, tried to terminate me nor the death of so many allies. That same man also said 'Ignore your own instincts at your own peril," you paused to look at them and up at Wrecker before your eyes shot back down, you couldn't help feel that something was wrong but the force was beckoning your silence, "I am not ready to find myself in that position again."

"Well get them out," Echo said defiantly, "We'll never be a threat to you, ever."

"I'll be in touch," Rex nodded pulling you away from them towards the exit but waited to speak until he put a decent amount of distance between you and Hunter, "The force is telling you something isn't it?"

"They have to get them out, soon. How did you get yours out?"

Jesse... Vaughn... Your mind wandered to the battlefield, having the 501st at your side. The boys always wanted to die in battle but never like that. You wiped the corner of your eyes, "They were good men," you choked out when he was done.

"The best."

The both of you continued down the street in silence, at some point your hand found his. It still hurt to look at him but his presence helped the pain, "Now what?" you whispered.

"You can stay here... or you can help me save my brothers, I have to try."

You looked at him, the conviction as dedication across his face was the same one he had before a battle, "I'll come," you whispered before you had time to think it through, "Don't know how much use I'll be, Tech has a point."

"It doesn't matter, just having a Jedi with us is enough especially you Commander," Rex said squeezing your hand, "We should gather your belongings, the boys are destined to pick me up shortly."

Weaving between side streets it was an easy back track to your tiny place, Rex found a bag and quickly packed your clothes as your hand rested against the slats in the floor concealing your past.  You scooted up lifting the slate with the force letting your free hand dig out the pouch after putting the board back you opened it retrieving the saber. The weight felt foreign in your grasp, the metal cool to the touch. You flicked it up into the air catching it with the other hand, just like riding a speeder. Looking over you saw Rex observing with a small smile before he returned to packing, you tucked the saber away.

"Are you sure about this?" he said slinging the bag over his shoulder but not looking at you trying to hide the grim expression. He would keep giving you a chance to go back to a normal life if you wanted one even if it hurt him, the war took so much from you he didn't want to be the reason you lost any more.

"Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself," you stated with a heavy breath, it wasn't the simple answer you knew Rex wanted but it was the truth, "If you remember Anakin and I were never one for running when things got tough. I think I've hidden in the shadows long enough." That statement was the first sliver of hope you had in a long time. Your eyes found Rex's, fondness had swept over them at the mention of the old days, the simple days. Keeping eye contact you took the short steps across to him tucking your face in his neck holding him. Your body still screamed run but your heart told you not to let go.

His hand found your back rubbing it, "We should get going," he sighed not wanting the tender moment to end, "Let's meet the 105th," he smirked.

"Did you really just switch the numbers?" you said with real genuine laughter.

"No, but I think I'll start calling us that if you make that beautiful sound again," he said putting your arm through the crook of his, "Let's go."

Finding the ship wasn't hard, it was discreet for the most part in the back of the docking station. The only tell tale sign that it was different then any of the standard ships around the port had been a barely noticeable white mark barely indistinguishable in the shape of Ashoka facial mark hidden near the bottom of the haul by the ramp.

Rex squeezed your hand tightly finding the nervous expression on your face, "None of these men will ever be a threat to you," he said giving the ship three solid knocks.

Your heart shook as the anticipation grew, these are Rex's men. Deserters of the Empire, they could be trusted. Right? I trusted my men... Clam grew over your skin as the ramp finally touched the ground. Looking up you found a green trooper looking down at you, one of master Yoda's men? You watched the trooper salute, standing at attention coughing to get the attention of the other trooper hanging near by who repeated his attention.

"Commander, this is Nemec and the brother over there is Fireball, at ease," Rex said giving them a stiff nod.

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Nemec said as you walked on board after Rex.

"She's a little skittish around us clones so give her breathing room."

"Don't blame her," Fireball murmured, "I barely ever want to see our face again," he heard Nemec cough finding the glare he was giving him, "Just saying, I can barely stand to look at it after what our brothers did."

"His chip's defective, deteriorated but unlike Tup's it didn't execute the order early. It's out now. He took the loss of his General hard and found me soon after," Rex whispered.

"Let's get out of here, I'm going to show the Commander around," Rex said gesturing away from them, "Refresher, their room, my room, mess... sorta," he shrugged, "storage closet, I could turn that into your private room if you want one," he shrugged again nervously rubbing his neck at the unspoken question hanging in the area.

"I think I should share yours Captain, I'll want my own bed of course."

Rex's heart skipped a beat, "I can arrange that," he tried to keep his stern dignified expression but felt like a cadet, of course their had been nights together but never like this coexisting in the same place, "Sorry," he coughed finding the responsive blush across your face. "Anyway, you can take my bed for now. I'll go grab a spare mat from the storage room," he said setting the pack down on his bed excusing himself so you to get settled in. It's not like before di'kut, the reminder settled in his bones wondering if all of the closeness had been to much. He tried to steal himself to that possibility. Taking a seat outside the room, he forced himself to clear his mind until Nemec walked over.

"You sure about this, Captain," he said jetting his chin towards the door, "We need a Jedi on our side but are we sure being in these cramped quarters is good for her?"

Rex understood his brothers concern, he looked at the door for a moment before placing a hand on the man's shoulder, "She was always the backbone holding the men together after every major loses and always giving us hope. It's time we do the same for her." His tone was firm, "I trust her, she choose to come with me for a reason. I believe she knows she can work through this."

"Did you ever think she came because she loves you?"

"Trust her judgement, Vod," Rex smiled taking his hand off his shoulder, "Let's head to base." Turning on his heel Rex rummaged through the storage closet grabbing the rolled up mat before heading back to his room. Our room, he thought smiling. When he returned all of your belonging had already taken up the spade signifying your stay with him.

"I haven't seen or slept on one of those in ages," you smiled softly looking at the poor express for a bed as he laid it out, "I'll take the mat if you want the bed-."

"Don't even think about taking the floor Mesh'la," he said bringing his gaze to yours, "We'll head to our base to plan to get The Bad Batch's chips out and you can see everyone else, I know their's a couple other 501st troopers who'd love to see you," he smiled.

"Who?" You asked going wide eyed.

"Hawk and Dogma," his grinned widen, "I definitely didn't expect it either," he cautiously said walking forward letting one hand fall to your hip, "A Jedi and a captain, whatever are they going to think," he jested hearing you laugh melting some of the burdens in his heart, "I've missed you every passing moment, Cyare," his grin faltered for a second before returning, "No matter how long it takes I'll wait for you to be ready again," he said letting go, "the rest of my life if need be. Now I have to try to figure out how to get their chips out."

"Captain?"

"Yes, Mesh'la?"

You took the step back towards him wrapping your arms around his neck, the familiar scent, feel of him and the warm tiny tug through the force, "Thank you for being patient," you pulled away wrapping your arms at your side, "We can use the republic scrap yard, their were rumors of a ship being delivered."

"And you know this how?" Rex smiled crossing his arms.

"I did have a salvaging job to get by."

"I'll let the boys know and we can devise a plan, welcome back Commander."

You followed after him, skin prickling at Nemec and Fireballs presence. They each offered a small smile as you took the sit next to the Captain as he started planning. He was quiet for what seemed like forever when he hand stretched out and rested in your thigh as he kept working. You looked down at it, lip quivering as tears threaten to fall again. It's a different time, you placed your hand over his as you chimed it time to time with what little information you had.

"Rex?"

"Yes, Mesh'la?" he said not lifting his eyes from the task at hand.

"I'll love you the rest of my life too," you whispered squeezing his hand, "I think we're getting ready to land again," you said feeling the ship slowing down.

Rex gave a tiny nod standing up interweaving his fingers with yours, guiding you towards the cockpit finding Fireball bringing the ship down. You observed the low tech handmade building and the small cluster of troopers already waiting outside, greens, greys, a red and then the 501st blue. You saw the familiar valiant tattoo across Dogma's face and then the red hawk wing tattoo's on Hawk's temples. Walking off the ship Rex placed himself between you and the rest of them, each set of eyes noticing the hands bound together. You felt like you were going to be sick being around this many troopers, it apparently must have paled you.

"Commander, you're not looking so good," Hawk pointed out.

"Let's get some air Cyare," he said softly, "Hawk, Dogma both of you are coming with me to help a couple of our brother's get their chips out."

"Yes, Sir."

Gently you felt Rex stir you away from the crowd away from prying eyes towards the edge of the small base, guiding you towards a crate to sit on overlooking the forest, "Better?" he asked quietly.

"Do you think Tech's right? What if-."

"A wise woman once told me when I was losing faith in myself; A soldier's most powerful weapon is courage. Courage begins by trusting oneself. You choose to come with me, Commander, you could have stayed on Ord Mantell and lived out a regular civilian life but you didn't."

"You've been waiting since Tibrin to toss that back at me, haven't you?" you said with a smile sad laugh, your gaze travelled to the sky remembering other sayings you were taught; Who we are never changes, who we think we are does. One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. To seek something is to believe in its possibility. I was- I am Jedi, a Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic and partner of one of the most highly decorated Captain's. I do not run when the battle get's rough, I stand beside my men and face evil head first. I am survivor of Order 66, I lived to fight another day. You exhaled a breath you were apparently holding. Turning your head, you took his appearance forcing your mind to calm down and body to still. The familiar earthly tone of his eyes; the arrays of brown to shimmering golds, the short blonde hair, the expressive eyes just for you and a smile that puts very sun to shame. While your body tried to fight but your mind had already come to terms with reality, it might take for your body to catch up but it would be worth it. Rex would be worth it. You watched his hand come up and caress your cheek, your breath hitched as you leaned into it bringing your hand to his.

"Possibly," he smiled finally answering the question, "Ready to go back?"

"Yeah, I want to see the boys," you smiled.

Rex pulled you closer to him, "Let's go see the boys," he affirmed keeping his hand around your waist stirring you around troopers until he found the two other blues in the back rolling up their sleeping packs.

"Sir," Dogma saluted before staring down at Rex's arm, "Regulations-"

"No longer exist," Hawk pointed out, "Called it," he chuckled.

"Nice to see you too, Dogma."

"Sorry, still getting use to it," he added nervously.

"Me too," you mumbled.

"I am happy for the two of you," Dogma quickly added, "When are we leaving?"

"In a couple hours," Rex said feeling your body slowly continue to tense. His mouth fell agape when you reached out hugging the two of them, "I've missed you, boys," you whispered before pulling back. Rex's hand found your waist again feeling the muscles constrict themselves into knots. He stirred both of you back to the ship to your's room, "That was bold," he murmured eyeing you cautiously as you climbed onto the bed.

"With great risk comes great rewards," you offered, gently tugging his hand towards the bed smiling as redness flushed across his face. Sheepishly he removed his poncho and armor discarding it to a regulation neat pile on the floor, “How about until we leave I try to get use to being next to you again?”

“There is no other place I rather be then next to you, Commander,” Rex smiled climbing into the bed, “Just tell me when it becomes to much, I don’t mind taking my time with the scars I can’t see.”

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[rexxdjarin]

Captain Rex Works

~~Fics~~

Captain's Log ✨ Unwritten - The Captain's Log Prequel ✨ Captain's Log!Reader (Mari) x Rex headcanons Captain's Log!Reader (Mari) x Rex fluff Captain's Log!Rex and his son fluff

~~One Shots~~

Under the Same Night Sky Captain Rex x OC: Mari Vontas oneshot A Little Night Off

~~Asks and Thots~~

Rex tries to keep you quiet in the barracks (+ bonus comments)

Rex finds out he likes light choking

Rex finds out he likes choking pt II thots

Practicing your squats distracts gray sweatpants Gym!Rex (+ bonus comments)

Rex with his newborn

Going to sleep and waking up together with Rex

Rex slips it into the wrong hole

Rex Non-Sexual Intimacy Headcanons

Long-term Relationship Stuff with Rex

Rex’s Wedding Vows (+ bonus music!)

Desperation (Waking Rex up for sex ficlet

Rex knows you don't want to drink tonight ficlet

Rex finds out you're insecurities and reassures you ficlet

Rebels!Rex Just Friends? Smut prompts ficlet

Rebels Rex x Reader x Rebels Wolffe threeway ficlet

Post-Zygerria Arc Rex Smut Prompts ficlet/thot

"Beg for it." Sinday Asks prompts with Rex thot

Rex & Holo Net News Reporter! Reader Go Public thot

How Rex & HNNReporter!Reader Meet thot

Rex & HNNReporter!Reader Define the Relationship fluff

HNNReporter!Reader & Rex Break the Tension thot

Sloppy Toppy thot

Affectionate Asks with Rex fluff

Coming Home to you fluff

Shower Blowjobs thot

Rex's First Time Headcanons

Blowing Rex while on a holocall with his COs thot

When Rex loves you fluff

Edging Rex thots

Rex and Mari Affectionate Prompts

Cockwarming Rex thots

Rex Eating You Out thot

Rex as a Dad headcanons

Rex burying himself in you thot

Giving Rex a massage thot

Desperately Horny Rex thot

~~Art~~

Tempting, huh? NSFW art

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[madameminor]

What's in a Name? - Rex x f!reader (Fives x f!reader)

Summary: Rex is finally about to confess his feelings, only to catch you with Fives. But your tryst with Fives leaves him, well, hopeful.

Tags/Warnings: 18+, minors no touchy. P in V sex, uh, minor jealousy? I'm not really sure what to warn about this one.

Notes: So, I had this fantasy, and couldn't shake it until I got it down on 'paper'. Is it entirely implausible and self-indulgent? Yes. But they aren't real anyway so LET ME HAVE MY FUN! Not tagging anyone other than my betas because it isn't part of my IMWTO series. Thanks betas! @kaminocasey @dumfanting

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Rex walks down the ship’s quiet durasteel halls, mind still reeling from his conversation.

“Thinking about your secretary again?” Cody’s jibe had interrupted his thoughts.

“N-no,” he lied. Of course he had been thinking about you. He was always thinking about you. He hurriedly took a bite to cover his guilt.

“Rex, you’ve got to talk to her,” Cody grinned over his finished plate in the officer’s mess. “This pining of yours is getting out of hand.”

Rex huffed, offended. “I am not pining.” 

“Then what would you call it?”

“..........” He couldn’t keep eye contact, instead taking a final bite of his food.

Cody laughed again. “Go on, Captain, go talk to her. Now. Before I do it for you.”

Rex glared up at him. “You wouldn’t.”

Cody’s grin widened “Want to try me, vod?”

With that threat, Rex had practically thrown his dishes at Cody, hurrying out towards your room before he could change his mind.

He stops outside of your room and takes a deep breath, knocking firmly on your door. No response. He looks around him before knocking again, a little harder. Still nothing. He starts to sweat a bit, hearing Cody’s threat again.

“Go on, Captain, go talk to her. Now. Before I do it for you.”

Standing out here waiting for you would do him no favors - if anyone walked by, he’d feel stupid just standing there. He didn’t want to com you in case you thought you were in trouble. Maybe he could just - wait inside. You were sure to come back eventually. He’d been in your room before, he was sure you wouldn’t mind.

He enters in his override code and steps in.

He looks around your room, trying to think of the best place to situate himself. Probably… probably just at your desk. That would be fine. His heart starts to race, now that he was actually here, now that he didn’t have anything to do. He was losing his nerve, but Cody’s threat…

“…Before I do it for you.”

He takes a deep breath and heads into your bathroom, using the sink to splash cold water on his face. ‘Get a grip, Rex old boy, c’mon, you’ve got this-’.

He hears your door slide open and his gut clenches, preparing him for battle, preparing him to speak up and tell you how he-

“Heh, at least wait until I close the door, mesh’la.”

“Oh shutup and touch me, Fives.”

He hears Fives chuckle, the closing door, the sound of two bodies hitting bed.

Oh, fuck.

Were you two- did you bring Fives here to-

Fives’ voice pulls him back into his nightmare. “Bio-sheaths?”

Your voice is breathy, needy. “Top drawer.”

Rex pinches his nose, closing his eyes against the crippling jolt of forlorn realization. You and Fives. He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces, leaving a burning shame behind. He was so stupid. You had brought Fives back to your room, and were totally about to sleep with him. The millions of pieces shatter into a million more as the self-loathing races through him

 Of course you’re with Fives. Of course. He always sees you two talking and laughing together. He should have known, should have put two and two together. He was such a di’kut. Fives was smooth enough, probably had no problem talking to you, telling you how he felt… and didn’t think to tell Rex due to his role as your supervisor…

He hears Fives grunt, followed by a chuckle. “Damn, mesh’la, you’re hungry for it. Need my cock that bad?”

DAMN this hurts. Rex closes his eyes again, trying not to hear your answer- 

“Yes, Fives, please…”

This is worse than hell. Maybe he should just reveal himself quickly, before it gets too far - 

Two simultaneous groans cut off that train of thought, the sound of Fives sliding in your slick making him sick to his stomach. Shit. He leans his head on the wall, gritting his teeth. Well at least it seems like it will be quick.

The steady rhythm of Fives claiming you seems to surround him.

“Kriff sakes, Fives, yes,” you moan, sending more pain through his chest. Just grit and bare it, they aren’t trying to hurt you, they’re just into each other, she just picked someone else.

Fives is panting, but there’s still a smile in his voice. “Think you’re forgetting something, mesh’la.”

You groan in protest. “Fives...please don’t make me, it's so embarrassing…”

A chuckle. “But you get so TIGHT when you say his name. C’mon, I know you like it, you know I like that you like it - go on, say it.”

“...Rex.”

Rex stiffens so quickly he almost drops his helmet. WHAT. did you just say?

“Rex… Rex…” you whimper, as clear as a bell. The billions of shattered pieces start tentatively flowing back together.

Fives groans. “Kriff, mesh’la, they way you squeeze me when you say that. Is this what you want him to do to you?”

Your moan - its sounds so needy. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, Captain, please don’t stop.”

He can’t be hearing this. There must be something wrong with his perception of reality because there is absolutely no way that in any universe this would be happening. You’re sleeping with one of his troopers and wishing it was him?

“That’s right baby - NNN - fuck i’m getting close, but I’ll hold on as long as I-” A pause. Rex almost stops breathing. What the kriff is happening?

“Hah, your throat, huh? You want him to hold you by the throat like this? Squeeze a little?”

You gasp, like something is lightly squeezing your windpipe, sending heat straight to his cock. You want him like THAT. You want him to FUCK you, to take you like you belong to him-

Fives’ breath is getting short. “Kriff, this is so hot, say his name again while I play with your pretty little clit. Get ready to cum for me, mesh’la.”

A crescendo of mounting moans spill from your throat. He can feel them ringing in his head, making him harder, almost bursting with how much he wants you-

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming Rex please don’t stop, please don’t stop. Fuck I want you to fill me up, PLEASE.”

KRIFF he wants that too.

“That’s right, baby, let go for me. FUCK.”

Rex hears Fives’ hips stutter, hears him groan his release, while your strangled cry announces yours. His reformed, hopeful heart is beating so loud he’s afraid you’ll both hear it in the sated silence that follows.

The sinful sound of Fives pulling out of you. He hears a bio-sheath removed, tied, tossed. That's right, you’d used protection. That boded well. 

Panting, followed by a body on a bed. 

He can hear Fives’ grin in his voice. “Better?”

You sigh in relief. “Yes.”

“You could just tell him.”

“Fives…” Its clear you’ve had this discussion before.

“What? Not that I’m unhappy with our hookups, mesh’la, but I think you’d be much happier if you just shoot your shot.”

“And have him reject me in front of the whole GAR, then have to see him every day? No thank you.”

“What makes you so sure that's what will happen?”

A frustrated sigh this time. “He doesn’t… there are things guys do when they want your attention. He doesn’t do any of those things.”

“Sure, maybe nat-borns do. We’re different, mesh’la. I think you give him a chance, he might surprise you.”

Rex was never giving Fives fresher duty again.

Well, not for awhile anyway.

“They do tell me I’m full of surprises.”

Rex finds himself leaning in the bathroom doorway, looking over to where you and Fives lay on your single bed.

You squeak, pulling covers over your nudity like he hadn’t just heard you fucking his vod. “Captain!”

Fives chuckles, still in full kit. So he’s fucked you with his armor on - that boded even better. “Was wondering who that was back there.”

You sputter in your shock, glaring at your bed fellow. “You knew someone was in my room, and you didn’t tell me???”

Fives grins sheepishly. “I mean, it was kind of exciting-” 

His wrist com beeps. He glances at it before hopping up. “Welp, duty calls. Pretty sure that's the best timed com I’ve ever had.” He heads to the door with a cheeky grin and a wave over his shoulder. “Have fun!”

“FIVES! You kriffing dickhead-” 

The door closes behind him, leaving you alone with Rex.

He lets the silence drag on, just watching you squirm under his gaze. He smirks inwardly.

“You… um… you heard… everything?”

He smirks outwardly. 

You groan. “I’m SO sorry sir, I know thats so unprofessional, and I never wanted you to hear anything like that, I promise, I wouldn’t let it keep me from doing my job, and I - 

Rex’s wrist com beeps, stopping you mid-babble. Without taking his eyes off of you, he answers it.

“Captain Rex here.”

“Rex, the generals are checking in, you’re needed on the bridge.” It’s Cody. “I’m about to com your secretary, unless you’re-”

“No need, she’s here with me,” he says, indicating your clothes with his chin. You scurry to get up and start to dress, face drawn, refusing to look at him- even as he’s still watching you. “We’ll be there shortly.”

“Did you talk to her?”

“About to.”

“Uh huh.”

You finish right as he ends the conversation, standing at attention, not meeting his eyes.

“Duty calls.”

You nod, still embarrassed, staring at the floor.

He walks to you, gently grasping you around your throat so you’re looking up at him. Your eyes round, widen, confused… 

He kisses you slowly, softly, taking his time to feel your lips melt against his, to swallow your answering moan. He pulls back to revel in your heated surprise. 

“We’ll continue this… ‘conversation’ later, mesh’la,” he whispers, “and I’ll show you what it's like to really scream my name, for me.”

He feels you shiver in his grasp, the desire in your eyes shooting straight to his cock. 

“Y-Yes, sir. Whatever you say.”

"That's my good girl."

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[spilledkauffie]

🤍 Nurse of the 501st — “Orphanage”

Pairing: Captain Rex x FemaleNurse!Reader (ft. the 501st) Word Count: 6.4k T/W: fluffy ☁️ A/N: I was so happy with this one tbh, so I hope you enjoy it too!

On a mercy mission with Rex, you find a crumbling orphanage and wind up stuck with the children underground while attempting to find a way back to the surface.

Preface / Injured / 79's / Orphanage / Suit Up / Taken (pt.1)

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

Rex offered his hand to you as you stepped off the supplies ship, it had a bit more of a drop compared to the usual assault transports. Shifting your medic bag to your hip, you placed your hand in Rex’s and took the big step, which was more like a jump for you; Rex stabilised you as your feet met the planet’s surface. 

“Thanks,” you smile, Rex meeting you with a smirk and a nod, before heading to unload the cargo.

You and Rex had been assigned to deliver supplies cargo to an orphanage on a planet the Republic was occupying for ease of passage through the system. General Skywalker opted to send just the two of you in order to avoid appearing as if the Republic was establishing forces on the planet. Rex only agreed since there was no sign of Separatists in the system and it was a mercy mission. You on the other hand were excited that you and Rex would get a mission alone and that the General trusted you.

When you landed, you had set down away from the orphanage, as to not stir up attention around the area, but there was quickly a plethora of children swarming towards your ship, predominantly interested in the fancy transport as well as Rex in his shiny armour and signature clone helmet. They gathered around him and stared.

“Are you a clone?” A bright-eyed child craned their neck to look up at Rex’s helmet.

“Do you have a face? Or are you all actually droids?” Another questions him, crossing their little arms over their chest.

“I wanna be a soldier,” a little Ithorian said, his translator humming as he spoke. 

“You can’t be one, stupid, they’re manufactured,” a Weequay nudged his friend.

“Alright, settle down now, younglings,” Rex began, “yes, I’m a clone, yes I have a face, no I’m not a droid,” Rex methodically took off his helmet and held it at his side, between his forearm and his torso, “see? And it’s not being a clone that makes a good soldier, it’s the spirit. Now, where’s the orphanage supervisor?”

The children were stunned and star-struck with Rex, you weren’t certain any of them were going to move, but soon after he asked a question, they all rushed to be the first one to answer, bouncing up and down, some waving their arms for him to follow them, one Duro girl even tugging at his uniform.

“He left before you got here when he- when he,” The Duro girl bounced, tugging at Rex to make sure she had his attention, “when he saw your ship enter the atmosphere he left but said he’d be back soon!!” 

“Alright, alright,” Rex spread his hands out, “Angel?” He looked back to find you simply waiting, enjoying just observing him interact with the kids. For once he was the one feeling out of his league and you were feeling a bit more at home; a lot of kids came through the hospital wing and you were nurturing by nature, so they didn’t scare you; as for Rex his tone was practically a plea for you not to leave him alone with the knee-highs.

“Right behind you, Captain,” you lifted the hand you’d been using to cover your growing smile, signalling where you were for him. 

All the kids instantly stopped, turning back to stare at you for the first time, until one finally asked, “wait- you’re a clone too?” 

“Oh, no, I’m just the medic,” you admit with a kind smile, “but I am a part of the 501st Legion,” you said proudly, glancing over to Rex who was absolutely beaming with pride as you spoke those words. Once again, the children stared up in silence, glancing between you and Rex, back and forth, no doubt formulating their own ideas.

“Can I carry your helmet?” A young Torgruta asked breaking the silence, pointing with her whole arm extended towards where it rested in Rex’s possession.

“Ah. . .,” Rex hesitated, but at least he’d had some experience with her species, so he felt a little more at ease, “sure.”

Handing over the helmet the kids all ran towards the orphanage, some trying to take it from the Togruta, but when she hissed and showed her teeth, still some missing, they backed off. Rex shook his head with a furrowed brow, placed his hands on his hips and let out a deep exhale as if he’d just made it out of a near-death experience. Turning his head when he heard you giggle, he dropped his hands, before crossing them over his chest.

“Did I miss something?” He asks, knowing fully well you’re most likely laughing at him.

“No,” you press your lips together, looking over at him, disposition shifting from amused to a subtlety longing, “it’s nothing. . ., it’s just nice to see you get a taste of normalcy amidst the war. I’ve never seen you with kids before, and I think it’s sweet.”

Your gaze lingers on each other, but soon you’re drawn to a child waving you both down under the archway of the orphanage. Flashing Rex a genuine smile, eyes soft, you squeeze your shoulder up and tilt your head, “you think you’ll survive this one, Captain?”

Rex hesitates to answer, still caught in your previous comment, but he soon returns to his normal self, “not without you, and I still have a feeling this might be the hardest mercy mission yet.” 

You laugh at his sarcasm, before taking steps in stride with Rex towards the orphanage. When you arrive, Rex has to duck to enter the small archway. It’s surprisingly small for a whole orphanage, but the children seem to be perfectly comfortable, each having their own part of the open room to themselves. There are drawings taped to the wall, each from a torn piece of paper that the kids had to share. All the toys looked generations older than them, and their stuffed animals had multiple patches. Glancing at Rex, you knit your eyebrows together; they needed this more than either of you imagined. Their spirits were so joyful, you would have never guessed.

“My-my name’s Luka,” a small Tholothian boy tugs at your uniform sleeve.

“Why hello, Luka,” you kneel down.

“You’re- you’re very pretty,” he stutters and you hear Rex chuckle behind you, “would you like to see my drawings?”

“Of course I would,” you answer with a smile, standing and letting him take your hand, pulling you towards his makeshift room, which is really a bed against a wall between two others just like it, but his space is filled with drawings, chalk, and crayons.

Rex makes himself busy with stacking the supply boxes from the ship to the centre of the orphanage. Every time he leaves the orphanage there’s a trail of little ones right on his heel, the Togruta with his helmet never far behind in the crowd of children asking him questions.

“Have you fought in lots of battles?” a child asks, skipping to keep up with Rex’s stride.

“Um, yes, I’ve fought in a good amount,” Rex admits, not wanting to get into too much detail of what he’s seen in them.

“Did you even kill somebody?” the Duro girl questions.

“Of course he has!” the Weequay answers for Rex, who’s busy shaking his head and picking up another box, carefully turning around, watching his step to avoid stepping on any toes with how close the kids were to him.

“Well, how would you know?” The Duro raised her voice.

“Because-” the Weequay began, raising his tone to match hers.

Although Rex could hear them, his attention was immediately drawn elsewhere; he set the cargo back on the transport.

“Wait, wait,” Rex bent down, placing his arms in front of the children; he paused, glancing around like a Nexu hunting, “let me see that, lil’ one.”

Rex carefully reached out for his helmet, staying hunkered down as he flipped his scope down with two fingers, surveying the horizon. It was too quiet, except for a very distinct distant buzzing; it sounded like a pack of hornets. Immediately, Rex collected the little ones behind him and started telling them to head back towards the orphanage, luckily they all obeyed and managed to keep a pretty good pace. Rex could have easily passed them when he turned to run himself, but he kept his pace slower in order to cover their six from the oncoming danger.

Meanwhile, you and Luka were busy admiring his artworks; Luka proudly set them all in your lap as he stood on his bed and unpinned them from the wall. Soon all you could hear was Rex in the distance yelling something inaudible from so far away. Luka perked up at the sound, causing you to speak a response, in order to put him at ease. 

“Now what do you imagine Captain Rex has gotten himself into this-“

Your gentle tone was paused when you saw the look of terrified children running your way, followed by Rex with one blaster in hand, coming towards the orphanage at full speed. You furrowed your brows and tried to listen harder for the order coming from your captain.

“Cover- take cover- bombs!” Rex yelled and you managed to hear from across the large room. Turning to Luka, you shielded him, grabbing him as gently as you could in such as rush. taking him completely in your arms and hunkering down. 

You looked up to see where the rest of the children were, but they hadn’t even made it into the orphanage yet. Rex was yelling out your location into his comlink. Your heart raced so fast, you were certain Luka could feel it with how tightly you were holding him. A near panic came over you when you felt the first bomb hit, thankfully a miss. But no matter, it was enough force to shake the planet’s surface and start to disrupt the stability. 

Staring to where Rex was, he was now headed into the orphanage, children gathered in one place, and he was on his way to you, arm extended to the full length, Rex spread his fingers, reaching for your extended arm, but you had to pull it back to shield Luka as you felt the ground beneath you give way, the planet had split right between the two of you, and the last things you heard was Rex calling your name as you closed your eyes, cradled Luka, and then— it all went black–

Opening your eyes in quick blinks, there was complete darkness surrounding you. Your lungs stung and your whole body ached, but instinctively you were feeling what was last in your arms. Exhaling no matter how much it hurt, you were beyond thankful Luka was still near you. You felt his hands curled into fists at the collar of your uniform, he had clung to you for dear life. Hearing his little cough was one of the best sounds at the moment, and you rested your head back down on the rock underneath you. The planet’s surface broke and you assumed you were underneath the orphanage, but your mind wondered what happened to the other kids, to Rex. 

“Angel!” Rex’s voice called, it sounded muffled and distant. 

“Rex?” You groaned, not wanting to move, but knowing you needed to. It wasn’t as easy as you thought it was going to be. There were rocks toppled onto you. Once you shovelled enough off of you to stand hunched over, then you gently pulled Luka out of the rubble. Reaching into your medic bag still strapped to your side, you clicked on a flashlight. Surveying your surroundings you weren’t met with much diversity. Just rock, rock, and a little more rock.

“Rex?” You yelled tapping again on a random rock that seemed to be acting as a barrier. A few moments passed, and doubt crept into your mind, before hearing his voice call your name again, “yeah,” you sighed, before swallowing, trying to remain calm, “I’m okay- I’m with Luka.”

“My arm really hurts,” you heard Luka begin to sniffle behind you. 

Directing your attention to him, you knelt to get down on his level, examining the injury, “we’ve got a broken arm, definitely broken,” you admitted, “so I’ll need you to stay very still while I place it and give you something for the pain, Luka, can you do that?”

Your voice was gentle and encouraging, never doubting. Luka nods bravely, despite his scared eyes telling you a whole different story, “this is really scary,” he suddenly speaks, eyes brimming with tears. 

“I know, but we’re gonna be okay, I promise” you place a soft hand on his shoulder, “c’mon, we’re going to find Captain Rex.”

Luka nods, wiping away his few tears with the back of his curled up hands as you pick him up, carrying him on your hip. You look around with the flashlight guiding and notice there’s a distinct path parallelling the wall that Rex was calling at you from behind. You announced that you were following the path, and waited to see if Rex would respond, but you didn’t want to linger too long.

Thankfully he answered, “Okay, I’ll find you,” he responded, “stay safe.”

Relaxing from his proximity to the wall, he closed his eyes, sending a prayer up to the stars that you’d be okay after all.

“Mr. Rex?” A small voice called out, “what should we do now?”

Turning around, he surveyed the rest of the kids, they were terrified. They didn’t deserve this.

“Okay…well, if we stay in one place, we might…,” Rex looked down at all the little faces staring back up at him, and opted to choose his words more carefully, “we might find the air getting a little more stuffy.”

“They’re stealing our air?” one little girl gasped, horrified, “why would they steal our air?”

“Stop taking so much of it then,” the Weequay corrected, genuinely upset.

Rex held out his hands to ward off any infighting, but as he stepped between the two, the little Duro, with bright ruby eyes met him. For a moment Rex just stared down, luckily the child could only see the helmet, not the eye roll Rex gave behind it as he anticipated more talking and less silence, despite his oxygen comment.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Rex, sir,” the little one chimed in cheerfully, “I can hold my breath for three whole minutes.”

Sighing, Rex watched the Duro take a deep breath and close their eyes tightly as if somehow that would help their lungs; they lasted all of about thirty seconds, at best. But when they glanced up, Rex couldn’t help but feel he should be encouraging, especially in a time like this. These kids had no idea what their futures would be, half of them didn’t even know where they came from, and now it was up to him to make sure they had a future, no matter what.

“That’s…great, kid, really great,” Rex’s tone was almost believable, but there was mild sarcasm, “keep it up.”

The Duro smiled and kept repeatedly holding her breath for a few seconds and letting it go, taking a deep breath, and repeating the process. 

“Alright, cadets,” Rex said by a habit, “I need everyone to follow me, single file and no fighting; we’re going to reconnect with Luka and Agnel and-”

“Do you love her?” the Togruta blinked widely.

“Yeah, do you?” the Ithorian boy seconded excitedly.

Rex tensed, there was a light feeling in his stomach, as if someone had turned off the gravity inside. 

“Ah, well, she’s-” Rex started, squeezing his gloved hand closed while he tried to think of an answer quick, he didn’t trust kids, he knew that they repeated everything no matter who it was in front of, so he gave the truth in a different way, “I love that she’s my medic.” He even winced under his helmet at the pathetic attempt, when the kids all stared at him, not entirely satisfied with his answer, Rex just cleared his throat and changed the topic, “now let’s move out.”

Luckily there was a path on their side as well and it seemed to parallel yours. It wasn’t terribly long, but to Rex, it felt like forever, between his worry over you and the children’s constant chatter and voice fluctuations. As for you and Luka, the pain had subsided after the medicine you gave him and it was relatively quiet. Until the kid’s voices became clearer and clearer.

“Aura?” Luka spoke quietly, a smile growing on his face, “that’s Aura, she’s my best friend!” He bounced in your arms, pointing toward the wall.

You smiled back and went up to the wall, “Rex?” You tapped hard, “Rex? Can you hear us?”

“We hear you!” A choir of little voices chimed.

“I think the rubble is thinner here,” you called out, but were met with silence.

“Stand back, at least a few feet,” Rex instructed.

You did as he said, taking extra pacing just in case. You set Luka down and covered him; your back facing towards the sudden, but small blast that caused the wall to scatter into smaller rubble. Looking over your shoulder, you blinked rapidly at the smoke and Luka coughed. Standing, you went towards the explosion cautiously, trying to see if it had worked.

A familiar figure stepped through the division.

“Rex,” you exhaled his name, the relief of actually seeing him alive and okay washed over you; closing your eyes as he brought you into the tightest hug he’d given you yet. You reached your arms around his neck, slipping your hand just high enough to actually touch his skin where the helmet made a gap as he dipped down.

“We’re all okay,” Rex answered your silent question.

“Okay, good, okay,” you stayed in his arms, all the worry hitting you at once, what if you’d lost him, what if Luka hadn’t made it, what if you never found him?

“How’s the lil’ one?” Rex asked quietly, hoping to keep it between you and him.

“He’s doing good, but I can’t heal it completely down here,” you admit, pulling away from him, keeping your hands against his biceps, “who could have done this?”

“I have my ideas,” Rex says confidently, “but I think we should probably hold off that conversation.”

“Do you love Mr. Rex?” a familiar voice piped up, making Rex sigh; you looked around him to see inquiring eyes.

You met Rex’s eyes, or at least you looked to the slit in his helmet, before getting distracted, “wait-what is she doing?”

“She’s holding her breath, I told her to keep it up,” Rex shrugged, not entirely sure why he’d kept encouraging it other than to get some silence from one of them.

“You keep encouraging that, and I think we might see a Duro turn a whole new shade of blue,” you perked an eyebrow, silently commenting on his encouragement tactics, before turning serious, “do you think the tunnels go somewhere safe? Is it worth the risk?”

“I can’t be certain of anything right now, I tried to get our location back up to the General, but I think it’s worth a shot to try and get out on our own,” Rex said, “I’ve still got blasters and you’ve got the first aid kit, I think it’s our best chance…with cooperation,” Rex groaned, hearing another match startup behind him.

Shaking your head, it amazed you how Rex could command legions amidst battle, but a handful of kids completely took him down. You agreed and picked Luka back up, carrying him as the medicine made him feel weak. Rex lead the group and you brought up the back, making sure everyone was accounted for at each turn and tunnel change. You weren’t sure how long you walked, but you tried to keep everyone’s spirits up when they questioned anything. The last thing you wanted was for the kids to begin worrying.

“Mr. Rex, sir,” the little Rodian girl, named Aura, called out, waiting until Rex turned to face her to continue, “sir, I’m so tired, sir.”

Rex sighed, shoulders falling, but quickly reminded himself they were not troopers, they were children. He looked around as if to find any sign of the time, but it was pitch black save the handheld flashlight you had and his helmet’s light. You, in the meantime, made your way to the front, Luka still settled on your hip. Rex automatically raised a hand, offering it to you, and leaving it as something to hold onto just in case the ground was rocky or the planet had another aftershock wave.

“Sleeping on the job,” Rex commented in a soft tone, clicking off his helmet light, seeing the child you were holding fast asleep, his little head resting on your shoulder, and arms clasped, now more loosely than before, around your neck, “and I’m not even sure if we should be sleeping.”

“I know it’s hard to tell what time it is,” you agreed, “but I’d guess it’s night, or about to be,” Rex gave a familiar head tilt that told you to go on, “well, these kids have been raised here, which means their internal clocks are probably our best sign of the time at the moment. When they’re tired, hungry, everything.”

Looking back to the group, Rex saw a few rubbing their eyes, while others gave yawns, some even leaning against the walls.

“You’re right,” Rex nodded, “I’ll scout a little further, you head back to the cove we passed, it’s probably the safest bet; start finding places soft enough to sleep, with what we’ve got that is.”

Rex’s tone sank into a pessimistic tone at the end of his sentence as he looked around once more; you placed your free hand on his chest plate, bringing his attention back to you “we’ve got each other, that’ll be enough.”

You smiled your best, and Rex nodded again, before gently tapping the small of your back and clicking his helmet light back on while he scouted.

“Okay everybody,” you announced, “we’re headed back to the cove to get some sleep!”

A very tired “yay” could be heard by Rex as he made his way further ahead. When he came back to the cove himself, he found all the kids asleep, sprawled out on the ground. Rex looked over to your body, which you had taken to making as small as you could in a corner. He knew you were trying to put the kids first, giving them as much comfortable space as possible in the close quarters, but this was different. After all the kids had fallen asleep you had gone silent, near radio silent. Rex practically tiptoed around the sleeping little ones, which wasn’t an easy task since he could hardly stand upright in the small space. Meanwhile, huddled into a little ball your knees were tucked into your chest, arms wrapped around them, chin resting against your forearm.

Rex turned his blaster to stun before holstering it and joining you on the floor, “how you holding up?”

You took a deep breath, shakily; you wanted to answer, but no words came. A little disappointed in yourself, you turned to Rex with tear lined eyes, hoping he’d understand simply by that. 

“I know,” Rex’s tone immediately shifted from a commander asking his soldier how they were to someone who cared deeply. 

He scootched a little closer, and naturally, you leaned into him, letting go of your knees you brought your hands up to hug yourself, resting your head against his shoulder. It was a comfort having Rex so close, you finally felt safe. It was hard to keep a front up, given that this was your first experience like this since leaving Coruscant and if you were honest you were pretty scared. But at the same time, you didn’t want to scare the kids— the emotions were pulling you two ways, and being near Rex seemed to calm the mental tug-of-war for now. It no longer made you nervous or timid to be close to Rex, after your long night at 79’s talking through your emotions a bit more, you felt at home when you were with him.

Taking a deep breath in, you spoke in a low voice just in case the kids could hear despite being asleep, “we’re gonna be okay,” you tilted your head back to look up at Rex, eyebrows knit together, “right?”

Seeing two stray tears chase each other down your cheek simultaneously, Rex met your eyes. He didn’t want to lie to you, but he wasn’t entirely certain of anything either. 

Using the back of his hand to wipe away your tears, he began, “we’ll get through this together; I promise..” 

You nod slowly, taking a deep breath and exhaling again, in an attempt to calm yourself, “who do you think did this?”

Rex took a deep inhale, thinking over his hypothesis, “well, I wouldn’t put it past Dooku to bomb an orphanage.”

“But why?” you asked absolutely appalled and filled with emotion, another tear running down your skin, “they’re just kids.”

“My best guess is the Separatists heard that the 501st was coming, Dooku assumed General Skywalker would be on the grounds along with three battalions at least, so he paid off the orphanage director to give up the location and time of our arrival, that’s why he left the orphanage when he was our ships enter the atmosphere,” Rex concluded, looking over to you, who hadn’t stopped staring while listening, Rex managed a smirk, “unfortunately for him, he only got us, and he missed at that.”

You shook your head, “they’ve been through so much,” you look to the kids, “they lost a place they thought could be home, they were betrayed by someone they looked up to, it’s just not fair.”

“No,” Rex began, not looking to the kids, but still at you, “it’s not fair. But it’s my job to make sure every single person gets out, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

“Let me help, just tell me how- tell me what to do,” you glance back to your Captain.

“For now, I want you to rest, as much as you can,” he tells you in a soft tone, “I need you sharp and healthy, more than you know, Ang’.” Rex runs a finger along your jawline, before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you close your eyes, exhaling.

That was the last thing you remember, before turning onto your side and falling asleep. You woke up to the gentle shoving of Aura at your shoulder. Waking up swiftly, slightly startled, thinking the worst had happened, you looked over your shoulder to find Rex at your back and the rest of the kids all starting to stir. It must be morning, you thought to yourself going off their clocks. 

“Aura,” you took her hand in yours, “what is it?”

“Luka’s not feeling well,” she sounded in a near panic. “Okay,” you nodded picking up your medic bag and following her to where you had settled Luka the night before. She was right, he looked much worse. He had a running fever and was still tired, his arm turning to terrible bruising. You began digging for more medicine when Rex appeared at your side.

“We’re not looking too good, we really need to get to the surface,” you spoke without looking up from Luka, “he needs higher doses; doses that I don’t have on me.”

“Alright, everybody up?” Rex turned and called; for the most part, he was met with enthusiastic spirits again, except for Luka and Aura, and a few who didn’t want to keep walking. Their little feet were tired and the constant darkness of being underground scared them, but they tried their best. 

It didn’t take long for everyone to get on their feet and moving again. Once more you held the back of the line, now with Aura holding tightly onto your medic bag that rested at your hip while you carried Luka carefully. Rex led the group.

 “Are you married?” the Togruta asked him cheerfully.

“No,” Rex responded shortly, looking right and left at a split in the tunnels, deciding which path looked safer.

“Do you want to be?” she pushed innocently.

“Maybe, someday,” Rex took the middle ground again.

“Would you marry Angel?” she continued.

Rex sighed deeply, hating how blunt children could be.

“I’d marry her, she’s nice,” the Ithorian twiddled his fingers.

“I’d marry you,” the Togruta said to Rex a little louder than expected, causing it to echo through the tunnel.

“Thanks,” Rex shook his head, not sure what to say to that information, “any other questions?” He asked more sarcastically and rhetorically.

“I have a question,” the Weequay raised his hand, “are we actually going somewhere? I think we’re lost.”

You instantly felt sad, knowing that Rex was doing everything he could, you also knew that neither of you really knew where to go; you’d never been to the planet before and you didn’t exactly plan on getting stuck under the surface of it. Otherwise, you absolutely would have asked Echo for all the maps he could find for research.

“I don’t think we’ll ever see sunlight again,” the Duro girl panicked.

“Can’t we just force our way out?” the Weequay punched the air repeatedly with a determined look.

“That’d cave us in, dummy,” the Duro corrected, putting her little hands on her hip.

“Force- wait…wait,” Rex pauses, halting all the kids, and you follow suit, looking to the front of the line. Rex makes his way back to you, “I need to talk to you, I have an idea.”

“Okay?” you furrow your eyebrows, wondering what kind of plan he had in mind since it was obvious he wanted to talk to you alone.

Setting Luka onto the floor gently, Aura right by his side, Rex instructed them to stay put as he took your hand suddenly, leading you only a few paces away. He removed his helmet, letting you know it was serious.

“I have a plan, but it all depends on you,” he started and you grew wary, but you let him continue, “you are- you’re force sensitive-”

“Rex-” you dropped your arms, looking away.

“Hear me out, hear me out,” he gently placed his hand on your side, keeping you in front of him; taking a deep breath you looked back to him, “I think that you could use the force to get us out of here.”

“Rex…that was a long time ago,” you hugged yourself, looking to the ground away from him for a moment, before continuing, new anxiety to your tone, “and I failed. I failed those kinds of tests that require moving things. I couldn’t do it for the council-”

“I know, I know,” Rex says softly, sliding his hands down your arms, comfortingly, seeing that you were beginning to feel the past pressing down on you, “but…that was for the Jedi council, doesn’t the force thrive in all things?” he gives you a look of encouragement, like a captain assuring his soldier that they can make it, but so much more intimate, “your force didn’t intend you to be a general, or a Jedi, your force is for healing, helping, and saving lives, this is your calling, if this works it could save all their lives. And I know you can do this.”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed your lips. “There is…one thing I remember,” you meet his eyes, “ I’m not familiar with his force, but maybe, maybe, I could reach the General.”

“A maybe from you is more than enough for me,” Rex said, nodding until you joined him and gave a soft ‘okay.’

You returned to the children, checking on Luka first; you felt his pain heightening through the force. Stroking his forehead, you took a deep breath and moved to the front of the line, Rex right behind you.

“What do you need me to do?” Rex asked.

“Just…,” you rubbed your arms as you hugged yourself again, feeling just as nervous as you had been before the Jedi Council, “keep the kids back, I don’t know if this will work or what will happen so…”

“I’m right behind you in you need me,” Rex assured you, taking steps back, “kids, gather up behind me.”

Looking around you found a wall of rock straight ahead, placing a hand on it you closed your eyes and began what you remembered.

“I am one with the force,...and the force is with me,” you whispered, softly repeating the phrase, until your voice faded and you were only mouthing the words, speaking them through your thoughts–

“You’re certain this was the final location Rex gave you, General?” Admiral Yularen questioned through the comlink.

“I’m positive,” Anakin knelt down to touch the surface of the ruined orphanage.

“How did this happen?” Fives exclaimed.

“Separatists,” Anakin answered.

“There’s little chance anyone could have survived this,” Kix admitted, voice sounding broken; he believed he’d lost his captain and his best friend in the same day, “I suggest…we start looking through the rubble since they’re probably–.”

Anakin stood to his full height, waving a handout, indicating a request for silence, “Fives, Kix, Echo, follow me,” he suddenly spoke, taking off into a sprint.

The troops gave a confused look to each other as they were sprinting away from the orphanage site and into the bleak dusty desert. Still, they trusted their General and followed. Finally, Anakin stopped.

“I don’t- this, it’s-,” he stuttered, looking around, lightsaber still swinging at his side, he looked just as confused as his men.

“Sir?” Echo questioned.

“It’s- I can’t explain it, but stand back, all of you,” he then spoke to himself, “here’s hoping this works…”

“What is she doing?” Aura asked Rex, “is she okay?”

“Shh, we must be very quiet,” Rex gently whispered, noticing how hard you were concentrating. It almost appeared painful, your hand began shaking, and so did the pebbles around you; taking a few steps forward, he called your name questioningly, but there was no reply. When he tried again it seemed to jolt you out of a trance.

“I am one with the….with me,” you whispered, eyes rolling backwards, as you stumbled back from the wall, “force with me.”

Rex rushed forward by instinct, catching you as you fell back into his arms. A collective cry from the children came about, but Rex most distinctly heard Luka call your name through his tears. The kids gathered around Rex, who held you across his arms. Looking to the ceiling, Rex spotted a cave in.

“Back- back-” was all he could manage, moving back to where he had previously been waiting while you tried to centre yourself with the force. His body covered yours for protection and the kids were ducked down into little curled figures while the roof came down. When Rex opened his eyes all he could see was dust. “Captain!” Anakin Skywalker’s voice finally broke through, before he turned to a member of the 501st, “Kix, get my Captain out of there!”

Kix dropped and propelled line down and immediately made his way down with an even bigger medic bag in hand. Taking strides to get to Rex as quickly as he could, Kix brought out a harness clip, indicating that he was going to take Rex up with him.

“No, no,” Rex groaned, still holding you in his arms, “her first, that’s an order, Kix.”

“Yes, sir,” Kix didn’t hesitate to listen, happy to see you even though you weren’t looking your best. 

Rex gently supports your head as you’re exchanged into Kix’s arms. Rex’s touch lingers as Kix begins to attach the harness for support. Despite being unconscious, Rex swore he saw your fingers pry apart in an attempt to reach out for him.

—

“The kids!” You jolt awake, heart racing. Your wide eyes quickly closing at the bright light of the room you found yourself in. Two days underground really did a number on your eye adjustment. Putting your hands over your eyes, you breathe heavily,  a little startled at the sensation, you wondered if there was something wrong with you.

“Easy, you can rest now,” General Skywalker placed a hand compassionately on your shoulder as he comes into focus, your eyes adjust to the bright light.

Swallowing, you glance down at your hands, before snapping back to attention, “Rex- the kids-”

Anakin smiles to himself, “they’re all safe; the kids are at a temporary orphanage right here on Coruscant, in fact Luka can’t wait for you to visit; as for Rex…” Anakin’s gaze went beyond you and you followed, turning to find Rex standing at attention beside your bed, still in armour and all, “he hasn’t left your side.”

A quiet pause falls across the room, before Anakin cleared his throat, “Rex, I’ll see you as soon as you feel fit again,” Anakin nodded, turning to you again, “good work soldier.”

“Thank you,” you smile widely, having never heard those words before now.

Watching Anakin leave, you bit your bottom lip, slowly turning your head to look up at Rex.

“Well, you were right, we made it,” you tried to laugh a little, as he sat at the edge of the hospital bed.

“No, you were right,” Rex sets his helmet aside, before facing you completely. You tilt your head with a questioning look, it was his idea for you to use the force to connect with Anakin. Rex looks down at your slightly bruised hands, taking them both in his gently, “we had each other, and that was enough.”

You feel a familiar blush creep up your neck, turns out you weren't totally past getting flustered around him, “yeah, but you’re the one who hasn’t left my side.”

Rex chuckled, seeing your smile and eye brighten a little, but made sure you knew he was heartfeltly serious when he said, “and I don’t plan to.”

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[thefact0rygirl]

Rex + dirty talk?

ache | captain rex x fem!reader

Kinktober Day Three: Dirty Talk

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Warnings: consensual recording, masturbation, penetrative sex, creampie mention

He waits until all of Seelos is quiet. Only when his brothers are dead asleep does Rex go to the top of the their makeshift home. It’s in the darkness and stillness of night that he finally relaxes.

He takes a deep breath, double-checking the modulator is off before pulling o his old helmet. The calming rain of familiarity washes over his heart as his hands move quickly to unzip his pants as the recording starts.

Shaking and blurry mess of colors begin as his voice comes through the speakers, “Is it on?….Yeah...Wait, no. Hold on, damn it…”

Your giggling follows and it still makes his heart beat a little faster every time. “The red light is blinking. I think it’s on, Captain.”

Maker, what was it? His fiftieth, hundredth time watching this video? He's lost count, but every time still feels like the first.

The recording soon focuses to you laid out on your back with your legs spread. The perfect view of your soaked cunt. Fuck, he can see your pussy still pulsing from the orgasms he gave you earlier. Your thighs shine under the overhead lights and if he squints, he can see a small puddle wetting the blanket beneath you.

“Fuck, you should see yourself. You’re soaking the sheets.” Just off screen, his hand reaches to grab his hard cock. Rex mimics his own actions now on top of the old AT-TE walker as he takes in your smile. He tries not to focus on the growing weight around his heart, instead, opting to focus on the way your breath hitches as he notches the head of his cock at your entrance.

“You want this, pretty girl? Want me to fuck you with my cock? Or do you want to soak my face again? Hmm? Want me to bury my tongue in your cunt again and make you scream?" He taps the his cock against your clit, making you jump. “Tell me, go on. Use your words.” 

You look up at him, your eyes hazy with lust as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Rex. I feel empty without you.”

He groans so loud he’s certain will wake his brothers. That line always makes his cock twitch. The recording continues with Rex chuckling as he lines himself up at your dripping entrance. “Love those pretty whines. Love it when you get like this, desperate for my cock... No. Don’t look down, look at me.”

It’s the way your eyes shoot up to look directly into the camera that makes him stroke himself faster.

“That’s right. Look at me. I want to see you eyes go wide…There you go, relax. You’re doing so well for me.”

He watches your hands go up to your chest, your fingers twisting around your nipples as he thrusts into you. 

“…That’s right, pretty girl. Squeeze your tits, play with them. Fuck you’re tits are so beautiful. Wanna bury my face in them, suck on them until they’re bruised. Would you let me do that?”

Rex misses a lot about his old life, but the way he misses you is different. Missing isn’t even the right word, it’s an ache. A fever he can’t sweat out. It’s a permanent weight on his heart, one that grows heavier as reality sets in. You're not here with him. The warm tightness around his cock isn't you, it's his own hand.

“Yes, yes! Rex, I'm gonna come..."

"Come on, come for me. Keep squeezing my cock like that — Fuck I'm right behind you. Gonna fill up your pussy — Fuck!"

He pushes the ache of loneliness down long enough to spill over himself. He can still feel the way your pussy twitched against him, feel the way your pussy kept him inside you. He sighs, watching as his video recording focuses on your parted lips, zooming in not he way your lips move to say his name. What he would do to hear you say his name one more time.

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[moonstrider9904]

Little Something

Pairings: Captain Rex x Female OC (Alodie Archambeau)

Series summary: Being the daughter of a senator and having a life of luxury was always all Alodie felt her life added up to. With the promise of following in her mother's steps, Alodie is determined to have lived in the real world before becoming a senator, and for that, her eyes are set on the GAR during the Clone War, where her expertise will land her on the 501st division.

Series rating: Explicit 18+ for sexual content in many chapters as well as brief mentions of injury, canon-typical violence.

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[thementalloth-cat]

Captain Rex x GN!Reader {part 2}

AN: Thank you so much for all the support you have given to me readers! I was wary about posting a second part because my writing is legit lowkey bantha fodder at times... anyways, Summary: After catching word of a new Separatist plan, the Republic is quick and ready to combat it and get the better of them. Hearing this, you get excited. After all, what would be better than an enchanting night with Ner Alor'ad in a dazzling outfit. Upon entering the War Room, your assignment awaits you, Just not the one you or him were expecting.

word count:439

{part one}

“How can I help?” you asked, hoping for an intriguing role. As you looked around the room, you caught a glimpse of him. Ner Alor ‘ad. You couldn’t wait to get your assignment, after all, you never really got to dress up fancy, so this was an astonishing new opportunity. “With the Chancellor being a target, we need a squad to stay back and protect him, we can’t lose the Chancellor,” obviously… you thought to yourself.

“That’s where you come in. We’re tasking you, Denal, Hardcase, Tup, Wooley, Crys, and Gearshift to watch over the Chancellor with the help of General Shaak Ti.” General Skywalker instructed. Your heart immediately sank. While you were proud to serve and protect the Chancellor of your glorious Republic, your dream of a night out with Rex was crushed, you would never get the opportunity to be that close with him ever again.

 You hadn’t noticed, but the expression on your face dropped from an exciting and delightful smile to a bleak cheerless frown. “You okay over there?” asked Rex. Your head immediately to the sound of your beloved captain’s voice. “Yeah! Let’s do this!” you said, putting your emotions to the side as best you could.  As the briefing ended, you headed for your bunk and let your body fall face down into your mattress. Ow – that hurt.  You thought to yourself.  It was going to be a long night. Luckily there’s always the imagination that your conscious mind brings at the dawn of the night. Your dreams, that would stay in your head, never to come true.

Kriff… Rex thought to himself. “You alright there Rex?” asked general Skywalker. “I’m just a bit nervous. That’s all.” Rex said. This did not convince general Skywalker, but he carried on with his duties. After all, there was a lot to prepare for in just one week.

You went sleep in your personal quarters to the dream of your night being crushed. Hopefully your nightly daze would suffice. He paced across the cold hard floors of his Captain’s barracks his mind racing non-­­stop upon the thought of a ruined night out.  Why was he even thinking like that? He knew you would never feel the same, so it was pointless. After all, you were probably glad to finally be away from him, so it was worth nothing to you. But something was still there, pulling at him and screaming in his heart like he was supposed to do something about it. He decided against these thoughts racing faster than the general’s record winning pod racer. He closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Clone Wars) Captain Rex x Reader: Galaxy Between Us

Author’s Note: Started this because of that Justin Bieber song “Ghost of You,” and so here we are.  Wow, did I miss writing for our favorite captain!!!  It felt really good to write something for Clone Wars again.

Description: Reader is back home missing Rex, who is out protecting the galaxy with the rest of the 501st battalion.  It had been a while since she heard from him, so she decides to do something out-of-the-ordinary. 

Word Count: 2,206

Warnings: Some angst, some kissy-kissy.

   There were a million and one things that reminded you of him.  Sometimes, it was a scent in the air.  Other times, it was some Republic propaganda posted on the front of buildings.  Maybe it was a romantic holomovie, or even just the sight of a happy couple passing by you on the street.

   Soldiers of the GAR that stopped by brought a mix of emotions.  It was very hard to think about other tasks when you saw his face on each of them all day every day.  And yet, greeting them when they entered the shop lifted your spirits.  They were his beloved brothers, and taking care of them was your way of giving back to him.  It was all you had left when he was gone, and you were sure to do your best.

   As if these reminders weren’t enough, it wasn’t uncommon for your brain to throw a random memory into the forefront of your thoughts- just to send that familiar pang through your chest once again.  You’d remember a time you made that stern face of his crack a smile.  You’d remember a heart-racing kiss shared in private.  Or a warm embrace before he departed for the latest assignment.

   This time, it was a flower that caught your attention while you walked through the market on your lunch break.   The white lily had a distinct blue stripe down the middle of each of its delicate petals.  It was so reminiscent of a certain captain’s painted armor that you halted in your tracks.

   You stared at it, shoulders slumped and head lowered, and already doing the math in your head to see if you had the funds to purchase the lily, but all you could see was the image of Rex standing tall and sure in his full armor.

   “Excuse me,” you spoke up, glancing over with teary eyes toward the vendor.  “I’d like this one, please.”

   “That’ll be fifteen credits.”

   You made the exchange and accepted the potted plant into your arms carefully like it was an infant.  The trot home was a little cheerier than the schlep downtown first thing in the morning.  The sun was shining, at least, and you carried another piece of him back with you.  Of course, the plant would brighten the room, but it wouldn’t take the ache away like you needed.  You still sat on your couch that evening, staring at it, wondering what Rex was doing at that very moment.  Was it day there?  Was it night?  Was he in the heat of battle, or laying down on his bunk for some much-needed rest?  Was he safe?  Or did Skywalker have him in the midst of danger yet again with one of his wild plans that Rex was always telling you about?

   Ugh.  You wished you knew.  It wasn’t uncommon for Rex to fall out of contact for days or even weeks, but the wondering still got to you sometimes.

   Seven o’clock. 

   You’d been mulling over different scenarios for two hours.

   Something had to change.

   A thought came to you.  It was so crazy that you almost laughed aloud at the prospect.  But part of you grasped onto the idea and turned it over and over until it gradually sounded less insane.  There were several obstacles you’d have to overcome to put the idea to action.

   First, there was the matter of finding out where in the galaxy Rex was.  He could be anywhere from a war-ravaged planet in the outer rim to a senator’s ship escorting them for official Republic business.  The possibilities were endless.  But there was a way to narrow down your search if you truly wanted.  Without getting your hopes too high, you pulled out your comm device and started typing a specific frequency. 

   “Fives,” you greeted with a smile.  “How goes it?”

   “Oh you know, _______, just the usual ARC trooper stuff.  Ya know, because I’m an ARC trooper now.”

You chuckled.  “Congratulations, again, on your promotion.”

“So, what do I owe for the pleasure of this call?”

“Well, I’ve got a teensy favor to ask.”

“Anything you need.”

“I realize that this is highly confidential information, but…can you tell me where the 501st is?”

- - - - - - -

   Your heart was beating a million beats per minute.  Your skin glistened with sweat, and though you tried to put an end to the tapping of your foot, you still found yourself doing it repetitively the moment you stopped paying attention.  Your carry-on bag was getting heavier by the second, but you were too worked-up to set it down.

   If only the line would move faster.

   You’d been waiting for fifteen minutes already while the traveler a few spaces ahead of you organized their paperwork.  Surely, it wasn’t too much to ask that they had handled this stuff before boarding time?  You took a deep breath, knowing full well the true reason for your impatience.

   You couldn’t wait to see him.  To see the look on his face when you showed up unannounced to where he was stationed.  Things seemed to fall into place the moment Fives told you that the 501st was currently occupying a planet that had just been relieved of Separatist control.  They were seeing to the planet’s recovery and maintaining order for a short time before another battalion arrived.  Civilian travel to and from the planet had been opened up, which was perfect for what you had planned.

   After ending the comm with Fives, you threw together toiletries and some clothes in an overnight bag before busting out the credits you’d been setting aside for some time now.  Booking an off-world transport on such a short notice would be expensive, so you took the entire stash to be safe.

   The arrangements had been made in a hurry, and after that, it was just a matter of waiting.  Waiting to board the transport.  Waiting to arrive at the station to get on another transport.  Waiting to finally get to your destination and book yet another transport to wherever Rex was.

   It was exciting, but also terrifying.  There were a few negative “what ifs'' along with the positives.  What if you don’t find him and get lost instead?  What if something happens on the way?  What if you get there and he isn’t happy to see you?

   Your nerves were all over the place by the time it was finally your turn to board.  You handed over your paperwork with shaky hands, but released a deep breath when you were granted clearance to go on.  This was it.  It was actually happening.

   A few hours into the trip, you calmed down.  The jitters subsided, and you were able to preoccupy yourself with some activities.  Reading through an entire holobook was first on the list.  People of all shapes and sizes surrounded you.  Part of the journey was spent wondering what their stories were.  Who were they on their way to see?  Friends?  Family?  Or perhaps they were starting a new life elsewhere?

- - - - - - - -

   “What a day,” you muttered to yourself as you studied the map on the board in front of you.  You’d just arrived.  The trip felt so long, but you’d do it all over again.  You were that much closer to seeing Rex… There was just one more obstacle before you: figuring out where the heck he was on this planet.

   It was plain to see that the place had been a warzone.  The port itself was in bad shape with walls chipping and areas sectioned off with caution tape.  There were cracks in the floors and even piles of rubble that hadn’t been cleaned up yet.

   An unmistakable shade of blue caught your eye, and you tore your tired gaze from the map to follow it.  It was a soldier from the 501st!  You were ready to waltz right up to him to ask for directions when you saw another, but he was someone you recognized instantly.

   “Jesse?”

   He saw you and smiled, waving you over.  You laughed in relief at the familiar face as you hurried over.  “Jesse!  Aren’t you a sight for sore-?”  But your sentence was cut off when another trooper came into view.  You saw the cropped, blonde hair first.  He locked eyes with you and halted, mid-step.

   “________?”

   “Rex.”  The stress of the trip melted away as he hurried over to meet you.  Normally he was very careful about any sort of public display (he had a reputation to uphold as Captain), but he already had a gloved hand on your arm as if to pull you closer into his space while the other went to your shoulder.

   “What are you doing here?” he asked, eyes wide.  You’d never seen him look so surprised, and you had to admit, it added to your joy.  You grasped the armor on his forearm and relished in the fact that the Rex in front of you was real and not just a memory.

   “I wanted to see you,” you answered, blinking away tears.

   “This is still technically a warzone,” he said seriously, as if you hadn’t realized that before showing up.  You shook your head affectionately at him.

   “Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me.”

   “Of course I’m happy to see you.”  His eyes sparked as he drew in closer, and his voice lowered.  “I mean, how could I not be?  I’m just…I can’t believe you’re here.”  He pulled back and turned to Jesse.  The incredulous expression on his face was enough to make you chuckle.  “So this is why you insisted I come down here?”

   You followed Rex’s gaze toward his comrade, confused.  “But how did you know?  I didn’t tell anyone I was here.”

   “Fives gave me a heads-up,” Jesse replied with a smirk.  “He was worried about you coming out here by yourself, but didn’t want to spoil the surprise for Rex.”

   You grinned back.  “Thank you.”

   He gave a shrug, and the mischievous smirk softened as he nodded his head in the other direction.  “Now, why don’t you two get on out of here before you make a big scene?  I’ll finish things up here.”

   “Jesse,” Rex shook his head.  He had that look on his face, like he was trying to be stern but could barely contain the slightest hint of a smile.  That was the look he saved especially for his brothers at times like this.

   “I know, I know.  I’m awesome.”

   Rex glanced around to make sure that there weren’t any bystanders paying close attention to your rendezvous.  Just to be safe, he straightened himself up and spoke to you using his Captain voice.

   “This way, Ma’am.  I’ll help you find a place to stay.”

   “Thank you, trooper.”

   With his hand ever-so-lightly resting on the small of your back, he guided you through the port until you both reached the exit.  Citizens were going back and forth, none paying you any mind.  The rest of the city was in the same condition as the port, with collapsed buildings and ruptured roads.  There were construction droids all over the place cleaning up the mess.

   “What made you decide to come here?”

   You glanced at his profile.  His face was scrunched up in thought as if he couldn’t grasp what brought you here.  “I missed you.”

   “You missed me,” he repeated.

   “Yes, I missed you.  And besides, you’re always visiting me.”

   He steered you down another street.  This one, you noted, was empty.  It was still abandoned for the most part since the disaster hit.  You looked once more at Rex, wondering if he’d taken you this way on purpose.  He slowed his pace until the two of you stopped at the street corner.  Rex’s gloved hand reached up to tilt your face towards his.  “________…” he whispered.  “When I woke up this morning, I had no idea I’d be seeing you today.  It’s wonderful.”

   Your eyes fell closed as he leaned in, his breath fanning your face. “Oh, Rex.  It doesn’t matter if there’s a galaxy between us.  I love you.”

   He closed the small space between you, locking his lips with yours.  You would’ve thought that he couldn’t go another moment without kissing you by how fervently he deepened the kiss.  His arms wove around your form, crushing you against his cuirass.  You melted into his touch and poured your affection into the kiss.  A million and one daydreams you’d had of this moment were quickly put to shame.  Rex pulled away to gaze into your eyes.  The sun was setting behind the buildings, casting an orange glow on the sky.  Dust and other particles floated through the air.  It was all so dreamlike that you nearly pinched yourself.

   “Let’s get you settled,” Rex launched into protective captain mode.  “I’d feel better if you stayed somewhere near the base.  We may have the Seppies on the run, but there are still troublemakers out and about.”

   You gently caught his hand before he walked away, giving it a squeeze to get his attention.  With heart racing, you smiled.

   “In a minute.  I think I need another one of these first…”  And you pressed your lips against his once more, not missing the way his eyes softened as you leaned in.

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Hi, I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a Rex one-shot: you recently got out of a relationship with a man who didn't treat you well and made you feel bad about yourself. When you finally let him, Rex reminds you how amazing and sexy you are 🥰

Anon, I love this request so much! So sorry it took me so long to get to, I just had a bunch of personal stuff come up. But I loved this request! I had been thinking about doing something of a similar range for a while actually, but my original idea was with Fives (might do that someday too, if my brain cooperates). But I LOVE this with Rex, 'cause I think he would be so respectful and know how to treat you right!

Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Mentions of past toxic relationship and self esteems issues relating to it, body worship in the form of kisses (reader receiving), some nipple play, oral sex (reader receiving),

Word count: 2.7k

You sit in silence on the cab ride home, the bustling nightlife of Coruscant blurring by in neon lights as your stomach churns. Rex is staring out his own window, a mile between you on the torn leather of the backseat. Sometimes you swear your catch a reflection of his gaze turning to you in your own window, but you don’t risk a glance back. You’re used to this by now, so you’re racking your brain for what it is you must have down wrong. Did he not like your outfit? You wore jeans and a shirt, maybe you should have opted for a more girly dress to meet his brothers? Did it not look good on you? Or did you make a full of yourself, laughing too loud at some of the jokes his brothers told, or were you too friendly with Fives when he started asking questions about you? Or maybe there was some other girl there who caught his eye, he gets enough attention as a Captain, maybe he’s recognizing that he can do better than you.

As you enter your apartment you're prepared for whatever Rex has to say; your body is tense as you've built up your walls in preparation for whatever must have upset him.

"Ok, what's wrong?" Ok that wasn't the first words you expected to come from his mouth. You frown, but finish hanging your jacket on the wall, your arms immediately crossing over your chest as you turn to face him. His eyes are rounded in what seems to be concern, his full attention on you.

"What do you mean?" you ask tentatively.

"You didn't say a word the whole cab ride home, hell you could barely look at me; just tell me what I did?” Of all the words you could use to describe his tone; anger isn't one of them. Instead he seems almost pleading, and sincere. Upset even, but not with you. With himself.

“Shit, Rex,” you sigh, turning to the living room. You toss your purse on an armchair, and plop on the couch,  bending over so your head rests in your hands. “I’m sorry it was  nothing you said.”

"Then what's troubling you, mesh'la?" It was almost an unfair play, for him to use Mando'a on you right now. The way your gut fluttered when he murmured those sweet words to you or against your skin, always teasing you and withholding the meaning.

"I just...tonight was a lot," You start, patting the seat on the couch next to you. Rex joins you, but keeps his hands planted on his thighs, giving you some distance as he looks at you patiently, giving you the time to formulate the words spinning in your head. "I was just a bit out of my comfort zone."

"Was it something one of the boys said?" Rex sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They mean well, but I know they can go overboard at times-"

"No, no. They were all great," You insist, actually managing a giggle as you remember how Rex's brothers had teased you endlessly, only for it to be stifled by jolt in your gut. What if that was what upset- No. Rex is not upset with you. Rex is just confused.

Rex is not him.

"Tonight, brought up a lot of memories," you say carefully, "It reminded me of nights out with my ex and his friends actually."

Rex frowns at you, but quickly turns his head down. "Oh I see...do you..do you miss him?"

"Force no," you answer way too quickly. Now Rex's frown is accompanied by a furrowed brow, his eyes scanning your face as he tries to figure you out. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was how he could pick up on so many things, at a single glance he could read everything about you. This was the first time he ever misread, but you could understand why with how you're avoiding the issue.

"Nights out with my ex and his friends were never fun," you explain, only for Rex to furrow his brows deeper. If you weren't stressed you would find it comical how someone so young has so many wrinkles on his forehead when his face creases in thought. "His friends were fine but, something always happened that upset my ex. If I got too friendly with one of his friends, he would get jealous. If I wasn't friendly enough, I was a boring bitch."

Rex opened his mouth to no doubt counter that, but you held your hand up so you could continue before you lost steam. "He would lash out in different ways. Normally he would make comments about how pretty some other girls were, especially if his friends brought someone. He would always compare me to them, telling me what I should dress like, how I should do my hair or makeup.

"On the nights where it was really bad, he would straight up tell me I was ugly or fat, and that I was lucky a guy like him was willing to be seen with him," you admit in a low voice, fiddling with the rings on your fingers. You expelled everything out, but you can't ignore the knot twisting in your gut, the way your skin crawls at even the thought of his face in your head. A hand lands on yours, warm and comforting as you look up to see Rex's apologetic eyes staring into yours. You clasp your hand around his, accepting the gesture.

"I don't need pity," you insist, swallowing as you steady your voice. Rex's thumb is brushing soothing circles on the back of your hand, something so calming about his simple touch. "I'm proud of who I am, and I know I'm more than what he said. Just sometimes-"

"Sometimes you get in your head about what he said," Rex fills in knowingly when you get caught on your words. You nod, blinking your eyes to try and break up the tears welling in them. You shouldn't be feeling like this, you're happy now. His words shouldn't have this effect on you still, but there's that little grating voice in the back of your head echoing every mean thing he had thrown your way.

"Mesh'la," Rex's voice is low, reassuring as he speaks to you, his hand still holding yours, "You are more than anything that di'kut ever said. "

"That would mean a lot more if I knew what you were saying," you tease, using your free hand to wipe away the tears before they can even fall. Rex's lips curve, his gaze still burning against yours as he lifts your hands to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as his lips caress your knuckles.

"Well, 'di'kut' means 'idiot'," Rex offers, making you huff out a light laugh. He pressed another kiss to your hand, the flecks of gold in his eyes glinting as he continues, "'Mesh'la' means 'beautiful.'"

Your heart skips a beat by the admission off his lips, heat rising to your cheeks as your gut twists in a different way than before; gone are the feelings of apprehension, now there's something about the way that Rex is looking at you that makes you feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

"Oh, you flatterer," you say to try and brush him off, bending your head down as a shy grin spreads on your lips. A warm hand cups your face turning you back to face him and, fuck...If you weren't already smitten you would be goner now. Rex is a self proclaimed poor liar, but nothing would make you doubt the pure honesty waving off him at this moment.

"I mean it, you are so beautiful," Rex exhales the words out, speaking to you as if you were some deity meant to be worshiped. "And you're so kind, you never fail to make me laugh, and I know my life would be a lot duller without you in it."

He leans in to kiss you, slowly at first before you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into you. His lips are so soft as they work against yours, the sweet remnants of his favorite whiskey lingering on them.

“Plus,” Rex starts as he pulls his lips away for a breath of air. “No other woman could compare to you. To the way you make me feel. To how sexy you are.” Heat rises to your face as his lips meet yours again, this time more passionate and consuming. It’s intoxicating the way he kisses you, like the whole purpose of your existence was for him to taste your lips, to feel the smoothness of your skin as he tugs your shirt off, to catch the breaths that fall from your lips with his own mouth. Rex nudges you backwards towards the arm of the couch, letting you rest your back against the plush pillow before he takes your lips again.

You could stay here all night, your lips locked as you slowly rutted against the other. But when Rex pulls up for air you see the desire in his eyes. You're sure you're in a state yourself; your bra strap slipping off your shoulder, your chest heaving and your skin aflame as it craves more of his touch. As sweet as the feeling of his lips against your is, you're in need of something stronger. You smirk up at him teasingly, reaching your hands around to unclasp your bra when his hands land on your forearms. For a moment you think he might stop you, but instead his hands slide down to meet yours, the rough pads of his fingers brushing over your skin as his hands work with yours to undo the snap of your bra. As he slides it off, his lips curve in an almost imperceptible smirk that hits you straight in your core. You start to push yourself up, reaching for the fabric of his undershirt but his hands catch your once again, this time gripping your wrists and nudging you down to lay on your back, pressing your arms on both sides of your head as he lowly 'tsks' you.

"So impatient, mesh'la," Rex chides huskily, the teasing edge in his tone almost torturous. Fuck, the way his voice rumbles when he talks to you is like an aphrodisiac, the gritty timber luring you in. He lowers closer to you, pressing a kiss to the corner where your jaw meets your neck, raising back a hair away from your skin, his warm breath fanning across your sensitive skin, as he murmurs into your ear, "Relax; I'm going to show you how you deserve to be treated."

You let out a breathy sigh from his words, one that transforms into a higher pitched whimper as his lips find purchase in the smooth skin of your neck once more. He trails down your neck, his teeth gently dragging against your skin as he nips at you, his path stopping at the junction of your neck and shoulders, where he sucks on your skin, leaving a mark of his desire on your skin. His tongue peaks between his lips, licking over the spot before moving on to the other side of your neck, pressing more teasing kisses over the expanse of your skin. You squirm beneath him, angling your neck so he can get as much access to you as possible. As he leaves a spot, the cool air of the room brushes over the wet trail left by his kisses, tingling on your skin as the cool contrasts with the warmth of his breath and lips. It's maddening, how little of you he's touched yet you're thriving on every but of his attention. Your breath falls from your lips in whimpers and sighs, your hips shifting to try and relieve the throbbing ache in your clit. The seam of your pants rubs against you in a way that offers a little pleasure, but before you  can seek more of it, Rex presses firmly on your hips, keeping you steady. You mumble curses under your breath and you can feel his lips curve into a smirk against your skin.

Deciding your neck has had enough attention, he moves his way down to your collarbone, nipping at the skin there before lowering over your breasts. You glance down at him, meeting his eyes as they gleam at you, and he licks a strip with a broad stroke of his tongue in the valley between your breasts. You groan at the motion, only to squeal as he pinches one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Rex continues to smirk at you, tweaking the sensitive bud as you whine from the stimulation.

"Love those pretty noises you make for me, cyar'ika, " Rex murmurs as he continues his ministrations on your nipple. "But let's see if you can be a little louder."

His lips wrap around  your other nipple and his tongue circles around, teasing you with the warmth of his mouth before he sucks. Your breath cracks as tingling heat blooms in your chest. Rex's eyes are glued on your face, watching as he turns you into a writhing mess. He pulls off your tit with a sinful pop, brushing his thumb to soothe your nipple; the texture of his rough finger pad over the skin still wet from his mouth combining to provide a delectable sensation. His mouth lands on your other breast, breaking you from your momentary bliss to cast you into a more fevered state.

Rex’s attention on your breasts is constant, whichever one isn’t in his mouth is being squeezed and teased by his other hand. He doesn’t just focus on your nipples, he also leaves more love bites along your plush skin, something that thrills you with the thought of counting all the marks he’s gifting you tomorrow when you’re sore in all the right ways.

“So perfect,” he whispers huskily, praising you as his mouth treasures every inch of you. “What did I do to deserve you?”

You want to tell him that he deserves the galaxy, that no one can compare to him, but no words that would leave your lips could suffice the feelings you have for him, for how he’s making you feel. Not just in pleasure, but the warmth that flips your heart every time he looks or talks to you. How could you have been so foolish to think he would be like your ex when Rex constantly goes above and beyond to show you how he cares?

Once he’s satisfied that he’s given your chest enough attention for the evening, Rex pushes himself up slightly so he can tug your pants and your underwear off. You can’t help but admire him like this; his eyes have hardly a hint of the hazel as his pupils have blown wide with lust, his lips glistening and swollen from the kisses he’s placed in devotion over your upper body. As your lower body is revealed to him, he licks his lips and lowers himself to rest flat on the couch, his hands pressing your thighs open before he buries his face in your cunt.

You cry out; you had been expecting more teasing, more nips and bites along the plush of your thighs but it seems Rex’s control was less firm than his demeanor suggested. But instead Rex’s tongue licked a long flat stroke from your entrance to your clit, which he circled around before closing his lips around the throbbing bud and sucking. Your hands reach for his head, your nails scraping along the buzzed golden hairs. Rex groans into your core, the vibrations making you keen and arch your back, pressing yourself closer into his face. But even if Rex’s mouth was free, he would voice no complaints, he’s eating you out like there’s no meal he would rather have, nothing sweeter to him than your pussy.

Rex releases your clit, grazing over it oh-so gently with his teeth before his tongue returns to exploring your folds, lapping up every bit of your arousal it can. His grip holds you steady as he continues to taste you, something that you’re sure isn’t an easy task as you write more and more, chasing the pleasure his mouth is devoting to you. Your body is thrumming with energy, having been so worked up by his teasing kisses that transformed into the ravenous way he's devouring you. You're sure your appearance reflects the flustered wreck your body feels like, your nerves fried in the best way possible. Whenever he pulls back for air, you whine from the absence of him, only for him to chuckle before delving back in, each time with more vigor than the last. Rex has gone down on you before, but it seems like he has something to prove to you tonight, like he doesn't have words to tell you how amazing you are to him, so he'll show you through actions instead.

Rex groans as he tastes you, his eyelids fluttering shut as he drowns in you; completely consumed by the sounds you're making as your legs quake around his head.  He reaches his hand further around, his thumb able to flick back and forth over your clit as your heart races. As your panting breath increases, Rex's tongue slips into your entrance, plunging your body further and further from your control. Your mind is buzzing, you swear you're begging Rex not to stop but can't really be sure if your mouth can form the words. Either Rex hears you or he recognizes all the blaring signs from your body, because he does not relent. HIs thumb flicking your clit, his tongue greedily tasting your inner walls, all pushing you over the edge into the divine.

It feels like your heart will never slow, like your breath will always be ragged and that the heat beneath your skin will never cool. Rex's lips once again trail up the expanse of your exposed body, but no longer in the teasing way, now he's purely devoted as he whispers praises that don't reach your ears. Even in your overstimulated state as you come out of your orgasm, you can't ignore the throb in your core as you catch Rex's shin glistening with the combined juices of your release and his own spit. Rex's palm lands on your cheek as he stares down at you, his skin blazing hot as his look is fillwed with awe and adoration.

"So," you start to say hoarsely, offering him a smirk, and toying with the fabric of his shirt, "What do you say we take this to the bedroom and you lose a few layers?"

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One attachment left in the galaxy(Part 2.5)

Masterlist || Tag list || Requests/Prompt sheet || Requests

Prologue/Starter(Takes place a few years before on Kamino) || Part 1 || Part 2

The reality of a soulmate might show the cracks in a relationship

Warnings: Angst, tension

A/N: Oh my gosh it's been a while since I updated this story. I've had this written for a while but could never find the right transition so I decided to make it a little half chapter so I could work on the next scene I have in mind. Anyways thank you guys for being so patient with these updates, I've been swamped with three jobs and school starting soon.

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“I have to go Rex,” You said throwing your things into a bag, “Something went wrong with the last shipment,”

“What?” You have to leave right now?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows from his side of the bed, “It’s the middle of the night,”

“Blame the damn Coruscant Port Authorities,” You murmured. You could feel his eyes on you even in the dark as you moved around the room, collecting random papers you knew you would need.

You looked back at him once, right before you were about to exit. His eyes told you everything. You were skipping out on him again. His soulmate, the one thing in the galaxy that he thought made him special, was leaving him in the dark, alone, for the fourth time in the last week. It wasn’t any better when the other three nights he had been called in by his general for help.

“I wish I could stay,” was all that came out. 

Of course you had more that you wanted to say. You probably could’ve talked to him until the sun came up in the morning but there was no time. 

The last couple of months living together had been a mix of the best dreams and your worst nightmares, at least when he was planet side. The best were the small moments you had together, when you could almost feel your soulmate marks pull you closer to him. When he would make the both of you breakfast(technically your dinner), right after you got home from a long night and he would just be getting ready to start his day. Or him telling you about all the planets he had been to on his latest campaign, something you could never imagine having not even been to the top level of Coruscant. 

The worst was when you were rushing out to catch your shipments before port authorities got their hands on them or when he had to work a shift at the Port Quarters. The two of you had quickly learned that there was a very thin line in your relationship. One that wasn’t meant to be crossed. It was the only thing in your relationship that you avoided like the blue shadow virus: Neither of you ever talked about your work.

It was simple in theory. Rex wouldn’t talk about any of his missions and you wouldn’t tell him about any of your dealings in the underworld. 

Yet, nothing ever worked out to be what it seemed. Power dynamics and politics were constantly changing in the senate which always affected both of your works.

You could see the political power grab from the Supreme chancellor a mile away. It made your job harder as the senate started cracking down on not only the separatists, but also crime syndicates, gangs, and black market trading. Something they would’ve never touched before the war. 

Rex had also mentioned how thin his men were spread as it seemed he sent a different unit to a different planet every week.

It seemed like the two of you were being pulled in different directions every day, only the thin tie of your matching tattoos keeping you together. 

“Bye, I’ll miss you,” was all you said before heading out the door, not waiting to hear what Rex said.

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Captain's Log: Chapter 13

Renewal

Series Summary: The galaxy is in turmoil. The Republic has fallen, giving rise to the sinister reign of the totalitarian Empire, led by the insidious Emperor Palpatine. The millions of valiant clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic are now blindly sworn, against their will, to protect a regime they once sought to destroy. After being saved from a terrible fate by his former-Jedi ally and close friend, Ahsoka Tano, seasoned veteran CT-7567 Clone Captain Rex remains loyal to the pillars of Democracy, freedom and truth that shaped the former Galactic Republic. We follow him now struggling to deal with the personal aftereffects of survival and finding his place in the galaxy alongside the only person he has left. You. The love of his life.

[previous] [next] part of Captain's Log series post on ao3 Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 13.7k im sorry but also its worth it 😏 Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT) Chapter Summary: With most of the galaxy against them and the odds not on their side, Rex and his crew must decide how far they will go for family. Batchmates resurface and assign a new mission. Readers first symptoms begin and she finds herself in desperate need of relief. Chapter Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT, P in V sex, fingering, mirror sex, dirty talk, squirting if ya squint ;), Mature Themes, Language, Political References, References to Canon Plot, References to Canon Deaths, Angst, Anguish.

Darkness. It could describe so much of my life right now besides just the atmosphere around our bunk room. Pitch black, not even a single ounce of light streaming in. Every part of the ship that was not life support or the hyperdrive navigation was powered down to conserve fuel, so even the cabin lights and switches weren’t dotting the walls like landing platform markers. After the meeting we had, life kinda felt like the ship–flying blind without a destination or a purpose to guide us forward. 

I couldn’t say I’d ever felt this much doubt, even during the worst of the battles I fought in during the war.

What was it all for?

Freedom? For who? I’d never really felt true freedom–I don’t think any of us did save for maybe Cut. But even he had to hide from the Republic in order to live the life he wanted.

Trillions of credits were spent on the lives of every single brother I knew, but now suddenly repayment for our service was too high a cost.

Fighting in this war was the right thing to do, no question. The things the 501st and I achieved were among the greatest honors of my life. But now, after everything, the galaxy would always see me as more than a droid but less than a person. 

What’s the point of fighting anymore?

I tossed and turned in bed, throwing my forearm over my face and groaning uncomfortably. She didn’t even stir beside me, her exhaustion a by-product of her first pregnancy symptom finally showing. Nausea and intense vertigo had kept her up and made her woozy for nearly the entire rest of the night. At this point, it was best to just let her sleep even though I couldn’t.

I rolled over, slowly easing myself out of her arms wrapped around my torso, and sat up on the edge of the bunk. I sighed, resting my forehead in my hands and trying to take deep breaths. I had to talk to my brothers about this. The decision from the Alliance. The mission for Cham. Everything.

We had gotten in too late to discuss anything, and her not feeling well meant we headed straight to bed after I’d told Wolffe to get us to Ryloth. Now was as good a time as ever to talk to them, without worrying her or stressing her out any more than necessary. Besides, she’d done enough fighting for us already.

I hoisted myself up, grabbed my body glove, and slipped it on. The uniform felt oddly comforting and reminiscent of a time when things still made sense to me. Our bunk door slid open and I tiptoed away quietly, heading up the rungs of the ladder to the cockpit where I knew Wolffe and Gregor would be completely awake just like I was.

I tapped on the cockpit door and entered, the two of them perking up immediately, probably eager to hear the news. However, the sight of me exhausted and almost defeated snuffed out any hint of their excitement. I plopped down in the passenger seat behind Gregor, avoiding their eyes.

Wolffe stood up from his spot in the pilot’s chair and scowled, “What happened, Rex?”

“Yeah, everything alright? You don’t look so good.” Gregor scooted forward, resting his hand on my forehead. 

“The Alliance doesn’t want to help us. They think it's too much for them to tackle,” I sighed, watching the hope in Gregor’s face falter and the rage in Wolffe’s grow. “I don’t even want to tell you some of the things that were said.” I massaged my temples with the pads of my fingers as I tried to remove their words of disgust from my memory.

“Even with her and Bail speaking up for us?” Gregor inquired, sitting back and contemplating how things could’ve fallen off this quickly.

I thought about the fire in my beloved’s eyes as she had lambasted them with scolding words of moral righteousness, battling their every misguided fear with the soaring light of truth. She reminded me not of the senator she served under, but of my general–absolutely fearless in the face of certain death and loss. She stood unyielding where no one else dared. She spoke for me when others wouldn’t listen. She fought, kicked, and hit them where it hurt, just like he always did for me. “She gave it a hell of a fight. Wish you could’ve seen her up there. She was… incredible, but it didn’t matter.”

“So what? We don’t fucking need them. We’ll take care of our own, like we always have,” Wolffe spat, his disappointment usually presented as anger to hide his hurt. He had always been that way.

I glanced between my brothers, their own eyes now teaming with justified rage, and felt nothing but fear for both of them. They didn’t have to hear what even the galaxy’s best people thought of us, and I’d do everything in my power to make sure they wouldn’t for as long as I could. Because if good people couldn’t bring themselves to care, then what did we have left? 

Maybe the time was approaching when it didn’t make sense to fight anymore. Maybe I was the only one who saw it. I felt guilty even thinking about it. It went against every principle I ever knew to give up, but that had become a possibility for the first time in my life.

“And where has that ever gotten us, Wolffe? Hurt, kidnapped, missing, killed… what’s the point? Of all of this? Aren’t you tired of only being what they used us for?” I asked quietly, trying desperately to hold back the anxious tears that had been brimming in my eyes since the start of that meeting.

Wolffe stopped, his anger breaking immediately, and he crouched down to my eye level. “Yeah, Rex. Always. Every day. Since the day I was put in this armor. Since the day they crushed my entire battalion and stuck me back out there the very next day. But you know what keeps me going? What gets me back out there every time? My brothers. My flesh and blood. If there’s still a chance we can help them, I want to try. The two of you helped me remember that.”

From the way his jaw twitched, I could tell he was still thinking about Fox, and maybe Cody as well.

“You risked your life to take me in, Rex. I wouldn’t be here without you,” Gregor said, offering up his canteen of water and patting my shoulder. “We may not be ready to take on the Empire, and I understand being tired of fighting, but I’m not going to give up on my brothers. We can still fight to try and save them, even if we have to do it alone.” 

I sighed, closing my eyes and pressing the heels of my palms onto them. “I know, I know. You’re right. It’s just… hard not to let it get to you. Especially now after what I’ve heard. The whole galaxy thinks we were in on it. On all of it. It was… tough to just stand there and take.”

Wolffe grunted in annoyance, his disdain for politicians growing by the day. “And Bail? What did he say?”

“He was one of only three senators who voted to help us, along with Saw Gerrera and Cham Syndulla. Syndulla got us our next mission,” I mentioned, pointing to the navicomputer. It was blinking with the updated timing for our approach to Ryloth.

“Helping people who care is all we can do now. Let us make a difference where we can. We’ll find our own way,” Gregor reassured, reaching for the canteen in my hand and taking a few swigs of water for himself.

Wolffe resumed his seat, doing a quick systems check on the ship to keep his hands busy. “Ryloth, huh? Howzer was stationed there last I can recall. He picked up where Keeli left off.” 

“Yeah. Guess my whole batch had to visit this planet once,” I remarked, fondly remembering my brother and eldest batchmate, Keeli, who died long before the galaxy changed. Howzer and I were probably the only two left of our batch now. “I lost contact with him a long time ago. What do you know about the situation there?”

“Well, I know he and his men were still stationed there. Though for the Empire, not the Republic. Things were just starting to get testy when I… when I got away,” Wolffe explained, scratching the growing beard on his jaw as he thought.

“Howzer and his boys must’ve rebelled and held the Empire off for a little while. Cham needs us to eliminate the rest of the special forces. He wants to hit them while they’re still down. We’ve got a small window in the next few rotations,” I explained, relaying the information Cham had given us when he approached us on Fest.

“And what’s in it for us?” Gregor inquired, sitting back in the co-pilot's chair and sighing. He looked tired–there were dark circles under his eyes and the familiar, cheerful light in them was noticeably absent. I wonder if he ever sleeps much anymore.

“Cham promised us supplies and weapons. Anything we need to start preparing for an uprising,” I replied, trying to mentally count the munitions we had in the hold downstairs. There wasn’t much that the pirates who owned this scrap heap left behind for us and our DC-17s weren’t going to cut it for the entire company’s worth of clones we planned on freeing.

“So, he’s committing to our freedom, huh?” Wolffe thought aloud, snorting to himself. “Guess he does live up to his name. Howzer must’ve done quite a bit to earn his trust. Cham was one of the Republic’s biggest headaches at times.”

“Howzer saved the Syndulla’s lives. He and his men are with them leading the fight against Imperial occupation now. Guess the Bad Batch helped him see reason. Cham’s fought his way back to the planet, and he wants us to help him eliminate the remnants of the Empire’s forces before they breach the city walls again.”

Gregor laughed, “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I am itching for a fight against those Imperial dogs.” He whipped the chair around and took over the controls just as the nav signaled our drop out of hyperspace. “Where we off to, Cap?”

“Head toward these coordinates. Cham’s palace is on the outskirts of the capital, Lessu. We’re supposed to meet him there.” I reached up to the console and tapped the coordinates in, giving my brothers a flight path.

“She agreed to this?” Wolffe asked gruffly, pointing casually at where she slept downstairs.

“Before he even had the chance to ask,” she interrupted, climbing up into the cockpit. I rose and pressed a kiss into her hair as she came to stand beside me. The same fire she had during her speech was still burning in her dark eyes. 

Wolffe smirked and shook his head. “She’s dangerous, Rex’ika. Be careful, darling, I might have to steal you from him.”

“Over my dead body, you grump,” she laughed, punching him in the bicep and resting her head on my shoulder. “We better get him some female attention soon. He’s not used to not being fawned over.”

Wolffe began to groan in protest, but the incoming holomessage from Cham interrupted him.

“Captain, I am glad you managed to persuade your men to join our cause. I must say your brothers here were relieved to hear of your collective survival,” Cham said, his serious stare hardened and cold enough to intimidate even through a hologram.

“Hey, we’re happy to be here, too,” I joked, though Cham didn’t crack. He apparently wasn’t known for his humor. “This here is Gregor, ex-commando. And this is Wolffe, formerly of the 104th attack battalion.”

He bowed his head graciously and turned to my cyar’ika. “And how are you? My men have heard your speech. They are interested in meeting you, to thank you for speaking up for them. It has meant a great deal. Many have joined my cause because of you.”

She smiled, the blaze of justice igniting in her eyes. “Doing well, General. Thank you. Tell your men we’re on our way.”

Syndulla gestured to a few people out of frame and nodded in understanding. “Our landing bay is an open-mouthed cave entrance on the left side of the palace. You will not be followed there. We’ll see you soon.” Wolffe guided the ship down through the tall plateaus and rocky terrain of this part of the planet just as the hologram disappeared.

“So speaking of female company…” Gregor smirked, “Ryloth is known for its performative, grand welcomes. Think you could put in a good word for me, gorgeous?” he turned over his shoulder to ask her.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s been that long for you, hmm?” I laughed at her obvious annoyance and kissed her forehead as her arms wrapped around me.

“Far too long,” Gregor replied, “and never with a Twi’lek.” He winked, glaring at the both of us. “Besides… I think you two owe me.”

Wolffe laughed for the first time in weeks, “Yeah, I second that.”

I could practically feel her blushing. “I’ll see what I can do,” she hummed softly. The normalcy of this request reminded me of all the times she wing-manned the Torrent boys back home at 79s. That was nothing more than fond memories now.

The ship flew through the shade cast by clouds of past explosions covering the surface, and I gulped at the craters left on the planet's surface by battles weeks old. It must’ve been a rough evac if this much debris had been left behind.

I could feel her wincing beside me and I seated us both down gently into the passenger's seat behind Gregor. She probably hadn’t seen battlefields to the extent we had throughout the war. It was hard to look at even for guys like us who had seen hundreds of worlds like this. From the looks of it, it was only getting worse under the Empire.

My soldier’s resolve was strengthening in my soul all over again. Seeing worlds like this, absolutely destroyed by evil, and knowing that people needed help was a reminder that I couldn’t give up. My other reminder rested under my palm as I rubbed slow strokes on her warm lower belly. Even if I wanted to, even if things were getting worse, even if the galaxy gave up on all of us clones, I didn’t have it in me to quit, because our ad’ika deserved to grow up in a safe galaxy.

She looked up at me, her hand coming to rest over mine, nodding once like she could read my thoughts. That was why she agreed to the mission. She knew I needed to be reminded of how much I could help people. No matter what the Alliance said, I was more than a human weapon. We all were. We were finally free to choose to help the people who needed it. And damn it, that’s what we’re going to do.

The Syndulla’s landing bay looked miraculously untouched for a planet occupied by the Empire. Located on the far side of the palace, the cave entrance was hidden by the large craggy rock face of the mountain range–too well disguised for the class of Imperial officers who were unfamiliar with the planet to recognize.

As Wolffe prepared the ship for landing, we noted the massive number of likely stolen ships that took up most of the space in the hangar. They all seemed to be in various states of disrepair, but nothing a few well-trained clones like ourselves couldn’t fix.

“Wonder why they don’t just use these to fight the Empire off,” she said aloud, counting the number of ships from her place on my lap.

“They don’t have the men, I’d suspect,” Gregor responded as he began shutting the ship’s engines down. “None of these are single-man fighters. Even if Howzer managed to recruit a small group of his old battalion members, that’s still not enough to go head-to-head with Imperial fighter squadrons.”

“Yeah, they wouldn’t stand a chance unless they had about six troopers manning some of these guns,” Wolffe explained, settling the ship into the hangar and stretching as he stood up. “Though the Wolfpack probably could’ve done it with less.”

I snorted, my brother’s overconfidence clouding his judgment. “I think all those craters in the surface say otherwise. They were probably lucky to escape with their lives,” I remarked, remembering the numerous times we had caused similar damage in pursuit of victory against the Separatists. The similarities made me more uncomfortable the longer I thought about it.

She narrowed her eyes, nibbling on her bottom lip as the wheels spun in her head. “It’s a good thing Twi’leks largely live underground here. That’s a huge advantage. The Empire would have to rely solely on ground assaults to make any headway,” she declared, fishing through her bag on the floor for her datapad to make notes for future briefings.

Wolffe and Gregor whipped around, their brows raised in surprise at her suggestion. They exchanged glances, and she huffed softly. She folded her arms in annoyance, her shirt pulling and exposing the tiny bulge of her belly just beginning to show signs of the life within. She was cute when she was mad, and nothing irked her more than being underestimated. “What? I pay attention in strategy meetings. I know things.” 

“Alright, Commander,” Wolffe teased, gathering his pack and slinging it over his shoulder. “We’ll talk to Syndulla and see what we’re working with. You might be onto something.” Instead of countering him with another playful insult, she smiled and nodded, probably equally surprised at his acceptance of her idea.

Gregor clapped his hands together and stepped out from behind his seat, “Well, let’s go! I’m in the mood to see what kind of welcome is in store for us. Think they’ve got any nuna here?”

“I think you’ll be lucky if you get more than a few ration sticks, Gregor,” I remarked, slinging my arm around her shoulder and kissing her temple as we followed them out of the cockpit. “You feeling better, mesh’la?”

She leaned into my side more than normal and gripped at the fabric of my blacks with need. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was trying to pull me aside for something else. “I’m ok, baby. Still a little woozy. I just need some water and, honestly, anything warm to eat. Why’d you get up before me?” she whispered, pawing at my chest and blinking up at me. I could never hide a thing from that face.

“I couldn’t sleep. That business with the Alliance…” She hummed in regret as I trailed off, looking away from me as if it was her fault they said all those things. “Just needed a talk with the boys. The kind of thing only they’d understand.”

She stopped, fiddling with the hem of her shirt and running her palm along her bump. “I’m sorry you had to listen to that. I shouldn’t have made you come with me. That was too much.” I didn’t have to see her face to know she was upset by it, too. She sniffled, trying to wipe the tears off her cheeks before I saw.

Stepping in front of her, I grabbed both her hands and brought them to rest between us before tipping her chin up. “Hey… hey… none of that now. It’s alright. I know you don’t think like they do. That’s what matters.” The hurt in her eyes perfectly reflected how I felt inside–like she could feel the pain for me. 

She balled her hands into fists then let them relax to curl her fingers into my sides, and I hugged her tight as she held onto me. “They’re wrong. You all deserved better than this. And I won’t stop reminding them of that. There’s always more I can do.”

I shook my head, shushing her quietly as I twirled a few strands of her hair around my finger. “You’re doing just fine, mesh’la. It means more to us than it ever will to anyone else. You heard what Cham said, you inspired other troopers to fight back. We may not have been able to reach the Alliance, but we are getting through to the ones who matter. Maybe now is the time we clones fight for ourselves.” I rested my chin on the top of her head, more to convince myself than her.

She pulled away, spreading her fingers on my chest and looking up at me fondly. “You know… if you keep giving speeches like that, you’re not going to need me to inspire them.” She leaned in and kissed me softly, one hand sliding up to rest on my flushed cheek. Her tongue slipped along my bottom lip and brushed delicately against mine. Though she tried to keep it brief, I could tell she wanted more as she broke away.

“If you’re looking for a reason why you survived when so many of your brothers did not… I think you’ve found it. You’re their leader. They’ll follow you anywhere. I know I will, too.” She gasped suddenly and her hands flew to her belly. “And someone else agrees,” she beamed, my hands reaching down to join hers to feel the tiny flutters of his kicks.

I knelt down in front of her, glancing up at her quickly for permission before pulling the bottom of her shirt up to speak directly to him. “Hey little bug, you think I can do it too, huh?”

I tried to imagine what it must be like to be so small but to experience life alongside both of your parents as you grow; to be along for the ride with them instead of growing alone and in silence in a sterile tube like my brothers and I had. While we would never know a bond like that, we had each other. Just like I would do anything for her and our little one, someone had to feel the same about my brothers and the birth of a new life they could have if we all just fought for it.

The little kicks under my palm solidified it. I would be the one who cared enough to free them. No matter the odds, no matter what it took. “Thanks for believing in your dad, Ad’ika. We got our family to save and we won’t let them down.” I smiled up at her, the real smile I only reserved for her, and rose again. “C’mon. We’ve gotta go, my love.”

After I’d changed into some civvies, we followed where Gregor and Wolffe had made their way down to the hold, her fingers laced reassuringly in mine. Syndulla would be out to greet us any second and hopefully reunite us with more of our renegade brothers. 

I could only imagine what Howzer would say about meeting my pregnant girlfriend for the first time in the middle of a warzone. Though she’d be quick to point out that nothing would stop her from fighting alongside us.

Gregor and Wolffe waited by the open docking ramp, watching for signs of anyone coming to greet us. We pushed past them and made our way down into the hangar platform just as the blast doors opened up to reveal not Syndulla himself, but my little brother.

“Well if it ain't the quacta calling the stifling slimy…” Howzer folded his arms as his gaze bounced between us, halting just a few feet away.

Howzer’s armor needed a fresh coat of teal green paint, the chest plate and shoulder pauldrons more faded and cracked than he would ever allow under normal circumstances, but his signature hair was still perfect. While the rest of our batch and I had always shaved our hair down to nothing, Howzer had grown his out–somehow still managing to look the most put-together. He had always been the most creative of us, and even when we’d given him shit for it, he’d never allowed his armor to look dull or his hair to fall flat.

“Aren’t you supposed to be an Imperial now?” I joked darkly, mirroring his stance and narrowing my eyes.

Howzer scowled dramatically, pointing his finger at me and grumbling, “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” He carefully studied my face now, taking in the state of me alive and well after all reports had me as good as dead. Before I could reply, he leapt forward and embraced me tightly, the relief melting the tension away. He had always been my most sensitive kih’vod and never liked to feel alone, even before we left the blank white halls of Kamino.

I wrapped my arms around him and held tight, communicating all the unspoken pain of trauma and loss during this war in one embrace. “I’m happy to see you too, Vod. Wish it was under better circumstances.” I pulled back, resting my hand on his shoulder and shaking him loose.

“I didn’t want to believe the reports. They couldn’t have gotten you. I’m glad my gut feeling was right, but why all the secrecy?” he asked, turning to look over my shoulder at the crew just behind me. “And how’d you manage to spring Commander Grouch from the Citadel?”

Wolffe growled, “I freed myself, thank you very much. Those bucket-head new troopers were no match for me. I never even made it to my cell.”

Gregor giggled, amused by Wolffe’s constant insults of the men he’d been forced to train. “Bucket-heads… that’s a good one, Wolffe. To be clear, he saved us and decided to tag along. I’m Gregor, by the way. Special Ops.”

Howzer shrugged, impressed at what we had managed to accomplish while still making it out in one piece. “So you snagged yourself a Commando, too. It’s just like you, blondie, to bring people together like this. Guess that’s why the general felt you were the man for the job.”

“Guess so. That and I’ve got a hell of a motivator here.” I cocked my head in her direction, Howzer’s eyes noticeably widening as he sized her up. “She’s the one whose message your men heard.” I beckoned for her to join me and she stepped beside us, holding her hand out to Howzer.

“I just told the truth, no need to thank me for advocating for all clones the way the galaxy should’ve done a long time ago. It also helps when you’ve been in love with one for nearly 4 years.” Her smile widened, eyes softening with the gentle fondness I’d come to know from her all this time. 

I tucked her into me and felt her grip tighten on my side again. Needy. Just as I thought, but no one else would have noticed. She stood tall and confident, the same way she did when she spoke to the Alliance. I couldn’t have been more proud to have her lead beside me and hoped all my brothers loved her the way I did. 

Howzer studied her and the way she held me more intently, “Wait–so you’re his…?” He connected the dots in his head, his eyes wild with realization. “Damn, Rex. No wonder it’s been so long. You’ve been busy.” 

“You have no idea,” Gregor and Wolffe chortled in unison as she turned around to argue with them playfully.

“Well, I can’t say I blame him. You’re stunning,” Howzer complimented bluntly, arching a brow at me and smirking. “Probably too good-looking for him, cyar’ika,” he added, taking her free hand again and pressing a polite kiss to her knuckles.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking over his shoulder at the door he’d come out of. “Alright, alright. Let’s get inside and you can all take turns clowning me later.”

“Erm… right. Well, the General’s probably just finishing his strategy meeting with his resistance leaders. Normally the Twi’leks like to throw banquets for guests, but there aren’t enough rations for anything extravagant right now. They are still planning to have you all meet everyone. The boys and I managed to scrounge up some leftover ration biscuits, the little green ones,” Howzer explained as he started toward the door, the rest of us falling into step behind him.

Gregor groaned loudly, the sound of his grumbling belly was loud enough to keep us all up at night. “I could crush about 20 of them right now. I’m starving.” We’d been running low enough on supplies that snacking mid-day was no longer an option, especially since she had to eat for two.

“How about fresh nerf stew and we save the rations for when we really need them?” a pleasant, accented voice called out from just down the hall. As we stepped past the blast door frame, a tall, elegant, green Twi’lek woman revealed herself, peeking out of a large room several doors away. She glanced at each of us briefly, likely taking stock of how much she could spare for each of us. “Howzer, dear, bring our guests into the hall with Cham and the others. We will bring everything out to you.”

“Yes, Eleni. Right away.” Howzer saluted her formally. Clearly, he respected her as equal to the general, so she must’ve been his wife. “The squad’s probably anxious to see you, too.” He herded us to the door just ahead of the one she’d peeked out of, and we disappeared into another hallway just as we heard her calling out in Twi’leki.

“How have your men been holding up since everything happened, Brother?” I asked, letting the other three take the lead down the long stone hallway.

“Not well, I’m afraid. There were no Jedi stationed on Ryloth, luckily, but we heard the chatter all over every comm channel. At first, we followed the Empire without question. What was the difference, you know?” He sighed deeply and mournfully as he recalled the time before the Free Ryloth movement had been able to gather enough force to push the Empire back. “Then things changed. Things stopped making sense. The chain of command stopped listening to us clones, started demanding we do things…” Howzer closed his eyes, shuddering and taking a deep breath.

“Things you knew weren’t right,” I finished, following his story to the same conclusion as all the rest now. “You had to make a decision for your men and the people you protected all these years.” I slung my arm over his shoulder, reassuring him the best way I could.

“Yeah, Rex. I did what I had to. I laid my weapons down and disobeyed orders because they went against the people I swore to protect. The Bad Batchers were here, too, and they helped us figure out what to do. Especially one of your old boys, Echo.” Howzer smiled, stopping in his tracks and looking up through a skylight in the cave ceiling. “A lot of my men defected that day and we’ve never looked back.”

I watched my little brother feeling the light hit him, maybe for the very first time. Though he’d been aged and weathered by the brewing storm of the constant battle for justice, he’d made the right choice. He saved his men, he saved his people, and he saved himself. We were all good men deep down and no mandated order would ever change that.

“I’m proud of you, Howzer. You did what many of our brothers could not. You saw a better way. That’s why we’re here now. We can do the same thing again for so many of our brothers who just need to see the way out. The chips forced us to act, but they cannot change who we are. My squad is planning on rescuing more clones if we can, but we’re going to need as much help as we can get. After this mission, are you in?” I asked gently, knowing that pulling him away from his duty to his people was a tall ask.

Howzer closed his eyes and bowed his head, running his fingers through his dark hair. When he opened them again the fire of determination that I saw in myself had sparked for him too. “I thought you’d never ask.” He reached out his hand and clasped it with mine tightly to signal a deal well struck. “I’m beside you always. My men will be on board, too.”

“We have to talk about removing their chips. It might be a little difficult here since things are so remote,” I thought aloud, moving to scratch at the healed scar along my hairline. “It’s the safest thing to do to make sure we can never be compromised like that again.”

Howzer moved to flank me, inspecting where the chip had been removed from me and wincing as he imagined having to cut through his hair to do it. “Yeah, I expected that. I’ll talk to the general and see what we can do. He’s got to know of a medical station somewhere around here. Twi’leks are a little more holistic than the Republic–they use healing herbs and careful doses of spice at times.”

We picked up our pace toward the banquet room, Howzer explaining more about what his men had been experiencing since the order happened. Nasty, brutal things. Some of his men reacted the usual way with blind fits of anger and lashing out at anyone not loyal to the Empire. Others experienced debilitating migraines or seizures from fighting so hard against the inhibitor chip to keep their consciousness. A few had even died, their brains having huge aneurysms from the overload of information the chip was programming into their minds.

I remembered not liking how it felt to have my mind taken over, but Ahsoka knocking me out and intervening likely saved me from enduring any of the after-effects that lots of clones seemed to be experiencing. Microdoses of spice and proper rest in a hangar locked away from Twi’leks or other brothers had allowed the more severe cases to run their course until the worst of it had died down. 

Howzer didn’t know exactly why he had never suffered quite as intensely as the rest of his men, but the best he could figure is that older clones seemed to have stronger willpower to resist their chip’s effects. However, full removal remained the only surefire guarantee that the nightmare would end.

Upon our entry to the banquet hall, we found the entirety of Cham’s protected population sitting in a large circle along the walls of a massive vaulted cavern held up by stone pillars. Some of Howzer’s men mingled among the Twi’leks while others huddled in sequestered groups, but I could feel their curious eyes on us. 

In the middle of the crowd, a group of Twi’lek men and women of every skin color imaginable performed an elaborate, lithe dance set to the thrumming rhythm of echoing steel drums. Not far from us, Cham sat with two of his advisors and a green Twi’lek child in a small alcove adorned with knit patterned tapestries and hand-painted drawings in bright pigments.

“Captain, welcome!” Cham called from his seat, beckoning our group forward. He raised his hands as he stood, and the dancing and drumming ceased. “My people! Tonight we welcome our new guests. They have come to help us retake our planet with their brothers. With their assistance, Ryloth will be free once again!”

The crowd erupted into cheers for a moment before the drums and dancing started up again, and somewhere in the chaos, my beloved was stolen away by Cham’s wife. Normally, I’d have been anxious to be parted from her, but the smile she tossed at me over her shoulder as she disappeared into the crowd put me at ease. Howzer and I took two of the remaining seat cushions beside Cham, while Gregor and Wolffe sat just behind us, cross-legged on plushy floor cushions. 

No sooner had we sat down than we were served the nerf stew we had been promised. Gregor sipped his portion down as if he hadn’t eaten in a week, but Wolffe’s mismatched eyes were fixed on the twists and turns of the women performing. If I followed his gaze, I could guess that the lovely red-skinned Twi’lek woman making eyes in his direction had caught his attention. Their behavior felt more normal than either of them had been in a long time, and I smiled to myself as they both seemed to enjoy the celebration.

“This was more welcome than we needed, General. You didn’t have to do all this,” I explained humbly, taking a cup of some kind of juice from a blue Twi’lek woman adorned in knit fabric far too revealing to be practical.

“Nonsense. You are guests, and it is customary for us to greet you in this way. It brings my people joy to celebrate what makes us special during times of strife.” Cham closed his eyes solemnly and massaged his temple with his right hand.

I glanced around the hall at the tired faces somehow able to find happiness to lend to others, even if only briefly. It was inspiring that their resolve hadn’t been broken, even through insurmountable odds. They truly were proud, determined people, and fighting alongside them would be incredibly rewarding if we managed to make any headway. I could see why Howzer was so hellbent on refusing to hurt the culture that had so graciously accepted him as one of their own.

Still, it was hard for me to relax knowing what we needed to accomplish. I was used to diligent planning and hours-long strategy meetings to prepare for missions of this magnitude. I could feel my mind racing with battle maneuvers and military strategy as the rest of the crowd enjoyed themselves.

Gregor and Wolffe were talking amongst themselves, glancing every so often at a group of women who were making eye contact and giggling whenever the two clones looked their way. That same red Twi’lek that had been dancing was among them now, and she kept shooting cheeky grins at them. They had been surrounded by clones for years, but recent bias must’ve made the two brothers look irresistible. I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing where that was probably going, and trying to distract myself from thinking about what I wanted to do to my mesh’la if I was ever able to locate her.

I shook the enticing image of her wearing some of the clothes the performers had on from my mind and turned toward Cham again. “General, when will we meet to strategize with your leaders? I have some ideas and–”

“Rex… relax. We have arranged a strategy meeting for tomorrow morning. We can talk about battle then. For now, enjoy a moment’s respite. Your partner understands…” he laughed, motioning at the same group of women who had been drooling over my brothers and suddenly finding her at the center of them.

I didn’t know if it was the aura from the cavern's skylights or the reflection of candlelight glittering off jewels hanging from the walls, but I was overcome by the sight of her glowing and laughing among them. Seeing her enjoying herself as the party wore on made my battle-anxious mind relax. To me, she was the most beautiful person here, and I smiled softly to myself as she finally made eye contact with me.

Her smile was soft and reverent, making her look every bit as stoic, classy, and put-together as she always carried herself among colleagues. Yet, I recognized the fire and lust simmering in the depth of her gaze.

She’d been overly needy all day, pawing and pulling at me at every chance she got, and something about the way she looked at me signaled that she was feeling a deep, magnetic desire. Her libido had always been powerful since the very first day I met her, but this look was something entirely different–maddeningly desperate and practically begging for me to whisk her away to have my way with her. It was all but confirmed as her eyes darkened and her tongue slipped out to wet her lips.

My own lust prickled down my spine and settled in my core, exacerbated by the floating aroma of incense and spice hanging thickly in the air. It took everything in me not to leap from my position and drag her to a quiet, dark corner of the palace. Before I could move an inch, she got lost in the circle of Twi’lek girls again, and I choked down my fantasies until I could get her alone.

I turned to the little girl seated beside Cham and asked for a small bowl of stew to be passed my way. She smiled earnestly and brought it over to me quickly, including another cup of the tart juice they all seemed to enjoy. 

“If you’re a Captain… does that mean you used to fly in big starships?” she asked eagerly, her little green head-tails twirling together in excitement. 

She reminded me of another bright-eyed, inquisitive young girl who never stopped asking me questions. Though the memories of a small, orange Jedi padawan bursting with excitement and eagerness for battle experience seemed so long ago.

“Yeah, kid. I flew on Venators and Acclamators lots of times. They’re not as fun as personal starships, though. I was never really that great of a pilot,” I shrugged, laughing to myself as I remembered all the times General Skywalker pointed out ways I could improve my starfighter piloting skills. I had gently reminded him that some of us had spent a lot less time being ten years old than he had.

“Well, I’m going to be one someday. Howzer says I’m already pretty good, but I’ll be the best in the galaxy,” she rambled excitedly, pulling a pair of haphazardly constructed flight goggles from the pocket of her leather jacket.

“Hera, come. Leave the men in peace, your mother wants you in bed soon,” Cham ordered, apologizing silently as he whisked her away behind him. “Apologies. She’s still learning.”

“That’s alright. I’ve got a lot to learn too,” I replied, the second part muttered more to myself than anyone else. Cham stared at me quizzically as he tried to figure out what I meant when we were interrupted by a group of women approaching our alcove. Slowly, they parted and my bold cyar’ika guided three of them toward where Gregor and Wolffe sat, eyes glued to the girls instead of the performance.

“Boys, this is Noola, Ryloo, and Zeeta. Ladies, this is Wolffe and Gregor. You won’t find better men to keep you company. You can take my word for it.” She turned and winked at me suggestively, Cham looking at me and chuckling to himself. I felt my face get hot with embarrassment and I took a sip of my drink to calm my nerves.

The three women parted from the group and approached my brothers. Zeeta, the red Twi’lek whose bright green eyes had been on us all night, made her way over to Wolffe. She began running her fingers along his shoulder pauldron and whispering something in his ear that made his brows raise instantly. His hand shot out to grab her by the waist and pull her down on his thigh. They took turns exchanging words, and his hand settled at the exposed small of her back.

At the same time, the other two women–Noola, who was bright purple, and Ryloo, a soft green–joined Gregor on either side, kneeling beside him and curling their arms around his biceps. Gregor lit up like a supernova, his irresistible charm instantly pulling the girls into him like a magnet. They listened to him talk and giggled in unison at all his jokes, genuinely finding him as delightful as he claimed women always did.

My attention was turned toward my partner who had reached her hand down to pull me up to my feet. “See? I told them I’d work something out. They should be well taken care of until morning.” 

Pulling her close, I ran my palm up her back, pressing her into me to both feel her and to possessively let the whole group know who I was with. I leaned down to whisper teasingly in her ear, “Does that mine I get you all to myself tonight?” Had we not been in such a public setting, I would’ve laved my tongue and lips along her neck, but that would have to be for later. “Can I take you away now?”

She moaned more than sighed, the lust overwhelming her and making her tremble in my grasp. “Please.” She rested both hands on my chest and stole a glance at my lips like she wanted to be consumed by the need building between us. “Please, Rex. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

—

The guest quarters in Cham Syndulla’s family palace were nicer than anything I’d ever stayed in. The old sandstone structure was built to blend with a large network of massive caverns on Ryloth’s naturally rocky terrain. Cham was kind enough to give Rex and me the larger of the three rooms, while both Gregor and Wolffe seemed more than content with whatever room could accommodate their new company for tonight.

It was like a private villa. Our own living space with jewel-toned chaise lounges and a carved marble table that was etched with a retelling of Ryloth’s thousand-year history. Normally a large banquet-style feast would be held on a table like this, but given the circumstances, there wasn’t nearly enough food to constitute a feast. Nonetheless, Cham’s wife, Eleni, had been kind enough to bake fresh bread and leave a few pieces of fruit beside it on the center of the table. 

It was customary for Twi’leks from Ryloth to give to their visitors as a friendly extension of their hospitality, but Eleni seemed to be offering this out of more than just custom. She had watched my movements the entire night, taking notice of the way I avoided any of the alcoholic refreshments at the celebration, and kept a firm, almost needy hold on Rex as we were welcomed into a strange place.

When Rex and I entered the bathroom off of the guest bedroom, I knew that Eleni had figured it out. On the shelves and counters of the natural hot spring bathroom were dozens of soothing oils, medicinal herbs, and healing serums specifically for expectant mothers. I turned to Rex in shock, in enough disbelief that he thought I may have been accusing him of spilling our secret.

He shook his head and chuckled, “I promise, I haven’t said a thing to her. Seems like she just knows. Mother’s intuition maybe. You know she and Cham have little ones,” he reassured me, his warm hand on my lower back instantly soothing a particular spot that had been bothering me now for a few days. I closed my eyes and sighed at the contact, Rex moving to massage the spot a little more. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my already burning arousal ignite even more.

The last few days had seen the hormone levels in my body skyrocket out of control, which I knew would hit me eventually. Sometimes this resulted in anger or irritability that I had to do my best to tamp down around the guys. Other times it resulted in what I felt now–pure, unfiltered, and unbearable lust. Even just watching Rex’s broad shoulders rise and fall as he breathed would set me off now. The pool of heat that collected at my center would pound and throb until something was done to quell the desire; a side effect that Rex was more than enjoying. 

In this moment, the muggy steam of the hot spring combined with Rex’s touch on my body made my toes curl. I felt my nipples bud and the space between my thighs dampen with an overwhelming need for him. I took in a deep breath, opening my eyes to let out a slow sigh, one with enough allure to get his attention. “Rex.” I whispered, turning my face to look up at him desperately. What started as an innocent reassuring of his presence had suddenly become so much more than that.

Rex perked up, his sly smirk curling his pretty, plush lips at the corners and his brow arching with intrigue. “Did I do something, mesh’la?” He asked, pretending he was blissfully unaware of my body’s reaction to him. “Because I know that sound… and I know what usually comes with it,” he teased, his arm slowly circling my side to pull him into me.

“You...” I gulped, his body heat beginning to join the long list of sensations I was feeling taking over me. “You did and are doing something to me. Did you seal the door to our bedroom?” I asked with shaky breaths as his familiar musky, woodsy, lived-in scent began to flood around me.

He chuckled deeply, and I felt the vibration heavily in my chest that was just painfully aching for touch. “Yes, I did. Not that, that was going to stop us, right?” he muttered, flicking off the lights and letting the skylight in the cavern ceiling illuminate the space now. 

“Nothing is going to stop me right now,” I admitted through gritted teeth. I rested my hands on the counter and looked up at my reflection in the mirror, a dark shade of lust overtaking me as I watched Rex butt himself up behind me. He slotted his chin into the space just below my jaw, both his arms now wrapping around my waist.

He peppered small, intimate kisses on my skin, now coated in a sheen of humidity and sweat, and emitted a determined, raspy groan, “Sounds like a challenge, pretty girl. Think I can help?” 

Suddenly, he licked a long stripe up the corded vein in my neck and I gasped, my blood pulsing faster as my heart raced with anticipation, overheating me with desire. 

“Talk to me, cyar’ika. Need me to make you feel good?” Rex asked against the shell of my ear, beginning to work at the clothes keeping my bare skin from his.

“Please, gods yes, Rex. It’s unbearable… I feel like I’m on fire. Everywhere,” I whimpered, meeting his nimble fingers at the hem and helping him pull off my top in one gesture. My chest erupted from it, swollen breasts and pebbled nipples reacting dramatically to the change in temperature.

Rex let out a satisfied grunt, making eye contact with me in the mirror as his calloused hands moved to cup them. He kneaded them carefully, kissing my jaw and pressing them together to make me writhe at the contact.

“There… that a little better? You are fucking perfect… tits getting so big. You’re spoiling me. Just look at how pretty you are. Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more fucking beautiful… you just had to go and take hold of some of me,” he whimpered playfully, watching my eyes hood closed as he rolled one nipple between his fingers and spread his other hand over the growing swell of my bump.

“Yes… that’s good–oh fuck, Rex…” I mewled, melting into his touch as he caressed any part of my torso he could get his hands on. “Everything about you right now is driving me crazy.” I moved my hands to grip his arm, trying to spur him into going a little lower where the unrelenting pounding was taking root.

“Tell you what… how about I get all this off, we both get in that hot spring tub and I touch wherever you need me to. Sound good, my love?” he offered, his hands slipping past the waistband of my bottoms to begin tugging them down my thighs. He paused as he leaned down to help me step out of my pants and turned me to take one of my breasts in his calloused hand, his tongue flicking over the nipple and making me whine at the contact.

“Rex! Strip and get me in that spring before I faint. I’m–ah!–so sensitive right now… everything you’re doing feels so good it hurts,” I explained, my hand flying up to support the back of his head and tugging at his blonde curls gently. I smiled happily at the rush of pleasure racing to my core. With my pants and underwear around my ankles, he released my breast with a lewd pop and used this momentary break to step back and glance over me.

“Fuck–bend over,” he ordered, pulling his shirt off his back and tossing it into the pile of clothes on the floor.

I obliged, leaning onto the counter and pressing my enlarged breasts into the cool stone.. I shivered as his hands softly traced down the dips in my back, pulling both sides of my ass apart to get a good look at my center. He chuffed softly, running a fingertip up my inner thigh. 

“You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs, mesh’la.” He collected it on his digits and popped a finger into his mouth, groaning in delight as he stepped out of his pants. “Get in there before I take you right fucking here,” he instructed with a playful slap to my right cheek.

I spun around to give him a once over and bit my lip at the sight of his growing length. “You know that’s why I’m like this… you’re sexy,” I giggled, my gaze flicking down to the part of him I knew better than anyone and smirking teasingly. 

Rex shook his head and stepped forward, resting his hands on my hip bones as he walked us both over to the steaming hot pool. “And that mouth of yours is why I’m like this.” He laughed, lifting me up and helping me step in. The water wasn’t much of a relief, the simmering warmth wrapping around my already overheated body as I settled down in it.

Steam plumed upwards off the glimmering pool's surface, now broken as it swirled around my every curve. I sat back, dunking my shoulders under the warmth and relishing in the sensation of water rippling around me.

Rex followed behind, his large biceps caging me in as he dragged my body back into his broad chest. I tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder, grabbing his forearm curling around me protectively. His body brushing against mine in any facet was making me tremble with an excitement I hadn’t felt since the first time we slept together.

He reached up to hold my chin in his fingers, leaning over to press our lips together and roll his tongue along mine slowly. Every gasping inhale was like breathing in pure arousal, making me moan in his mouth as it dissolved into pleasure spreading throughout my body. I broke the kiss, my jaw slack and my chest heaving as more heat rolled down to drip into my core. He buried his face in the space behind my ear, brushing my hair aside and speaking filth in deep whispers. “Where do you need me, ner mesh’la? I’m here for you.”

“Everywhere. Anywhere. Just want to feel you on me. Know you���re there,” I gasped, feeling his laugh behind my back as he relished in my desperation for him. He ghosted his knuckles over my cheekbone affectionately to remind me what this was all for before he eased his palms down my shoulders.

“Always here. For both of you. I promise,” he muttered, his hands coming to rest on my belly. “You’re so fucking strong,” he breathed, bumping my jaw with his nose, kissing along my pulse point, and letting his touch travel back up to my breasts. “So resilient, bold, smart… carrying my little one and looking so beautiful. I am the luckiest man alive, and I am proud to call you mine.” He paused between words to suck at the soft skin on my neck, hard enough to break blood vessels and distract me from the tension in my core.

He wasn’t doing anything to break the tension, but his words were slowing the rhythm, allowing me to focus on something else besides the overwhelming need tearing my body apart. I blushed as if his words were more intimate and exposing than being laid bare before him. “Is this supposed to make me want to fuck you less? Because you’re not accomplishing that very well with flattery.”

“If you’re feeling sane enough to be bratty, then I’d say it’s working.” He nipped my collarbone softly, making me jump and slap his arm playfully. “Smart mouth. Let me catch up to you and then we’ll see how much you feel like talking.” His cock twitched against my back, his love of being in charge was always the fastest way to turn him on. I moved to rest my head on his shoulder, letting him look into my eyes as he touched me.

His firm grip on my breasts made my breath hitch in my chest, his devilish smirk and fire igniting in his doting gaze signaled that he knew exactly what he was doing trying to light me up again, but slowly this time. “I want to fuck these so bad… you’re a dream for a boobs guy like me, you know? Gonna let me do that someday soon, pretty girl?” He flicked my nipple with his index finger, the bud pebbling up and making static erupt beneath his touch.

I swallowed hard, my hips bucking in response and my backside rubbing against his cock gently. “Fuck–mmmmm… mhmm. Can do whatever you want to me. You know that,” I groaned in frustration, wishing he would sink himself as deep inside me as I craved. The water encircling us both rippled and swirled around with our every movement, the blistering heat adding just another layer of pleasure to my already overwhelmed body. 

“I do,” He muttered softly. “I’ve got a whole list of things I know you like. Using binders, riding my cock, being edged… oh, you love that, don't you?” His listing every profane memory we had together was making the pressure in my core throb even more, and he knew it. The longer he worked me up, the better and more satisfying the result would be later on. Rex was more than a pro at this by now.

“Aren’t those all things you like?” I shot back, reaching to grip his muscular sides and dig my nails into his flesh. I could feel his heart beating into my back, racing to keep up with the desire rushing through his veins. 

He dipped down, his lips pressed to my collarbone softly trailing along the length of it carefully while his fingers pulled and tugged at both nipples. “‘Course. Especially with you,” he smirked against my skin. “Now are you going to tell me what you need? What feels good?” he whispered, his stubble tickling me as his jaw worked to place kisses following his every word.

I huffed impatiently, whimpering as he slid out from behind me, warm water swirling in to take his place. “Rex… you know what I want. You know where I need you.” I inhaled sharply as he interrupted my complaints with his lips wrapped around my nipple, his tongue swirling across the node. He hummed in a mix of pleasure and amusement, his expertise when it came to me enough to make him a little bit cocky.

“I know, mesh’la. But now you’ve got me all riled up, too, and you look far too pretty like this for me to give in this easily.” He looked up, guiding himself back up my body and tipping my chin up between his fingers. “I want to run my fingers through you, taste you, and fuck that pretty pussy until that ache goes away. I’ll do anything for my perfect girl.”

I couldn’t contain the wide smile that spread across my face. “I love you.” I leaned in to capture his lips with mine, passionately entwining us as the pressure became too much for me not to act on. I rocked into him and he sat back again, spreading my legs as I eased onto the width of his thigh.

His gaze trailed up my body, watching the delight on my face as I began chasing my pleasure by grinding against him. He huffed softly, his palm resting on the small of my back to maneuver me gently. “Feels good, huh?” His opposite hand smoothed up the curve of my side and messaged my breast. “You look so beautiful. Even when you’re being such a fucking tease.”

I smiled, both as a playfully bold response to his words and because the slowly building friction on my clit was finally starting to slightly soothe the ache. I glanced down at where his cock throbbed against my thigh, and I wrapped my hand lightly around him. “Oh please, you clearly love being teased, Captain.”

He hissed softly, his fingertips tracing up my spine as he tucked me further into his torso. “Then tease, mesh’la. Overwhelm me,” he whispered seductively, following it with a throaty moan that made my head spin. 

The sticky skin-to-skin contact had us both entranced in the simmering tension. When I moved my hips against his thigh, I brushed his cock gently. Every movement from one affected the other until we were so wound tight with pleasure teetering on the edge between us that we couldn’t take it anymore.

Rex’s kisses slid hot and wet against my steam-covered skin and every buck of my hips sent him slipping over to some untouched part of me. Pleasure pricked every exposed inch of my skin, and his soft moans and words of encouragement spurred things faster. All we did was rub, touch, and writhe until both of us were whipped into a tantalizing frenzy. His weighted palms traveled up my back, into my hair, down my sides, and on top of my thighs, and I gripped his biceps to hold myself steady against him.

I was far too impatient to keep up this pace with the powerful rush of imbalanced hormones fueling me, so I dug into his shoulder and relaxed into his lap, easing over to center myself on top of him. “Take me, Rex. Now… right now,” I begged, resting my hands on either side of his face and forcing his eyes up to meet mine.

A filthy, devilish smirk split his lips and we were in the air in one swift motion. He supported me in one hand and splashed us out of the hot spring. Making his way over to a tall mirrored wall, he reached over to the counter and grabbed one of the natural oils that had been left for us to use. He set me on my feet in front of my reflection and laid a few towels below to cushion us before sitting down. “C’mere mesh’la.” 

I followed, seating myself between his thighs and tipping my head back to watch his beautiful eyes. With one hand he screwed the top off the slightly spicy-scented oil and tipped it into his palm. He guided his other hand to gently wrap around my neck and swallowed my whispered moan of his name in a kiss.

My reflection in the mirror was a sight; my hair was a tousled mess from where he’d gripped it earlier, my eyes blown out with maddening lust so powerful it made my vision blurry, and my lips swollen from passionate kisses. His deep, mesmerizing brown gaze was fixed on me in the mirror, and my naked, dripping body was now shining in oil and covered in slight purple bruises–ones he always smoothed over with a roll of his tongue. 

“Look at me. I want you to watch what I do to you.” One of his oil-covered hands turned my face to look into the mirror while the other traveled down my belly, over my hip, and turned inward as he grazed my thigh. “Do you like being so filthy for me?” he groaned softly in my ear as I writhed in his slippery grip, cocking an eyebrow and prompting me for an answer.

I dipped my head down and suckled his thumb into my mouth, not caring about the slick sensation of the tasteless oil on my tongue. I felt him shudder behind me as he watched the plush of my lips encircle his thick digit, but before I had a chance to tease him with my tongue, he pried my mouth open and held me there. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”

“Mhmm. I love to watch you work me up, to feel your hands on me and your cock ready for me, Captain. You can’t resist me when I’m bold,” I giggled, and he rewarded my response with another laving warm pass of his tongue in the space beneath my ear. “I want your fingers,” I whined as his hands pushed my thighs apart painfully slowly.

“I know you do. I can feel how much you want me, mesh’la. You impatient little minx… you want my fingers in the heat of your gorgeous pussy,” he muttered, his index finger tracing the most deliberate and agonizingly slow circle on my clit. I tipped my head back as a moan ripped through me, my breasts rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath to keep up with his pace. “Fuuuck… you’re wet.” A wry, suggestive smirk reached his eyes, smoldering with passion while he watched my hypersensitive body react.

“It’s torture. B-but it feels… feels so good. More, baby. More. Want you inside. Rex, I want–” A truly indecent thought came to mind as my hormone-fueled lust overtook my sanity. I brought my knees higher, angling my center for a perfect view in the mirror and watching myself unfold illicitly. Rex’s cock throbbed into my back at the sight of me presenting myself so willingly and obscenely for his taking. He whimpered quietly, his mind probably running three steps ahead in his fantasy, knowing he’d be the only one to ever see me this way.

“What do you want, my pretty girl? Hmm? What can I do to make you mine all over again?” he asked with renewed desperation. Even he was beginning to lose self-control in this compromised position.

“Hold me open. Make me watch myself come on your fingers, Rex, please,” I begged, my hole contracting involuntarily as my arousal took on a life of its own. I watched his eyes roll back in delight, his circling touch on my clit inching ever closer to my aching core. “Now. Please!” I begged again, curling my fingers around his wrist settled between my legs.

“Oh, fuck–mesh’la… like this?” His lips latched onto my neck, his eyes glued to where he let his thumb and middle finger hold my slick folds open. 

My breathing stuttered as a rush of cool air blew chills through my heat and made my entrance flex. More slick dripped down to glisten in my slit, making Rex let out an audible and sinful moan.

 “Look at you… look how much your pretty pussy needs it. You need my cock so fucking bad.”

I could do nothing but hold onto his wrist with one hand and hold myself upright in position with the other. Rex’s fingertips rubbed through the wetness coating me from his drawn-out torture, and the two thickest digits on his opposite hand slipped through my soaked opening with ease. I cried out, a high-pitched, melodic whine filling the cavernous refresher room, and it made Rex emit a low grunt to harmonize with mine beautifully. “Rex, oh yes… that’s it.”

“Yeah? Does that help, ner mesh’la? You’re wound tight, but you’re doing so well for me.” He gently pressed his fingers within me to the knuckle and flexed them against my wet, collapsing walls. With his chest pressed against my back and biceps wrapped around me, he trapped me in the perfect comfort of his grasp. Slowly, he hooked his ankles over mine, holding my legs in place to prevent me from squirming while he worked my insides into a frenzy.

I could barely form words as the molten heat inside me boiled over into his hands. Each curl of his fingertips into the plush of my core made desire sear hotter in my lower belly, and the recoil was so strong it made me arch my back and buck my hips into him for more. I bit my lip to hold back screams that would only carry the sound of his name into the echoing cavern. “Rex, yes. Yes, that helps. F-fuck it's so good, baby. Deeper. Mmmf, you’re so… so good with your hands.”

A cocky smirk drew against my jaw as he padded up against the front of my walls, and I let out a strangled yelp. “I know,” he cooed, nuzzling my cheek with the bridge of his nose to urge me to keep my eyes on the mirror. “Watch, mesh’la. Gonna make you cum just like this. Then I’ll let you lick it off my fingers while I take you apart with my cock. How’s that sound?” 

He slid his fingers out painfully slowly, the wet shlicking sound making him groan. A thin trail of my wetness connected me to the space between his fingers. His hot exhales fanned my cheek as he rested his temple against mine, leaning in every so often to dot sloppy kisses along my sweat-slick skin.

“Yes, Rex. That’s p-perfect. Exactly what I need. You always know. Know me so well, my love.”

I reached behind to dig my fingers into his lengthening blonde curls, leaning him into a weighted, desperate kiss. Saliva slid sticky and sweet between our twisting tongues, and I moaned into his mouth as he curled two fingers back inside me. He relentlessly pressed up on that delightfully sensitive spongy spot at the shallow front of my walls and flicked at my clit with the pad of his thumb. I broke the kiss to inhale sharply, gazing back at my reflection in the mirror while the squelching sounds of him finger fucking me got louder and more obscene. 

He sucked at the juncture of my neck and jaw and swore incoherently as I began to spasm around him. “You’re so close. Can feel it, almost there. Little more. You can do it. Cum for me… all over me. C’mon, ner mesh’la,” he encouraged, maneuvering his wrist faster and increasing the unbearable pressure to a level I could no longer take. 

“Rex! I’m gonna–REX!” Heat drained down my body and released at my core, the ensnaring warmth having nowhere to go but out as my walls collapsed around his thick fingers. 

“There you go… oh, yes, fuck–look at that. That’s my good girl,” he rasped, his palm, wrist, and forearm drenched in my release. I trembled as the pleasure burst through me, desperate high-pitched moans swallowed by his all-consuming kisses. The pleasure was like an endless wave rolling through me, taking its time ripping through the agonizing carnal desire that had been plaguing me all day. 

Rex’s powerful legs against mine held me open as I watched my opening ripple obscenely. He whispered tender words of adoration as the tension wracking my frame finally started to recede. “My girl… so gorgeous when she cums for me. Let it all out just for me. I know how to make you feel so good, don’t I? Is that what my love does to you? Made this pretty little pussy all mine already.”

I panted and muttered soft agreements, letting my body collapse back into his and feeling his arms wrap protectively around me. “How… did you do… that?” I gasped, giggling as he kissed tears of ecstasy off my cheeks. My fingers laced with his on my belly, and I rubbed up against his cock, wet precum definitely smearing along the small of my back.

“I’m good with my hands, remember?” he teased, walking his fingers up my torso until they were enticingly dangling in front of my lips. 

I tipped my head back on his shoulder and laughed as I tried to catch my breath. My eyes followed his gaze in the mirror, seductively admiring the sight of me naked, sweaty, and writhing against him. 

“Now clean up this mess you made before I split you apart this time.” He offered his fingers, brushing them against my lower lip and coating it with my own slick.

I swirled my tongue around his middle digit and suckled it inside the wet cavern of my mouth. I swallowed the sweet tang of my release and wrapped my lips around him tightly, mimicking what I’d do to his cock if it wasn’t inconveniently positioned behind me. He was way too far gone already to last that kind of torture by now anyways. I could feel him slotted between my cheeks, pounding and anxiously waiting for his turn to feel bliss. 

Slowly, I sat forward, lifting my hips and teasing him with either side of my ass. He grunted, tipping his head down to watch himself slide slickly between me. I popped off his fingers lewdly and his hand immediately captured my hip bone, starting to maneuver my center to his liking. “Want me to ride you, Captain? Just like this? Now that I’m all soaked and ready for your cock?” I teased devilishly, dragging my nails up his thighs and grinning wickedly at him in the mirror.

“Oh yeah, I do. Mesh’la, I want to fuck you so bad and watch you bounce on me… so fucking hot,” Rex rasped, his gravelly tone dropping harshly as his lust overtook him. Deep moans spread through his chest as his hands explored what he could only see through our reflections. He pressed my tits together roughly, kneading them in both his strong hands as I twisted my bottom half against his rock-hard cock.

“You want this pussy, Captain?” I mocked, lifting my hips up just enough to slide his cock between my drenched lips explicitly. He moaned my name in confirmation and his hands gripped at the plush of my hips to move me faster. “Then come and take what’s already yours, Rex,” I offered, slowing my rolling hips as his tip neared my entrance. “Show me why you own me.”

In seconds, Rex thrust himself inside, pushing my swollen walls apart again with a loud shout. I threw my head back and my jaw dropped, the width of his throbbing cock beating against the aching knot in my core with deliciously painful satisfaction. He could reach exactly where the burning desire took root every single time, without fail. I flailed wildly for something to hold onto and found purchase again on the tops of his muscular thighs. We sat pressed together for what felt like forever, neither one of us strong enough to begin any semblance of a rhythm when being sealed together so tightly already felt this good.

Rex rolled his hips up first, his cock bottoming out easily inside the space that was quickly becoming too small to contain him. Every bump of his tip against my deepest spot made me squeal in pleasure. He snickered tauntingly, knowing full well how easy it was for him to bring me to another high just by pressing himself into me this deeply. “That’s the spot, mesh’la, I know it is. Just fucked you apart once and you’re still so fucking tight. You needed my cock. Is that it? I can reach where no one else can. That’s why you’re all mine.” 

“Yes, Rex. You’re right there, right where I want you. Where it hurts. Where I need you to fuck until it feels better. Please,” I begged, lifting my hips and rotating them as I started grinding down on him desperately. “Your cock… it's all I ever want. Rex!” I could feel his fingers starting to circle my clit again, still sensitive from being played with so mercilessly once already. Pressure mounted in between my thighs and heat swelled through every part of my body all over again.

Rex helped guide my hips on him at the speed he liked, and he watched himself disappear inside me in the mirror with every bounce on his cock. “I could fuck you like this forever. Till the end of my fucking days. I want to watch you drain my fucking cock, mesh’la. Look so good taking all of me… feel s-so good. I want to fill you full of me. Bouncing this perfect ass on me while you take every inch of me…” He leaned back and rested on his forearms to get a better look, slapping my right cheek roughly every time I slid up to the tip.

“Whenever you want, Captain. You can have all of me. Always. Fuck… Rex… fuck me. I want to cum again on your cock,” I pleaded, tossing my hair behind me and feeling him twirl it into the grip of his left hand. I rode him faster, the length of him spearing into my spot in a blinding hot mix of pleasure and pain. I moaned loudly, the echoes of his name filling the cavern and rippling the calm surface of the hot spring. Skin slapping skin lewdly filled my ears and Rex’s low moans of pleasure spurred me on faster. 

His breathing became harsher and harsher, his sworn words of pleasure hitching in his throat as higher-pitched whines took their place. I didn’t relent, feeling his circles on my clit speed up as the tingling of my nerves blended with the tightly wound knot simmering in my belly. 

His cock jumped and he sat up on instinct, clutching me to him and seating me firmly into his lap as he felt white hot pleasure bubbling up within him. “Oh fuck–mesh’la… I’m gonna cum. I want to fill you so deep and watch it spill out… leak out that pretty pussy. Make a mess of my perfect dirty girl. Fuck... fuck cum on my cock… cum with me, my love… fuuuck–” he rambled, kissing up my neck and groaning deeply in my ear, the reflection of his dark eyes meeting mine.

His twisting circles on my clit sped up tenfold to catch me up, and I gasped feeling the pleasure ignite inside my core. I reached behind me to grip him by the hair and pulled tightly as he rocketed my nerves over the edge into overstimulation. I could do nothing but bite my lip to hold back the scream as my second orgasm exploded into stardust that radiated through my body. My walls pulsed around him at the same time he sent ropes of wet heat erupting into the deepest depths of my belly. I gripped his throbbing cock in the vice of my walls and held on tight as we both writhed in unison.

“Rex… Rex… Rex… Reeex–” I sputtered as pleasure seemed to take turns making its way through both of our bodies. His cock throbbed over and over, pass after pass filling up the emptiness inside more than there could ever be space to contain. My grip on him wouldn’t lessen as the fantastic high swirled through the blood in my veins, finally extinguishing the torturous hormone-crazed lust in my core.

He panted in my ear, doing his best to keep it going as we both toppled down from an overwhelming high. “I’m here, mesh’la. Fuck… I’ve got you.” He relaxed and dropped his thighs open, releasing the bind they had on mine and letting me fall open in front of him. I groaned as his cock slid out and the swirling streams of his release spilled out like a slow leak from my still-spasming hole. It dripped to the floor below and made his eyes roll back in his head as he watched it continue to coat the inside of my folds.

“See? That’s… all yours… baby. Always yours to fill like this whenever you want,” I whimpered through my blissed-out haze, feeling it spill onto my inner thighs. 

“You’re so fucking… filthy. Gods, I fucking love you. I love you,” he said incredulously, kissing up my neck, along my jaw, and across my cheeks until he reached my lips. “You’ve gotta feel better now, darling, because… clearly… I’m spent… you milked me dry, gorgeous.”

I hummed happily, melting into his grasp and holding his hands now wrapping around my waist. “I’m better now. So much better.” I tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder and nuzzled my face into his neck. He tenderly spread his fingers on the swell of my little bump, perhaps trying to feel for any more flutters. “Maybe now I can finally sleep.”

Before I knew it, I was being cleaned with a washcloth and scooped into his arms while I faded on the edge of consciousness. For the first time in ages, my body felt calm and boneless, my every nerve ending satisfied. He relaxed me the best way he knew how, and I was so at ease I could finally close my eyes and settle beside him in bed.

The sheets were soft and cool compared to the muggy spa room, and the smell of Rex’s clean, woodsy scent flooded my nose. He curled me into his side, both his arms hugging me into him protectively. 

It felt like all of us could finally rest for the first time in weeks, knowing we were in a safe place surrounded by more free brothers than Rex and I had seen in a long time. We were all on the same side–all of us committing to fighting for something better for the clones, for Ryloth, and for family.

I spent the next few minutes relishing in the sweet, peaceful sounds of nature of Ryloth’s night. Plants rustled in the breeze just outside a window-shaped opening in the cavern walls and nocturnal creatures sang to each other as they thrived when the rest of the planet slept. Rex’s breathing soon steadied beneath my cheek, and I drifted off shortly after, falling impossibly deeper in love with him to the sound of his breathing.

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Notes: hi there :) it's been awhile. the last few chapters have been tough and emotional, even on me to write. so i figured what better way to give us all a break than to let our faves get some. ps that includes some bonus works coming soon for both wolffe and gregor's sexcapades during this chapter ;) a big massive wonderful special thank you to erin for being the best beta reader and friend ever

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🤍 Nurse of the 501st — Taken (pt. 1)

Pairing: Captain Rex x FemaleNurse!Reader (ft. the 501st) Word Count: 3.4k T/W: nothing A/N: separate mission from the last!

After a successful mission, a bounty hunter captures reader.

Preface / Injured / 79's / Orphanage / Suit Up / Taken pt.1

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

The dirt was thin and rose in clouds of dust when your heels pulled up from the ground as you walked along the narrow path. You loosely held onto your medical bag, which was strapped to hang across your body comfortably, only occasionally glancing left and right at a rogue branch snapping.

Surrounded by the 501st, you felt confident that you were safe, especially placed between Echo and Hardcase; Kix was just one clone behind you and Rex one ahead. Rex had formed a habit of routinely looking back to make sure you weren’t getting too tired. Regardless of the fact that he was probably just being overly concerned, it didn't fail to make you smile, every time he looked over his shoulder and you met those jaig eyes.

Finally coming up to the end of the ravine you’d all been trudging through, you knew the ship was close, now it was just getting out of the ravine. You watched Rex halt the company, clones gathering together out of line since there was no need for a single file any longer. Staring up at the dirt-packed walls you had some doubt regarding your exit plan, glancing over to Rex who was beside you, he was too busy observing the terrain to glance down and meet your gaze. Just as you were about to ask him what he had planned, suddenly Rex took two paces back and headed towards the wall with some speed, in one jump he had reached the edge of the ravine. Pulling himself up with his own body strength, and easily lifting a leg over the edge, he was now standing on the planet’s surface. Giving a subtle wave to remain where you were, he disappeared.

“Show off,” Echo chuckled at his captain, crossing his arms.

Between the two domino twins, you quirked your lips, uncertain of how exactly you were going to get out. You hadn’t exactly been through the rigorous physical training they’d all been through on Kamino.

“I’m betting you could make that,” Fives whispered to you, leaning over as subtly as he could.

Perking up, you were happy someone had faith in you, “r-really, you think?”

“Yeah,” Fives nodded enthusiastically, as you smiled, nodding more confidently and taking some paces forwards. Turning to Echo, Fives nudged him, “Hey, you wanna bet on something?”

“Okay, now remember we don’t want to patch up any broken limbs just because you wouldn’t accept help from a brother,” Kix declared loudly, oblivious to the fact that you were already trying to toss your medical bag up to the ledge before taking a few paces back yourself, “when Captain Rex comes back we’ll just hoist each other up until we have a running assembly line-“

Kix noticed his brothers all staring past him in eager amusement, completely ignoring everything he was saying for something far more interesting than him. Kix turned to see you taking a deep breath with a determined look in your eyes, having finally succeeded in throwing your medical bag up first. Rubbing your hands together, you got a running start before pushing off the ground.

“Why do I even bother,” Kix rolled his eyes, giving up and watching your attempt with the rest of the clones.

There were a few cheers encouraging you on coming from the rest of the 501st that made you smile. Feet pressing hard against the floor you pushed off. Confident for only a moment, you felt your fingertips grip the dirt ledge, just like Rex had, until it began swiftly crumbling beneath your hand.

“Oh no,” you said only loud enough for yourself to hear, feeling your feet begin to slip backwards. Prepared for a roar of laughter and a face full of dusty dirt, you closed your eyes and winced preemptively. Instead of meeting the hard surface and dust filling your lungs, you felt a strong hand clasp around your wrist, keeping you from falling. Opening one eye, you looked up to see that Rex had returned to the edge just in time. Exhaling out of gratitude, you half smiled and he slowly shook his head; you reached your other hand up which he instinctively took. You’d never known Rex to let you fall, and that was going to change anytime soon.

“Hey wait, that’s cheati—“

Fives and Echo simultaneously elbowed their fellow trooper, smirking to themselves under their helmets as they watched Rex carefully pull you up.

“You know, as a medic you really should be more careful,” Rex said in a sigh, an undertone of anxiety coming through, “if we don’t have you, who’s going to keep us alive and operational?”

“I am still a senior medic you know,” Kix chimed in, but went ignored as he was being helped by other members up to the ledge.

“Well, you know- just glad it was another successful mission, Captain,” you felt Rex’s hand carefully close around yours.

“Only with some help do we get things accomplished,” he tilted his head once you were standing in front of him.

“Good thing we make such a good pair then,” you spoke in a softened tone, enjoying the way he was holding your hand for far too long according to protocol.

“All in a day with the 501st,” Rex dipped his chin, lowering his helmet closer to you, before noticing other troopers arriving on the planet’s surface, to which he pulled back from you.

“I’ll see you on the transport, Captain,” you saluted him with two fingers and winked, before walking off to fall in line alongside Kix who had his hands on his hips ready to scold you like a big brother the moment you were close enough.

Chuckling under his helmet, Rex helped the rest of his squad up and out of the ravine with a little less tenderness and certainly less invited proximity. The ship was within easy walking distance, and the side door was open. You made it back in time to see General Skywalker, who had returned from the opposite side of the planet, taking off with Ahsoka at his side, she gave you a friendly wave as they flew overhead. Stepping onto the ship, you reached up for the stabilizers along with the rest of the clones who were waiting. Looking out the door, you could see Rex making his way at the back of the line, always keeping a watch on his squad.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, hands going to touch either side of your hips, looking for a distinct object that was absent.

“What is it?” Fives asked, concerned as well as confused.

“I forgot my medic bag,” you groaned, knowing you should be more aware of it.

“Can I get it for you?” Echo offered, gesturing outside the transport as he was just about to step onto the transport himself.

“No, no, it’s okay, I bet I just left it at the edge of the ravine when I threw it before Rex came to help,” you said casually, thinking nothing of it, despite the other clones’ smiles, “I’ll be right back.”

“She can’t stay away from him,” Fives chuckled under his breath, really only loud enough for Echo to catch.

Stepping off the carrier, you jogged past Rex. Naturally, his gaze immediately followed you, wondering where on earth you could be going when he’d just sent you off in the opposite direction, but he made the connection seeing the bag you were headed towards. He also saw what you didn’t: two glowing red eyes.

“Wait, stop!” Rex yelled voice tinted with static as it came through his helmet.

“What’s wrong?” you called back in response, immediately stopping when you straightened up from bending to get the bag; staying exactly where you were, technically following the order, although it wasn’t helpful at the moment, as it was too late.

Rex knew he didn’t have time to explain, so he began sprinting towards you. Immediately you felt an unfamiliar tightness around your waist, enough to cause you to drop your bag out of shock.

“Time to go little missy,” a hazy voice with a deep rattle told you from over your shoulder.

“Hey! Let go of me!” you yelled, punching the arm that was strongly around your midsection, it wasn’t human, that was for sure, as their thin blue fingers dug into your side.

Your yell caused Rex to pick up the pace, seeing you get lifted up off your feet with one swift action, and not so gently was enough to make him furious.

“Rex!” You screamed, heart, pounding in your chest, you didn’t know what was going on, or why someone would target you, but it was obvious they were determined. The last thing you were expecting was to be hoisted over their shoulder; looking down you saw jet boots activated and suddenly you were airborne. Returning your gaze to Rex, you reached out your hand, hoping somehow the gap between you and him would disappear when you did; you reached out to the force hoping it’d reveal itself to you and pull you together, but the distance only seemed to get wider, “Rex!”

“Drop her!” Rex commanded unholstering his pistols, but the being just kept heading for the platform speeder with you in tow, under hot pursuit from a captain of the republic, they didn’t sound too happy, complaining about how no one was meant to see them take you. And they were right, if you hadn’t meant anything to Rex, they could’ve snagged you easy.

Shots were fired, but you didn’t even bother to duck, knowing Rex would never hit you, not even by an accident. It was only when your captor brought out their pistol that you shielded your head with your arms, uncertain of their intentions. Suddenly you were being thrown onto a speeder’s platform, the cold metal meeting your body with an impact that was less than pleasant. You tried to get up to run, but a flighty droid clamped a collar around your neck and hit a trigger button, electrocuting you into a stunned state, resulting in another thud against the metal beneath you.

“So sorry, but you really should behave,” its silvery little voice spoke as it got comfortable in the passenger’s seat.

Knitting your eyebrows together as your body processed the wave of pain, you winced, “Rex…”

The speeder took off and there was no sign of you. Rex was left in the rising dust, pistols in both hands with Echo and Fives catching up to him in short breaths; all three were silent, staring in the same direction. Echo and Fives exchanged glances. They’d seen it all, as soon as Rex yelled ‘stop’ they’d turned around. Unsure of what to say, they came to attention when Rex turned around. Clear that their captain was about to speak, Echo noticed his gaze shift to what was in Echo’s hands. It was your medical bag, with custom colours and patches that you had been given by some of the guys as well as Ahsoka.

“Get that transport in the air, we need to see if we can spot them from the sky,” Rex pointed to the ship.

“Yes, sir,” they chimed in time together, following him back to the transport.

In a matter of hastened moments, the transport was up in the air, Rex practically hanging out the open door, trying to spot you on the ground. Although he didn’t find you, an oddly familiar ship was grounded. He’d seen it before on Coruscant. Taking a closer look through his scope, he saw a lifeform on the ramp of the cargo bay, lingering in the shadows. Fives and Echo had specs in hand and came across it in seconds too.

“What is that slug doing here?” Fives remarked.

“He couldn’t have landed but a few hours ago, we were just there,” Echo brought to attention.

Rex stayed quiet, thinking deeply to himself of all the possible connections. One of which was confirmed when the speeder you’d been thrown onto arrived in short order. The wide-brimmed hat of your captor could be spotted a mile away.

“There she is,” Rex pointed, voice commanding but surprisingly calm despite how fast his heart was racing. At the sight of you being pulled up and pushed around, he wanted to jump out right then and there, but he knew exactly how little help that’d be, since he wasn’t a Jedi, “put it down as quickly as you can!” Rex yelled to the pilot who began banking around.

On the ground, you woke out of your stunned phase to find binders around your hands, the collar still tight at your throat, and a blindfold around your eyes. Meanwhile, the lanky blue captor brought you up to your feet, walking you forwards with a hand firmly on the connection of your cuffs. It was pointless resisting, so you did your best to keep up with his long strides since you couldn’t see what was in front of you.

“Apologies from my Master, but the sunlight disagrees with him, I will be taking over the exchange from here,” a translator droid’s voice buzzed.

“Fine by me,” the bounty hunter tugged on your arm apathetically, bringing you forward.

“Ahh, the prize,” the translator hummed, “hmm, I thought it’d be less human from your description.”

“Doesn’t matter,” the bounty hunter snapped, “I got the girl, I want my credits, and make it triple, I had a little run-in with a republic captain.”

“What?” the droid’s voice startled, “who- why? My master requested that it be kept undercover.”

The bounty hunter rolled his eyes, silence filled the space, so you tried your best, not knowing who you were even talking to or if you were facing their direction.

“His name is Rex and he’ll be looking for me, I promise you that. He’ll tell the Jedi and-”

A shock came through your body again, not as hard as the first one, but still enough to sting, weakening you.

“Ah-ah, that’s enough out of you,” the little silvery voiced droid shook the control at you warningly, even though you were oblivious to it underneath the blindfold.

“Look, you want her or not?” the bounty hunter finally sighed, getting bored with the situation.

“Yes, yes, I believe that my master will still be very pleased,” the droid confirmed.

The exchange took place rather seamlessly, and you were handed over, collar and all to the droid. Fortunately, you also heard the familiar sound of a landing republic assault transport. Heart rising you hoped to be unblindfolded soon and met with those jaig eyes, but fate had otherwise. You were walked along by the droid and shoved into a seat roughly, you snapped a “hey!” loudly, tugging away from the metal hand that gripped at you, practically pinching your skin. Blaster fire resounded and you looked around desperately trying to peek out from the blindfold all the whole screaming for Rex, Kix, Echo, anyone, but the bay door closed and the little light that you could see through the cloth was gone. You felt a familiar feeling of the transport being lifted up off the ground, clearly whoever was piloting was trying to make a getaway and fast, though not very smoothly as you were jostled around the bay.

“Owhh, move faster, faster I said,” a whining, nasally voice complained from the controls of the ship, clearly a floor above. You knew it anywhere, you’d heard it in holograms and in the courts back on Coruscant, it was none other than Ziro the Hutt.

———

The bridge was abuzz, Rex had returned wasting no time, requesting an immediate meeting with General Skywalker, Admiral Yularen, and Coruscant- members of the Senate. Yularen did his best to try and quell Rex’s sense of urgency, but to no avail. When General Skywalker came on the bridge he obliged Rex’s request and summoned Coruscant, even though Bail Organa and Padmé were the only ones available. The conversation didn’t last long, Rex explained everything that he saw transpire during your capture. He did it as detached as he possibly could, but there was a part of him that felt he should be out there looking for you right now.

It was silent on the bridge until Padmé was the first to speak up, over hologram her voice was still gentle as she said, “Rex, I’m so sorry.” The first and only one to address Rex personally about the situation.

Admiral Yularen rolled his eyes before closing them, attempting to hold his front of patience, “Captain,” he began, “for all we know it was just-”

“No!” Rex swiftly let his fist meet the surface of the console, his voice firm, but not loud. Shaking his head he was running out of patience, but kept a cool tempter as ever when he looked to meet the faces of his superiors, “I know she was taken by Ziro, I saw it with my own eyes, Sir. Echo and Fives as my witnesses. We need to find her as quickly as possible-“

“Captain, you lose soldiers everyday, this is no different” Yularen began, “perhaps you should put in a request for a new medic.”

“This is different,” Rex countered, “she wasn’t lost, she was taken- she’s alive-“

“Rex,” a voice that instantly halted Rex in his speech chimed in, it was Anakin Skywalker, “may I speak with you alone, please?”

Sighing, worried this was going to be a conversation where Anakin might imparted some Jedi anecdotes of wisdom on him that he didn’t really understand, Rex nodded and followed his general, as he always did. Gripping his helmet tightly between his forearm and side, Rex waited until the bridge doors closed before looking into the face of the familiar Jedi.

“Rex, I’ve never seen you this worked up, and that’s saying something,” Anakin spoke as if he’d never spoken out a heat of passion, which bristled Rex, who’d seen the general disobey direct commands, speak out of line, and generally disregard all becoming conduct, but Rex had to take a deep breath. Anakin wasn’t just a soldier, he was a Jedi, things worked differently between his line of command and the Jedi’s. Anakin would get a slap on the wrist, not court-martialed.

“Sir,” Rex started taking a deep breath, voice calm and sincere, “I know that Ziro took her, I was there, first hand-”

“That’s not what I want to talk about here,” Anakin folded his arms over his chest, half a smirk playing on his lips, which Rex found odd.

Furrowing his brow, a usual look for Rex, he questioned respectfully, “sir?”

Dropping his arms to put one on Rex’s shoulder, Anakin walked a little bit further from the bridge door, not wanting them to hear even by chance. When he stopped, he stood in front of his captain, leaning in and speaking softly, “I’ve seen the way you look at her, better yet I’ve seen the way she looks at you,” he began, having to hold a hand up to silence Rex who tried to immediately interject, “this is more than just refusing to let a soldier be taken, isn’t it?”

Rex wasn’t sure how to answer, it was a bit too personal for his taste, but his instinct told him to answer with the truth; another defeated sigh as he looked down, “…sir.”

“That’s what I thought,” Anakin pulled back, returning to his folded arms position as he now stared at the floor with a consternated look. It was clear Anakin wasn’t mad, otherwise, he’d be lecturing, but he wasn’t exactly impassioned either, otherwise, he’d be taking action.

“General, sir, if anything happens to her…,” Rex started, still in shock that he was expressing his emotions, even in the vaguest of ways, with his general of all things, but if anyone was going to understand he knew it was going to be Anakin.

“I understand, Rex,” Anakin filled the space, both of them knowing, “I’ll talk to the council myself and figure out a way for the Coruscant guard to get a warrant to return her to the capital.”

Rex sighed, he knew how long that might take if any politician was involved, he just hoped it’d be Padmé. If anyone could vouch for you it’d be her.

“I’m doing all that I can Rex,” Anakin admitted, a mild tone of irritation in his voice, but he caught it quickly, knowing the feeling all too well, and placed a hand on his captain’s shoulder, “we’ll find her, I promise, but first we need to get back to Coruscant.”

“Yes, sir,” Rex straightened to attention and nodded.

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[thefact0rygirl]

100 word smut challenge! ✍️

If you get this, you are being challenged to write the best smut you can in 100 words or less.

(Just for fun. Feel free to play or delete if you don’t want to)

ahhhh this was so much fun! please enjoy some rebels!rex watching a recording of you and him from the clone wars 👀

Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

18+ under the cut (penetrative sex, consensual recording)

It's the way your eyes shoot up to look directly into the camera as he continues. The grip on his cock tightens as he focuses on the recording like it's his first time seeing it.

“That’s right. Look at me, wanna see your eyes go wide…There you go, relax baby — oh f-ffuck — you’re doing so well for me.”

He watches your hands go up in to hold his forearms as he lets out a desperate moan.

Rex misses a lot about his old life, but you’re different. Missing isn’t the right word, it’s an ache. A fever that never goes down. He can feel his heart growing heavier, the weight of reality settling in as quickly as his approaching orgasm. 

#captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex drabble #captain rex fanfic #is this maybe a preview of kinktober? #i dunno you tell me #vee answers #anon

[clonesuperiority]

I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀

I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?

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