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deejadabbles · 11 months

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the mistake you can't live without (Rex x Reader)

Summary: After spending hours by your side in the med bay, Rex decides that maybe mistakes are meant to be made.

Rex x Jedi Reader (gender neutral), angst with happy ending.

A.N: Got inspired by the song The High Road and since Rex seems to be a source of angst for me, it fit perfectly. This is entirely from Rex's POV.

Warnings: Mentions of injury/hospitalization, self deprecation and questioning ones self worth, mentions/implied steamy situations.

The urge to take hold of your hand was eating him alive.

Kix said nothing when he stood guard at your bed side, just gave him a little smile and nod. Kix knew, but the captain couldn't much care right now. Hours passed and the pain in his chest never ceased, if anything it grew, spread like a poison down to his finger tips. And maker did they itch to touch you, as if his skin on yours was the only way to cure that poison.

Instead he focused on the steady rise and fall of your chest, the assurance that you were breathing- something that wasn't so easy to see when he pulled you from that wreckage. You had felt so small and cold in his arms as he screamed for Kix and he didn't think that memory would be going away any time soon.

It should have been him. It was his job, it was what he was made for!

But he knew what your answer to that would have been: that protecting others was what you were made for, the job the force had laid in your arms. It was one of the reasons he admired the Jedi so, their dedication to life, their fierce protection of the innocent and those who relied on them.

He still should have protected you. What good was he if he couldn't? Just another reason he didn't deserve you. Just another reason he held himself back from taking you in his arms.

And force, did he want to take you.

Every time you stood close to him, so close he could feel your warmth seep through the spaces in his armor. Every time you smiled at him, that smile that made his heart skip around like some child playing in the park. Every time your hand grazed his shoulder, the touch that set his skin on fire in the most delightful way.

Every time you spoke to him in that intimate tone, told him how proud you were to fight beside him, told him he was worth more than he knew, told him you would always be there for him.

He didn't know his heart could soar and shatter at the same time until he met you.

Rex jumped when Kix tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned he had a tray of food shoved onto his lap and Rex looked up at the medic in bewilderment.

Kix winked, "Knew you wouldn't leave the General's side, so I had Echo bring up some food from the mess."

The captain let out a long breath. Maybe he'd been holding it the whole time. He hadn't even realized how many hours had passed of him just sitting there with his eyes on your breathing.

"Thanks," he said and briefly thought about giving him a grateful smile, but realized it would probably just be a grimace.

He forced himself to swallow a few bites, again because he knew what you would say. You would tell him he needed his strength, then when he still resisted you would narrow your eyes and turn it around on him. Tell him he owed it to his men to stay strong and healthy. And you'd be right. You were almost always right.

His eyes couldn't stay away from you though, not even here. He always found it hard not to look at you when you were in the room. As if his gaze could never get its fill of you, as if trying to burn your visage into his mind.

And what a visage you were. That effortless aura of power and control, but still somehow so soft at the edges. Soft enough to laugh when Fives and Hardcase were at it again, soft enough to smile at Echo when he sassed his brothers, soft enough to ask a 'stick in the mud' captain to join the fun.

He always told himself to look away. You didn't deserve to be ogled, didn't deserve to feel his eyes running over every feature that he adored.

Rex was starting to realize that everything he did around you was a mistake. His feelings were a mistake. Even if there was ever a chance that you wouldn't recoil at his feelings, you were a Jedi. Even on the slim chance that you felt the same, you could never love him back.

That didn't stop him from letting little things slide, small acts slip through. His hand brushing yours. Eyes lingering even after you catch him staring. Leaning in just a hair closer than needed. Smiling at nothing more than you being near.

Whispering for you to stay with him between calls for a medic.

Every slip-up big or small was something he should regret.

When had he gotten so comfortable making mistakes? He had never allowed for such sloppy behavior before, he prided himself on his control and meticulous nature. It would seem as though he started to let mistakes slide, so long as they were tied to his feelings for you.

Rex wondered if you even noticed. He wondered if he wanted you to notice. If he ever made you uncomfortable he would never forgive himself. But, as far as he could tell, you were never uncomfortable with him. You always lifted your fingers towards his brushing hand, smiled at his lingering gaze, leaned in to match his closer than needed posture.

Maybe...

He closed his eyes and sighed. This was no time to think about that. Besides, none of that mattered. You were a Jedi. Anything that could ever be between you two would always be a mistake.

Again, Rex had lost track of time. Tup cleared his throat right behind him and only then did he take turn from you again.

"Sorry, Captain, but General Skywalker wants to see you. The Jedi council wants your personal report on what happened."

Rex saw the way his eyes flickered to you, the guilt that flashed across his face for just a moment. Tup had been one of the ones you saved with the force, one of the troopers you had pushed to safety as the building caved in. Tup, Fives, and himself. Just another day in the field, another time they owed their lives to you.

His body felt like it was made if durasteel as he rose. As much as he wanted to stay, wanted to be there when you finally woke up, duty came first.

And that's who he was. Duty. It always had to come first. You knew that, so both of you knew that any feelings between you two didn't matter in the end.

Duty came first, and anything else would be a mistake.

Rex hadn't been by your side when you woke. Anakin had ordered him to get some sleep the moment he was done debriefing the council. There were only a few times that he had wanted to defy orders, and that was one of them. In the end though, he knew his general was right, and of course, just like his eating, he knew you'd insist on it too.

Not that much sleep came to him. Every time he closed his eyes he saw your body in the midst of that rubble. Blood covered and as still as a corpse. Rex had seen too many of his brothers like that to not fear the worst as they dug you out.

He laid awake with nothing but his thoughts and in the end fate had kicked him again; he hadn't been there when you woke. Kix insisted that you were fine, well on the mend, nothing a few hours in a bacta tank couldn't solve.

Rex had to ignore the ringing in his ears as you explained that you managed to mitigate the worst of the impact with the force, cocooning yourself with it until the sheer weight was too much.

All in all, you were fine. All things considered it had turned out better than anyone could have hoped.

That didn't stop Rex from collapsing in the first dark hallway he found. His stomach heaving up bile in place of the food that wasn't there. He had kept such a tight hold on his grief and worry that, when it was rapidly replaced with relief, his body couldn't take it anymore.

You were okay! You were safe! You were alive!

His eyes watered when the dry heaving reached its peak, but he was able to get his breathing under control eventually.

How could relief cause such an effect on his body, even when it was relief over you? He pressed his forehead to the wall, the cool durasteel soothing him. Maybe he just need sleep, or food, or both. Maybe it was all just a combination that made his composure snap.

In the end all that mattered was that you were okay. He could live with himself so long as he knew that you hadn't died because of his mistakes. And of course, all he told you was that he was glad you were safe, because anything more would be an even bigger mistake.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed that fate, or the force, or some maker who hated him had other plans.

He had been in the gym, practicing his forms when the news came. Dressed in nothing but shorts and a black top, he had already worked up quite a sweat when Kix and Jesse wandered in. They were also dressed in training clothes and Kix was wearing an amused smirk as he talked.

Usually he wouldn't pay them any mind, but Rex paused when he heard your name and 'injury' in the same sentence. Wheeling around in an instant he called out, marching towards the men and all but demanding to hear what they had just said.

Kix straightened up, seeming taken aback for a moment, "Uh, was just joking that I should have a frequent visitor program, the General was in for another injury just now."

"What!?"

Kix and Jesse shared a quick look before Kix mentioned that you were in your quarters resting and- and Rex didn't know what else he had said because he was out the door in an instant.

Perhaps he looked like a mad man as he ran down the halls, but that was the furthest from his mind. It hadn't even been a week since you fully healed from getting near crushed to death and you were injured again? He didn't think he heart could take this, this constant cycle of aching worry and blinding relief. Especially since he knew that someday, that relief may never come.

He bypassed the keypad by your door all together, electing to pound his fist against the durasteel instead. If it wasn't locked he would have opened it without a word.

A call of your name died in his throat as the door hissed open, your eye wide the second they met his.

"Rex, what-!"

"Are you okay?" he closed the small distance between you two in an instant and the door slid shut behind him, "Kix said you were hurt again, I- what happened?" his hands were hovering over your arms, needing to touch, to hold, but afraid of hurting more. "Was it your last injuries? Were there complications-"

You held up your hands, shushing him gently, "Rex, Rex, I'm fine. I was training with Anakin and Obi-wan, and Obi just managed to nick my hand." You waved the bandaged palm, "Bacta patch is taking care of it as we speak."

Without thinking, he took your hand in his, gazing at the wrapping as he felt that blinding relief again. Just a scratch, just a little burn, it was nothing. So why did he feel so sick again? His fingers were stroking your palm an effort to ground his reeling thoughts as he felt the urge to tuck it against his chest.

He flinched when he felt your other hand brush his cheek

"Rex, you're shaking." It was a whisper, as intimate as the closeness of your bodies. "What's wrong?

He finally broke his gaze away from your injured palm to meet your eyes. What a mistake. Those eyes were so full of worry, a silent plea to confide in you, to let you in. You were right, he was shaking, and his heart was pounding in his chest violently. He should be calming down now, now that he knew it was nothing, that you were fine, that you were safe.

Instead, all he wanted to do was envelop you in his arms and beg you to never worry him again. Wanted to bury his face in your neck and tell you every little want and need in his heart.

The hand that was clasped in his started stroking his knuckles. "Rex, pleas-"

"I can't do this any more," he whispered, before dropping your hand, cupping your face, and pulling your lips hard against his.

He knew he shouldn't, knew it was a mistake, but he just couldn't take it, not now, not anymore! The hands holding your cheeks must have been rough against your soft skin, because he heard you moan into his mouth.

It was only then that Rex pull back, ashamed, " 'm sorry," he whispered as he began to step away, "I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry."

But your hands gripped his shirt tight, yanked him back against you.

"Don't you dare," your words were breathless as you cupped the back of his neck, "don't you dare stop kissing me, Captain," and your lips were back on his, all passion and desperate desire. Just as his had been.

It was his turn to moan into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, making sure every centimeter of your bodies were pressed against each other. All he could think of was the way you moved against him, the way one hand slid down to grip his arm while the other moved to grip what little length his hair had.

But it didn't take long for reason to seep in.

When you pulled back for air his mind cleared just long enough for him to say, "We shouldn't, we shouldn't be doing this."

"Why?" was your only panting response.

He shook his head, and since he couldn't bare that look in your eyes, he closed his and pressed his forehead to yours. "I have no right. No right to impose my feelings on you, you're a Jedi-"

"I don't care," that was practically a growl as pulled back, making him look you in the eyes again. "I don't give a damn anymore. Rex, I love you, and now that I know you feel the same, I don't care what the Jedi say." You moved then, pressing his back against the cold metal of the wall. Then, placing a hand over his heart you said, "This can't possibly be wrong, Rex, I know it, I feel it." Next your hands were cupping his face, just as his had done when he first pulled you in. "Rex, do you want me?"

His answer was quick, as easy as breathing. "More than anything."

"Then don't stop kissing me."

He was a man who followed orders, and said nothing else as he leaned into your waiting lips. He wasn't holding back this time. The captain relished the whimper you let out when his tongue slipped passed your lips, eating it up, wanting more.

If you didn't care, then he couldn't find it in him to care either, not now, not here with all his dreams coming true. Mistake or not, it was yours and his to make, here, now, together.

Your robe found its way to the floor when he started backing you up towards your bed. He would spend hours giving you the worshiping attention you deserved, devote night after night to fulfilling any desire you wanted. If this was still a mistake, if he was a mistake, than damn it, he would make damn sure he was a worth while one.

Anything you wanted was yours, he swore it. Anything that was in his power to give was yours for the taking. He would make himself the mistake you couldn't live without.

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toomanybandstocare · 11 months

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{Naboo Sunset}

Program: When Padmé sends word to you that Rex will be on an extended leave this time, you make sure that he'll enjoy his well deserved rest with no worries. Even with General Skywalker in on your plan, no one could have foreseen how Rex would react to your affection. Naboo will always be where the two of you point as the start of your lives as riduurs.

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 2636w

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Prompt: Sunset

Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, Petnames (usual Mando'a ones), Alcohol (not to the point of getting drunk)

Counselor Notes: Well this took a turn I didn't see coming! Thank you @ghostofskywalkerfor the idea of a sunset date with Rex <3 For the @clonexreaderbingo.

“So, just to make sure I understand correctly,” Rex slowly voices his concern as he walks off the Twilight with Skywalker, “Senator Amidala requested extra security for the Senate gathering that Naboo is hosting, and the GAR only sent the two of us”. After working with the general for most of his military career, Rex is wary when it comes to any mission with the jedi. His concern only grows when he knows the general is hiding something from him. Rex scans the royal hanger with his eyes, and his suspicions heighten when he realizes their ship is the only one not from this planet.

“No,” Anakin drags out. “But we are here by special request. That part isn’t a lie”.

Rex rolls his eyes and sighs, “Then why are we here, sir?”

The two men reach the main entrance where the guard lets them into the palace with no questions asked. Rex’s eyebrow raises at the lack of protocol. His heart quickens as they walk through the bright palace halls. Normally, Rex can push aside the insecurity that comes with feeling like an outsider, but the grandeur of the royal halls and the luxurious outfits that its inhabitants wear cause him to sink into himself slightly. Finding comfort in the plastoid armor that his brothers wear alongside him even systems away.

Anakin looks at the captain out of the corner of his eyes for a moment, taking note of his stiff posture. He focuses on his gaze in front of them, but he then bears off to a side corridor. He leads Rex to a hidden staircase and explains, “The 501st has been granted an extended leave after our last success”.

Rex’s eyebrows furrow, “Then why are we on Naboo?” He’s careful to keep his voice calm so as to not betray the growing hope that’s overcoming him. The last rays of early evening bleed into a vibrant sunset over the lake from the open archways that line the outer wall.

“I may, or may not, have lied about the Senator requesting you to be here,” Skywalker sheepishly admits. “That doesn’t mean someone else didn’t request your presence, though”.

Reaching the top of the stairwell, Skywalker steps to the side and opens the door for Rex. His signature smirk appears on his face, and Rex thinks this is finally the moment he’ll strangle the general for everything he's been put through. Fully ready to voice his intent, Rex’s body freezes at the sight of you sitting at a table for two on the palace’s terrace.

Dressed in a summer evening outfit, you look at your partner in amusement as he can’t take his eyes off you. His expression of disbelief makes you lightly chuckle. Warmth blankets around you as the sun kisses your skin causing butterflies to tickle your stomach.

“I’ll leave you two to it. We’ll have a few weeks here, Rex, so try to actually relax on your time off,” Skywalker quietly dismisses himself. Before he completely moves away, he nods at you in gratitude.

You smile lightly at the general, and you focus your gaze on Rex. “Care to join me? It’d be a shame to let this go to waste,” you say and motion to the table full of fruit, cheese, and bread. A jug of water sits on the side of the table with a bottle of wine in a chiller stand.

Rex can’t breathe as he takes in this moment. Memorizing it to hold close for the rest of his life, his heart swells to the point where he swears he's going to break. “How,” Rex tries to find his voice as he walks towards you, “How did you plan this?”

You reach your hands out to him and grasp his gloved hands. Rubbing your thumbs over his knuckles, you explain, “I had some help. Padmé learned about it through her husband, and she sent me a message. Offered to let us have a vacation away from prying eyes”. You look up at him from your seat and flutter your eyelashes. The soft smile on your face growing as Rex looks down at you in adoration. A flush warms your cheeks when he takes one hand to tilt your chin up towards him. His gentle touch ignites sparks across your skin.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Rex quietly mumbles before placing a kiss to your lips. His hand then cups your jaw to help guide you into a better position to deepen the kiss. His lips move against yours and pride warms his chest when you meet him with equal tenderness. Everything feels as if it comes to a standstill as the two of you reunite and fall into your partner’s embrace.

You rest your free hand on his hip and run your thumb over the new scratches on the worn plastoid. Silently thanking the stars for safely returning Rex to you one more time. Rex pulls away from your lips, and before you can protest, he places a quick peck to your pout. Your heart races from the small act, and you meet his affectionate gaze with a similar look on your face. “I think you’ve voiced the idea one or two times,” you muse, “You did, did however, say we would need all the time in the galaxy to truly express how much you adore me”.

You lightly laugh and let him step away to find his seat across from you, and his laughter soon joins yours. You pour water into both your glasses while you softly inquire. “How would you like to go about your vacation?” When Rex raises an eyebrow as he slips off his gloves, your cheeks flame as your mind begins to wander from the terrace oasis to the luxurious bedroom the two of you will find comfort in soon enough. “We have a gift sitting in front of us. If you want, we could completely ignore the war for a short time. Get lost in our imaginations of what it would be like to spend our lives peacefully hidden away from the galaxy,” you elaborate.

Rex looks at you with a thoughtful expression. His eyes flickering from your ethereal appearance to the beautiful scenery that leads his mind to all the possible afternoon rendez-vous the two of you could find yourselves in before noticing the small quirk of your lips. His chest aches at the care you’ve put into this experience for him, and he leans forward to grasp one of your hands across the table. “That’s a very dangerous idea, cyar’ika,” Rex muses.

“Don’t you flirt with death everyday, love?” you tease and squeeze his hand. “How could a blossoming field of flowers beside a tranquil lake pose more of a threat than a battlefield?”

Rex chuckles and looks up at you from his eyelashes. His amber eyes hold a roguish glint that only grows in intensity at the small shiver that falls over your body. When he responds, he voice drops into a gravelly, hushed tone, “I meant dangerous for you, cy’are. Three weeks tucked away from any distractions where I can finally take my time to love and adore you. Worship you every morning, afternoon, and evening for everyday we live in paradise. You’re offering me too much when it should be me who offers you everything”.

Your breath hitches and the blush rising to your cheeks rivals the sunset’s rich red and orange hues that paint the sky. Heart pounding against its cage, your voice comes out airy: “Whatever you desire, I shall give to you during our time together. As long as you promise that you’ll return to me each time we must part ways”.

Rex feels like he can’t breathe. A wash of guilty pleasure consumes him as you bite down on a strawberry. The glistening juice trails across your lip before your tongue swipes across to collect it. Your lighthearted laugh seemingly brings a brighter glow that Rex didn’t think was possible to the golden beams of sunlight that stream through the hanging flowers. His other hand subtly moves to his utility belt as you turn your head to watch the sun set against the great lake. Rex is thankful that you let him get lost in his thoughts this time, because he wants to do right by you for this change in your relationship.

“I will do everything in my power to come home to you, so we can continue to create memories like these together,” Rex promises. His voice softens into a reverent awe, and as he speaks he unclasps one of his pouches.

“I know,” you softly acknowledge, “I will always count down the days until we reunite, but during those days I will always worry for your well being and safety”. Rex’s hand squeezes yours, and your expression drops. Not daring to look at your lover, you keep your attention to the families and friends who gather by the lake’s shore to begin their summer celebration. Your chest constricts as hugs are shared and shouts of excitement crescendo against the evening’s warm breeze.

Rex ducks his head and sighs. His fingers hesitate when they graze the small box he’s kept safe by his side during his last few deployments. When he steals a glance at you, Rex’s heart all but breaks at the adoration he holds for you. Sitting before him, Rex looks upon his lover who holds him with such care and tender love. Who understands him better than he does. Who goes through every obstacle to stand by his side and support him in a galaxy that causes a fear to fester in the back of his mind. A lover who walks him off the edge when his emotions get the best of him. There’s no one more deserving of his lifetime devotion after everything his cy’are has done for him. Certainly, no one who he could imagine living the rest of his life with.

With a reignited spark of resolve, Rex scoops the small box into his hand and clasps the pouch. “I can’t promise that a worst case scenario will never happen,” Rex quietly begins. When you turn to face him with a worried expression that nearly makes him choke, he takes a deep breath. “However, if there is a way for me to find my way back to you, I will always search for it. There is nothing in this galaxy that could keep me from returning to you. The only exception being death itself”.

Your breathing begins to grow heavy as you listen to Rex’s declaration. A night you hoped would be full of laughter and relaxation now renders you speechless while feeling the weight of his words sink into you. Your heart races as you watch Rex rise to his feet and return to your side once more. “Rex,” you softly question. Only for a quiet gasp to slip past your lips when he drops to one knee now holding your hand with such tenderness as he trails his thumbs across your knuckles.

Rex’s heart pounds against his chest as blood rushes to his ears. An overwhelming mixture of emotions makes him feel dizzy, but he will not let this opportunity pass. “I have never met a person who willingly gives a piece of their heart to whoever may need it. Someone who cares so deeply for their loved ones or people they have only just met, because you believe that everyone deserves to feel cared about. Regardless of if you’ve spent weeks with them or just a few minutes. You offer your heart to anyone and trust them to take care of it just as you would theirs, because you hold hope that the galaxy will rebuild itself into a place where everyone feels at home once more”.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you let out a watery laugh and wipe away the threatening tears, “You better not be doing what I think you’re trying to do. This vacation is supposed to be about you”.

Rex lets out a short laugh of disbelief as he shakes his head. He looks up at you with a beaming smile, “But that’s just it, cy’are. Without you, I am a shell of a man. You have brought so much light and love into my life that I never dared to dream possible. My heart only beats for you, and I want to spend the remaining days of my life by your side”. Rex slides his thumb under the ring box’s lid as his thunderous heartbeat echoes in his ears. “If you will allow me the honor, I would like to care for you with just as much devotion as you have shown me in the time we have already shared together”.

Your eyes soften as Rex opens the ring box to reveal a simple silver band with a small sapphire in the middle. The last rays of light catch on the gemstone to cause it to sparkle in the early evening. “You would be a fool to ever think I wouldn’t say yes,” you weakly laugh and run your thumb under your eyes.

“Then say it,” Rex pleads. His amber eyes shimmer with excitement in the golden sunlight as he waits to hear the words he’s only dreamed of hearing you say. “Please”.

“Yes,” you softly assure him, “I would love to spend the rest of my life by your side”. There was never a doubt in your mind that this would be the man you married when you first met, but as Rex slips the band onto your ring finger, you have never known a love so strong. When you try to convey your feelings, the words can’t come. Only a small whimper falls from your lips and a short laugh. So instead you cup Rex’s face, and you share a passionate kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as you commit this moment to memory.

A chuckle of acknowledgement falls from Rex before he nips at your bottom lip and deepens the kiss. Tilting his head, Rex holds your wrists and thumbs your racing pulse points. Your hum causes his skin to tingle. Finally, Rex feels as if he’s found his place in the galaxy. When your kiss breaks, the two of you still lean into each other's embrace and rest your foreheads together. For a few minutes, the pair of you don’t move away. Only shifting slightly to ghost your lips over over the other in featherlight kisses. Nudging your chin with his nose to make you open your eyes, Rex gently places a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away to stand up.

Instead of sitting across from you like you thought he was doing, your eyebrows raise when he takes his chair and moves it next to yours. “Couldn’t even go a minute without being apart,” you find your voice to tease.

Rex shoots you a look of amusement while reaching over to pick up the bottle of wine from the chiller. “Because you’re any better,” Rex counters and nods to your hand resting on his belt. Now adorn by a silver band that only makes his smile grow at the sight. Twisting the cork free, Rex pours both of you glasses of bubbly and places the bottle back in the chiller. As he sits by your side, he offers you a glass and rests a hand on your thigh. He tilts his glass towards you with his usual charming expression. “May we share as many days together as riduurs as there are stars in the galaxy,” he proposes.

Lightly clinking your glass to his, you beam at Rex. “And may we always find our ways home to one another after any time apart”.

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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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TEMPTATION OF THE UNATTAINABLE | CAPTAIN REX

GIF by kamino-coruscant

Synopsis: You found yourself in the training room on one of your rare days off, not with your lightsaber or the Force but with a blaster. The unfamiliar black, sleek metal was heavy in your hands as if death itself weighed on the trigger. You didn't practice with such a weapon; too barbaric for your tastes, but after a comment Fives made, you wanted to prove him wrong. Blame it on your pride, but you were determined to land a hit on the droids, only, Rex finds you before you can do so.

Warnings: female reader, innuendos, flirting, teasing, fluff. W/C: 1838

Notes: i've had this in my drafts for two months now, i finally finished it and edited it (repost)

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"You know, I'm surprised the great general can't shoot a blaster." You lower the training blaster, looking over your shoulder at Rex entering the training room, his bucket tucked snugly under his arm, still in full armor.

"Can it, Rex," you snap, and he only chuckles in reply. You turn away from him, adjusting your stance as you raise the blaster in steady hands. Anticipating recoil this time, you shoot. It nearly misses the center of the training droid's head, and you sigh.

"You look like you're struggling over there," he comments half-heartedly, leaning against the durasteel wall. You spin on your heels, narrowing your eyes at the infamous captain.

"Rex," you snarl in a warning he does not head but instead strokes your fury with bated breath.

"What? Need some help?" he taunts, and you have half a mind to give him a little push with the Force if it means silencing his snarky attitude that he seems to have only with you. Admittedly, you admire him to a point beyond the relationship of captain and general, but that attitude...you could do without it.

"You know the answer to that." There's that edge in your words, the threat behind them that Rex can't help but stroke. He doesn't know why your bite to every teasing remark riles him as much as it does, but it's addictive the way you push back, makes him feel alive, and he can't get enough of it.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Sadistic piece of shit," you growl, glaring at him.

"Now, that's no way to talk to your captain, especially since you are in such dire need of assistance." Dealing with Anakin's ego is better than this, you think sourly.

"You're an asshole."

"So I've been told."

You huff, rolling your eyes as you stare at his satisfied features. You muster up all the scraps of pride you have left, salvaging what you can before you give in. "Please help me, captain."

His eyes sparkle with pride at his accomplishment. "See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"I hate you," you mutter defeatedly as he approaches you. You feel him behind you so close you can feel his force signature radiating off him like an aura of warmth as he takes his place at your back.

"No, you don't."

Kriff, has his voice always sounded so attractive? It was so smooth and oh-so delightful, you're sure you could never get enough of it.

"May I, general?"

"Just call me by my name, captain, since we're past professionalism at this point," you reply sarcastically, and Rex fights off the temptation to grin, opting for a more teasing tone.

"You as well."

He steps forward, so his armored chest is pressed flush to your back, and the chill from the plastoid seeps into your Jedi robes. You can feel every divot and curve grating against your attire and pushing into your spine, sending an aching pressure through your body.

His gloved hand slides over your waist, and you freeze at the contact, your body stiffening in his firm grasp.

"This okay?" he asks, his tone mixed with mischief? Lust? You couldn't tell. His mouth is close enough to your ear that you can feel his warm breath fanning over the shell of it.

Your mouth dries at his words, and you lick your lips, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "Y-yeah."

Rex takes your breathless voice as a sign to continue, silently relishing his ability to make you stutter because Maker knows how long he's waited for an opportunity or excuse like this to touch you. To render that pretty mouth of yours speechless, even if it's to help with your poor aim.

His foot slides your feet to the side so they are parallel with your shoulders, and your mind wanders to where else he might spread your legs– Focus, you internally reprimand yourself for letting your thoughts descend into something so vulgar and indecent. You're a Jedi, for fucks sake, and even though you've long since abandoned the rule on attachment, it was entirely unprofessional for you to think of your captain this way.

"Knees bent mesh'la," Rex instructs, his breath ghosting over the column of your neck before he pauses, his body growing taut. There are a couple of beats of silence where Rex can feel his heart hammering out of his chest. You don't react, at least not visibly, to the nickname, and he internally grumbles at his slip-up. He doesn't focus on it too much, considering you don't seem to understand the meaning of the word, but he chastises himself for his lack of restraint for letting something as crucial as that slip from his typically tight lips.

You chose not to say anything about his sudden discomfort despite your curiosity but instead concentrate on his nickname. Mesh'la. It ran off his tongue like honey, sweet with a hint of something more. It obviously was Mando'a; as far as you knew, every clone spoke a bit of it. However, you never imagined it would be spoken to you, especially by the man you so readily esteem, so what did it mean?

"Oh, right, sorry," you trip over your words as you bend your knees to his will. You feel Rex's arm leave your waist as he shadows you, enveloping his body impossibly closer to yours. His gloved hand runs over your skin, working out the rifle's position to the target droids. He's focused. You can tell that much by how his hands remain steady and focused like he is in his nature.

It's the familiarity of the weapon, the ease of it, that helps distract Rex from how close he is to you. Every movement he's made in the last five minutes has been driven by the singular purpose of being closer to you, and there was no way in karking hell that Rex would fumble and let this prime opportunity slip away from him. No way in hell.

"Right there, grip it a little tighter, atta girl." You swallow the growing lump in your throat as a shiver runs down the length of your spine at the utter husk in his voice. It's a low, seductive rumble, so chilling yet inviting, as his lips hover a hair's breadth away from your neck, where your pulse is frantically thundering under your skin. You try, you really do, to push out the thoughts of his soft lips caressing your skin in a gentle kiss, peppering your flesh with his devotion. Instead, you feel your face seethe with heat that engulfs your cheeks and rises all the way to the tips of your ears. Shyness is now muddled with arousal, rendering you unable to form a single strand of thoughts to combat your mounting embarrassment. You can almost feel the stupid smug smirk on his lips as his hands tighten their hold on your waist.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Bastard. Stupid bastard knows what he's doing to you, yet his advances won't push past the edge of flirtation. No matter how much his mocking remarks and smug rejoinders irk you, you want him– need him- to take a leap off the edge. It's something you yearn for down to your very being for him to cross that path of no return. Relinquishing your friendship would either be the end of it or the start of something new. The risk was high, it always was, but one of you had to make a choice, walk away or pursue the tension rising like a raging storm through your love-struck heart.

You are desperate from the hope he provides you that all of his teasing amounts to something, that he is not playing with your emotions in a game of his ego. It's not in Rex's nature to be so misleading, which inclines you to believe he does share that same sentiment as you, but what do you know when it comes to romance? Your entire life has been spent in a temple with people who would rather die than form an attachment forbidden by the code. You know nothing about your feelings besides how to hide them.

"Shut it, Rex," you grumble, and he chuckles, the sound gravelly and enticing to your lust-plagued mind. His hand scours over your hips, his deft fingers running over the area in a teasing motion. Yet, for all the concentration you render as a Jedi, it proves fruitless. Rex notices your slight tremble and eases you with a gentle whisper, "don't be so nervous."

How are you not supposed to be nervous when he's flirting with repreive?

"Now, see your target?" You force yourself to nod, not trusting your lips to form intelligible words. He moves slightly to your side, removing his right hand from yours. It appears that he forgoes his teasing for instruction, now focused on what he was initially set out to do, but the way he grasps your hips, pulling them back ever so slightly into his cod-piece, you are inclined to believe otherwise.

"Finger on the trigger," he orders, and your body obeys before you have time to think, waiting for your captain's following directive. "There 'ya go. Whenever you're ready."

There's a second of hesitation while you gather your thoughts before you pull the trigger. Rex is luckily behind you and holds you steady at the minuscule jerk the gun gives off. The blast bolt pierces the target, black scarring around the marred hole made on the bullseye. You look back at Rex to find him already staring at you with a brazen simper, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You did good, sweetheart, for a Jedi." You huff and shake your head, taking a last look at your shot before back at him. His arrogance begins to fade into something genuine, and it's impossible to tear your eyes away from his; to let go of the shift in the Force between you two.

Neither of you cared to address the atmosphere you had created in that short instance, and for right now, you don't wish to sour the mood with the taste of reality. Yet, nothing felt as perfect as staring into those bright amber eyes, reflecting a future you could only crave.

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sinfulsalutations · 9 months

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congrats on the 500 followers!

For the fic prompts, could I please request Rex and #14? 😏💙

Thanks so much and I am looking forward to reading all these!

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ! ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏ ɢʟᴀᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀᴛʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇx ᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴏʟ 😍

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴇx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɪᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ 😭, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴɢ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 515

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Rex only has you for tonight.

He knows this damn well when you’re at 79’s together, watching the time with a vigilant eye. At the point it felt it was becoming too late, that he wouldn’t have the time he needed with you before he had to leave the morning tomorrow, he softly tucked his hair behind your ear and leaned in your ear.

“Let’s go home, cyare.”

Now, he has you on the bed already; you’re desperately stripping off your jacket while he unbuttons the shirt of his uniform, but your lips stay latched onto each other. There’s barely any space to breathe in the space he’s created, and the mere feeling of his bare skin against yours is heavenly once he’s got most of his clothes off.

He meets you on the bed, mouthing against your jaw,

“What do you want me to do, baby?”

You whine, hands crawling up to his back. You dig your nails into his shoulders, grounding yourself as you lift your hips to roll them against his boxers and prominent bulge. He groans softly but remains focused on getting an answer from you.

“How do you want me?”

Moving your head to press your foreheads together, a look of ravished desperation curses your features into a permanent state of helpless lust for your beautiful boyfriend.

“Make sure I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” You say in a firm voice, more steady than anticipated. Rex’s eyes widen, then he lets out a breathless chuckle. For a moment you notice a wrinkle of a smile, but it’s gone before you can surely get a proper look.

“Yeah?” He maunders, voice becoming more desperate with the more time spent just talking. You hum, bring him down for another kiss, and moan into his mouth when you feel how hard he is for you. The soft skin of your thigh acts as his stabilizer, and he grips you tight to him. “Is that what you want, mesh’la?”

You nod again and smile softly.

“Make sure I don’t forget how good you feel,” You tell him. A laugh leaves you, washed in your breathy moan when the hand on your high decides to explore further. Rex flashes you a look of mischief, one you don’t get to see often, as he urges you to open your legs for him and let him run his hands over the fabric of your panties. You’re just able to giggle once more, running the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip. “Not like I would in the first place…”

That’s when Rex laughs with you, a flush of color over his face while he looks at you. He’s so pretty like this, you decide promptly, so exposed all for you and no other, filled with so much need it’s hard for him to simply stand above you without wishing to strip you down and fuck your brains out. It’s something that can be so intimate, so personal and doting even when wrapped in lace of filth and want. Even in this haze, he’s still yours.

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thejediscrolls · 1 year

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Bets

Captain Rex x reader

A bet was made throughout the 501st that their Jedi couldn’t take out the training droids without a lightsaber or the force

Fluff with a little extra fluff

“I think without their use of the force or their lightsabers, they would have a harder time fighting these tin cans.” Hardcase explained as he downed another shot.

“Our commander is more than capable.” Rex leaned back in his seat with a hard look.

“Of course you would say that.” Fives nudged his commander with a knowing look.

Rex glared at his brother, an all telling sign for him to shut up. No one else knew about the relationship between himself and their Jedi. Except for Fives because of the times he stumbled upon them outside of 79’s in the alley way. Now sworn to secrecy Five still likes to make jokes here and there.

“I think our commander would kick ass!” Jesse defended.

“We should make a bet.” Tup suggested as he leaned his elbows onto the table, “Whose in?”

I watched from a few steps away, the loud atmosphere was enough to hide my presence. It was another win for the republic and everyone was here to celebrate. I watched my boys take credits out and place them on the table.

“So… Care to explain what is going on here?” I asked with a chuckle as I finally made my presence known.

“Commander!” Jesse looked surprised, “We were just… Uh?”

I watched as Rex rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink, “You boys started this, might as well tell her.”

It amused me how much he took on the older brother role, but it warmed my heart all the same. I could feel him relax under the light pressure of my touch as I waited for one of the boys to answer.

My gaze briefly trailed across the side of Rex’s face. Almost two weeks has passed since I was able to be this close to him. I couldn’t help the slide of my palm against the shoulder plate of his uniform. I knew it wasn’t truly him. Getting to touch him like that would have to wait until we were alone, but his uniform was apart of him and he wore it proudly.

“It’s nothing!” Hardcase mutter as he scratched the back of his neck.

“The boys are making a bet… Again.” Rex answered for them.

“Hm… Now I’m intrigued.” I hummed and took my seat next to Rex, “What is this bet about?”

“Well commander, half of us think that you wouldn’t be able to last as long as us on the battlefield without your Jedi powers and lightsaber while the other half believes that you can.” Kix explained while nudges and subtle laughter was shared between my squad.

“I’m the other half commander!” Jesse smiled proudly as he rose his hand in the air and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“Thank you Jess.” I smiled gratefully at my friend.

“Kiss up.” Hawk rolled his eyes and the group fell into a fit of laughter.

“Hm… How would this work?” I paced my hand on my chin in mock debate, “Well I don’t have any missions scheduled any time soon so would your training simulators suffice to settle this bet of yours?”

“You would really do it?” Fives asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

I nodded, “Like Jesse, I believe I have pretty decent chance without my Jedi abilities so why not?”

79’s atmosphere was loud, clones taking a break from the war to have a good time. I could hear my squad clearly as they hollered in excitement at my answer. They soon fell into another humorous debate over who was the strongest team member and I had to stop myself from snorting at their displays of masculinity. What warmed my heart the most was being surrounded by my boys as well as the other troopers who survived our recent battle against the separatists.

Thankfully, no more attention was directed to me as the 501st immersed themselves in their celebration. I haven’t been able to see him since we parted ways after the meeting with Ashoka, Anakin, and Obiwan. A sudden burst of relief flowed through me as I once again thanked the force that Rex was alive, still here with me.

I glanced down to the space that Rex left for me, his left arm resting across the back of the booth, allowing me to fit in beside him if I chose to. I smiled softly and took my seat. I could feel his warmth through his armor and it felt like home against my body.

He felt like home…

I leaned into him to gain his attention, “And you, captain?” I tilted my head and waited for Rex to answer.

He glanced at me, “You know my answer commander.” He replied with a knowing smirk that I returned fully.

I turned my head and the two of us fell into a comfortable silence as we watched our family. Echo was currently trying to beat Hardcase in an arm wrestle while Tub was trying to explain how to smooth talk a girl to Jesse while Fox just shook his head at Tub’s so called ‘wisdom’.

It was when I felt Rex’s free hand against my thigh that the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I placed my right hand on top of his, rubbing my thumb against his worn knuckles. He leaned down to my ear.

I felt his hot breath against my skin as he whispered, “Are you ready to go home?” He asked I knew he was clearly referring to his place.

It was just a little apartment given to me by the republic, but it had meant every to me and now to him. A place to call his own… Our own.

I nodded, clearly not trusting myself to answer with his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. I knew that no one in the entire galaxy could make me feel this much love towards anyone the way I did for him. And I had a feeling it was the same for him.

This was going to be a long night…

“Rex?” I whispered his name as I slid my palm across his to hold his hand.

We lied in the comfort of the silk sheets. I bought them during my few days off a couple weeks ago. The moon outside casted a dim light over our covered forms.

Movement underneath my hand brought a smile to my face from the very man that threw all meanings of no attachment out the window. If any of my fellow Jedi would know about what we share… I’d be kicked out of the order and would never be able to fight by Rex’s side again. A dark feeling consumed me at the thought of not being able to protect him. I quickly pushed it away deciding to focus on the now, which included my self being awake while he slept peacefully.

An urge to wake him crept through me. That consuming feeling of missing him even if he was right beside me took over the Jedi urge to subdue my feelings.

“Are you awake?” I whispered into the quiet space only filled with sounds of speeders and ships flying not to far from our window.

“Mm… I am now.” He muttered slowly. His voice was deeper than normal from the sudden use of it after hours of peaceful quiet.

He cleared it to speak more clearly, “What is it cyare?” I could feel him sit up slightly to surround his area and I knew he had his free hand placed on the blaster secured to the side of the bed.

“I missed you.” I said sheepishly suddenly feeling a little guilty for worrying him.

He chuckled lowly, the raspiness in his voice sending my heart clench as he relaxed back into the bed, “I’m right here mesh’la.”

I rolled on top of him, “You know what I mean. I haven’t seen you in weeks and I just...”

“You saw me during a holo call.” He teased and I couldn’t help, but cherish this side of him.

Usually he was very strict only light banter when he was on duty, but here… Just alone with me, he let his relaxed self show.

I slapped his chest lightly, “You know what I mean.”

He lifted his head then to place a light kiss on my lips. I never knew a kiss could make me melt away into utter bliss until I met him, but then again this was Rex. The man could make running a hundred laps in the blistering sun feel good.

“I missed you too.” He spoke softly making my heart beat a hundred times faster.

A blush rose to my cheeks as I nuzzled my nose into his neck, sinking happily into his warmth.

The next words he spoke had me grinning. He didn’t say, will you be nervous? or you can always say no. He said…

“Are you ready to prove my brothers wrong?” He asked.

“I am.” I grinned.

“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, “Do you want to bake some cookies?”

“Rex.” I laughed looking over to our holoclock, “It’s three am.”

I felt his shoulders move, showing me that he shrugged, “You’re the one who woke me up and we didn’t exactly eat dinner earlier. I’m hungry.”

I rolled over him and off the bed, never letting go of his hand,

When the day of the test came, the entire 501st showed up as well as any clone troopers not being drafted that day. The ramps above the training field were filled with cheers and yells as I got through each droid.

“The general is going to make it!” I heard Hardcase distance voice yell.

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I slowed my breathing. The training droids lied on the ground around me, each with a bullet embedded somewhere on their metal bodies.

“Whoo!” Jesse yelled from where he stood on the platform, “See boys! I told you she could do it! Pay up Kix!” I watched his hand shoot out towards the medic of the group.

I gave the 501st a thumbs up as I fell on my ass in exhaustion. Almost an hour and I finally… Finally! Managed to take out these droids.

“I see you’ve put our famous Jedi to work.” Anakin commended as he stood onto the platform looking down at me with a smirk, “I could’ve done it in half the time.”

“Be my guest sky guy.” I motioned for him to take my place.

His glare was as quick as his attitude, “Did Ahsoka tell you to call me that?” He crossed his arms, looking at his padawan, “Ahsoka.”

“I would never.” Ashoka smirked stepped up beside her master, “Besides, my master likes his lightsaber too much.” She teased as she stepped onto the platform, “I, on the other hand would love to give it a try.”

“Glad to see my old padawan is always up for a challenge.” Windu smiled.

“Master!” I quickly stood up and hoped up on the ramp to greet him.

“You did well.” He nodded approvingly.

“Thank you, master.” I returned his nod with one of my own, “I owe my skills to you.”

“You’ve earned your skills from hard work and focus.” He patted my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”

Rex kept a respectable distance until Master Windu left to attend an important meeting. Sometimes I forget that we still have to be careful around anyone who wasn’t Anakin, Padme, Cody, Jesse and Ahsoka. Our circle was small, but we quite liked it this way.

My hand found his the moment I reached his side.

He lent down to speak quietly in my ear, “You did good cyare.”

“Did you have any doubt?” I smiled cheekily.

He chuckled leaning back, “Never.”

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momojedi · 7 months

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— 𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘

type. wip note. this isn't really something i usually partake in, but i've decided to give you a little glance at what I'm working on ;)

"I told you, I left the Sith! I have nothing to do with them anymore!" "Liar!" General Skywalker growled at you, slamming his fist on the cold iron table. You flinched, pulling your arms to your chest. General Kenobi, who calmly stood next to Skywalker, watching you like a hawk, hummed softly. "Why would the Sith simply let one of their own roam around with possible intel that could harm them?" With a frustrated huff, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned your head away.

This had been going on for hours now. Since your arrest on Coruscant, the two Jedi had been trying their best to corner you during the interrogation, to give out any kind of information you might have on your master. Well - former master. After a full year of fighting alongside the Sith, you started picking up the ... more questionable aspects of what you thought to be your ideology.

"You surely know something. There's no way they'd let you run, you'd be dead!" Skywalker roared, fully taking in the role of the bad cop. You withstood his burning glare with a furious scowl. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly leaned forward while carefully spitting out your words in a provocative manner, "I've said it before and I'll say it again," you hissed, furrowing your brows, "I know nothing. I was a mere apprentice when I left. I simply followed orders. I was never involved in any planning or briefing." And frankly, you weren't lying. Your master had been a paranoid man, fearful and secretive, who trusted nobody, not you, not his colleagues and sometimes not even himself. That often lead to him refusing to talk, shutting himself away from everyone, including his very apprentice, and not revealing any important war matters until it was almost too late. Needless to say, he wasn't an easy person to work with.

"Fine," Skywalker huffed frustratedly, standing up from his seat which left the chair to slide across the floor with a squeaking sound, "Rex, take our friend here back to their cell," he called for the trooper guarding the doors, who quickly marched up. Then, the Jedi eyed you again with furrowed brows, "Let's see how long it'll take to break them." You rose a brow at his words, a hint of worry bubbling up in your stomach when the trooper guided you away.

As you followed his lead, slightly struggling to keep up with his pace at first, you glanced at him, curiously studying his profile. He looked like the regular clone, albeit the blond buzzcut, yet he still caught you off-guard. You'd seen him fight before when you were following your master into the battlefield and for some reason, you couldn't help but be positively impressed by his confidence and skills. "

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littlemissmanga · 1 year

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One Last Order

It's been a while since I got into writing at all, let alone fanfics. But I had this thought last night and it's been bugging me since. I hope someone enjoys this. I know I enjoyed writing it :)

Pairing: CT-7567/Captain Rex x Reader (g/n, no physical descriptions, no use of y/n)

Mood: Angst/hurt. Post Order 66

Warnings: None really unless you're sensitive to bittersweet stories. SFW but mentions of intimacy with no details.

WC: 900 words

Summary: It was the hardest decision he'd ever made. But Rex was determined to see it through. He lost everything else. He couldn't bear to lose you, too. And so, he gives you the one order you hate the most ... the one he hopes in vain you'll follow.

Part 2

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It was for the best. He knew it. He couldn’t bear to contemplate the alternative.

Your home planet was on the edges of the Mid-Rim, far from any hyperspace lanes. You’d be able to resign — as a nat-born who had been assigned to the 501st for logistical support, you’d technically fulfilled your obligations to the army when the war ended.

The Empire wouldn’t waste its resources on retaining you. You’d be able to slip off its radar and quietly build a new life.

But with him … you’d never know peace. There’d be a target on your back. And he’d be the one painting it on, tainting your life with his.

“I … I couldn’t save my brothers. Please. Please let me keep you safe. Let me go.”

The pain etched into your eyes almost broke him. The tears you’d been so stalwart in holding back finally broke free, cascading down the lovely curve of your cheeks.

That he was the one hurting you twisted his gut, sending bile rising up to his throat.

But better a broken heart now than a life forever in danger, he thought, letting his own reasoning drown out your passioned rebuttal.

He never expected, never even thought he could experience anything like what he did with you. He was a soldier. A damn good one at that. He led his men with pride in service of the Republic, in service of freedom and peace. Fighting beside his brothers gave him a purpose he never questioned.

You shattered that certainty the first time he caught sight of your wry smile.

You stood toe to toe with General Skywalker, matching his stubbornness and determination when convinced you were right. Your ability and skill in your field — and your dedication to ensuring the troopers of his legion were as prepared and supported as possible no matter the mission — never failed to impress him, even long after he knew to expect it.

But that first smile. Watching you laugh in the mess with his brothers, holding your own against Fives’ incessant badgering, brightening Kix’s ever-gruff expression, calming and welcoming the newest shinies warmed him from the inside out. You never saw them as just clones. You treated them as comrades. As men. You gave them a soft place to land after facing another day of harsh reality.

It drew him to you, needing with increasing desperation to have that smile trained on him.

And when it finally did, when your eyes began softening at the sight of him, that warmth ignited into an inferno that radiated from his very core. He was shocked he didn’t burn you.

On the contrary, you only came closer, eventually curling around him in his small bunk, creating a bubble of warmth and light so precious that he’d almost forget you were on a ship in the dark, cold void of space.

He’d never betray his brothers, his mission. But you revealed a new way of living. Of loving. In your arms, he found solace after battle — a refuge he never wanted to leave but one that gave him the strength to each time he was recalled to battle. In your bed, he found a new purpose, a pleasure he would chase at every opportunity just to see you come undone for him.

And it soothed him, knowing with each step he took on the ground, you were back at command, tracking him, watching out for him.

So, no. He never wanted to leave your side. Without the GAR, without the 501st, his general or commander, he could dedicate the rest of his life to you. And, stars, did he want to. Every cell in his manufactured body wanted to take you into his arms and keep you there forever, giving you his heart, his very soul if you asked.

But it was too selfish.

For now, the Empire thought he was dead. That wouldn’t last forever. He may not be a captain anymore, but he was still a soldier. And he would fight against the Empire that stole everything from him. He would gladly give his last breath to free the brothers still trapped in its maw and the civilians caught under its boot.

It was a dangerous path; one he knew he had to take. But you would not be coming with him.

With one last sigh, he stepped in closer to you, his gloved hand gently caressing your cheek and wiping away a tear, only for it to be replaced immediately. Your eyes slid shut as you clenched your jaw, hardening your soft face and causing the corner of his own mouth to twitch up for just a moment.

You never were graceful when you lost a fight.

“I love you, ner karta. So, so much.” His words were barely a whisper, too scared that anything louder would shatter your threadbare resignation … and his. His lips were even gentler, barely pressing against the delicate skin of your forehead.

“Be safe. Be happy.” One last order from your Captain. He didn’t believe in any deity, but he prayed to every one he’d ever heard of and to the Force itself you’d obey.

Then, he hardened himself. With an abrupt turn, he left your warmth behind as he forced each step, letting his mind drift as his feet carried him further and further away from his heart.

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It's so funny, I usually prefer reading fluffy, comforting fics/ficlets or slow burn but with happy endings. But this just demanded my attention lol.

Part 2 is now done! It is spicy - or citrusy, for my fellow Tumblr veterans - reunion with Rebels!Rex.

#captain rex x reader #captain rex #rex #tcw #star wars #captain rex fanfiction #CT-7567 #CT-7567 x reader #Captain Rex x You #captain rex x y/n #the clone wars #the 501st #please someone hug this man #he deserves all the love #i just need him to be happy #and yet I write shit like this lol #star wars fanfiction

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bunnywritesjunk · 1 year

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Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter summary: The 501st adopts a new member. The boys are sceptical of their new soldier's role in the garrison. She makes effort into getting to know the 501st and makes some friends.

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: None (for this chapter)T for teen (for this chapter)

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff and angst

A/n: Hello all! I wanted to contribute to the rex fanfics because I noticed he doesn't have many series about him. Just a little about this story, the mc is black coded and her heritage, planet, and language is based off of western africa. That being said everyone regardless of race is welcomed to read (please read). Feel free to give me feedback and requests i'd love the interaction.

Chapter One:

You were awoken by the mechanical noise around you. Your back ached as you sat up, glancing over to the Twi'lek next to you. She snored softly slumped over in her seat. The ship rumbled lowly, you unclipped your belt and stood up stretching out your arms and back. Your tail whipped left and right as it has been squeezed from constantly sitting on it. Walking up to the cockpit door, you knocked quietly so as to not wake your friend. The blaster door opened with a hiss.

“Hey, are we almost there?” the co-pilot turned to you giving you a relaxed but stern look, something that most of the clones you've met have.

“We're pulling out of hyperspace in about five minutes, probably best to buckle up again might be a little bumpy.”

You thanked him quietly and turned around back to your seat. The door hissed closed. You put your hand on your friend's shoulder and shook gently.

“Na'wi (nawee), hey” She stirred and opened her eyes a bit.

“ We're here already?” She said with a rasp to her voice.

“In about five minutes.” You buckled back up to prepare for landing, Na'wi rubbed her eyes.

“Are you nervous?” She twisted and cracked her joints as she asked.

“Yeah a little, it's hard to know what to expect. Like what if they don't like us?” She looked at you amused.

“They'll have to get used to it!” She smiled. The ship lurched forward indicating dropping out of hyperspace.

After the ship landed both you and Na'wi grabbed your luggage. Two duffel bags, one filled with personal items and a small amount of clothing. The other is filled with the gear you both will use for your new jobs. Field nurses were not unheard of but outsourcing them from coruscant certainly was. The republic had field nurse clones, but they wanted specially trained doctors to assist the war effort. We all have one objective, to save men. You and Na'wi were selected from a pool of trainees in your medical program. You both showed mental and physical prowess and excelled at combat training. You were assigned to the 501st battalion while Na'wi was assigned to the 212th. Na'wi was over the moons when she found out about your assignments, you guys wouldn't be completely separated. You'd be lying if you said you weren't grateful to be with her although you chose not to share that with her.

You walked off the short ramp into the hangar. Troopers were scattered around the area going to their destinations or doing tasks. Two men stood off the side of your ship.

“Hello, you two must be our new recruits.” the man with short light brown hair said in a posh accent.

The other man with long dark brown hair and a scar over one eye gave a curt hello and a small smile.

“Hi! Yes we are, I'm Na'wi.” Na'wi stuck her hand out for both of them to shake.

You greeted them and introduced yourself without shaking their hands. You are not a fan of physical touch.

“Well, let's show you both to your quarters, and we will give you a rundown of your role here.” The British one introduced himself as Obi-wan Kenobi. He would be Na'wi's commander. The dark-haired one who called himself Anakin Skywalker is your commander. As the four of you walked they explained the different parts of the ship, when mealtimes are, and generally how things operate. You were a little overwhelmed with the new environment and information overload so you opted to explore the ship on your own once you got the time.

“Alright, here we are, your rooms are fully furnished and ready for you two. The med bay is about a three-minute walk down that corridor.” Obi-wan said as he pointed to the right.

“We'll leave you both to get settled. Meet us at the barracks in thirty minutes to greet the men.” Anakin said.

With that, they left. Na'wi bounced in excitement as she opened to blaster door. Your rooms were conjoined. There was a shared living room with a couch facing the holoprojector. The channel was not set so it was an idle screen. A small table and four chairs sat close to the corner. You walked into the door on the right. The bedroom was simple, a bed with a nightstand next to it, a closet, and a door that led to a small refresher. There were no windows in the little apartment provided, you at least hoped for one so you can see the stars pass by.

“It's so grey in here!” Na'wi exclaimed as she dumped her duffles on the couch. She grabbed the holo projector remote and started sifting through the channels.

“Yeah, we'll definitely need some decor in here.” You said back to her. You stepped out of the bedroom.

“Do you care what room you have Na'wi?”

“ Nope, I'm sure they are both the same.” You walked into the left bedroom and sure enough, she was right. You walked back to the right bedroom and dropped your duffels, not really sure why you preferred the right bedroom already.

“Come on let's get familiar with the ship while we have time” You were about to walk out of your new home but stopped suddenly. Na'wi who was following looked at you confused.

“What?” she asked.

“Should we change? I mean they are all gonna be in their uniforms and stuff. Maybe we should at least put on our medbay uniforms?”

You both looked down at your attire. You opted to dress comfy for travel, with a grey tank top and loose green cargo pants that had an opening for your tail, and a tactical brown jacket. Your tail was uncovered for the most part save for a piece of decorative gold jewelry close to the base. The tuft of hair at the end was a little bit matted. Na'wi chose to wear tight-fitting dark blue pants and a loose cream-colored button-up. Over that she had a tactical belt to hold her belongings.

“Yeah, maybe this isn't the best first impression.” Na'wi chuckled a bit her light purple skin flushed into a darker shade.

You both changed into your non-combat medical bay uniforms. They were simple white structured tunic that zips in the front. The medical emblem was printed on the left shoulder ad upper chest. The pants were almost like a structured leggings with pockets. Thankfully your uniform was stretchy and breathable. You decided to keep the gold cuff on your tail. You looked in your closet mirror and admired to fit, you both gave your measurements before attending so they could curate some uniforms for both of you. You did not expect the uniform to be so flattering. You finished off the uniform with the brown leather belt provided and took a deep breath.

“Hey, are you gonna wear that stupid little hat with it? cuz I'm not” Na'wi called from her room.

“Nah it's ugly, plus I don't know if it'll fit on my head with certain hairstyles.��

You and Na'wi met in your common room. She gave you an approving look and you smiled.

“ Looking good,” You said feigning flirtation.

“ Not too bad yourself there” Na'wi winked at you.

You both walked out of the blaster doors.

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“Alright, men! We have a new member of the battalion, I expect you all to treat her with respect and dignity just like your brothers.” Anakin paced down the corridor listing off your duties as a field medic. The soldiers of the 501st stood at attention giving you small glances. A young Togruta girl walks up to you with her hand outstretched.

“Hi in Ahsoka nice to meet you captain” You shook her hand gently and introduced yourself. You were a little puzzled at the title of captain as no one told you that you'd have a rank. Anakin walked up and gestured towards the men standing before you, your queue to speak.

“Um, hello...” You cleared your throat.

“I hope to get to know all of you over time and I'll do my best to take care of you all” You didn't have a speech prepared so that fell flat.

One of the soldiers with a blonde buzz cut walked up to you. His face was a little more hardened than some of the other ones in line.

“I'm Rex captain of the 501st nice to meet you” He saluted you and stepped aside after the short introduction.

“Any questions?” Anakin asked the soldiers. A clone with a goatee to the far right of the line answered.

“If I may sir, why do we need a civvie field medic? We have kix who is trained for this kind of stuff.” Anakin glanced over at you.

“Well, my job is mostly recon. In the research I did, many men die from simply not being treated. My job is to find and treat them before they succumb to their injuries instead of just leaving them there. Clones have the ability to heal quickly, so the hope is to save more rather than make more. Your current field medic, kix has other duties such as assisting you all on the battlefield. He mostly will deal with smaller injuries. Also, what's your name?”

“Fives ma'am” He nodded at you.

“Captain” Rex said pointedly at the soldier.

“Oh that's not necessary my name is fine” You gave all the men a small smile.

“Anyone else?” The commander said bordering on annoyance.

“Alright, dismissed” Anakin announced. The men dispersed murmuring amongst themselves some walking away.

“So where are you from?” Ahsoka looked at you with curious eyes.

“I'm from a small planet called Igbo, I don't actually know how to say it in basic but it means rainforest”

“Yeah, no offense but I've never seen anyone like you, or heard of that planet either.” The guy known as fives approaches you.

“Yeah I mean there's really no reason for anyone to go there it's just...wet” You responded, Ahsoka chuckled.

“And I'm guessing all the people there have pointy ears and a weird smooth tail?” Fives raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! I have fangs too.” You flashed your teeth at him and he recoiled. You and Ahsoka laughed at his reaction.

“Let's go to the mess you must be hungry” Ahsoka led you away followed by fives.

A couple feet away stood the captain. He watched as the three of them engaged in friendly banter down the hall. He couldn't help but worry about their new recruit. The thought of a nat born getting hurt or killed on the battlefield didn't sit right with him.

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fvck-the-patriarchy · 9 months

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Y/n: Rex?

Rex: Yeah.

Y/n: Can a person breathe inside of a washing machine while it's on?

Rex:

Rex: Y/n where's Fives.

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deejadabbles · 10 months

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Take a Ride (Rex x fem!Reader) Spice!

Summary: Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Fem reader, no mentions of physical description.

This is a 18+ content! Minors be gone!

A.N: So, after @littlemissmanga gave her analysis of Rex's armor in this post, I had way too many thots about how to abuse that armor. This is the result! Nothing but filth here folks. I sort of had a jedi reader in mind when writing this, but that's never explicitly stated, just has general "forbidden relationship" vibes.

Word Count: 3388

Warnings: Thigh riding, slightly dominant Rex, secret relationships, dirty talk, armor kink (sort of?), clothed male, praising, mutual masturbation, porn with minimal plot (riding Rex's thigh into the sunset. that's it. that's the plot)

Rex was a smart man. Observant, tactical, intuitive. And you were an open book to him.

Or at least, that’s how it felt whenever you locked eyes across the room. You didn’t have to spell out your desires to him, not now, not after so long of learning every inch of each other. He didn’t need you to bite your lip or bat your eyelashes, it was all there in the subtlety of your gaze, the rise of your chest, the clench of your fingers.

All he had to do was catch your gaze, and he knew what you wanted.

It was good, for so so many reasons, but paramount among them was the fact that you could hardly flirt so openly with him. The two of you had to learn to communicate with nothing more than the smallest of gestures, the shortest of glances. The only times you could truly call out to each other, beg for each other, demand each other, was in the stolen moments of a locked office or cheap hotel on Coruscant.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as a shock, that he could read your wants, when he caught you staring at something more specific than his whole (damn sexy) person.

No one could blame you. Rex always had amazing thighs, you loved biting them as you teased him mercilessly, loved gripping them when you had him moaning at your mouth, and you loved being tangled in them as he buried himself inside you. You had always loved his thighs, but this made something new flare in you, now that you had noticed a certain…detail in the new clone armor.

How had you never noticed it before? Every free moment you had near him was taken up with staring him up and down, knowing you’d never get your fill of him. You had memorized every inch of his body, gazed endlessly at the armor that kept him alive day after day.

So why had it only been when he pounded you from behind while in full armor that you noticed his tassets had ridges to them?

Your body throbbed at the memory, the way he had sought you out the moment he was back on the ship after weeks apart, the way he had ripped your clothes off with such desperate need, the way he took you hard and impatient.

It was only in that moment that you felt them digging in, the subtle little peaks cresting the full length of the armor piece. And now they were all you could think about. Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Rex was observant and tactical and intuitive. He knew all your subtle looks and gestures, so, it didn’t take him long to figure you out when you started staring at one part of him in particular.

The first time he caught you staring was during a briefing. To your credit, you were still listening to Anakin’s report, you were just also stealing glances because you were a skilled multitasker. You had been feigning contemplation, letting anyone who might look your way think that you were staring at nothing in particular, while you were actually focused on those little raised ridges. When you sensed you had been ‘gazing absently’ for too long, you made yourself look up- only to catch Rex’s eye.

He tilted his chin up just the slightest bit before looking away.

In the private language of your subtle gestures to one another, that might as well have been a knowing smirk.

Of course, he knew you were thinking about him, but, he probably didn’t know exactly what you were thinking; besides general heat and need, right? Force, he probably assumed you were staring at his codpiece, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. The knowledge of your exact fantasy was safe.

But that was an assurance that became harder to hope for the second time he caught you staring.

You were helping him run drills, stopwatch pulled up on your bracer, clocking every trooper who ran Rex’s course. At first, Rex had been pacing along the end of the track, hands behind his back in an authoritative stance as he watched his men work. Then he stood to the side, hands on hips as he barked orders. If both of those hadn’t been distracting enough, then he had propped his leg up on a crate as he called for them to keep going and live up to the 501st standards.

That did you in.

The way his thigh was level, lined like the perfect seat, was too much. Your mind was racing with the most impure thoughts, the ideas of what the hard, angled plastoid might feel like made heat fill you almost instantly. It just might be the perfect shape, slotting perfectly against your clit, between your folds. And with Rex being the one under that armor piece? Maker, you knew he’d buck and roll you perfectly against it, make sure it moved just right for the friction you’d crave and-

Kriff!

You almost- almost didn’t stop your watch in time when Fives came darting past you.

You could already feel the mess pooling in your panties, just the thought of it all making you wet- that would be fun to deal with for the rest of the drills. Somehow, you managed to keep your voice mostly steady when you called out Fives’ time, but, when you met Rex’s eye again, you knew you were caught. He held your gaze firm, a silent knowing passing between you, that he had heard the barely there shake in your voice. The stare was practically a smug scolding, reminding you that it would be a long time before you could change out of the sopping underwear. He allowed his gaze to slide south, glancing over your core as they turned to Fives. Something no one but you would notice.

Considering all the other times you had stolen glances at his thighs, you had thought that he wouldn’t make the connection, having only caught you twice. But you should have known better, you should have known he’d figure you out.

Once the drills were done and everyone was making their way out of the simulator, you trailed far behind everyone else, trying to get your breathing under control. Keeping your mind out of the gutter for the rest of the training had not been easy and you were ready to change into clean undergarments.

Until you passed an adjacent corridor and felt hands grab you.

You gasped as they pulled you in, but the familiar feel of your captain filled your senses as your back hit the cold wall. Lips closed over yours before you could so much as blink up at him, gloved hands scrambling to find your wrist and pin them beside your head.

“You should know better than to look at me like that in public, mesh’la,” Rex growled against your mouth.

“You’re one to talk,” was your panted retort as you glanced down the empty, but still very open corridor. This was not like Rex, he never indulged in you in such an easy place to get caught. As appealing as the fantasy was, neither of you could stomach what would happen if you were caught.

He hummed in response, even as his legs started moving, “That look of yours worked me up too much,” one slotted itself between your thighs, shoving them apart as it pressed into you.

And you let out a shaking moan.

Rex only chuckled as you clamped your hand over your mouth, face hot as he pressed his armored limb against your throbbing center. “So, that is it,” he mused into your ear, “That’s what you’ve been thinking about. You think you're so sneaky, stealing looks at-”

He paused suddenly, going stiff as you heard it too: armored feet closing in. Rex flew off of you as fast as lighting, but you still barely had time to lower your hands into a dignified position before the troopers rounded the corner.

The men instantly saluted when they saw you two, but otherwise paid no mind as they marched by. Still, it was enough for both of you to come to your senses. Rex still looked at you out of the corner of his eye, breathing just a little ragged as you both waited for the group to be out of earshot.

When Rex spoke again, it was low and clear. “My office. Tonight,” the pupils of his eyes were still blown wide as he flicked them downward, to where he had likely felt how soaked you were. “And don’t change out of those.”

“Sir yes sir,” you hummed, because you knew it would make him just as wet as he made you. The shuddering breath he let out told you it took all his willpower not to pin you against that wall again.

The night couldn’t come fast enough.

It was only through years of self-discipline that you were able to get any work done at all, between your mind replaying that scene over and over again. Rex’s body holding you at his mercy, his hot mouth devouring yours, even the thrill of almost getting caught. Above all though, you ached at the brief preview of his thick tight bucking up against your core.

You were glad you hadn’t bothered with changing (as per his orders), because the clean pair of panties would have just been ruined as you turned the memory over in your head again and again.

Getting through your daily reports was the worst part, Rex’s words coming back to you between each line of text you managed to type. Of course, it was almost a blessing, because when Skywalker came by to check on you, you still had a pile of work to groan about: the perfect cover. Everyone would think you were busy working all night, not sneaking off for a secret rendezvous.

And when you finally thought it was late enough to slip away unnoticed, you never flew through reports faster.

The corridors were empty save for the occasional trooper who saluted you, so there were no setbacks when you reached the door of his office.

“Enter,” came his voice after a short pause when you knocked.

When the door slid open, you were greeted with the sight of him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, and chin resting on his fist. You sealed the door the moment it closed, not taking your eyes off him as it locked.

“Finally,” Rex hummed, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Then he beckoned you closer with the hand that wasn’t supporting his head, “Come here, cyare. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you made your way across the room, shifting off your first, outer layer of clothing as you went. The garment fell to the floor as he slid his chair back, leaning forward to pull you between his legs.

Rex’s hands were instantly pushing your shirt up, “Take this off, sweetheart, I want to have a nice view.”

A whimper at the combination of his words and hands left you, but you did as told, stripping your top half while he pulled at the belt of your pants. Fingers worked their way across your skin as he slid them down your legs. He had obviously regained his patients in your hours apart, because he took his time sliding his hands over the backs of your legs as he made his way up to your underwear.

Only then did he take his eyes off your body, lifting them to meet your own, right before his hand cupped your pussy. Your head fell back with a moan as he massaged you through the fabric and hummed with approval at the wet state of them.

“You’ve been like this all day, haven't you, mesh’la?”

“Yes,” you breathed, but managed to look back at him again, “that’s what you do to me, Rex, just thinking about you gets me wet.”

Once upon a time, Rex would have turned red at such filthy, bold words, so awkward and unsure of himself, but you two were well past that now.

He proved it when he said, “Oh, I know what you’ve been thinking about, cyare.”

Rex always struck fast when he had a plan in mind, and here with you was no different. He grasped your hips, those big hands of his able to move your body any way he wanted, and he wanted you against him.

An ‘oh!’ of pleasured surprise rang through the room when he pulled you down to straddle his thigh. He didn’t say a word as he shifted you, lining you up perfectly with the ridge of his armor. However, when you tried to rock yourself against him, his hands gripped your hips in warning.

“No. Not yet,” he said and despite the firmness, his tone was gently patient, “You don’t move until I tell you, mesh’la.”

Your skin prickled at the soft command, you loved it when he got like this. “Anything for you, Captain,” you made sure your own voice was delicate, practically a moan of its own.

And oh, did Rex’s smile turn dangerous as he said, “Good girl.”

With that, he kept his eyes on where your still-clothed core met his armor, and started pulling you forward. Pleasure rippled up your body instantly, and he let out a pleased chuckle when you had to reach out to grip his shoulders for support.

“You’re already soaking my leg. Just thinking about this got you so worked up?” Rex let out a little mock of a disapproving noise, then started back in on the sentiment he wanted to say back in that hallway. “You thought you were so sneaky, stealing glances at me like that.”

His hands gripped your hips harder, digging in just enough to leave a faint mark as he kept dragging you forward against the hard length of plastoid, sending pulses of pleasure through your core.

"You don't think I notice, the way you look at my thighs? Is this what you were imagining? Were you thinking about how perfect it might feel, hard between your legs?" He finally looked up from the mess you were making of his armor, eyes locking with yours again, "Tell me how it feels, cyar'ika.”

The answer came out like a needy whimper, “Perfect!” The ridge got higher and more pronounced the further up you went, and it pressed so deliciously against your clit. “Maker, it feels perfect- you feel perfect, Rex!”

He hummed approvingly, then looked back down at his handiwork. Rex heard the sounds you let out as he pulled you higher and higher up his leg, and as always, he was a smart, intuitive man.

“Right here,” he whispered, seating you right at the point where the peak of the armor was highest, digging into your most sensitive spot delightfully. “There we go, perfect.”

That’s when Rex started rocking you back and forth in short motions, making rapid bursts of pleasure coarse through you. He was testing the waters and loving the resulting cries you let out.

“Just the right spot for you, and the perfect view for me,” Rex hummed in approval.

He wasn’t wrong, your bodies were close, but not so flush against each other that he couldn’t see you grinding against him. Unfortunately, that’s when he stopped his rocking motions and let go of your hips.

You didn’t bother hiding your whimper of disapproval, but he only cupped your face lovingly.

“You’ve been a good, patient girl, cyare. Now, I want you to get yourself off. Ride me until you come, understand?”

“Yes- yes, sir.” Your mind was so hazy with need, but, the desire to please your Captain broke through the blissful fog, “but what about you?”

“Me?” he chuckled again as he dropped his hands and leaned back, eyes drinking in your almost naked body, “I told you I wanted a view, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

In that case, you would give him more than a view, you’d give him a show.

Despite still feeling shaky, you managed to let go of his shoulders. Your half-lidded gaze stayed on his as you started trailing your fingertips across your collarbone. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched made you smile. Then, just as you started moving your fingers between the valley of your breasts, you rocked your hips forward.

That pleasure burst through you again, making you throw your head back, not caring how graphic you sounded as you took what you had been craving, what you needed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Rex scolded, “keep your eyes on me, mesh’la,” his hand reached down and cupped his codpiece, “want you to look at me while you have your fun.”

You obeyed, whimpering as you rocked back and forth and met his eyes again. Maker, the way he looked at you, hand rubbing himself down while his gaze took in your wandering hands and your thrusting hips, only to dart back up to your eyes again. Since the first night he saw you bare, and all the other heated moments, Rex always looked at you like that. He looked at you as if you were the most intoxicating sight in the galaxy.

That alone made you quiver, but the way your climax was already starting to build had you shaking. You knew your body and knew how to get your end, and as much as you wanted to relish the moment, you weren’t sure you could last long with his hungry gaze watching your every move.

As your lower body pulsed with every rub against his thigh, you cupped your breasts, biting your lip at the added sensation. Pleasure wracked through you on both ends now, and it was hard to keep eye contact with him as you moaned and gasped.

Rex let out a pleased noise at the show you were giving him, “By the force, you look so perfect like this, my perfect girl-” his breath hitched on the last word as his hand continued to work at his cover cock.

You were close now, climbing to the peak, spurred on by him getting off from nothing but the sight of you. Fingers pinched your nipples, as your own thighs clamped on either side of his. Somehow, as your rocking became fast and shallow, you still kept your eyes locked on him, that coil tightening and tight-

“Scream for me, cyar’ika,” Rex growled, “scream my name!”

That’s what did you in, and his name came out a ragged wail when your orgasm ripped through you. It was a whole-body kind of climax, the kind that sent numbing ripples of pleasure all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

Rex’s arms were around you in an instant, pulling you against the hard plate of his chest as you shook and heaved your ragged breaths. The armor was cool against your burning skin, and Rex rubbed his hands up and down your back with care.

“That’s my girl, doing as asked, keeping your eyes on me the whole time, making pretty sounds. Now look at you, so spent, you enjoy riding my thigh that much?”

Despite the fact that you knew it was a rhetorical question, you nodded your head against his chest, which made a chuckle vibrate under the armor.

“Well then, we’re going to have to do this again, aren’t we? I liked watching you get off like that, mesh’la. You were stunning.”

“Thank you,” you panted, sounding tired and half dazed, breath fogging up his armor, “thank you for always knowing what I want.”

Rex kissed your temple, then he was pulling your body into the position he wanted again, this time curled up in his lap as his hands wandered where they liked.

“You know giving you what you want, is what I want, cyare. Always.”

As soon as you were able to move without shaking, you were going to give this perfect man anything and everything else he may want.

Tag list: @blueink-bluesoul @dystopicjumpsuit @sinfulsalutations

@freesia-writes @wings-and-beskar (you two seemed interest so I hope you don't mind the tags lol)

#captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #sexy rexy #I thought this would turn out longer #but since Beth inspired a whole second ass smut fic with Rex last night #I decided to save some of the themes I was gonna use here for that #so #hopefully it's not too short ;)#just some pining and thigh riding #deeja writes #captain rex x y/n #captain rex x jedi reader #sort of. gotta have those forbidden feels #deeja is completely unoriginal with her titles lmao

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toomanybandstocare · 8 months

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{Relationship Firsts}

Program: It's not often that Rex feels insecure or shies away from the people he cares about most. But as your relationship progresses, he finds that the burdens and scars of war will always sit heavy on his skin. The weight of it all comes crashing down on Rex, and he has you to reassure him that he's more than worthy of your love.

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! Reader -> Early Relationship

Genre: Hurt / Comfort & Smut -> Minors Do Not Interact

Length: 4581w

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Prompt: Blanket Seventh entry for the @clonexreaderbingo

Warnings: Couple of swears, Insecurity, No protection, No explicit aftercare (but they cuddle and i end it there bc smut is intimidating), Rex is more sub-leaning / on the receiving end of the attention

Counselor Notes: I think that's it for warnings? Idk how to tag smut really, so please lmk if I missed anything. Please be nice - this is my second attempt at smut, and I'm still fingering out how to write it with gender neutral. Feel pretty good about it though! Definitely easier to write this time compared to the other time

Rex's Fan Club (moots that I think would want to see this lol nut no pressure at all): @starboytech @starrylothcat <3

Warm sunbeams stream through the shutters to slowly cover the bedroom in a soft glow. Early morning birds quietly call out to their mates as they wake for the day. The bed sheets rustle as legs tangle together in a sleepy dance. Water lazily babbles from the small stream just beyond the cottage you and Rex call home for a few weeks while vacationing to Naboo. The first of many the two of you look forward to sharing with each other.

Large, calloused hands roam over your body and squeeze your hips drawing a sigh from your lips. You hook one leg over Rex’s hip to bring yourself closer to him. The lightweight blankets and bed sheets drape over your bodies and wrap the two of you in a soft comfort. As his hand slowly trails down your thigh, your skin tingles underneath his touch. Neither of you had the energy to change into pajamas after your day of travel and the lingering summer heat sizzling through the room alongside the cicadas singing last night.

“Good morning, handsome,” you sleepily hum. You dart your tongue over your dry lips and feel Rex’s chuckle rumble against your chest.

Rex’s eyes slowly blink open, and his heart swells at the sight of your curled figure wrapped in his arms. Rolling out the minor ache in his neck, a low moan builds in his chest and comes out with a sigh. Rex tilts his head down, and he lightly nudges your jaw with his nose.

“G’morning, mesh’la,” he greets you. His voice thick with drowsiness as he slowly reacquaints himself with the real world.

As he takes in the soft smile that tugs at the corner of your lips to the lingering tingles from where your foot trails over his legs, Rex counts his stars that this is the reality he calls home. Craning his neck up, Rex places a chaste kiss on your lips. A low hum builds at the back of his throat as you sigh into this kiss. His heart hammers against his chest when you part your lips, and Rex nips at your bottom lip. He presses a gentle kiss where he bit before lazily deepening the kiss. Rex wraps one arm underneath you to rest his palm against your lower back, and his other hand squeezes just below your knee that rests on his waist.

As a soft moan slips from your lips melts with Rex’s content hums, you pull yourself deeper into his embrace. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you trail your fingertips across and down into the dip of his collarbone. You feel Rex’s breath hitch underneath your gentle touch, and your mind spirals. A spark of pride spreads through you that only you get to hear the beautiful sounds this man makes. As you trail your hands further to his pecs, you feel his heart race beneath the pads of your fingertips. Your breathing grows as the kiss devolves into a messy makeout. One you can tell Rex is desperately trying not to indulge himself too much with. His body feels taught against your own, but his muscles twitch each time a gasp slips from your lips or you try to squeeze your thighs around his leg.

As Rex pulls away from you slowly, he feels light headed as his gaze flickers over your blissed out expression. Carefully pressing his body into yours, Rex lays you on your back. His hand slips from your back to softly trail across your skin to hold your waist. A pang hits his heart as he feels your body tremble underneath his fingertips until they reach a well-worn, soft fabric on the slope of your stomach. The blankets twist and tangle with your bodies, and a small laugh escapes his mouth when he realizes the flimsy cover separating the two of you.

“May I?” Rex quietly pleads. His mouth parts slightly as his breathing grows slightly heavier as he takes in the sight of you sprawled on the pillows with a warm light glowing around you. His cheeks flush as you peer up at him through your eyelashes.

“Please,” you sigh. You trail your hands over his chest. A faint scar slices across his skin between his pecs, and you lightly trace it. With the small movement, all warmth and comfort evaporates from the air.

Rex’s breathing freezes at your touch and anticipation hangs thick around him. His nerves spark through his body as you quietly appraise the mark. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Rex takes your hand in his with a weak laugh. He hopes it’s enough to cover his growing anxiety as he quickly presses a kiss to your fingertips. “How about I draw you a bath instead, hm?” he offers. Shame washes over him as he tries to shield his deepest insecurities with his offer. The desperation to be as close to you as possible now twists in a need to distance himself as far as possible. Before he ever sees your look of disgust at his marred skin.

“Rex? What’s wrong?” you ask with concern. The sudden shift in his demeanor strikes a cold dread through you. “Did I do something wrong?,” you rush to ask, “If you don’t want to have sex, I’m more than okay with that. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Whatever you’re comfortable with. We can take it at your pace”. You try to reach out to him, but Rex squeezes your hands to stop you.

“No,” he rushes to reassure you. Rex pulls away from you, dragging the blankets with him. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t,” he stumbles over the heavy weight pressing down on his tongue, “You didn’t do anything wrong. The opposite in fact. I adore getting to know you on a more intimate connection”. Rex's eyes widen as anxiety crawls across his skin. His mouth dries out as you look up at him in concern. Dropping your hands, Rex carefully slips off you and sits on the corner of the bed. The cool summer air pricks his skin, and he holds his head in his hands. His chest shudders as Rex forces deep breaths through his constricting lungs. “You did nothing wrong. I promise,” he quietly calls out. Rex doesn’t even recognize his own voice from how it shakes. The words catch on his tongue and break when they hang in the air.

Your heart sinks as Rex pulls away and curls into himself. Gripping the sheets and blankets in your white knuckled fingers, you carefully separate the throw blanket and gather it in your arms. Slowly, you slip out of bed and take a few steps to stand just in front of Rex. “May I?” you softly offer and motion with the blanket.

Peering through his fingers, Rex thinks for a moment. A whirlwind of noncoherent thoughts and fears spiral through his mind causing a dull throb of pain to sear against his forehead. Exhaling a slow breath through his nose, Rex tries to get a grip on the wash of nerves upsetting his stomach. “Please,” he accepts. Rex’s voice comes out a haggard call for help and betrays him as he tries to shield himself.

You move around him with care as you normally would. As you wrap the blanket over his shoulder, you drop to your knees. “Could you hold this?” you softly ask. The frayed fabric feels smooth to your touch, and you hope that it helps Rex feel comforted. It takes a few moments before he drops his hands from his face and takes the blanket from your grasp. His movements stab your heart as he’s careful not to touch you. Letting him pull his hands to his chest, you drop your hands to your thighs. “Talk to me, Rex. How can I help?” you softly ask. Your gaze flickers over his nervous expression causing your stomach to twist and churn.

Rex darts his tongue over his dry lip and pulls the blanket closer around him. “It’s…it’s nothing serious, I promise. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to react like that,” he slowly tries to explain. A whirlwind of emotions and half formed thoughts race through his mind making Rex’s skull sting. “There are times where you say these … these kind words and compliments to me, and I just can’t accept them,” Rex confesses. His eyebrows furrow as he looks up at you in confusion.

“I can hold off on that if you’d like,” you suggest. Your fingers twitch, and you drum them across your thighs. Desperately trying not to reach out and hold your lover when all you want to do is show him how cruel his mind is being. That he deserves all the respect, adoration, and love in the galaxy rather than being thrown into a fight both on the battlefield and his mind.

Rex quickly shakes his head. Looking at you with wide eyes, Rex rushes to clarify, “No. Please, I like it. Really. I just -”. The words stop short on Rex’s tongue as he tries to form a coherent explanation from the turbulent mix of emotions clouding him. “Part of me is afraid of you,” he spits out. Panic shoots through him as your eyes widen. “Kriff. No, wait,” Rex groans and presses the blanket into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Rex drops his hands and looks you in the eye. “Part of me is afraid,” Rex slowly restarts, “that when we have sex or take a shower or go for a swim - whatever - that you’ll look at me … and see every single thing wrong with me. You’ll see all the scars, all the burns, all the nightmares that keep me up at night, all the flaws that I carry with me everyday, and I’ll have to watch the smile drop from your face or see your expression twist into disgust”. As his words hang in the air, Rex’s lungs constrict as he tries to decipher the thoughtful expression on your face. “I just don’t know if I’m strong enough to face that,” he quietly admits as he pulls his gaze away to focus on the frayed edges of the blanket he holds.

Your lip wobbles at his admission. Not out of anger that even with all the love and devotion you hold for him, he’s afraid that you’ll see him as less. Not because you feel hurt from his insecurities’ twisted version of you. Your heart feels heavy only from the helplessness that seeps into your soul as you try to understand how to support your lover. Disbelief overwhelms you while Rex crawls further into himself. How could a man who cares for others so deeply not love himself. How could this man who devotes himself to making sure the people he cares about are happy and safe, even if that means he carries their pain? You look at Rex and watch his walls crumble, and you feel as if you’re truly seeing him for the first time. “Rex,” you softly call out. When his amber eyes flicker to yours before darting back down to his hands, your fingers dig into your skin. Your heart races and slams against your chest. The thunderous pace echoes in your ears as you ask, “How can I help? Can I touch you, or would you rather I don’t for now?”

“You,” Rex slowly asks, “you want to touch me? You want to help? After I just told you that I’m afraid of you leaving me?” He looks at you with an incredulous look. Even though a flurry of nerves soars through him, the tension pressing down on his shoulders eases. Finally able to take a full breath, Rex’s mind begins to clear from the fearful thoughts nipping at the back of his head.

“Rex, you’re doing something incredibly brave that not a lot of people are able to do this early in a relationship. You’re talking to me rather than pushing me away,” you point out with a small laugh of relief. Every fiber of your being slowly relaxes as you begin to understand Rex’s reaction. With a soft and reassuring smile, you continue, “You care so much for the people you surround yourself with that you want to be the best you can for them. Whether that’s a friend, a brother, a fellow soldier, or a lover. But that also puts you on an unattainable pedestal”. Lightly biting down on the inside of your gum, you pause for a moment. “You can’t take everyone’s pain and balance it on top of yours. It will crush you,” you emphasize. “We’re all people. We’re all flawed. We all carry scars from the fights we’ve survived. We’re all a little messed up, but that’s because we’re alive. We’re alive and learning how to be better versions of ourselves,” you breathe out. “But we can only do that if we’re brave enough to be vulnerable and talk to people we trust when we feel overwhelmed with wounds we’re healing”.

Your chest rises and falls quickly. Faint bird calls and rustling leaves from just outside the cottage soften the silence that envelops the room. “I don’t know if that’s helpful,” you say. “What I’m trying to get at is that you’re not alone, Rex. Everyone has their fears and insecurities. And whenever it seems like it’s going well for once, they rear their ugly heads and try to mess things up. You’re such a thoughtful person that you try to help as many people as you can, but I’m worried that you haven’t been shown the same care”. Your legs prick as they fall asleep from kneeling for so long. Shifting your weight slightly, you tuck your hands between the cold tile and your achy knees. “If you’ll let me, I want to show you just how much love you deserve. Because you deserve everything in the galaxy, Rex. Every compliment that causes your cheeks to flush. All the tender touches that you lean into. And especially time to relax and decompress from everything you have been put through”.

Rex’s chest swells. All the tension that locked his body eases into a more comfortable weight, but it doesn’t melt away completely. Rex’s gaze drops to your legs as you shift your weight once more, and a flush of shame stings the back of his neck. “C’mere, cy’are,” he gently calls for you. Opening his arms, Rex’s heart races as you step up and into his arms. Your hands move to caress his jaw, but they hesitate for a moment. The small action nearly knocks the wind out of him. For once, Rex can determine where his limits are. He can explore what his boundaries are rather than having them tested in the most turbulent moments of his life. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Rex wastes no time pulling you into him. A small hum tickles his lips as he rests his forehead on your torso as you cup his jaw.

“Can I take care of you, Rex?,” you plead. “I adore and accept you for who you are. Scars and all, I like you just the way you are”. Rex’s thick fingers press into your back as a low groan vibrates against your stomach causing a flurry of butterflies to fly in your stomach. Trailing your hands down his neck, you feel his jaw clench before you rest your hands on his blanket-clad shoulders. “Let someone else take the lead for a change,” you as you reach down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, “Would you like that?”

Rex cranes his neck to peer up at you. His cheeks sting with a light flush. “Please, cy’are,” he breathes out. A flame of need sparks inside his stomach, and Rex’s heart rate quickens when one of your hands slips underneath the blanket. The other slightly trails back up his neck. Your soft touch lingering on his pulse point makes him shudder a breath before one of your fingers tilts his chin upward. When Rex lays his eyes on you, no words could describe how ethereal you look in this moment. The bright morning rays beam around you, casting a glow throughout the room. A pang hits his chest and spreads through him, and Rex’s breathing picks up as you look at him with such tenderness. “I need you to show me the love I deserve”.

“You never have to ask me for that, Rex. Lay back for me, love,” you coax. Your fingertips lightly trail over his shoulders, and you push the blanket off him.

With a shaky breath, Rex eases himself onto the plush bed. The soft sheets and comfort invite his tense body to relax. To let himself selfishly let go of all the weight that makes his bones ache. His eyes flicker over your body as he watches you carefully straddle him. Where the two of you meet, sparks ignite underneath Rex’s skin every time your touch brushes against him. All he can focus on is how you look at him with a caring expression as your hands trails over his chest.

Your hips slowly grind against his cock, pulling a hesitant groan of pleasure from Rex’s lips. “Doing so well for me, Rex,” you sigh. Pulling your hands from his chest, you lightly trace alongside his arms to guide his hands to your waist. “Tell me how you need me,” you breathe out. As you look down through your lashes, pride swells in your chest when Rex’s cheeks flush. The growing blush allows you to notice the faint freckles that peek through and make your heart skip a beat. You don’t think there’s a single other man in the galaxy that could look this beautiful.

“Cy’are, please,” Rex quietly mumbles. His mind begins to fog when you rock against his semi-hard cock. His fingers flex into the plushness of your waist, trying to hold himself back from bucking up into you. Sweat pricks his forehead, and it feels as if his skin has been lit aflame. From your tender care to the simmering emotions at the back of his mind, Rex feels sensitive to your gentle caress. Darting his tongue across his bottom lip, Rex closes his eyes with a low moan when you bend down to kiss his neck. Your lips feel feather light in contrast to the thundering rush at his pulse point when you lightly bite down to leave a love bite.

Pulling away from his neck with a soft kiss to the mark you left, you hum: “Going to have to be more specific, love”. A faint whine breaks past Rex’s lips, and he takes in a sharp inhale when you still your hips. You rest your arms on either side of his head to lean down and hover just above him. Your lips barely touch his as you tease, “Use your words, pretty boy. As much as I love to hear all your little whimpers and moans, you need to tell me how you want me to fuck you”.

Rex’s fingers dig into your body while his heart hammers in his chest. Everything feels overwhelmingly hot to the touch. A whirlwind of lust and desire rages inside him as Rex tries to process your words, but the only thing he can latch onto is how soft you feel. Desperate to pull you closer, Rex’s voice drops as he begs, “I need you to make me forget everything else. Just need you, only you”.

“Doing so well for me, Rex. Need you to move your legs closer to me, alright?” you encourage him. Rex carefully pulls his legs up so his thighs support your back. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you lean on one arm to guide one of his hands to your upper thigh. Desire pools in your stomach as you let Rex explore your body. Your core aches as his fingers trail up your thigh, and his middle finger ghosts over your entrance. “Look at me,” you whimper, “Want to see your gorgeous eyes, Rex”.

Rex’s eyes flutter open, and his heart hurts from how stunning you look above him. His gaze flickers across your face as he sinks one finger into you. Every detail of your expression that changes with ecstasy as he starts to prep you, Rex commits it to memory. Never wanting to forget the moment he finally realized what love is supposed to feel like.

Your core aches with need as Rex’s finger just barely grazes your sensitive spot. Grinding down his hand, you try to press him closer to where you need him most, but all it pulls is a frustrated whine as Rex somehow curls his finger just in time to avoid hitting it. “More,” you moan and look down at him with a half-hooded gaze. Your cheeks flame as a small smirk quirks at the corner of Rex’s lips. Even though this morning is focused on Rex’s needs, something in the back of your mind recognizes that he needs to feel some semblance of control before he can fully relax. Letting him take care of you in this moment, your mouth parts in a silent moan as he adds another thick finger to stretch you.

Rex’s cock aches and drips with precum when your walls squeeze around his fingers. Watching with a hazy gaze as his fingers pump inside of you, Rex bites down on his lip to hold back a strangled groan. His head falls back onto the plush mound of blankets behind him, and Rex feels himself start to sink into blissful anticipation. Over the rush of pleasure coursing through him, Rex can faintly hear you praise him. Your tender voice sends shivers down his spine, and he can’t help quickening his mevements. After a few more curls of his fingers, Rex feels you shudder as you let out an airy moan. “Please, mesh’la. Need to feel you around my cock. Been so good for you,” Rex begs. His voice strains when your hand drags lazily from his wrist to the patch of curls just above where he needs your touch most.

“Been so good for me, Rex. My beautiful boy - going to give you just what you need because you asked so kindly,” you hum. Your heart stammers when Rex carefully pulls his hand away from you and rests it on your hip once more. Grasping his thick cock, you lightly give him a few pumps and spread the precum building at the tip up his length. You watch Rex hiss and arch his back off the bed. His strong thighs tense as you lean back against them and line his tip to your entrance. Pausing just before you continue, you move your other hand on his hip to steady yourself. Something sits heavy on your tongue as you watch the blush grow up his neck and hear him slur out a string of mando’a. Your voice drops as you remind him, “Eyes on me, Rex, or this stops right now”. In a flash, Rex’s neck cranes up so his molten gold gazed locks onto you. His needful expression makes your body sting with desire, and it flames throughout your core as you slowly sink onto his cock. It stretches you to the point where it makes you feel dizzy. Both of you moan when your hips rest against his. Your nails dig into his skin, and Rex’s moan breaks into a whimper.

“You alright, pretty?” you lightly pant. Your head still fuzzy with the buzzing excitement, but the sight of Rex’s lashes fluttering shut and his plush lips parting cause you to pause. Your breathing slows, but your heart beat is deafening. The sight of your lover beneath you - chest quickly rising and falling as his hands slightly shake while holding you - that sears a promise of devotion to this man across your skin, signed by the small bruises of his fingertips.

Rex peers up at you through his lashes. The morning rays now beam down behind you and highlight the planes of your body. A bead of sweat falls down the expanse of your neck, and Rex’s greedy gaze follows it. Your words fall mute on his ears as he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist to hold you as close as possible. His lips ghost the shell of your ear, “M-more, mesh’la. Need you closer”. Feeling you squeeze around him and rest your hands on the backs of his shoulders, Rex drops his head with a strained breath to trail his lips down your neck. He lightly drags his tongue to chase the sweat bead of sweat and lightly bites down. As you ride him, a mix between a whine and growl grows at the back of his throat. Rex rests his lips against the love bite and moans your name as you quicken your movements. Lost in how warm you feel wrapped around him and how your hearts race against your chests, Rex sinks into the comfort of your embrace. “Fuck,” he whimpers, “Cya’re, you’re doing so well. Never going to be able to go without you now”.

“Always going to be by your side, Rex,” you gasp. The tip of Rex’s cock hits your sensitive spot with each thrust, and you feel the burning pleasure bubble inside of you. Lightly dragging your nails from his shoulders down his back, you press your hands into the strong muscle of his torso to pull yourself closer to him. “I adore you. Nothing’s going to keep me from being with you,” you promise, “I can’t wait to fall in love with you, because you’re everything good in the galaxy”.

In that moment, Rex completely breaks under your tender touch and devotion. The last cord of control snaps inside of him, and Rex curses in Mando'a as his hips buck up to meet yours. His hands squeeze your waist in encouragement, and Rex pulls away from your neck to rest his forehead against yours. Warmth blazes between the two of you, which only makes Rex feel more dizzy as he meets your love drunk expression. With one last thrust, both of you moan each other’s names as you cum together.

Every part of your body stings with sensitivity when the searing pleasure finally snaps inside your core. Barely able to meet Rex’s blown out gaze, your eyes flutter shut momentarily while your chest arches into his. Even though your thighs shake, you continue to ride out your orgasm and pull soft sighs from Rex’s lips. His hands feel comforting while they smooth over your skin, leaving a trail of sparks wherever they touch. They press into your lower back when you ease off him, and Rex guides the two of you to lay on the bed once more.

Rex’s once hesitant touches, now grow needy as he traces the slopes and planes of your body with reverence. One hand comes to cradle the back of your neck and bring you to rest your head on his chest. His thundering heart rate begins to slow as he matches each of your breaths. Rex has always known that he carries the weight of war and his brother’s safety on his shoulders, but he’s never known just how heavy his responsibility and bleeding heart weighs. Until he’s been able to let himself rest and know another’s love.

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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My headcanons for rex in love with a jedi reader

Like i promised hehe

This gif does things to my heart I can't- also I have a huge headache rn but that isn't gonna stop me from simping f💀

A/n at the end please read!!and enjoy

It really all starts when anakin mentions you saying that your headed to their current planet due to unforeseen circumstances with your own mission.

rex doesn't think much on it just another jedi general he has to work with right?

Wrong- Once reader heads off that shuttle opens and you come out mans ceases to function

inwardly of course i don't see rex as someone who shows that he's nervous a lot,once he knows someone close enough he’ll show that side of himself.

Ahsoka who joined anakin noticing something's off with rex obviously

after your first initial meeting rex doesn't really think much on these emotions. I mean its just a small crush right?

Right???

nah the universe has other plans for this man-

Insert slight fumbled in words when you suddenly appear out of nowhere asking him where anakin is(which is totally not a ploy by the reader just to see him)

and when you ask him to show you how he usually leads through battle he's more than happy to oblige but while doing so you detect a sense of nervousness from him

These so called “Temporary feelings” didn't really seem to go away even after you been here for a few months.But...i dont think rex minds it all that much as when he figured them out. And i'm definitely sure his men notice the slight change whenever your around,so does anakin and ahsoka XD

After order 66

Obviously rex wasn't there when your own men attack you, escaping just barely.

However he receives a tip from the martinez sisters that a mysterious person helped them on a mission and gave them coordinates should they ever need them again.

Rex doesn't assume its you, Maybe another clone deserter.

his way other there is bumpy however he makes it to the given coordinates and is surprised to see not a clone. But the Jedi general that had made him nervous all that time ago.

Of course your startled thinking he was there to kill you

But he puts down his weapon.

After this reunion the you offer rex to stay a while as he decides what to do

to which he lowkey thinks ‘ah,they don't wanna stay with me?’(mf just ask-)

Which he does which makes you both go :0

despite being shocked reader accepts and they soon leave together

Rex and reader become very good partners and i imagine everyone they meet is like “You two are very beautiful couple!”

“Were not couple...”(Yet)

small glances at each other when each one thinks one is not looking

when you have nightmares of order 66 rex tries his best to comfort you after.

Tbh i think rex would be the sweetest next to wrecker in terms of affection

hed show them through his actions rather this words

he will start getting more and more confident throughout your time together

Id like to think when he does tell reader his feelings reader will tell him too, interrupting each other.

Its a very sweet confession, and passionate one long overdue.

A/n:AHHH i dont think this ones very good, but i wanted to write rex so badly and tried to stay close to him as possible. uhm so like your girl hasn't watched clone wars yet- IM SORRY in my defense i don't have disney plus atm TwT Also if you made it this far,do you guys like long fics? i noticed i write a lot...i like it!!but i'm not sure if that's something you as the readers like. so please leave me feedback!!! i'm trying to learn^^also i didn't just go off from what i saw in on eclip of rex,i literally binged watch all the clips of him on YT bhdcikshdshodisj.

#star wars #the clone wars #captain rex #captain rex x you #captain rex x reader #captain rex x y/n #captain rex headcanon

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sinfulsalutations · 1 year

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𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴇx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʀᴇx ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ-ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ.

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➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.7ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴡᴇʟᴘ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴛʀᴀꜱʜ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴇꜱꜱ. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʀɪᴘᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. ꜱᴏᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴏ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

It wasn’t far till dawn; the dark sky no longer sucked in everything surrounding it into darkness, taking on a new, bright blue color, and the bustling of Coruscant slowly rose again as the early risers of the city began the day. Rex’s brain was wired strictly to wake up at 0600; but at 0640, he barely stirred beside her, even when she began to slowly detach herself from his grasp.

The night before was filled with something rough and desperate, a love that was only reserved for when they were truly, completely alone. Then, he let himself lose just an ounce of control; tugged at her hair, gripped her wrists, buck into her core almost rabidly. It wasn’t much, but it was the most he ever let down. And she knew damn well and treasured it greatly.

But now, after the harshness of last night, was something else entirely; tender and loving. With his grasp as he slept, he was grateful; thanked her over and over again endlessly for her presence in his life, the fact that he could go to her apartment and come home to such a gift. He could never thank her or express his gratitude enough.

Possibly that's why he gripped her wrist when she tried to slip out of bed.

She gasped softly, and his eye, still half closed, opened completely and met hers. Her hair was not as neatly brushed back as she liked it, no thanks to his hands. Only wearing panties and the top of his blacks, the soft skin of her thighs looked so delectable under the soft light of dawn.

“I thought you were asleep,” She rasped out, voice hoarse. He grinned, very softly, only a fragment of the happiness he felt in her presence, and shook his head. Half of his face was still buried in a pillow.

“Why’d you think you could sneak out?” He asked her. She raised an eyebrow, slightly bewildered.

“I’m just going to turn off the lights.” She gestured toward the bathroom. Just as they left it when they fell asleep, the bright yellow lights in the bathroom peeked through the door. Under the door to the hallway, he could see light pouring through as well.

Rex grumbled, pouting a little just to entice her. She knew how strict she was about turning off the lights; paying the electric and water bills in a city like Coruscant wasn’t easy. She must’ve been itching the second she noticed to quickly sneak out, turn off the lights, and return to Rex in bed. But he was finding it difficult to have her leave that long, especially when he was getting deployed that afternoon. He didn't want to waste any second not in her presence, not in her arms; frankly, he did 't know how long he'd be gone for, how long a holopic will the the only way he could see her smile; he wanted to savor every single moment possible.

“It’ll be quickm I swear,” She said, and slipped out before trying to tug her wrist away from him. She managed to free her wrist from his grasp, but he rolled closer to where she walked too, outstretching an arm to her.

“Quick is too long,” He complained; while she huffed, he only smirked and leaned the top of his body off the bed, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her back into the bed.

“Rex!” She squealed out, giggling as his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her in place on his lap as he kissed her neck insistently. His hands moved up, coming to softly cup the side of her breasts, and she sighed softly, her body falling victim to his touches.

She could feel the smirk that formed when she relaxed.

“So I guess you’re staying.”

She gasped, realizing the little plan he initiated, and shoved herself off of him. Limp, he fell backward, his back colliding with the bed as his mouth fell open.

“C’mon!”

“You tricked me,” She retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. This only caused his eyes to drift downward to where her breasts pushed together, and she scoffed and dropped her arms, stomping her foot lightly. “Whatever. I’ll be back.” And with an accusing finger pointed at his smug face, she turned around quickly and went to turn off all the lights around the apartment.

Rex sighed and let his head roll backward. As his eyes fluttered closed, he drifted away, trying to focus only on the sound of her distant footsteps and humming. A small smile crept up on his face; he relaxed a bit more even, practically sinking into the mattress.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the time he was fully up again, he could hear the sizzling of something over the stove in the other room. With a heave, he pushed himself off the bed and walked into her kitchen, seeing her prode at a pancake on a pan. Rex groaned and dipped down, taking heavy steps before he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. His lips formed a petty, cute little pout when they found a spot to rest on the side of her neck.

“You lied,” he said once he finished kissing over a little bruise he left the night before.

She hummed, faux confusion laced in.

“You didn't come back to bed.”

She sighed, dropping the utensil onto the pan, and covered his hands with her own, sloppily interlacing their fingers.

“You were out like a light by the time I came back”

“What time is it now?”

She hesitated. But eventually, the words slipped out meekly.

“0900”

Rex just managed to suppress any large reaction, and instead decided to pinch at the soft skin of her thigh ever so slightly. She squealed.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He interrogated, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder. It rose and fell as she shrugged, looking the other way guiltily.

“Looked like you needed the sleep,” She commented, moving the pancake around aimlessly. “Would you grab a plate for me, please?”

“Of course, cyare,” He said, rather cheekily, but still did it immediately at her request. Not once did his other hand move from where it rested on her stomach while he did the job; he was firmly pressed against her back, with no plans of moving any time soon. She lifted the pan and slid the pancake onto the plate he held out for her, going to grab the bowl of batter to pour another.

“Thank you, cyare,” She mimicked the pet name he always endearingly called her. He couldn't see her face very well, but he just managed to catch the way her lips tilted upward cheekily. The rest he could fill in himself in his mind.

“Why are you so relentless about that name?”

“I’m not!” She defended herself. “I just think it’s really cute, you know? How you call me that” She turned her head around to face him. A little smile just managed to creep up, and it spread to his infectiously.

“Hm, you love it.” He finished the sentence with a soft kiss on her neck, and as she flipped the pancake onto the uncooked side. She didn’t disagree, not even close. But she didn’t respond either; she hummed along to a tune, a tune they had heard the night before and danced to when she dragged him onto the floor at 79’s, practically on her knees begging for just one song. He didn’t say no to her, how could he? But what they did wasn’t really dancing. It was more of Rex slowly rocking himself back and forth his two heels while she took the lead, and even that just turned into a shameless grind surrounded by a crowd of his brothers and their own companions. But the song that soundtracked the moment had been engraved in his head, quite quickly for such a short period of time. He remembered it well when she began to hum the tune, rather sloppily.

It felt like an eternity she took making the pancakes, until finally when Rex had begun to doze off in the crook of her neck, she turned around in his arms. Her hands met at the back of his neck, pressing him closer to her frame.

“I wanted to treat you,” She added. When he flashed her a sly skeptical look, she shrugged defensively. “I don’t know how long you’ll be gone for.”

That was the comment that almost had Rex get lost in his thoughts again. That same dreaded feeling that plagued him when he was away from her, anticipating that every day out in battle could be his last. She saw the shift in his eyes, and she quickly changed the subject, coming up to stroke his cheek.

“You treat me so well, I felt a little guilty.”

He seemed perplexed. Eyes still glued to hers, he gripped onto the backs of her thighs, swiftly lifting her up and moving them toward the counter, sitting her atop it beside the two fresh plates of pancakes.

“Why would you think that?” He asked her. Gingerly, his chin tilted up and he softly placed a lingering, groggy morning kiss on her lips. She seemed to be more awake than he was; she reciprocated enthusiastically.

“You treat me better than the universe ever did.”

Her chin dipped down and she hid her sweet little grin. He firmly lifted her head up to catch the smile.

“I’m serious, cyare,” His hands came to cup her cheeks, softly stroking the eyebags hanging under her eyes, trying to smooth them out under the pads of his thumbs. She appreciated the sentiment, but it was hard to imagine it would do any repairing.

“I know,” She said softly, dipping down and kissing his nose, so incredibly soft. “I know you think that.”

Rex huffed, before going in with his hands, taking off a piece of one of the pancakes and popping it into his mouth. As he chewed, he shook his head in disapproval. And with a rough swallow, he finished his thought, so assured in what he was saying.

“And I know it's true.”

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