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djarrex · 5 hours ago

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I was so excited to see you posted an update! I'm obsessed with this story.

In awe of how you write Rex. The mental battles of both of them and the delicious smut - so well written 😌

They're both so obviously emotionally attached to one another and my girl here is too afraid to admit it even to herself. Meanwhile, Rex is beautifully Rex about it. I need them to figure their shit out please 😩

So eager for the next part!

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓— f!reader x captain rex. 13.5. ao3

you get the date you were hoping for, not the date you were expecting. previous. masterlist.

It’s been thirty minutes. The waitress has passed your table apologetically three times, topping off your wine instead of waiting for the glass to empty. You shake your hair back, out of your face, though you think it might serve better to cover it up– there are tears of shame churning in the back of your throat.

Another sip of wine. Maybe you should just order fries.

Another sip of wine. If they aren’t coming, you should just order fries.

Another sip of wine. Celeste’s house isn’t far. You could wear this outfit out to a bar. You should wear this outfit out, you look nice and approachable. At least you think so. Just girlish enough for a first date. Just womanly enough to show that you’re a true marriage prospect.

Don’t want to scare anyone off. You’re good at scaring people off.

You don’t even want to get married.

You pick unseen lint off your dress.

Behind you, the door jingles. Again. You turn around to see if maybe it’s your date. You can hear Jolie’s voice in your head: “He’s attractive! Red hair, tall. You can’t miss him.” He’d been talked up quite a bit, and with each passing second, the built up image was lowering. The once reputable businessman was now a college boy with one pillow on his bed.

It’s two men who enter.

Both faces are familiar.

You make eye contact with the most familiar of the two. Amber eyes widen in surprise, just as yours do.

Rex looks handsome, just as handsome as he was the last time you saw him. There’s a cut over his eyebrow currently, which has a few pieces of medical tape on it. His hair is cut so short it’s barely there, as if it’s freshly done.

Quickly, you return back around.

This is embarrassing. Your heart thrums away in your chest.

Another sip of wine.

“Table for two?” A server asks, coming over to Rex and Fives.

Fives waits for Rex to respond for them, like he normally would. However, when he looks over, he finds his brother focused on other things. Other things: a pretty woman with her back to them, wine glass to glossy lips.

Weird.

“We’ve got an order for pickup,” Fives says. “Under Skywalker.”

“Oh!” The server nods. “I’ll be right back. The kitchen just finished up.”

She turns and leaves, just as you catch one or glance over your shoulder. Fives nudges Rex with his shoulder.

“You feeling okay, captain?” Fives asks.

Rex clears his throat, looking over at the other man. “What?”

Fives leans in, keeping his eyes trained on glossy hair and exposed shoulders. “Think she likes you,” Fives whispers, though it’s Fives, so it’s not much of a whisper.

“Drop it,” Rex mutters. His mind moves a million miles per second. What is the likelihood that he’s running into you again. His heart skips a beat when he remembers both of your prior encounters. Shame fills the tips of his ears when he remembers how often his daydreaming had fluttered out of control.

The hum on Fives’s lips is brotherly at best. Teasing at worst. “Maybe she was looking at me.”

“I said drop it, Fives,” Rex repeats. He reaches into his pocket for the credits they’d been sent with.

“Maybe I’ll go say something to her,” Fives presses. He won’t, but it still rubs Rex the wrong way.

“She’s…” Rex’s voice trails off. His original statement: She’s clearly here with someone doesn’t seem too true. There are three glasses on the table: two waters and a wine glass that rests in your hand. And one of the waters was full, with a thick puddle of condensation around it.

The server returns with four large brown bags of food.

“Here you go!” She says cheerly, handing them over to Fives.

Rex pays her. Both he and Fives get back onto the street, before Rex hesitates.

“What is it?” Fives asks.

“I’ve got– I’ll meet you back at the ship,” Rex says.

Fives squints at Rex. “If you gotta piss, I’ll wait for you.”

“No, I– It’s a long story,” Rex says. “I’ll meet you back at the ship.”

The door jingles again. Once more, you look back over your shoulder. It’s deja vu– Your eyes widen again, surprised upon seeing Rex again.

The server comes over to him. “Did we forget something?”

“Oh, no, it’s, I just…” Rex gestures vaguely over to you.

“Oh!” The server's eyes light up. “Oh, she’s going to be so excited you’re here.”

Rex thinks she’s got him confused with someone else. (She does. He’d never have you waiting for him.)

She leads Rex over to your table, a beaming smile on her face. “Guess who’s here!”

You look up at Rex, lips round in surprise.

“Rex,” you say.

He returns your name. There’s a moment of hesitation, where the server’s eyes bounce between the two of you, expectant.

After a beat, Rex takes the seat across from you.

“What are you doing here?” You both ask at the same time. Then: “You first.”

You laugh softly at it. The ridiculousness of the situation.

Another sip of wine.

“I’m supposed to be on a date,” you admit. “With a tall, redheaded man.”

Rex’s eyes widen. He places his hands on the table as if to stand. “Oh, I’ll go.”

“He hasn’t shown up in…” you look at the analog watch on your wrist. “Thirty-three minutes. I don’t think he’s coming.”

Rex doesn’t know who in their right mind would stand you up. “He must be insane.”

You can’t help the fluttering eye roll that follows. “I think I’m the insane one for waiting this long. What are you doing here?”

“This is one of my general’s favorite restaurants,” Rex replies. “He got us all dinner tonight.”

“He’s got good taste,” you say.

The server comes back, this time addressing Rex. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oh, I’m not–” “We need just a moment longer.”

“Of course.”

The server leaves you two alone again.

You and Rex stare at each other.

“Do you have to get back to…” you trail off, not knowing exactly where Rex needs to get back to. All you know is that he has to get back somewhere.

“I’ll catch up later,” Rex says, brushing it off. “I felt– It felt like it would have been a crime to not come and say anything to you.”

“Don’t exactly need you to call me when you’re going to be in town if I’m going to run into you everytime, do I?” You ask, leaning forwards on the table. “Would have been nice to know, though. Then I wouldn’t have scheduled this tonight.”

Had you not scheduled this tonight, you wouldn’t have seen Rex. Instead, you’d have been at a friends house, or at a bar, or in your own apartment. You don’t let yourself linger with that for too long.

“Wouldn’t have seen you otherwise,” Rex says. “Um. Force works in mysterious ways and all that.”

You can’t help but giggle at that. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Rex agrees, his smile caused by your own.

“They have good beers here,” you say. “If you’re going to get something.”

Rex feels torn. He would love to stay with you, have a meal, have a drink or two, end the evening however it ends. Maybe in the way it always seems to. However. He can’t just go AWOL on his brothers like this.

Rex searches your eyes. You blink slowly at him. He swears you might be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“Give me a second,” Rex says. He leans back in the chair, reaching into the pocket of his pants. He produces a small comm chip, and glances over at you. Already, he’s explaining himself. “It’s military.”

“It’s fine.”

Rex doesn’t think it is. He should call you. Your number is in his quarters.

He presses the button on it, illuminating it green. “Hey, this is Rex. I’m going to be late coming back.”

“Morning,” you mouth at him.

“I’ll be back in the morning,” Rex relays.

“Rex?” Rex takes a deep breath, recognizing the familiar tone of General Skywalker’s voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ll be back in the morning by O-800.”

“Ten?” You mouth, trying your luck.

Rex smiles, his eyes crinkling as he shakes his head. There’s a beat of silence.

When Anakin speaks next, there’s a smile on his voice. “Got it. See you in the morning.”

Rex slips the communication device back in his pocket. In his mind’s eye, the scene back at the ship is clear. There’s whatever story Fives has concocted, mixing with the general’s knowledge of the recent slips in Rex’s concentration. He diverts his full attention to you. There’s no need to focus on that.

“The beers here are good,” you repeat, sliding the drink menu over to him by the pads of your fingers.

Rex accepts it, glancing over the menu.

“Do you come here often?” Rex asks.

Nostalgia pulls at your heart. The first time Rex has asked you that it had seemed so accidental. “I’ve been known to spend an evening or two here.”

“So you know what’s good?”

You nod. “How hungry are you?”

Truthfully, Rex was prepared to demolish everything that had been bought for him. Pasta, salad, bread, soup. In that order, too. He thinks there was dessert ordered as well.

“Hungry,” Rex decides on.

“We can get a couple of things to share.”

There’s a crisp beer in front of Rex, along with a fresh glass of water. In front of you, your wine glass has been refilled, and you’re certainly beginning to feel it, especially as you order. Your accent slips out as you point along the menu, eventually getting to one of the dishes and glancing over at Rex.

“You don’t have any dietary anything, do you?”

Rex shakes his head.

You continue ordering.

Rex’s gaze remains fixed on your profile, the way you glance from the menu to the server and nod along with her as you order. Your earrings bobble with you, and your hair moves too. The bracelet on your wrist delicately hangs while you point, and Rex can’t help but be painfully reminded of how well his hand had fit around your wrist, how it had slid up to hold your hand, how–

The menus are cleared.

Your legs slide out to rest your ankle against the side of Rex’s leg.

“Can you tell me why you’re on Naboo again?” You inquire.

Rex takes a sip of his beer. It is good. Crisp. Refreshing. “Let me think about it.”

Another sip of beer.

Another sip of wine.

“There’s a meeting happening,” Rex says. “That’s about all I can say, though.”

“We’re kind of having our own meeting,” you note.

“Are we?”

You nod. “Just two people, sharing dinner and drinks…”

“Is that all?” Rex asks. He leans forward to join your posture.

You nod. Then, you shake your head, hand coming up to play with your necklace and the little charm on it. “Maybe not. Not later.”

Rex’s gaze dips to follow your fingers and dutifully returns to your face.

“You blowing off your friends for me?”

“I’m not blowing them off…” Rex trails off. Your lashes are longer than they were last time he saw you. “I see them everyday.”

“Am I better company?”

“You are,” Rex agrees. Breath of fresh air. “What have you been up to?”

Humming, you swirl the wine around in your glass. “Getting stood up on dates.”

Rex shakes his head. He repeats his prior point: “That’s absolutely insane to me. Who would do that?”

You gesture to the restaurant with your hand. “Our example isn’t here to defend himself. But I agree.”

The first dish appears. It’s hummus with vegetables and bread. The hummus has a swirl of olive oil and roasted red peppers in the center.

“You have to actually eat this time. None of that ‘it’s too good’ bullshit,” you say. “The olive oil here is really good, I think you’ll like it.”

You’re right, of course. It’s creamy and delicious, melting away on his tongue. A hint of lemon, a citrus unlay to the warmth of the chickpea.

“Can I try your beer?” You ask, dancing your fingers along the table towards the beverage. “You can try my wine.”

“Sure,” Rex says, pushing the drink over to you.

A sip of beer. A sip of wine.

“You reading anything right now?” you ask.

“I am, actually. It’s about this girl who tames dragons.”

You pause. That is not what you expected. “Really?”

Rex nods. He drags his finger over the table as he talks, as if to keep him on track with the plot. “The main character is named Lessa, and she’s this princess who’s entire family’s been killed, but she’s survived by disguising herself as a servant. The only thing is that the dragons in Pern, where the story takes place, speak telepathically with the members of the royal family which is how they were tamed. When I left off, a dragon had gone crazy and Lessa had exposed herself as being part of the royal family by riding it.”

You blink at him. “What happened to your books on military strategy?”

“Needed an escape,” Rex replies.

You hum softly. “What’s it called? The book.”

“Dragonflight,” Rex says, dipping a cut of pita into the hummus. “It’s good.”

“It sounds like it,” you say. “How’d you find it?”

“Uh,” Rex hesitates. “The princess of Pantora recommended it.”

You raise your eyebrows. “That’s a pretty high caliber recommendation.”

Rex chuckles at that, “Yeah… It was in passing, but I wanted to check it out.”

“I suppose you can’t tell me what you were doing in the presence of a princess?”

Rex takes a drink of beer. “Honestly, I was thinking about you.”

“About me?” You ask.

Rex nods. A faint blush flushes on his ears. You bite your bottom lip, halting the smile from forming.

“You’re sweet,” you say.

Rex disagrees. You’re the sweet one, in his eyes. Rex is simply lucky to have caught your attention so many times.

You take a bite of an olive.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to telepathically communicate with dragons.”

Rex chuckles. “I would have been more impressed if you did.”

“Already impressed?”

“Yeah.”

It’s flattering to hear. After all, you’re no more than a simple girl who looks at art all day.

“Well.” You swirl your wine around for a moment before taking a sip of it. “I’m thinking about picking up a new hobby.”

How lovely. Rex has no hobbies— unless one was to count sitting around and making battle strategies hobbies. Or if one was to consider that his excellent deflecting skills were a hobby.

“What are you thinking about?” Rex asks.

“Bird watching,” you say. “The new intern we just got is really into it, and he’s got these really amazing sketches of the birds he sees. Apparently his parents just took him on this week long hiking trip to let him see some of the birds in the jungle, which seems so… Cool. I don’t know, I’m jealous of some twenty year old for having such an in depth hobby.”

“I don’t see many birds,” Rex says. Birds don’t like war. They run from the large sounds. Scamper at the first smell of violence.

“I’ll have to show you all the sketches I do, then.”

“No pictures?”

You pause. You hadn’t even thought of that— though it was probably the best option. Fastest, too.

“I could do that,” you say.

“But drawing is different,” Rex finishes for you.

“But drawing is different,” you agree with him.

Rex takes a bite of some of the food before the two of you. “Bird watching seems cool.”

“Does it? I’ve honestly always considered it an old person hobby.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Rex reminds you. “As far as I’m concerned, bird watching is a hobby young, beautiful women pick up.”

Your laugh is mostly a giggle. There’s a flirtatious roll of your wrist as you toss your hair back over your shoulder.

“You’re good,” you say, still smiling. “Maybe tonight when you come over I’ll show you some of the books I bought. And you can see my binoculars.”

A little smile crosses Rex’s features. “It sounds like you’ve been doing more than just thinking about it.”

“Well, maybe so.” Your face is warm. “I don’t know, I’ve just been really into them lately. Maybe one day I’ll get to go to Endor and see all the birds there. I’ve been watching this docu-series about Endor’s moon and all the life there…”

There was a mission planned to go to Endor’s moon and scout it out. Despite its sanctuary status, there have been encrypted radio transmissions coming from the little blip of life.

Rex doesn’t mention that. After all, you don’t like space travel.

Then, the reason why the mission hasn’t happened yet comes to mind:

“Isn’t there a black hole by Endor?” He asks.

You hum, lifting your eyebrows. “Is there?”

“Uh, I think so.” Rex lifts his hand to rub the back of his neck for a moment. “Yeah, I think so.”

Sighing, you pluck a bite off one of the plates. “Maybe by the time I’ve conquered my fear of hyperdrive, they’ll have sorted out the black hole.” An involuntary shudder shakes down your spine. “Ugh! Those freak me out too. I don’t know how you do it… I know space travel is safe and all but it just doesn’t seem right.”

Rex admires you, as you go on your little tirade about the freak nature of space travel. You look really pretty tonight. Printed dress, hair all nice and cascading down your back. Lips still glossy. He wonders if it tastes like anything.

Your lips aren’t moving anymore. Rex blinks, drawing his attention back to your eyes. They sparkle, in the pupil and on the lid.

“Huh?” How graceful of him.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him. “I lost you.”

The tips of Rex’s ears turn pink. He exhales. “Just, um, wondering. About your lips.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Should we leave?”

Rex glances down at the plates in front of you. You both have made good work on them, and only a few bites remain. He’s full enough.

“I think we should go,” you answer for him. You look around for your waitress, and as soon as you make eye contact she’s walking over.

Looking over at Rex, you ask: “What kind of pasta were you going to have?”

“What? Oh, um, I’m full,” Rex says.

“Are you? It’s for later,” you hum.

“I don’t need any,” Rex insists.

You don’t buy it. You order two pastas for takeaway, then ask for the bill. Turning back to Rex, you smile softly. “I’ll be hungry in a few hours. I don’t want to eat by myself.”

Rex nods.

“And you should eat too,” you tack on. “After all, I don’t want to deprive you of pasta from here.”

“You’re not depriving me of anything,” Rex assures you.

Brown bags are placed on the table and you hand over credits to the waitress without looking at the check. Rex recognizes these brown bags, they’re stamped with the same logo as the one you were holding when he saw you last.

The guilt of the secret eats him up inside, but he doesn’t say anything. That’s an ugly truth he doesn’t want to admit to you yet. One of many, one of many that he’s begun second guessing. He doesn’t need to worry you with it. He doesn’t.

You stand, then immediately take hold of your chair for balance. A little giggle slips through your lips, loosened by the alcohol and lightly covered by a hand.

Rex takes the bags and comes to your side. You exchange the chair for his arm, wrapping around his bicep.

“I didn’t think I had a lot to drink when I was sitting down… but now that I’m standing up… Oh my goodness…” You flutter your lashes up at Rex. “Help me walk home?”

“Want to do nothing more,” Rex says. You squeeze his bicep and hum, the two of you walking out of the restaurant. Immediately, a wash of humidity engulfs the two of you.

“It’s kind of a long walk home,” you say, apologizing without vocalizing it.

“That’s alright,” Rex says.

“It got gross out… It wasn’t like this when I left.” You stop in your tracks to pull a clip out of your purse, swooping it off your neck. Rex watches with rapt attention.

“It’s going to be the rainy season soon, isn’t it?” Rex asks.

You nod, reattaching yourself to Rex. “How’d you know?”

Rex shrugs. “Sometimes I know things.”

The comment causes both of you to laugh. You squeeze his bicep, rest your head on his shoulder momentarily.

On the walk home, you point out various parts of this neighborhood you occasionally drop by. Point out where Misha lives, a bakery you like, a park where you threw up after going to… that bar. Rex is an eager and willing audience for your tales.

The inside of your apartment isn’t any different from how Rex last saw it. There’s still the warmth, from all the lamps and warm colors sloshed about. It's humid, though. Sticky air. Thick air.

To you, it’s a nightmare. It's just as stale inside as it is outside. The humidity seems to have soaked into the walls. It’s bad this year. It’s been bad ever since the Trade Federation attacked, and all of the electric balls were released and the machines walked the plains.

“I have some fans,” you say, taking off your shoes. “Let me get them set up…”

You pop fans in your windows and turn them on, Rex following behind you the entire time. You turn on your dehumidifier in your bedroom, so by the time the two of you retired for the evening, the air would be somewhat dry. With the food in the fridge and cool glasses of water, you end up in your bedroom, where you look over at him in his long sleeves.

“Do you want to take that off?” You ask, already taking out your heavy earrings. You haven’t known Rex long at all, only having met him twice, but you feel like you’d known him a lifetime. To the point where you’re debating just taking off your makeup now.

Rex looks down at it, running a hand over his chest. “Uh, it’s fine. Made out of some fancy material that keeps you cool.”

Nodding, your jewelry collects in a bowl on your vanity. “I’m changing, my dress is stuck to me. So if you want to change, you can.”

You begin to reach behind you to slide down the zipper, but pause and look over at him.

“Come help,” you instruct.

Rex’s fingers are large against your delicate zipper. Slowly, he brings the metal down, revealing the strap of your bra and the expanse of your back. There’s a sheen of sweat there too, that was making the dress cling, that he has to fight to not lick off.

Rex is invited to watch as you change into cooler clothes. He sits on the ottoman at the foot of your bed, with his ankle crossed over his knee, attention raptured by you. You peel your sticky breasts off your nipples, shielding the, quite horrifying, removal from Rex by turning your back to him. He watches through the reflection in the mirror. He watches as you pull on a white tank top, and shorts, watches your nipples through the thin fabric.

It’s hot as can be. You keep your hair clipped up off your neck, and then finally turn your attention back to Rex. He straightens up as soon as he’s caught your attention again.

You smile at him, coming to stand in front of him. He spreads his legs for you to stand between them. “Watching?” You cup his jaw in your hand.

“If you don’t mind,” Rex says, tilting his head back to meet your eyes.

“I don’t mind,” you say, “It’s encouraged.”

Rex wets his bottom lip. Slowly, you lower yourself to sit on his lap. One hand snakes down to the hem of his shirt, gently lifting it up. Your hand slides under his shirt to slide across his stomach.

“What can I do to convince you to take off your shirt?” You hum.

His hand slides from your thigh to your waist, then to your lower back. “Maybe a kiss,” he admits, selfishly.

You smile, soft and glossy. Slowly, you lean in to press your lips against him. Rex is immediately engulfed by the comfort of your perfume, whole and warm, and the softness of your lips, coconut and wet. His tongue slides out, chasing after the taste of you, savoring it on his tongue.

The pull away is just as slow as the connection was. You press one last peck to his lips, leaving them glossy. Rex’s gaze holds yours. With a little smile, you reach and swipe the gloss away from Rex’s lip.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“‘S a gift,” Rex whispers.

His flattery brings a smile to your face. Rex’s hands reach to the back of his shirt, and pulls it over his head. With his chest exposed, you run your hand across it, pleased with the new expanse.

What a lucky lady you are.

“We should have some dessert,” you say, standing up. Rex’s hands slip off your body, slow like honey.

Immediately, Rex is thinking of all the desserts he could have. It embarrasses him, turning his ears pink. Your fingers dance over, thumbing over the warm shell.

“I was thinking about gelato,” you say through a smile. “But we can have all sorts of desserts after.”

“I wasn’t–”

He’s cut off by your smile, by the way you take his hand in yours and give him a little tug, encouraging him to stand up.

“Just a little gelato first,” you murmur, standing on your toes and kiss his chin, just to satisfy your need to play house.

On the couch, you and Rex share gelato straight from the container. It’s almost empty anyways, there’s just enough for the two of you to finish off and satisfy your sweet tooth.

Suddenly excited, you remember what you had promised Rex over dinner. “Oh! Let me show you the books I got!”

Taking one more bite of gelato, you leave the spoon in the container and stand, heading back towards the kitchen for the books. They’re in a perfect little stack, by the flowers that you need to replace. You plop back down beside Rex, making sure to keep your knee touching his thigh, and pick up the first book.

“So, this one is just on birdwatching. It’s by this professor of ornithology in Coruscant. What to wear, how to position yourself downwind so you don’t frighten them. I think it’s very interesting that no matter where you really go in the galaxy, birdwatching has these stagnant parts of it that are universal, y’know?”

Rex thinks for a moment. You seem to be waiting for his response.

“It’s comforting,” Rex says. “Things are the same in some places, no matter how… No matter how strange and different it is.”

“Are there birds on your home planet?” You ask.

“Nah. Whole planet is an ocean. There are some flying fish, but… No birds. No feathers.” Rex sets the gelato on the table as you’re talking. He stretches his arm along the backside of your couch, watching as you hold each book up for him to look at. They’re real books too, printed on paper and not just on a data pad.

“Are you amphibious?”

Rex chuckles. “No.” He wants to change the topic as quickly as possible, so looking over your lap he points at the next book. “What is this one about?”

You drop the topic, placing the first book on the coffee table and picking up the second one. “This one kind of goes with the next one…” So you pick up the other and hold both of them in your hands. Tapping the first one with the second, you carry on, “This one is just about Naboo’s wildlife in general. Flora, fauna, the works. I read the part on birds, and I figure I’ll get to the rest of it later, but I’m really only interested with the birds…” You set the book down on the table.

“Actually, I’ve met the author of these books, ‘cause they’re written by the same professor. Thandor Kryn. We were at this– You know what, it’s not important,” you brush that off. “Anyways, he wrote a book just on birds and I picked it up. It’s really interesting, because he has all these parts of the book that basically come to life. Technology scares me but this is just cool…”

Opening up the book, it illuminates into a hologram. You flip through, and are able to select certain parts that have bird calls in them, along with directions on how to recreate them yourself.

“It makes me a little sad that I couldn’t get a paper copy of the book, but I get why.” You shut the book and set it on the table. Selecting the last one, you adjust yourself on the couch. “This one is my favorite. So before I read this book, I had never heard of Endor, right? But then I read this book… And oh my goodness, hearing about all the birds and everything was mind blowing. Like there are so many kinds, and look, look at these pages.”

You open the book and show off the glossy pages and the full color images.

“This is my favorite bird out of the book,” you say, pointing at one. Already, the book is creased to fall open at this page. Your focus is on the little image. “This is called the humming peeper. They’re found in little families and come out during the afternoon, and are often found to put people to sleep. They’re more like trickster spirits, right? Coming out and putting people to sleep and leaving them vulnerable. But they’re also known to take away nightmares and give good nights of sleep to those that feed them and take care of them. Anyways, this author has other books that are about Endor as a whole, and I went ahead and bought the digital copies. Which aren’t as great, because I don’t want to be taking my reader into the bathtub or anything, but it’s fine. It’ll get the job done.”

“This is pretty cool,” Rex says, looking from the pages to you. “You said you got binoculars?”

“Oh! I did,” you stand, and a pang of regret shoots through Rex that you’re no longer sitting beside him. You pluck a container from your bookshelf and bring it over, showing it to him. “Binoculars.”

Opening up the container, Rex is met with a pair of binoculars he’s relatively experienced with. There’s a similar model in his helmet. The generals have some like this.

“These are nice,” Rex says, a little surprised.

“I might have gone overboard buying them,” you say, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“You know how to use them?” He asks.

“I read the manual,” you say. “Why, are you offering to teach me?”

Rex smiles softly. “Maybe. Would you take me up on it?”

“Of course. I’d be a fool not to.”

Rex sets the binoculars on the table and extends his arm along the back of the couch again. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head against his forearm.

“Maybe when the war is done, you can come birdwatching with me.”

Rex swallows. He doesn’t think the war will be done in his lifetime. Struck down by battle or not.

He doesn’t mention this. Instead, he smiles softly at you. “Maybe.”

“I think it would be fun,” you say, all gentle through your lashes. “You deserve a little fun.”

“I’m having fun right now,” Rex says. He adjusts so one of his legs is bent on the couch and he’s fully facing you.

“Yeah?”

Rex nods. He holds your gaze in such a way it makes you warm under the lack of scrutiny. He’s truly gazing, brown eyes like melted amber, like dark maple syrup in the sunlight.

“Do you get scared?” You ask suddenly. Quietly.

Rex blinks at the abruptness of the question. “What?”

“Like… you must see so much violence. Do you get scared?”

Rex is quiet for a moment. He drops his gaze down to his lap for a moment before back to you. “Yeah. But not in the moment… It’s after. When I’m processing everything. Like that first moment of quiet.”

You nod. “I don’t know why I asked that, that’s so personal. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Rex says.

You bring your hand up to rest your hand on his forearm, right in front of your face by Rex’s elbow. “I just have so many questions.”

“Really?” Normally no one has questions for him. For any clone.

“Yeah,” you say. You rub your hand up to his bicep before back down. You look from your hand back to him. “What do you do for fun?”

“Like during downtime?”

You nod.

Rex has to think for a moment. “I like watching documentaries by myself.”

“What kinds?”

“Nature… It feels nice while in space. ‘Cause it’s so quiet.”

“I think it’s human to want to be around nature,” you comment. “You think we’ve watched the same ones?”

“Maybe.” There are many people on many planets who would argue that he’s not human. That he’s nothing more than a droid– no, nothing more than an eopie to slaughter.

“I bet you have access to so many through the military,” you say, a little wistful. “Do you have any on Endor?”

“I’m sure there’s some,” Rex says. “If they exist, I’ve never watched them. I’ll look the next time I have downtime, though.”

“You could call me too,” you tack on, a little girlish and wanting, hand resting on his thigh. Your thumb smooths over the fabric of his pants. “But there’s not much point in you calling me if you’re always running into me, is there?”

You meet Rex’s gaze through your lashes. Immediately, you break into a smile.

“I still have your frequency,” Rex says. He thinks about it, thinks about calling you when he’s supposed to be asleep, when the cycle of the ship is set to night. When he’s about to start watching a documentary and wants to see if you’re available to watch it at the same time with him. To have someone to come home to, just like in the movies.

“Do you?”

Rex nods. “Yeah.”

You smile. Your hand rests on his bicep again, long over the muscle. “Will you flex for me?”

There's a chuckle that Rex can’t help. “You have to lift your head up.”

The breath you take rises your back with its weight, as you wrestle with this. Eventually, you pick your head up. Rex curls his arm back, and the muscle in question rises, eliciting a giggle from you.

“I want to go into my bedroom,” you admit, hand tracing further up Rex’s body. You lean into his space as your hand travels, eventually resting on the back of his neck. You look from his lips to his eyes. “If that’s okay with you.”

It’s okay with him.

Your ceiling fan is on high. The windows are wide open, and one of your fans from the living room had been brought in, by Rex this time, and set up in a window. Naboo moves outside, nocturnal birds fly about, the ocean sloshes.

Sitting across Rex’s stomach, both of you are now shirtless. Your breasts press against his skin, the connection warm and needed. There’s a faint bulge you can feel through his boxers, pressing up against your ass, as you straddle his stomach. One hand rests on his pec, the other trails up to his face, dusting over where his eyebrow is stitched together.

“What happened to you?” You ask.

“Do you really want to know?” Rex asks.

You nod.

“Took the butt of a blaster to the face.”

You pout. Then, you lean in to press a featherlight kiss against it. Rex’s hand slides up the flat of your back, holding you close. His lips attach to the top of your breast, letting his lips lave over the flatness there.

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” you murmur, voice right above his ear.

“It’s okay,” Rex murmurs into your softness. “I’ve had worse.”

You brace your hands around his head. “Really? Will you show me?”

Rex swallows. His voice is a murmur. “Are you sure you wanna see?”

You nod. You’re not quite sure you do, as the horrors that exist beyond your little atmosphere terrify you to know end. But Rex’s chest shudders with his inhale, and you succumb to the vulnerability untying before you.

“I don’t have a lot… blaster shots cauterize on impact. And the bacta tanks heal you right up.”

Truly, Rex doesn’t want you to stop pressing your breasts against him. They’re soft. But you sit back upright and wait for him.

“I got shot here by a commando droid,” Rex says, fingers tracing a barely there scar on the center of his chest.

Your breath is shaky. “Do I want to know what that is?”

“No,” Rex says.

You press a kiss to the once-injured space. “But you’re okay now.”

“Was taken good care of,” Rex murmurs. For a brief moment, he’s in his imagination and you’re sitting at a handmade wooden table, he’s worked the fields all day, and there are two little children in the distance. He can’t see them, but he can hear them.

Shaking the wish from his mind, Rex continues to show you the faint map of his scars. There’s a now-knick on his side from when he was a cadet, that was once upon a time far more severe. A divot on his forearm from a barbed wire pulled taunt around him. He spares you the details.

You become distracted, however, by a collection of moles on his ribcage. Sliding your thumb over them, you lower yourself down to place a kiss on them. When you rise, you’re smiling wide.

“Y’know, they say moles are angel kisses,” you say.

“Y’must’ve left them last time,” Rex says.

You giggle, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. “Stop it. You’re being too sweet on me.”

“You’re gonna tell me to stop tellin’ the truth?” Rex asks, sitting up fully. His movements bring you to sink onto his lap. The warmth of his bulge presses against your core through your shorts.

“No…” you drag out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Rex takes a deep breath as his hands press up your back, pulling you closer. He wants to remember how soft you smell, how you smell round and whole. For when he’s deep in the pits of hell.

Your lips are soft against his. Rex hesitates, unable to process for a second that you’re kissing him. But his brain catches up, his lips slide alongside your own.

When you pull away, your lips are parted and your eyes are watery.

“I’m sorry,” you say, smiling out of embarrassment. “It’s a waxing moon, I’m about to get my period.”

Rex furrows his brows. He has no idea what any of that means. “Are you okay?” He asks, bringing his hands to your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” you say, hand going to wrap around his wrist. You lean into his touch. “I was just thinking about how soft you are and… You’re so gentle but you have to be surrounded by so much violence.”

What a lie he must be weaving, for you to think he’s gentle.

At his silence, you sniffle just like you had that day by the water. You wipe under your eyes.

“We can keep kissing,” you say.

“Are you sure?” Rex asks.

You nod. Your swallow is thick. Rex reattaches his lips to yours, slow and gentle. Just as you have painted him into your memories.

Rex lays you down. You’re guided onto your pillows, nested atop your duvet. You’d made your bed so well, expecting it to get messed up. You’d expected to have your hair pulled, to have your ass up, to be rammed into and love every minute of it.

But instead, Rex is over you. He’s still kissing you, letting your tongues slide against each other. Letting your lips open and close gently against each other. Your hand slides down his chest before back over it, then trails over his shoulder that’s working to keep him above you. It’s hard and defined under your touch.

You hook a leg around his waist, trying to pull him closer. To feel him press against you.

Rex grinds against you in a fluid, rolling motion. His boxers are tight against him, and made of a thin, breathable material that allows you to feel the warmth pool from him. He’s on his forearm, and as he rolls against you his chest brushes against your nipples.

It’s electric. Your fingernails scratch against Rex’s head, feeling the fuzz of his buzzcut beneath your palms. Arching your back, you press yourself further into him.

While he seems more than content to just keep kissing you, as his hands stay off of your body, you are not. You run your hands over his chest, over his nipples, down his front. Glide over his abs, he has abs, your fingers dip under the elastic of his boxers.

Rex’s breath hitches and he bucks against you.

He pulls away to apologize, but you’re already smiling at him, glowing at the reaction. He loses his voice.

Your hands fall away from his boxers to instead touch yourself. There’s a patch of wetness at the base of your underwear, and you tap against it to feel it.

Rex should feel this.

You look from his lips to his eyes. Unilluminated, they’re this warm brown that you could get lost in.

“You should feel me,” you whisper to him.

Rex swallows. You nod at him.

“You might want to taste, too.”

Oh. Rex slides down your body. He leaves a kiss to your sternum, then glances over at your breast before up at you. A please in his eyes.

“You don’t need to ask,” you murmur.

Rex’s eyes flutter shut as he bows his head, lips pressing a line of adoration to your breast. To your nipple. His tongue flattens over the peak, wetting it and warming it, before his mouth closes around the bud.

He could stay here for hours, swirling his tongue and flicking it and sucking. The movements feel good, bordering on a preview for your aching clit. You bite your lip and shift slightly below him.

His other hand reaches up to grope your other breast. As his calluses smooth over the soft skin, you let out a pleased sigh. He thinks your breasts feel softer, heavier, plump. Why would he ever want to stop touching?

He switches sides, and those calluses feel electric over the spit sheened nipple. Your hand comes up to rest on his wrist, tan and large.

Rex pauses his ministrations and looks up at you. You look down at him. Your hand creeps up and flattens over Rex’s, using his fingers to grope your breast.

The two of you hold each other’s gaze.

“Why’d you stop?” You ask softly.

“Thought you wanted me to,” Rex replies. “I didn’t want to keep doing something you weren’t comfortable with.”

Your eyes soften, then you lean your head back against the pillows.

“You can’t say things like that,” you say, looking up at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong with it?” He slowly rises up your body.

“You’re being too considerate.” You don’t meet Rex’s gaze. Instead, your eyes remain trained on the ceiling, as if the white plaster is going to be cool enough to quell certain, stoking fires within you.

Rex’s brows furrow. Considerate is a good thing, isn’t it? He reaches for your face, cupping your jaw and, without speaking, asking you to meet his eyes.

You meet his confused gaze. Jolie always talks about this wild, crazed sex she has with clones. Battle adrenaline. It courses through them and leaves her in full nelsons that she talks about too loud at meals.

With a sigh, you wrap your hand around his wrist, pressing your cheek into his palm. You should take considerate sex when it’s offered to you. Who knows, you might even classify tonight as making love.

“Don’t listen to me. I’m just being silly,” and self conscious.

“You’re…” Rex searches for the right word. “More… you’re in your head tonight.”

The stakes are less here, in your linen covered bed, than they are on the battlefield, where in your head could cost you everything. Has cost good men everything.

You’re quiet again. You look down at Rex’s chest, letting your hand rub up and down his arm. It’s so nice, toned and firm beneath your touch.

“I’m… I’m really glad you’re here, okay?” How silly, to be this attached. How silly…

“I’m really glad to be here.”

You flutter your gaze at Rex for a moment before dropping it.

“I feel…” you take a heavy breath, a heavy swallow, “My ego is really bruised from being stood up tonight.” Shame courses through your body. You’re not only admitting this, you’re admitting it to a man who looks ready to feast on you.

Rex doesn’t exactly know how to respond. But he can imagine this must not happen to you often. And you seem genuinely uncomfortable by the experience.

“Let me help you forget about it,” Rex murmurs. Let me make you comfortable. “You deserve to have a good night.”

When you meet his gaze, it’s gentle. You swallow.

“Yeah?” Rex asks softly. Barely a whisper, barely audible over the fans.

You nod.

“Let me hear you.”

You bite your bottom lip for a moment. Then: “Yeah.”

Rex nods. He presses a swift kiss to your lips— He doesn’t want to get lost there, as he’s learned he’s prone to do.

Instead, he settles between your knees and slides your underwear down with careful precision. You’re not shaven, as a neat trim of hair engulfs your mound.

Dipping down, Rex’s hand settles on your thigh. He presses a kiss to the inner part, soft and delicate. Traces a line of his kisses to your core, where he slowly parts your folds and takes a moment to admire.

He presses a kiss to your labia that has your breath hitching before he’s pulling back.

“Pass me a pillow, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flips. It’s a good thing he’s not still looking at the most inner parts of you, because you feel yourself tingle and drool at the pet name.

Reaching to the other side of the bed, you pull out a fluffy pillow from the back, and hand it over to Rex. Already, you’re lifting your hips for him to slide the support beneath.

Rex spreads your legs again as he sinks back down between them. His tongue is flat as it slips through your folds, reacquainting himself with your taste. As if he ever forgot it.

Heady sighs leaves your lips, mixing with the hum of the fan and Rex’s lips against yours, slick with yourself. His fingers join his tongue, wetting themselves in the fusion of his saliva and your essence.

To make room for his fingers, Rex dedicates his mouth to your clit. He sucks and swirls and sighs into you, as his middle finger makes its way through your silk and inside.

A breathy moan leaves your lips as Rex’s exploration turns to rhythm. As one finger becomes two, as the digits not buried inside you press against your skin.

“Uhn,” escapes from the back of your throat. Rex has gone a little more crooked, insinuating how important it was that you come here with his fingers. “Right there, feels so good… Rex…”

Each word is a breath, warbling with pleasure. Music to Rex’s ears. The way you say his name is like electricity, shooting through his veins and straight to his cock, which strains against the compression boxers he wears.

The leg over his shoulder starts to shake. Rex reaches up for your breast, thumb sliding over your pebbled nipple. Your hand reaches for his head, scratching through the closely shorn stubble.

Your hand leaves him, instead fisting in the pillow beside you. Head turning, your hips move on their own as a warmth coils within you. Rex doesn’t stop. A moan from his lips reverberates through you and you moan in turn.

A plea for Rex to not stop leaves your lips. There’s vibration on your clit, as if he was responding to you. It’s enough to topple you over, come slipping out of you, warm like lava.

Rex slides his fingers out of you, only to replace them with his tongue. He laps up everything, leaving no part of your spread pussy unloved.

Your chest is heaving. Rex sits back on his calves, glistening fingers in his mouth. Catching sight of this, you feel your hole twitch.

His boxers are tight. Reaching between his thighs, Rex adjusts himself. The stimulation only makes things worse. He takes a shaky breath.

“Take them off,” you say, watching his hand over the outline of his cock with lidded eyes. You rub your hand down your body, over the inside of your thigh.

Rex’s eyes follow your hand before he meets your gaze.

“Please,” you tack on.

Rex slides off the bed, standing to the side as he takes off his boxers. His cock immediately bounces, free from the confines.

You sit up, legs curled to the side, and Rex comes to stand before you. He’s right below your chin. Your movement to kiss the pretty mushroom tip is stopped when you’re kilometers away. Just your breath on his erection causes a little dribble of precome to escape.

“You’re gonna make me come,” Rex mumbles.

You smile up at him. “Isn’t that the point?”

His ears go pink. Adorable. “No… feeling good is.”

“Does coming not feel good?”

Rex’s Adam's apple bobs as his cock twitches. It does feel good. But he thinks about the load that spilled down the shower drain. About how if he was to come right now it would be on you, not in you. Wasted.

You’re waiting for a response. Rex quickly nods.

“It does, but, I want, uh, I want—”

“Inside?” You ask, tilting your head.

Rex nods. Humming, you reach around him to open up your nightstand. Rex watches, eyes widening slightly at the contents. Not only are there condoms (he tries to ignore that you have varying sizes), there are silicone toys, some shaped like roses, others like butterflies, and one like a cock. Warmth churns in his stomach, along with something a little colder, a little more greedy. Jealousy.

You shut the drawer and Rex’s attention snaps back to you. Opening up the condom, you line it up at his tip and begin slowly sliding it down.

“I swallow, you know,” you say, off handedly, as if talking about the weather. “So it would still be inside.”

Precome leaks from his tip into the latex free sheath.

You look up at Rex. “But I know what you mean. You sit on the bed, I’m going to grab a towel.”

“I can grab it,” Rex says quickly. “They’re in the closet?”

The comment pangs you in a weird way you can’t place. As if instead of butterflies in your stomach, there are dragonflies.

“Yeah, they’re in the closet.”

You take a deep breath. Grab lube out of your nightstand.

Rex returns with a towel and hands it off to you, where you lay it over the pillow and bedding. You drop the little bottle next to the pillow.

Taking Rex’s hand in yours, you pull him close and down for a kiss. Gently, Rex urges you to lay back and let him crawl over you. His cock slides against your stomach and you wish he wasn’t wrapped, wish you could feel the leakiness across your stomach.

The two of you settle back, you haloed by your hair and the softened of your pillows, Rex between your thighs, rubbing on the smooth skin.

“Use the lube,” you say, shuffling around so your shoulders aren’t all scrunched up by your ears.

“Huh?”

“The lube.”

Rex looks at the little bottle beside your hip. He picks it up, examining it. Opening the cap, he squeezes some onto his fingers, then carefully applies it to his cock. Carefully, because he’s terrified of coming quickly.

“Wipe your hand on the towel,” you instruct, watching him with rapt attention. Rex does as you say.

His cock slides from your clit to hole, then back again, repeating the motion a few times to leave you wet and wanting. On the fourth pass, right before you want to tell him to put it in, the head catches on your hole. Rex places his hands by your waist, and slowly slides in.

You’re relaxed, walls opening up for him and gripping onto him all at the same time. A quiet moan escapes Rex’s lips as he inches his way in, brows pinched in concentration. Concentration on the velvet of your insides, of the way your legs wrap around his waist, of how slick everything feels. Of not instantly cumming and ruining the moment.

“Feels good?” You ask, a bit breathless. The stretch is so good you think you creamed just a bit.

Rex nods, just as breathless. Eyes focused on where you’re conjoined. Your fingers trail over the shell of his ear.

Slowly, he begins thrusting his hips in and out. He lifts his head, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. As your brows furrow then pinch. As you bite your bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut.

When you open them, he gets lost in the warmth of your eyes.

You hold eye contact, gasping and bodies moving together, until Rex dips his head and presses his lips against yours. Mouths open, tongues sliding against each other. His hips stutter and stumble, collapsing themselves to a grind.

You don't mind. You’re not going to come like this, but as Rex said, it’s just about feeling good. And this feels good. You feel sedated like this, reduced to nothing but a glowing ball of pleasure.

Rex pulls away with reluctance. He swallows, bends down to press one more kiss to your lips, then pulls back, sitting up on his knees. His thrusts stop for a moment, as he readjusts and throws your legs over his shoulder instead. He leans back over and resumes the steady thrusts.

A moan leaves your lips, as you feel him working his way inside you, all slippery. Wrapped in a silken sheen. Your hands fist in your pillow.

One of Rex’s hands reaches for one of yours, unfurling it from your grasp on the pillows. Instead, his hand slides into yours, and you grip onto the interlock.

The pace Rex is moving at is languid and deep, savoring every second of it. When he pulls back is until the head of his cock is about to leave your hole before it slides back in. It’s relaxing, it’s meditative— only instead of focusing on your breath you’re focused on the twitching hardness inside of you.

And Rex is twitching. As if it’s taking every modicum of self restraint to not come. Yes, his thrusts are languid and deep but his cock is twitching at a concerning rate.

“Are you going to come?” You ask Rex.

He shakes his head resolutely. You smile.

“You can, you know. You can come right now.”

Rex shakes his head again. “Want to come with you.”

Romantic. “You’ll have to speed up a little bit.”

Rex swallows, as if steeling himself. He slowly sits back up on his knees, and increases the pace, watching your face for approval.

“Little bit more,” you say, breathless.

Rex goes a bit faster, and it has your breasts bouncing. Rex wets his lips.

“Does that feel good?” He asks, voice strained.

You nod. “Feels so good. C’mere.”

Rex descends, as your hand slips between the two of you to circle your clit. You imagine there being a vibrator there, imagine Rex’s sensitive reaction to the vibration. Maybe next time, maybe when he wasn’t so sensitive, so obviously pent up.

Hopefully there will be a next time.

Rex’s hand is in yours again, his head ducked by your ear. You can hear every breathy grunt that escapes him. A moan leaves your lips, as Rex’s cock finally finds the right and perfect place inside you.

His ears pick up, just as your moans do. There’s a delicious stretch in your thighs, as Rex has you bent in half.

You know you’re done for when your fingers become stuck on your clit, unable to move in the little rhythm you had set. Your thighs shake, toes curling as you tilt your head back. Instead of your clit, you reach to toy with your nipple.

“‘M close,” you murmur, lost on a moan.

Rex mumbles something in your ear that you can’t make out. It doesn’t sound like Common.

You’re so close. Irritatingly so. You reach back for your clit, desperately searching for the peak—

You come with a moan that rises in pitch, sounding almost pathetic. As your walls flex around Rex’s cock he practically drills into you with staccato movements. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then he’s spilling inside you, all caught into the condom. His cock twitches. His hips weakly shudder in an uneven rock.

You rub his sweat-sheen back. Press a kiss to where his shoulder and pec join together. He smells delightful, all musky and sweaty.

There’s a little whimper that you almost miss, as your walls pulse around him. He can’t help it.

Rex swallows and pulls back. It’s uncomfortable inside the condom, but he wants to stay inside you. He wants to fall asleep nestled in your warmth. Wake up still there and able to continue where the night left off.

But he pulls out, leaving you shiny. He stares at the come and lube on the condom, then what's left on your pussy.

You run a hand through your hair, watching as Rex peels off the condom carefully and ties it off. It’s more attractive than any guy you’ve seen do it before.

“Wanna shower?” You ask.

Rex looks over from where he’s holding the used condom. He doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to act cool, calm and collected in the shower. Not after everything he’s done.

“We can shower,” Rex says.

You nod, but make no move to get up. Rex throws the condom away and comes back to your side, the bed dipping under his weight.

“Move over a little,” he murmurs, sliding against you.

You don’t. Instead, you curl up against him, head on his chest. Leg wrapped around his own.

“I can still feel you inside me,” you murmur against his chest. Rex wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

“What’s it feel like?” Rex asks, genuinely curious.

You hum, eyes shut. “Like a good stretch in the morning.” You open your eyes slowly, tilting your head back to look up at Rex. He’s all glowy in the lamplight. Your hand smooths over his chest.

There’s a little warmth stirring inside of you. You could easily go another round. Maybe in the shower…

“I want more,” you admit, quietly, not looking up at Rex. Normally you demand and demand and demand, but this time… you don’t want to scare him off. Don’t want him to see you as some deranged, insatiable sex freak.

Even if everytime you see him the two of you have sex.

“Sex?” Rex asks.

“Yeah…” your hand slides down his stomach, resting at his pelvis. His cock is flaccid, but stirs slightly at the suggestion.

Rex chuckles. It reverberates through his chest to your ear. Delightfully to your ear.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head that is far too sweet for a hookup. He rolls you over onto your back, and you go easily, smiling as you hold onto him by the sides of his jaw.

Rex’s lips are on yours. Only this time, you have the delightful sensation of his cock pressed directly against your cunt. You feel as he hardens, feel as he stirs back to life. Feel as Rex has to shift himself, when his cock becomes too hard that he has to shift it so it’s upwards, laying hot against your clit.

It almost makes you want to turn your back on your condom rule. Your safe sex rule.

But no. Instead you grind against his cock, all wet. Can feel as he grinds forwards, as his cock slides through your folds and his balls rub against you. The two of you moan and gasp into each other’s mouths.

Rex is terrified. This feels addicting. Precome smears across your tummy.

You open your eyes. You shimmy under Rex, not wanting him to pull back quite yet, as you grab a condom from your nightstand and hand it to him. It’s routine at this point. Rex wraps himself. He pulls your hips back to meet at the pillow. Sinks in slow, biding his time. Watching your face.

You almost want to suggest something, suggest that he takes you from behind while you’re ass up. But there’s something about the way that he’s watching your face, watching as it relaxes into pleasure, that refrains you from doing it.

Everything is unhurried here. Rex’s hand is in yours, you’re folded to the point where your hips are far off the pillow, knees close to your face. But it feels good. Rex might as well be in your throat.

You wonder, briefly, if Rex would eat his come out of you. An involuntary moan leaves your lips as your body shudders in delight at the thought.

Rex breathes out a moan that is not in Common, just as you had heard before. His hips speed up slightly. Your hand sinks down to your clit once more, gingerly touching the sensitive bud.

At the touch, your walls shudder around Rex. He gasps.

“Kiss me,” you breathe to him. Rex lifts his head up, breath ghosting over your face. A punched out moan leaves your lips as his hips move back and forth, creating a delicious pulse within you.

Rex doesn’t second guess the order. His lips are on yours, swallowing up every moan. You bite his bottom lip, just a little nibble. Then your tongue is back against his, just for a moment. Not for long, because you’re both moaning into each other's mouths.

It’s not even lewd. It’s as if you’re conjoined, body and mind. Coming is like riding a wave. Your hips roll into Rex’s in time with his own movements. The motions continue even after both of you have come, as you’re coming off the high.

Sedated and blissful to the world, you don’t let Rex pull out yet. Instead, you keep your legs around him, clamping down on his cock.

It feels good. He’s heavy above you. Heavy inside you. You’re thinking about him creaming inside you.

That’s when you know it’s time to let him up. You blow him a little, lazy kiss as he pulls out.

The condom is in the trashcan and Rex is back in your bed in moments. He’s learning.

Your head is immediately on his chest. Rex rubs his hand down your back. His heartbeat is quick in your ear. You stay quiet to listen.

It almost lulls you to sleep.

But Rex hasn’t stopped thinking about the shower. He lets you have your moments of rest and comfort before he’s kissing the top of your head and coaxing you to open your pretty eyes.

“Hm?” You slowly open your eyes, met with the curve of Rex’s jawline. Still floating, you reach up to press a kiss there. Then another. Then another. Each one is slipping down his neck.

It causes Rex to pause before he asks. The little kisses feel good. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had a trail of little moles along his neck.

“Want to take that shower?” Rex asks softly. His voice reverberates through your lips.

You nod. Slowly, you sit up and back on your knees, eyes swirling down Rex’s body. Then, you become cognizant of the lube on your inner thighs and it ruins any thought going through your brain.

Slipping off the bed, you head into the bathroom. Rex follows behind.

“How do you like your showers?” You ask him, getting towels out.

“Hot,” Rex says.

You nod, fiddling with the water temperature.

“Can you wait outside while I clean my pussy?” You ask. “It’s not very attractive.”

Rex doesn’t care. But he nods, throwing in a little ‘no problem’ as he leaves.

Alone in the bathroom, you take a deep breath. Being around Rex is making you think crazy, making you not think straight.

What were your friends going to say? You imagine their reaction to your confessions about your innermost thoughts while you piss. Contemplate what you were even going to tell them while removing your makeup. You clean away the lube in the warm shower.

Your hair is getting wet. You curse your lack of attention, but the damage has been done.

“Rex!” You call, summoning him into the bathroom.

He enters, closing the door behind him. Coming to the shower, he momentarily forgets what he’s there for, as his eyes trail all over you, following the rivulets of water down your body.

“C’mere,” you say. “Let me know if it’s hot enough.”

Rex steps in. The water’s warm, but it’s not scalding hot.

“It’s good,” Rex says, eyes struggling to stay on your face.

You hum, squirting soap out onto a washcloth. You lather it up, before beginning to clean your arm.

“Let me,” Rex says, selfish.

Looking up at him, you hesitate. Only because this feels like you’re playing house. Only because you’ll miss him when he’s gone.

You’ll miss him when he’s gone.

“Sure,” you say, handing off the washcloth to Rex.

It smells so good, like coconut and vanilla. It’s potent here, more so than it is when he’s receiving it secondhand through your skin. Diligently, Rex gets the lather all over your body. Through the fabric, he can feel your heart pounding away. He watches with rapt attention as it all washes away.

“Let me do you,” you say, repeating the same steps. Lathering up a washcloth, dragging it over the planes of his body.

He’s broad. You lather him up in your soap before maneuvering him under the spray. Your hands follow the cascades of water, ensuring all the soap is off his body.

“I’m gonna blast myself with cold water,” you warn him, “If you want to get out.”

“Why would you do that?” Rex asks. If you’re still turned on, Rex will gladly do whatever you want him to do.

“I want to close up all my pores that the hot water opened up,” you explain.

“What?”

“It’s good for your skin,” you summarize. “There’s a towel for you on the counter.”

Rex excuses himself from the shower to rub himself dry. The cold water is a rush out of the shower head and seems to gust over Rex.

But the water is off in a few moments and you’re stepping out, grabbing your towel off the hook and drying your hair.

“Are you hungry?” You ask him.

“I could eat,” Rex says.

Nodding, you pat yourself dry and throw on some moisturizer to your body. You don panties, then look over your shoulder at Rex.

“I have some sweatpants one of my guy friends left here, if you want to wear those,” you offer, already pulling open the drawer where they are. Truthfully, you nabbed these for being so comfortable.

“That would be nice,” Rex says. Better than putting on his blacks.

You pass over the sweatpants, then pull on an oversized sleep shirt. This one’s a silky, dark red button up from a lingerie store you spent too much money on.

Rex is sitting back at your breakfast table. He looks at the time on your oven, 11:58, before back to you. You’re placing the pasta you had ordered earlier on plates, then putting them one at a time in the microwave.

Rex gets his plate placed in front of him with a fork and spoon, before you put yours in the microwave. He doesn’t eat yet.

“You can start,” you say through a yawn.

“I’m waiting for you,” Rex says.

You rest your cheek in the palm of your hand, looking at the rotating food with an air of forlornness. “You have to stop being so considerate and nice,” you say, “You’re going to make me think you really care about me.”

You leave your post by the microwave to fill up two glasses of water, setting them on the table.

Rex watches you with a bit of disbelief. “Why would I not really care about you?”

You shrug. The microwave dings. You sit across from Rex with a plate of steaming food.

“I don’t know. I don’t see you too often.”

Rex watches as you start to eat. “I think about you all the time.”

You swallow your food, and swallow a wave of emotion along with it.

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

Your throat feels constricted by emotion. Not wanting to unpack that, after already getting choked up and teary eyed early, you tell Rex: “Eat your food.”

Rex does as he’s told. It’s quiet at the table. The weight of something lingers in the air. Emotional weight. It stretches between the two of you. It only hurts because it’s unspoken, hurts like a too-tight hug in a port.

It’s when the two of you are laid in your bed, under the sheet since it’s too hot for the duvet, that you pick up your pasta conversation.

Both you and Rex are on your backs, staring up at the ceiling. He doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries, despite desperately wanting to pull you close. You don’t want to curl up next to him, terrified of how your heart will react.

“I think about you all the time, too,” you whisper into the darkness.

Rex turns his head to look in your direction. All the genetic modification, and the Kamanoans didn’t give him night vision. There’s little light from outside to illuminate you. Faintly, he can make out your silhouette in the shadows.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mere,” Rex says, patting his chest.

You follow the sound, rolling until you’re laying tucked up against him. One of his hands secures around your back, the other slides from your bicep, following your arm up to where your hand is on his chest. His thumb slides under your palm, lifting it off his chest enough for him to take hold, bringing your knuckles up to his lips.

“I’ll make you a nice cup of coffee in the morning,” you murmur.

“I look forward to it,” Rex says softly.

You fall asleep with his hand rubbing up and down your back. It’s dangerous. You don’t know if you’ll fall asleep the same way again.

Morning rears his head far too early. The birds are chirping outside your window, dancing in the air above the streets. You’re facing your window, which you squint at. The tendrils of your dream slip away. Whatever had visited you during the night had been calm and warm.

There’s an arm around your waist. Rex. Your hand runs over his arm, which tightens around you. Rex presses his nose further into your skin.

There’s a familiar, sexed ache to your body. Rolling over, you come face to face with Rex, your eyes barely open and his fully awake.

“Good morning,” you mumble.

“Good morning,” Rex returns. There’s only a hint of gravel in his voice.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good.” He always sleeps his best here. “What about you?”

“Good.” You sleep your best when Rex is in bed with you, you think. Your hand comes to rest on his jaw, eyes slipping open and shut slowly. Sleepily. He has a little scratch of stubble. “How long have you been up?”

“Since the birds started outside,” Rex murmurs.

That’s early. “You should have woken me up.”

“You were sleeping,” Rex says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. As if it was the only thing that made sense. But he says it so earnestly, so softly, that it tugs at your heart.

“Stay for longer,” you whisper, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “I can get you a nice job working as a dossier.”

“I can’t,” Rex says, though the idea is tempting. He doesn’t mention the Republic. “I don’t even know what a dossier is.”

You smile. “They help people at art museums.”

“I don’t know anything about art.”

“I could teach you.”

Waking up in your bed is tempting. But Rex shakes his head with a small, melancholic smile. He looks at your lips when he speaks. “You know I can’t do that.”

“I know,” you sigh. Maybe in another life. Maybe after the war— you cut yourself off. He’s a fling. A fun little hookup. An intergalactic piece. “Let me make you coffee.”

Ignoring the fact that you don’t make any of your other ‘pieces’ coffee in the morning, you busy yourself with summoning the energy to get out of bed. It’s harder than it appears, as your body seems to move on her own accord and tangle your legs with Rex’s.

He’s more than content to lay here, sunlight streaming over both of your bodies, while you wrestle with the conscious world.

Back at your breakfast table, as you brew the coffee, you notice that Rex sits with his legs sprawled out, taking up a good chunk of space. One arm is slung over the back of the breakfast chair, watching you intently. Softly.

“I’m going to work today early,” you say, just to make conversation. “It’s been all hands on deck, ever since this collection of paintings were stolen in the middle of the night. I don’t know what they expect me to do about it, but it’s causing me to work much longer than I need to.”

You set a mug of hot, black coffee in front of Rex, and receive a soft thank you as your fingers brush against each other with the passing of the mug.

When you sit, you pull your knee up to your chest, taking a sip of your milky drink.

“A painting was stolen?” Rex asks. He takes a sip of his coffee. It’s fresh and bitter.

“Whole collection. Gone in the blink of an eye. Well, overnight. But you know… I’m not a private investigator. So I’ve just been sitting at my desk for longer periods of time. As if the painting is going to magically appear.” You let out a long sigh. “But I shouldn’t complain.”

“And you’re just waiting for them to be returned? Or found?”

“Pretty much. But it’s giving me a good chance to catch up on some books. About art and art history and techniques. Have to keep my mind sharp somehow.” You sigh again. “Where are you off to?”

“No idea,” Rex admits. “Wherever I’m told to go.”

“And I can’t sway you to go back to my bedroom?”

Rex chuckles. “No, unfortunately.”

You sigh, this time a bit foolish. You know Rex can’t stay. “What do I have to do to get you to call me? To text me?”

“Uh… I need to get special clearance to make personal calls,” Rex says.

“Do I need to write a letter begging them to let you call me?”

“I, uh,” Rex’s chuckle is nervous. Partly because such a big favor seems out of the water for him, partly because it makes his heart race when you’re so adamant about wanting to hear from him. “I don’t know how that would work.”

“Well, I’m willing to,” you say. Taking one more sip of your coffee, you stand, opening up the bread box on your counter. You pull out a brown paper bag, pulling out an almond croissant and a muffin you didn’t eat yesterday. You cut each in half, then place them on plates.

Rex stands up while you fix breakfast together, moving your chair from across to beside him. When you come to bring the plates over, you blink at the arrangement, but say nothing of it. Instead, you sit down and place a plate before both of you. Rex’s legs remain sprawled out, one right beside you. You angle your body to face him, drawing a knee up again.

“Almond croissant, and coffee cake muffin,” you say, pointing out the food.

“Thank you,” Rex says, picking up the muffin.

“Do you want some fruit?” You ask, beginning to eat.

Rex shakes his head. “No, no, this is great, thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

Rex nods. You make a little face, pouting a bit. Abruptly, you stand, heading towards your fridge and pulling out a bowl of berries. Rex moves his leg for you to sit back down, before stretching it out again.

It feels so… normal. Looking out the window, you take in the scenery, the way you can see the cobblestone roads, the way you can catch a glimpse of the water. You turn your head back to Rex, watching him eat. You don’t have any protein to give him, because you have no interest in turning on the stove, and you feel a bit bad about it.

“Are you going to get in trouble for skipping out on dinner last night?” You ask.

Rex covers his mouth as he chuckles. He doesn’t think his general will give him a hard time about skipping out, given that Fives probably provided enough information to confirm that Rex was skipping out for dinner with a girl.

“No, no, I don’t think so,” Rex says. “They might ask questions, but that’s only ‘cause most of ‘em never even talk to girls.”

“No?”

“Nah.”

You nod at that, checking the time. “What time do you need to leave?”

Rex glances over at the time along with you. “Probably in like five minutes.”

A little whine peeks from the back of your throat. “Five minutes?”

“Yeah,” Rex says. His eyes drift all over your face. He swallows his bite of croissant. It’s sweet and flaky. Perhaps a hair stale; it wouldn’t have lasted more than a few more hours from now.

You lean forwards, further in Rex’s space. You glance down at his lips before back to him.

“I should probably get dressed,” Rex says, gently.

“Yeah,” you reluctantly agree.

Rex nods. You lean forwards more, one hand going to his thigh.

“Maybe a little kiss?” You ask, selfishly.

Rex’s heart skips a beat. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

You smile. “That’s okay.”

The two of you meet in the middle, tasting of coffee and sweet brown sugar. You have to fight the urge to climb into his lap, instead settling for your deep lean. When you swipe your tongue along Rex’s bottom lip, he lightly sucks on yours in turn, then pulls away slowly.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Go get dressed.”

Rex presses one more kiss to your lips before standing up. You watch as he gets himself together, watch his spine, watch his shoulders. Sighing, you sit back and pop a berry into your mouth. When you go to say goodbye to him at the door, it aches in your chest.

“One more kiss,” you breathe.

The door is open. The sunlight illuminates the courtyard.

Rex can do one more kiss. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours once more. It’s tart and sweet, like the berries you had just eaten. Like the pressure on his heart.

You don't ask him to call you. Instead, you watch from your doorway as he walks down the stairs, as he walks out through the courtyard. Until he turns to the left and is obscured by the walls. Only then do you close the door. Only then do you begin your day, alone again.

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nahoney22 · 5 months ago

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Congrats on 4500 followers!!! You’ve come so far and I feel so blessed whenever you’re writing blesses my feed ❤️

May I please request the bad batch and any other clone(s) of your choice learning that the reader (gender neutral) has a bunch of tattoos and they didn’t know because reader is always covered? Perhaps they find out when reader gets injured, or they walk in on reader changing, maybe things get spicy…Could be nsfw, sfw, or anything in between, your choice!

Have an absolutely wonderful day and may your writing grow and flourish!

Tattoo’s***🌊

🫧 All The Bad Batch Boys, Fives & Rex X Gender Neutral!Reader

How the Bad Batch Boys including Rex and Fives react to you having tattoo’s.

warnings: Some are safe for work and others are quite spicy so there is a 18+ warning. Gender neutral reader, tattooed reader, kisses, touchy-feely, flirting, accidental voyeurism, some friends to lovers, friends with benefits, strip poker, nudity, neck biting and kissing, some flustered clones and reader.

a/n: sorry for the wait @ihavemanychickens, hope this is okay. And thanks @probadbatch for the strip poker idea 🔥 🩵🫧

Echo

"Take a seat here; I’ll grab the medkit," Echo ordered as soon as you stepped onto the ship, guiding you to lean against a nearby crate.

You had taken a minor hit—a blaster bolt grazing your calf. The pain was sharp, but you were certain it wasn't anything serious.

As you lowered yourself onto the crate with a wince, you rolled up your pant leg to inspect the wound—a deep graze, but nothing too alarming.

Echo approached, kneeling in front of you. "Let’s have a look."

You appreciated his quick response and care, but you noticed his gaze lingering on your leg. "Is everything okay?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," he replied quickly, shaking off his distraction as he retrieved some bacta spray. "I just didn't know you had tattoos."

You paused, realising this might be the first time any of the Batch had seen more of your skin beyond your hands and face. You weren't exactly in the habit of undressing in front of them. "I thought I mentioned it before."

"Not to me," Echo chuckled, carefully applying the spray. He winced sympathetically when you did, apologising as he dressed and bandaged the wound. "I think I would have remembered."

You shrugged casually. "I've had them for a while. Planning to add more, actually." You smiled as he stood, taking one last look at your leg before rolling the fabric back down.

"Oh yeah? Got any ideas?" he asked, genuinely curious despite lacking any ink himself.

You began to list off a few ideas, and as you did, you noticed how interested he seemed. "What about you?" you asked as you carefully hopped off the crate, putting minimal pressure on your leg. "Ever thought about getting one?"

He considered it for a moment before shaking his head. "Not really my thing, but they look really good on you."

"Thanks, Echo," you replied, touched by his compliment. He even appeared flustered by his own choice of words. "I’m pretty much covered. I could show you some more sometime?"

You meant it innocently, but the thought of Echo seeing more of your tattoos, and thus more of you, froze both of you in place. His wide eyes mirrored your own as you both stumbled over your words, trying to recover. Fortunately, a transmission started to come through, saving you from further awkwardness.

Who knows, maybe one day you would show him more.

Hunter

“Hey, have you seen my—?” Hunter’s words died in his throat as he stepped onto the Marauder, not expecting to find you in a state of partial undress.

Your back was to him, revealing tattoos that he hadn't known were there. He’d seen the small ones around your ankles before, but this was different. This was...a lot more.

You turned quickly, eyes wide as you grabbed your shirt to cover yourself. Hunter cleared his throat, awkwardly tapping his hand against the ship's wall. "Sorry, I, uh, I should’ve knocked."

"Don’t worry about it," you replied, trying to downplay the situation. "What were you looking for?"

Hunter blinked, trying to recall what he had come for. "I was looking for...you know what? It doesn’t matter." He chuckled, attempting to break the tension. "I didn’t realise you had so many tattoos."

"Oh," you started, feeling a slight flush of heat creep into your cheeks. "Yeah, my back has the most. My legs and arms are pretty much bare."

"And the ones on your ankles," he added, a small smile playing on his lips.

You nodded with a grin. "And the ones on my ankles."

An odd silence settled between you, both unsure of what to say next. You leaned against one of the consoles, watching him as he seemed to look everywhere but at you. "Do you have more than one tattoo?" you asked, pointing to your face where his was on his own.

"Just the one. But it’s, uh, bigger than you’d think."

"It is?" you asked, genuinely surprised.

"It goes all the way down to my hip," he revealed casually, his tone as smooth as ever.

Your eyes widened. How had you never known that? Then again, you both had your secrets. "Really? That’s...cool." Without thinking, you added, "I’d love to see it."

Hunter’s eyes met yours, a spark of interest in his gaze. "I could show you if you want."

You nodded, trying to act nonchalant as your heart rate picked up. You watched as he began to peel off his shirt, revealing his tanned, toned, and muscular build. Your eyes traced over the intricate design of his tattoo as it spread down his ribcage, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. You couldn’t lie, the sight of him stripping his clothes off to show you what he had hidden did something to you… it was literally impossible to focus on anything else.

"Well?" Hunter asked, a teasing grin on his face as he caught you staring. Even worse, you were even biting your lip as you practically drooled over him. You sincerely hope he didn’t hear the way your heart thundered in your chest but you doubt it.

You swallowed, managing a small smile as you met his gaze. "It’s...impressive," you said, voice soft but genuine.

Hunter chuckled, pulling his shirt back on, though the heat between you lingered. "Thanks. Maybe next time, we can compare."

"Maybe," you replied, trying to sound casual, but the way your pulse raced suggested this was a moment you wouldn’t soon forget.

Wrecker

"Headed to the gym? Mind if I join ya?" Wrecker asked, catching you mid-motion as you pulled on your workout shoes. Being back on Kamino meant access to some of the best training facilities, and you weren't about to pass that up.

You glanced up and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Want me to wait for you?"

"Nah, no need. I'll meet you there. Gotta finish up something first," Wrecker replied, already eager to start lifting.

You smiled and headed off to the gym. You started with an intense cardio session, like usual, working up a sweat quickly. The heat made you shrug off your jacket, leaving you in your training tank top. As you moved on to weights, you focused on your form, muscles tensing and relaxing with each rep.

A little while later, Wrecker strolled into the gym, ready to go. He stalls as he noticed you lifting, your body glistening with sweat, muscles working in sync—and the tattoos.

His eyes widened at the sight; he’d never seen so many on you before. He knew you had some but not to this extent. Watching you move, the way your inked skin flexed with every rep, stirred something in him. And in his pants that seemed to get oppressively tighter.

You caught his gaze in the mirror, noticing the way he was staring. Turning to face him, you raised an eyebrow. "What’s got your attention?"

He blinked, flustered at being caught. "Uh, nothin'! Just, uh... your tattoos! Didn’t know ya had that many.”

You chuckled, setting the weights down. "Yeah, most people don’t notice unless I’m dressed down like this." You took a step closer, giving him a playful smile. "Like what you see?" You ask with your hands on your hips.

Wrecker swallowed, clearly caught off guard by your forwardness, but he wasn’t about to back down. "Y-Yeah! I mean, they look... really good. You look really good," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he met your eyes.

You grinned, pleased by his reaction. "Thanks. It’s nice to know they get some appreciation." You paused for a moment, your eyes locking with his. "Ever thought about getting one yourself?"

Wrecker laughed, his sudden nerves easing a bit. "Me? Nah, I dunno if I could sit still that long.” And then he takes a bolt of courage. “But maybe I could get used to seeing 'em on you."

The flirtation in his tone wasn’t lost on you, and you felt a spark of excitement. "Well, maybe you should keep coming to the gym with me then. Could be good motivation for both of us."

His grin widened, the tension between you warm but playful. "I think I just might. Gotta keep an eye on those tattoos... and make sure you're not skippin' leg day," he teased, eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and interest as his eyes roamed your body.

You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge as you picked up your weights again. "You do that, Wrecker."

As you continued your workout, you could feel his gaze lingering on you, the atmosphere charged with a new energy. It seemed like these gym sessions were about to get a lot more interesting.

Tech

You crouched beside Tech, helping him with a particularly intricate wiring task on the Marauder. The fabric of your gloves proved too cumbersome, so you slipped them off, deciding your bare hands would offer better precision.

As you worked, Tech glanced over, his eyes narrowing as he noticed something new—delicate, intricate tattoos on your fingers. He hadn’t noticed them before, and the sight of them seemed to capture his full attention.

“I was not aware you had tattoos,” he said, a note of surprise in his voice. Without thinking, he gently took your hand in his, turning it slightly to get a better look. Tech wasn’t typically one for physical touch, so this unexpected action caught you slightly off guard.

You blinked, feeling a warmth rise to your cheeks as he inspects you like data. "Yeah, they’re easy to miss, I guess," you replied, feeling your heart race a little faster.

Tech’s thumb brushed over one of the designs, his touch both curious and reverent. “Tattoos can be meaningful,” he began, his voice taking on that familiar tone of fascination. “The process, the permanence, the cultural significance… all of it is so intriguing. Did you know—” He cut himself off, his eyes meeting yours as he took a deep breath. “What I really mean to say is I have always found you attractive, but this-these tattoos- they just add to it.”

His confession left you momentarily speechless. "You find me attractive?" you asked, needing to hear it again to believe it.

Tech nodded, his grip on your hand firm yet gentle. “Yes. I have for some time now. I find myself even more drawn to you.”

You felt your breath hitch, his words sinking in and making your pulse quicken. "I have more, you know," you said softly, a playful edge to your voice. "If you’re interested in seeing them… maybe somewhere more comfortable?"

A flicker of excitement passed through Tech’s eyes, and he gave you a small, genuine smile. "I would like that."

You stood, leading him to a quieter corner of the ship. As you removed your jacket, revealing more of the intricate tattoos on your arms, Tech’s gaze followed every movement, his expression full of admiration.

“May I?” he asked softly, his hands hovering just above your skin.

You nodded, feeling a thrill as his fingers traced the designs on your arms. His touch was light, sending shivers through you. "There are more on my legs," you added, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I’d have to take off my pants to show you."

Tech swallowed, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. "I would love to see them," he replied, his voice huskier than before.

With a small smile, you slowly undid your pants, sliding them down to reveal the tattoos on your legs. Tech’s eyes widened slightly, his admiration for your body art clear in his expression.

"You’re incredible," he murmured, his hands resting on your thighs, fingers tracing the designs with care. The warmth of his touch and the weight of his words made your heart pound.

“I’m really not,” you gush, turning around so Tech could also see the back of your legs and maybe something else.

“You are being modest for someone dressed so immodestly.” Tech’s eyes darkened slightly, eyes landing on your arse. Without another word, he spins you to face him and leaned in, his lips brushing softly against yours.

As your hand wrap around the back of his neck, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more needy, as you both gave in to the moment. Tech’s hands roamed over your body, feeling the curves and lines of your tattoos, and you felt a rush of warmth as his touch ignited a fire within you.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and flushed, Tech looked at you with a mix of awe and affection. "I have wanted to do that for a long time," he confessed, his voice sincere.

You smiled, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "Well, I’m glad you finally did."

Crosshair

It had become something of a routine between you and Crosshair—whenever you were alone, it was only a matter of time before things heated up. Today was no different. “It’s been too long since I last had you,”

You stood in front of him, your back against his toned chest as his hands firmly grip your hips as his lips traced along your neck, alternating between soft kisses and rougher bites.

As he moved closer to your ear, his sharp eyes caught sight of something he hadn’t noticed before—a small, delicate tattoo hidden just behind your ear. His lips paused in their assault, and you felt him stiffen slightly behind you. “You’ve been keeping secrets,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. His fingers brushed over the tiny tattoo, making your skin tingle.

You smirked, leaning back into him. “Maybe you’re just not as observant as you think,” you teased, your tone laced with challenge. “You seem to spend more time paying attention to what’s between my legs than to the ink on my skin.”

A low groan rumbled from his chest, his grip on your hips tightening as he pressed his body against yours. “You think so?” he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Maybe I’ll have to change that.”

His words sent a thrill through you, your pulse quickening as his hands started to roam over your body, pushing your shirt up to expose more of your skin. “You should get a tattoo just for me,” he continued, his voice dripping with dark intent. “Maybe a little crosshair… right here,” he suggested, his fingers tracing a spot on your arm. “Or here,” he added, his hand moving to your chest, brushing just above your heart.

You bit your lip, your breath hitching as he slowly undressed you, his hands and words sending sparks of anticipation through your body. “Or maybe here,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as his hand slid down to cup your arse, giving it a firm squeeze.

Your heart raced, every touch and every word of his making you more and more aware of how hard he was against you. He leaned in closer once you turned to face him, his mouth hovering just above yours. “Or how about… right under your tongue,” he growled, his voice thick with a slight possessiveness, before slipping his tongue into your mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss.

The kiss was intense, his tongue dominating yours as his hands continued to undress you, peeling away the last of your clothes. You barely registered when he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bunk.

You could feel his ache, hard and insistent, pressing against your stomach, making you tremble with your own need. He laid you down on the bunk, his body hovering over yours. “I think you’d look good with my mark on you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “That way my brothers know to keep away from what is mine.”

“I’m yours, am I?” You grin, your hand sliding down between your bodies and between his legs.

“Yes. Mine.”

And as his mouth found yours again, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, a tiny crosshair tattoo wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

Rex

The 501st had finally earned a brief respite after a grueling mission, and the team scattered to enjoy some well-deserved downtime. Rex, however, found himself preoccupied. It was time to regroup, but you were nowhere to be found.

“Jesse,” Rex called out, spotting the trooper near a makeshift campsite and asked about your whereabouts.

Jesse glanced up from where he was lounging. “Last I saw, they were headed down to the lake. Said something about needing a dip to cool off.”

Rex nodded his thanks and he made his way toward the lake. You always had a knack for slipping away, but something about the thought of you swimming alone somewhat nagged at him. He figured he’d better go fetch you himself.

The path to the lake was serene, the sounds of nature a welcome change from the usual chaos of battle. But as Rex approached the water's edge, his breath caught in his throat.

You were emerging from the lake, the sun glistening off the droplets of water clinging to your skin. For a moment, Rex simply stared, his mind going blank as he took in the sight before him. Your wet skin gleamed in the golden light, but it wasn’t just the natural beauty of the scene that struck him—it was the tattoos.

He’d never seen them before, intricate designs that seemed to flow with the contours of your body. They were subtle, yet striking, adding an unexpected allure to the person he thought he knew so well.

You noticed him standing there and began to approach, water dripping from your body with each step. As you got closer, Rex suddenly felt very out of place. Trying to shake off his surprise, he cleared his throat. "Your, uh, towel," he said, gesturing vaguely behind you, trying to mask the way his eyes kept wandering back to the tattoos.

You chuckled softly, amused by his sudden awkwardness. “Right,” you said, turning to grab your towel and wrapping it around yourself before facing him again. “Something on your mind, Captain?”

Rex met your gaze, feeling heat rise to his cheeks—a rare occurrence for someone as composed as him. “I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he admitted, his voice a little higher pitched than he intended. “They suit you.” He finishes after clearing his throat.

You smiled, noticing the way his eyes still seemed drawn to the ink on your skin. “Thanks. They’ve been there a while, just not something I show off all the time.” You took a step closer, tilting your head slightly as you gave him a once-over. “What about you? Anything hiding under that armour?”

He felt his pulse quicken at your boldness, your gaze holding his with a teasing glint. Normally, he was the one in control, the one giving orders. But right now, under your mesmerising eyes, he felt a little out of his depth—and oddly, he didn’t mind.

Summoning a bit of courage, Rex allowed himself to relax, just a touch. “No tattoos,” he admitted, though the thought of getting one never sounded more appealing than it did in that moment. He paused, then added, “Maybe we could talk about it sometime. Over a drink?”

Your smile widened, pleased by his offer. “I’d like that, Captain,” you replied, the title sounding more like a term of endearment than a rank.

Rex gave you a nod, trying to keep his expression steady, though his mind was already racing with the possibilities what that drink might lead to. “Good,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Fives

You and Fives had been spending more time together than usual, which led to playful jokes and fun and eventually, a daring suggestion by Fives: strip poker. Since both of you were always ready for a challenge, it wasn’t long before you found yourselves seated across from each other, cards in hand.

The first few rounds were harmless enough—boots, belts, gloves—but as the game progressed, more significant pieces of clothing began to shed. Fives, ever the showman, made a big deal out of every win, laughing and teasing you as you reluctantly removed another item. But what caught his attention most was when your tattoos started to reveal themselves.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Fives said, his eyes widening with pleasant surprise as he saw the first hints of ink on your skin. “I didn’t know you had tattoos!”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as you revealed a bit more with each lost round. “I guess it never came up,” you teased back, your heart racing not just from the game but from the way his gaze seemed to linger on every new detail of your body. And admittedly, you admired his tone and muscular torso also.

Fives grin widens as more of your tattoos came into view. “They’re pretty awesome,” he complimented, clearly enjoying the discovery. “I’m starting to think losing isn’t so bad after all.”

But then, his eyes locked onto a specific tattoo, and his playful expression shifted to one of surprise. It was a simple design, but one that he recognised all too well—a number 5.

“Wait, hold on—” He leaned in closer, pointing at the tattoo with a mix of shock and amusement. “Is that a 5? Did you get a tattoo for me?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by his excitement. “What? No!” you quickly explained, realising how it looked. “It’s not for you, Fives. It’s just a coincidence.”

Fives however wasn’t having it as his smile shifted into a mischievous smirk, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Sure, it is. Admit it, you’re secretly obsessed with me,” he teased, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your composure, but Fives wasn’t letting this one go. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, challenging tone. “Come on, admit it. It’s for me. I knew I was your favourite.”

The heat of the moment—combined with the growing awareness of how little clothing both of you were wearing—made your heart race. “Fives,” you warned, but your tone lacked any real bite. The truth was, his playful determination was getting to you, making it hard to keep up the act.

Seeing you start to falter, Fives pressed on, moving closer until your faces were only inches apart. “Say it,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “Say it’s for me.”

You couldn’t hold back the smirk that tugged at your lips. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, your voice betraying how much you were enjoying this. But before you could think of a comeback, Fives closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss.

The intensity of the kiss caught you off guard, eyes wide, but you quickly melted into it, your hands tangling in his hair as his wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and into his lap. The realisation of how nude you both had become only fueled the fire between you.

Fives pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, “So, you’re not denying it then?”

You laughed breathlessly. “Maybe it’s time you focus on winning the game instead of running your mouth,” you challenged, though your voice was laced with affection as your lips ghost against his.

He grinned, before he pulled you back in for another searing kiss. “I’m already winning,” he whispered, his hands roaming over your body, exploring the tattoos that had started this whole thing.

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queenariesofnarnia · 4 months ago

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a mouthful 🤭

various male characters x f!reader (let that imagination go crazy babes🤩)

warnings: just a bit of a non descriptive blowjob, 18+ mdni !

wc:200

one hand was in your hair that you spent time perfecting. his almost animalistic groans filled the small room that he dragged you in. his hips move at a steadily increasing as he thrusts into your mouth.

“look at me baby” he commands gently, his free hand under your chin. you meet his eyes seeing his pupils blown in pleasure. you can feel spit running down your chin and tears form as his cock hits the back of your throat. “you look so pretty like this” he coos at you. you thank him with your mouth still full but he knows. his thrusts begin getting sloppier when you begin massaging his balls.

“i’m so close baby are you going to swallow it like a good girl?” you nod enthusiastically answering his question. he chuckles between grunts as he hits the back of your throat one last time his warm release coats your tongue and throat. he wipes the tip on you lips leaving some cum behind. “open up let me see. go ahead and swallow” as he watches you do so he smiles at you lovingly, pulling you up for a kiss. “now lay down my love it’s your turn”

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awkward-tension-art · 9 months ago

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Clones as expectant fathers

I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”

Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives

CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert

Minors do not interact!

Rex

Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified.

He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone

And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father

He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK

Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.

Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.

“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”

Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out.

“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”

Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.

It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both

Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy.

He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on

Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed

He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness

The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a

He falls head-over-heels in love all over again

As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question

“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”

Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship

All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot

Wolffe

More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard

Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already.

So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father

Plo Koon especially is excited

“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”

During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more

At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”

He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”

Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.

He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.

He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned

But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what

Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.

It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.

Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs

Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that

Fox (kinda angst)

First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO

They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO

Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!

No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.

And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control

And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.

He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed

Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy

A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it

He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.

Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.

He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings

No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone.

Its for his SO’s protection

But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive

“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”

He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night

Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask.

It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children

Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.

She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO

Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down.

This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.

Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help.

His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.

Cody

“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”

goddamnit.exe

Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe

He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.

But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.

goddamnit2.exe

More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache

Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general

He does a good job hiding his worry though

Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO

He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy

It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists

I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.

Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings

One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief

He really loves to do this because his SO just melts

Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time

His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand

404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?

He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.

“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”

Goddamnit3.exe

Fives

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”

Ecstatic is not a strong enough word

Also not subtle at all

There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows

He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.

Fives is BEYOND over the moon

He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away

Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one

Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.

Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.

Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful

He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.

In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.

Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke

Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.

When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a

Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO

Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks

Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave

“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”

He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.

“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”

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starry-crossing-zone · 10 months ago

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General Storyteller - Rex

Summary: After the Battle of Kamino, Rex finds you surrounded by clone cadets. Length: 1.4k Warnings: Post-Battle; Lots of Teasing; Rex's Flirting is Improving

The battle of Kamino had yielded heavy and unfortunate losses, but the Republic managed to repel the Separatists in the end. Rex, after promoting Echo and Fives to ARC Troopers, sought out the generals. He walked over to where Jesse and Hardcase were relaxing, assuming they would have an idea.

“Has anyone seen the generals?” Rex asked, resting his bucket against his hip.

“General Skywalker’s at the south end of the city, but I have a feeling that you’re not asking about him,” Jesse quipped, causing Rex to narrow his eyes. “She’s with Kix in the infirmary.”

“You know how she always turns into a mother hen after battle,” Hardcase reminded his captain, leaning back against the wall. He elbowed Jesse with a mischievous grin. “She’s probably giving shinies heart attacks.”

“Well, if she can make our esteemed captain blush, what hope do the shinies have, Hardcase?”

Rex, tuning out the rest of their conversation, turned and made his way to the infirmary. Due to the overflow from battle, it had expanded into the mess hall. But Rex assumed that a Jedi would be easy to spot among the clones and Kaminoans. But when he didn’t spot you, Rex made his way over to Kix, who was setting another trooper’s ankle.

“Kix, have you seen the general?”

“She’s in the other room,” Kix stated, pointing to his right. “You won’t be able to miss her.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, but continued on his way. Stepping into one of the wings of the infirmary, Rex paused when he spotted exactly what Kix was talking about. You sat at the end of the room, smiling and talking with all of the young clone cadets gathered around you.

“And then the bridge started to collapse,” you retold dramatically as you carefully bandaged up a cadet’s wrist. “The Separatists planted detonators along the bridge and lured us onto it. And the tactical droid tried to blow us all up.”

“How did you escape?” one of the cadets asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Well, we started running. Anakin and I pushed your brothers to safety with the Force because all of you and all of your brothers in every corner of this galaxy are important to us.”

You gently poked one of the cadets on the tip of his nose to emphasize your point. He blushed bright red, reminding you of another clone, and looked down at his feet bashfully while one of his brothers grabbed his shoulders from behind.

“And no good leader and certainly no good Jedi would say otherwise,” you added, looking out around at the clone cadets.

Rex was quite sure that the meaning behind your story was not part of the approved Kaminoan curriculum, but he couldn’t help but smile at his younger brothers’ reactions to your story. You smiled and finished up with bandaging a cadet’s wrist before continuing with the story.

“But then we had to run to safety ourselves. Now, Anakin was lucky enough that he was standing close to the edge. So, he escaped easily. But I wasn’t so lucky because a lingering detonator went off right behind me, causing me to lose my balance.”

“What happened next?” a cadet gasped.

“Shhh!” one of the other cadets shushed his brother.

“I’m getting to it,” you promised them with a chuckle. “As I was saying, your brother, Captain Rex, grabbed a long gun—right out of Mule’s hands, mind you—and shot a cable at me.”

“Did he hit you?” one of the cadets asked quickly.

“Do you think I’d miss, Cadet?” Rex called out teasingly.

“Captain Rex!” the cadets called turning around to see him walking towards them.

They all jumped to their feet and stood at attention. Rex stopped in front of the crowd of his young brothers and dismissed them, urging them to sit down again. He turned to you as the cadets got settled again. And even though Rex felt a familiar heat start to climb up his neck, he moved to take a seat on one of the beds. Clearing his throat as you offered him a soft smile, he nodded.

“You were saying, General.”

“Right, Captain,” you mused before turning back to his brothers. “No, Captain Rex didn’t hit me with the cable. It landed in front of me and I held onto it as the bridge tumbled down. And with some help from some of your other brothers, he pulled me up to safety.”

“Captain Rex saved your life?”

“Yes, he did,” you stated without hesitation.

“To be fair, you’ve saved mine a number of times, General,” Rex spoke up, causing you to smile.

“Yes, shall I tell all of you one of those stories next?”

The cadets cheered but Rex got back to his feet and motioned towards the door. You nodded and slowly stood up, causing the cadets to sigh and whine. Giving them a kind smile, you kneeled down so that you were eye level with all of them again.

“I must go back to being a general. But you should try and find General Kenobi, for he’s an even better story teller than me. But which battalion is the best in the GAR again?”

“The 501st!”

“And don’t you forget it,” Rex added, causing his younger brothers to grin.

Bidding the cadets goodbye, you stood up and walked with Rex out of the infirmary. The two of you moved in silence for a moment before Rex turned to you with a soft look.

“You survived the battle alright, General?”

“I should be asking you that question, Rex. This is your home. All of your homes.” You sighed and added quietly, “I’m sorry we didn’t defend it better.”

“Kamino was always a target to the Seppies,” Rex stated, turning to look forward again. “But thank you, General.” Clearing his throat a bit, Rex turned forward once again. “And thank you for looking after the cadets. They were bred for war, but they were never trained for it to happen in their own home.”

“Of course,” you returned, nodding politely. “I have a soft spot for children. I believe my master’s habits rubbed off on me.”

“It’s not a bad habit to have.”

“Well, and clone cadets are adorable. In a way, the clones and the Jedi have a lot in common. We were raised communally as well. It’s a setup most citizens find unnatural, almost.”

“Well, your people can move things with their minds. My brothers and I all share the same face. They might not be far off,” Rex quipped, causing you to chuckle.

Stepping into the lift together, you stood side by side as you made your way back to the upper floors of the facility. No doubt that Shaak Ti and Obi-Wan were looking for the two of you. Placing your hands on your hips and turned to Rex with a mischievous smile.

“What were you like as a cadet, Rex?”

“Top of my class, of course.”

“Of course,” you agreed teasingly, causing Rex to tilt his chin up. “But don’t tell me that you were always this stoic and brooding.”

“Brooding?” Rex repeated, earning a laugh in return.

“Come on, Rex. You must have broken a few rules in your time on Kamino.”

“I would assume as many as you did when you were a padawan, General.”

“My master was on the Jedi High Council, so I had an image to uphold.” After a moment, you added with a grin, “But also more time unsupervised. And, well, Anakin was a poor influence on me.” Your smile softened as you turned back to Rex. “Perhaps I’ll tell you some of those stories one day, Captain.”

“I look forward to it, General.”

Stepping off the elevator together, you and Rex shared a smile before Commander Cody called out to the two of you. Rex winced when he spotted Cody’s knowing look and you pulled on a more professional expression in the presence of the marshal commander.

“General Kenobi requested your assistance with moving some of the larger pieces of debris,” Cody told you. “He’s in the eastern part of the city.”

“Thank you, Commander Cody, I will go meet him.” Nodding to Cody, you turned to Rex, who returned your burning gaze. “I’ll see you later, Captain.”

And with that, you walked down the hall and away from them. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at Rex. Staring after you until your figure disappeared around the corner, Rex ignored Cody’s stare and smirk. Rolling his eyes, Rex brushed past his brother.

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Cody called after him, causing Rex to wince.

“Stow it, Cody.”

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starrylothcat · 1 year ago

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Hey hey! Love your writing!

I wanted to ask for some nsfw headcannons for Wolffe, Cody, and Rex. Where their F!Jedi reader keeps force projecting different sex scenes of them together during a briefing; with the boys trying to keep it together during the briefing and their reactions/what they say to her after.

I also just wanted to say, that you are one my favorite TCW/TBB writers on Tumblr!

Distractions - NSFW Headcanons with Cody, Wolffe, and Rex

Summary: You decide to spice up a pre-mission briefing meeting by projecting naughty visions to your clone, knowing you’ll pay for it later.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Absolute filth. Smut. No real plot. Dom vibes from Wolffe and Cody, slightly rough handling but everything consensual. Fingering, oral, PiV sex. Reader a Jedi, not described in detail.

Pairings: Cody x Fem!JediReader, Wolffe x Fem!JediReader, Rex x Fem!JediReader

WC: Around 2,000 total (bullet points)

A/N: Let me tell you, the squeal I squealed when I got this ask! Thank you for this filthy request, anon! And thank you for your even kinder comment, I was having some self-doubt in my writing lately and I’m glad that you are enjoying my silly little stories, it means a lot to me and I love writing for y’all!

This is pure smutty goodness below the cut, I hope it’s what you envisioned. I had fun writing this for sure! I kinda got carried away with Rex, oops. Enjoy! 💛

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💛 Cody 💛

He is a tough man to crack.

He’s always the Marshal Commander, taking his duties seriously on and off the battlefield.

You started innocently, visions of you kissing up and down his torso, slowly taking off his armor and blacks, fondling his cock, whispering how good of a girl you’ve been and that you’re ready to please your Commander in any way.

Cody didn’t even look at you, though you saw his hand twitch slightly at his side.

You smiled to yourself, projecting a more enticing scene into his mind.

This time, you were sucking his cock, his gloved hand wrapped in your hair, mumbling how amazing your lips felt around him, how much he was going to reward you later for being so good to him.

Still, nothing. Though his jaw seemed tense as he listened to Obi-Wan go over battle plans.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game, an exceedingly dangerous game, one that you will be thouroughly punished for later.

The thought shot a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, upping the ante again, needing him to crack.

The next image was of you, laying on his bunk, pleasuring yourself, two fingers deep inside your sopping pussy, your other hand pinching and tweaking your nipples writhing and moaning in pleasure, getting off completely fine without his assistance.

Since my Commander can’t be bothered to help me, I have to take matters into my own hands…

You held that teasing, lewd image in his mind, and you could almost feel the blade of his stare pierce straight through you as he finally made eye contact across the room.

It was a simple gesture that said so much, and you knew you had him.

After the meeting, you went straight to your personal quarters, knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

As your door hissed closed behind you, it was open again, and Cody had you pinned to a nearby wall so fast you barely had time to register what was happening.

Cody was deadly silent as he crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing as his armored body pressed into your robed one.

You smirked against his lips as he pulled away for air, your lungs burning. “Cody-“

Cody growled as he flipped you around, your face pressed up agains the wall, tugging down your robes, revealing your ass to him and your glistening pussy.

He gave your ass a solid smack, his lips against your ear, heavy and commanding.

“You’re not getting away with this.”

You sighed in both pain and pleasure, hearing the clunk of his codpiece hitting the floor, his fingers gripping your ass hard as he rubbed his rigid cock at your entrance.

“Is this what you wanted?” He husked, “to be filled by your Commander? To beg for this cock? Oh, mesh’la, you’ll be begging.”

You let out a whine as he teased your dripping entrance with his cockhead, already thinking you maybe took it a little too far with your visions, knowing he was a man true to his word.

It was too late now.

“Cody, please, I need-“

Smack! Another slap to your ass, his other hand wandering between your folds.

“Only good, obedient girls get this cock. After that stunt in the comm room, you have a lot to make up for.“

He swiped a finger over your clit, causing you to cry out, your body twitching, unable to move much between the wall and his solid form behind you.

He roughly rubbed your clit, pushing two fingers into your entrance, immediately finding the spongy spot that made you see stars.

“You’re soaking, mesh’la, so needy for me.”

You could feel your release coming quickly, choking out his name as his other hand groped at your breast.

Cody knew you were close, feeling you tighten around him, your high pitched moans giving you away.

Cody removed his fingers right as you were about to reach your peak.

You whimpered, trying to lean back against him, desperate for your release, for anything.

Cody spun you around again, pressing his gloved fingers soaked with your juice to your lips.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you cum. You haven’t proved yourself to me, though. Now be a good girl, and clean me up.”

You licked his gloved fingers clean, tasting yourself and giving him a little show of what you could do with your tongue, if you let him.

Cody’s eyes darkened, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“On your knees, mesh’la. Like I said, you have a lot to make up for.”

🖤 Wolffe 🖤

The image you projected was absolutely filthy.

Your hands were pinned behind your back by his large hand, the other pressing between your shoulder blades keeping you down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind.

You were shamelessly moaning his name like a dirty Holofilm star, crying out for him to go harder, faster.

You stood at attention, casually glancing at him, noticing a bead of sweat forming at Wolffe’s temple.

You could sense he was trying his best not to leap over the holomap and ravage you in front of everyone.

You decided he had enough of the first fantasy, briefly closed your eyes, projecting another scene into his mind.

You were on your knees in front of him, your mouth open as he shoots ropes of cum all over your face, greedily lapping it up, kissing up and down his still-hard cock, begging for more.

Wolffe’s eyes flashed at you, his cybernetic eye and scar making him look more dangerous than usual, his eyes narrowing.

Got him.

You were enjoying watching him keep it together, a vein bulging at his forehead, his neck tense as he stood at attention, listening to Master Koon’s hologram.

You knew you were in for it after the meeting.

That was the entire point.

Wolffe was practically kicking down the door to your personal quarters after the meeting, pinning you to your bed, his mouth ravaging yours, moving down to suck and bite at your neck, hard.

He had your wrists held above your head with one hand, his grip like iron.

There was no escape.

“What was that?” He growled as he continued the assault on your neck, his hand tightening even more around your wrists that were wiggling to get free.

You whined as his hand that was digging into your waist moved under your robes, up toward your breasts.

“Answer me, mesh’la. Or you won’t get what you so obviously want.”

His gloved touch left a trail of fire on your skin, sending goosebumps across your body and a jolt of arousal straight to your pussy, your panties wet at the anticipation.

“You looked bored during the meeting.” You smirked at up at him, breathy pants leaving you as he touched you. “Thought you could use some entertainment.”

Wolffe’s gaze darkened at your teasing tone, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Without warning, he ripped open the front of your robes, yanking down your breast band.

You yelped as he attacked your breasts with this lips and teeth, leaving more marks for him to gently kiss over later when he was through with you.

“Do you want my cum, mesh’la? Is that what you want?” Wolffe grunted against your flushed skin as he switched to your other breast.

You gasped a yes, his teeth expertly nipping and tugging at your sensitive bud.

You writhed, your wrists still restrained above your head by his strong hand.

“I’ll fill your mouth to the brim, and you’ll swallow every drop, isn’t that right you filthy girl?”

You nodded, almost delirious just at his mouth on your nipples. He hadn’t even really started touching you yet.

“And then I’ll fill that pretty pussy of yours, but only if you behave. Will you behave for me?”

“Y-yes!” Your voice cracked, needing him to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.

“Yes…?” He stopped, his predatory gaze locking on you.

“Yes…Commander.”

“Good girl.”

Wolffe continued ravaging your breasts, your mewls filling the room.

“Please, I want your cock inside me, I want you to cum so deep inside me, Wolf-Commander. I’ll be good, I promise…”

Wolffe released your wrists, your hands finally free.

“You haven’t been good though, you knew that the second you invaded my mind with those visions.”

Wolffe sat up, and began removing his armor. You forgot it was even still on.

“I’ll make sure you’re properly punished for such distractions, and then I’ll decide when you’re ready for my cock.”

You shivered at his promise as he climbed over you, just in his blacks, the outline of his rigid cock straining against the fabric.

“I dunno, Commander. You seem to be all bark and no bite.” You teased, knowing you were getting yourself into even more trouble.

A dark chuckle reverberated in his chest, ripping your pants and panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.

Wolffe grasped your thighs, biting down into the soft flesh of your inner leg, earning a loud yelp from you as his tongue eased the first of many marks he will leave on your body.

“Be careful what you wish for, mesh’la.”

💙 Rex 💙

You had him sweating and fidgeting as Rex tried to keep a straight face in the briefing room.

Rex was attempting to listen to the mission report, but your vision in his mind was proving to be quite the distraction.

You were on his face, his hands grasping your thighs as he feasted on your pussy from below.

“Rex, oh kriff, more, please, I need your big cock, I want you to ruin me.”

Rex gave you a desperate look from across the room, slightly shaking his head.

You ignored his pleading glance, changing the vision.

Now, you were splayed out on his desk in his private Captain’s quarters, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you, your back arching as you rubbed your clit, cumming over and over again around him.

His desk was dripping with your juices, your breasts bouncing almost comically as you cried out his name, hamming up the vision to see Rex squirm.

Rex suddenly coughed, everyone in the room looking at him momentarily.

You rocked on your heels, hands behind your back, pretending to listen as the pre-mission brief continued, completely innocent.

Finally, the meeting ended.

You exited the room, Rex quickly walking past you.

“My office. Now.” He hissed quietly, before being called over by Anakin to discuss further plans.

When Rex opened the door to his office, you were sitting at his desk, waiting for him.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, General.” Rex strode up to you, placing his hands on his desk, leaning over toward you.

You loved it when he used his serious Captain voice on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”

“You know.” His voice dropped an octave, husky and gruff, just how you liked it.

“You’ll have to elaborate. I can’t read minds.”

Rex stood up straight, his expression unreadable. You continued to sit in his chair as he walked around the desk and over to you.

Rex leaned down again, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, caging you in.

For a moment, you thought he was actually upset with you. You felt guilty, maybe you did take it too far in the meeting.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but Rex spoke first.

“I think you can, mesh’la. How else would you know those visions are what I think about doing to you every waking moment?”

His lips were hovering centimeters from yours, a quiet gasp leaving your lips, your body quivering at his statement.

Oh, he liked it.

His breath fanned over your face, feeling your panties dampen, his usual soft eyes glazed over with lust.

You leaned forward to close the small distance, wanting to taste him, but he pulled away, avoiding your kiss.

“Mmm, mesh’la. You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” Rex purred in your ear, his gloved hand snaking up your neck, tilting your head to the side.

He placed a hot kiss right below your ear, lazily licking your neck.

“Rex…” you sighed, grasping at his shoulder pads, his teeth grazing your skin, his lips pressing to the side of your jaw.

“You want something from me?” He removed himself from you, kneeling between your legs.

“I’m not sure if you deserve it. I could write you up for what you did back there.”

Rex hooked his fingers under your pants, pulling them down your legs. You lifted your ass, helping him remove your lower clothes.

“Yeah? What would the report say?” You shuddered as Rex began lavishing your bare thighs, teeth and tongue sucking and nibbling as he slowly made his way up to your aching apex.

You could feel Rex smirk against your skin.

“My General coercing me into questionable situations. Inappropriate use of Jedi abilities.”

Rex stopped right at your core, aching and throbbing for him. You could feel his breath on your pussy, desperate now for any friction.

You let out a frustrated whine as Rex kissed your inner thigh, ignoring where you needed him most.

“Rex…”

“Patience, mesh’la. You need a lesson in discipline, it seems.”

Rex brushed his nose against your clit, your hips instinctually bucking up toward him, your hands grasping at his buzzed hair.

You groaned impatiently as he gently kissed your labia, touching you everywhere but your clit.

“You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” He rumbled into your core, a finger now teasing your entrance.

You panted, knowing you asked for this, that you deserved this, but you could still protest to his teasing.

“Captain, please…” You begged, shifting your hips, hoping he would press his finger knuckle deep inside you.

Rex continued to just tease your entrance with his finger tip, slowly circling, not quite pressing all the way inside.

“Kriff, you’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you on my desk? Do you want to cum over and over again on my cock?”

You nodded, heavy pants the only sound able to leave your lips as he finally pressed his finger inside.

“Use your words, is that what you want?”

Rex’s lips were brushing over your clit, the teasing almost too much.

“Y-yes! Please, Rex, I need you inside me!” Your words came out as a garbled cry as he suddenly sucked on your clit, adding a second finger to your pussy, stretching you so deliciously you thought you might cry, pleasure shooting up your spine.

And his cock wasn’t even inside you yet.

“You’ll get my cock, mesh’la, don’t worry. But first, I want you to cum just like this.” Rex added a third finger, his tongue and lips circling your clit, your vision white from the pleasure as you squirmed and writhed in his chair, totally at his mercy, your orgasm building quickly.

You came apart on his fingers, shaking and sobbing his name, pleasure coursing through you as Rex’s fingers and mouth worked you through your first orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” Rex’s pupils were blown with desire, licking his lips as he cleaned you up, his baritone voice was laden with desire, his control now gone.

You barely had time to come down from you high as Rex easily lifted you onto his desk, removing his codpiece in a flash, pulling down his blacks far enough for his flushed, dripping cock to spring free.

“And you’re going to cum again, and again, and again. Are you ready, mesh’la? This is what you asked for.”

Your answer was a cry of his name, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed into you, starting a devastating pace, fucking you exactly like you showed him in your vision.

Your last coherent thought before being so thoroughly fucked and blissed out by your Captain was that you should definitely tease him like this more often.

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hey!! loved reading your fives and rex fics!! could i possibly maybe request a captain rex x reader where the reader is a jedi and she's ina. similar situation to the one ahsoka was in during the final season (order 66 scene)? eek ilysm

where trust falls apart

Rex x F!Reader / Jedi!Reader

word count: 4.6k

description: the end of the war is near, but when the clones turn on you, you come to understand that your hardship has only just begun

warnings/tags: angst! hurt/comfort, order 66, rex under the influence of the inhibitor chip, canon-typical violence, mention of the conspiracy arc, friends to lovers fluff at the end :)

a/n: hi anon ! thank you so much <3 I haven't written anything about order 66 yet so thanks for requesting, I hope this is the kind of thing you were looking for !

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Looking out on the stars, you couldn’t help but muse on how the past few years, the years of your life that you had given to the war, were coming to a close.

There was something in the air, a feeling of calm, stillness, that felt oddly like being lulled into a false sense of security. The end of the war was nearing, everyone could feel it. Count Dooku had been defeated, General Kenobi had engaged General Grievous on Utapau, and you yourself had just come from Mandalore, having assisted in the capture of Darth Maul. There was a finality about the jump to hyperspace, as if leaving all grievances in the past, finally having prevailed against any and all adversaries.

Despite the relief you thought you might feel, there was something uncomfortable nagging at you from the back of your mind. You had thanked the clones alongside you for their part in the war, and then had retreated to a small room towards the back of the ship, with a window to the galaxy where you could just be alone with the stars.

It was emptiness that you felt, and you couldn’t figure out why. You should be happy, with the war ending, and hopefully being able to step down from your role as a General and become a keeper of the peace once again. However, the loneliness nagged at you nonetheless.

There was a knock at the door, and you pulled your eyes from the swirling blues of hyperspace to call for the person to enter. When the door zipped open, you were pleased to be met by the figure of the Captain of the 501st.

“General” he addressed you with a respectful nod of his head, though his expression betrayed something hesitant.

“Captain” you replied, “is everything alright?”

“Fine, sir” he confirmed, though didn’t elaborate as he stood in the doorway, gripping his helmet at his side.

”Did you need me for anything?” you asked, a little confused by his demeanour.

“No General, I just came to—” he paused, looking to the floor before he found your eyes again, “may I come in?”

You smiled, your questioning gaze softening at the timidity of the otherwise brave soldier, “of course”

Rex was a complication that you never saw coming.

With you not having your own battalion, you were placed wherever most support was needed, and in many of those instances, you had been deployed alongside the 501st. When you first met Rex, you had been struck by how easily confident he was, how collected he seemed in the face of a war that promised no end, and a General that sought to break his composure with every crazy new tactic he could think of.

As time passed, and you got to know Rex better, you became so effortlessly enamoured by him. He was charming and easy to get along with, if a little awkward at times, but that only endeared you to him more. You had spent many a campaign fighting at his side, and the feeling was always exhilarating. Your movements were harmonious with his in a especially instinctual way, working together as one unit without the need to tell him what to do. You understood each other, in a certain way.

Before you could think to pull yourself back, you realised your feelings towards him had reached the depths that no jedi should be indulging in. You tried to act as if it didn’t affect you, as if he didn’t affect you, but with every lingering look, every benevolent smile and awkward wave, you were failing miserably.

It was somewhat clear to you that Rex might feel the same way. He was always given away by the blush that spread across his cheeks whenever you thanked him or complimented his tactical skills, and as much as you felt you shouldn’t, sometimes you did so just to get that adorable reaction.

Rex was a restrained man. You knew that he’d never compromise your position as a jedi and as a General, and part of you was thankful for that, but there was also a part of you that wished upon every star that he would one day lose his composure and take what he so clearly wanted from you.

Now, as he closed the door behind him without taking his eyes from you, you took a moment to make another of those wishes.

“Are you okay General?” he asked, his voice cautious, as if he didn’t want to overstep.

“Yeah” you smiled softly, “just needed to get away for a moment”

Rex hesitated before he replied, “would you like me to leave?”

You chuckled slightly, “no, I’m glad you’re here”

The familiar blush spread across his cheeks as he shifted on his feet, forcing his gaze down to look at the floor.

“What did you come for?” you asked.

“Oh” the word fell from his lips as if he’d been caught, “I was just coming to check on you”

You couldn’t stop the way your heart fluttered, “why?”

Rex faltered, his eyes glued to his boots as he spoke quietly, “you know I care about you General, I—” he gulped, “I could tell that you weren’t feeling great after getting back to the ship, and I don’t want to impose but I couldn’t—”

“Rex” you placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping his rambling and making his head snap up to look at you with wide eyes, “thank you”

Rex didn’t speak, but the way his breath hitched, cheeks darkening further as his eyes dragged across your features, told you it had more of an effect on him than he’d let on. You shouldn’t test his patience, really, but watching him squirm like this was something that you relished in. You took your hand away from him, and he exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot, about the war coming to an end” you confessed, turning back around the look out of the window.

Rex came to stand beside you, “what about it?”

You sighed, an action that gave away your fatigue, “I’m just not sure what comes next, it’s… troubling”

Rex nodded, “I understand”

His voice was quiet, and you turned to look at him. His amber eyes bore into you with an intensity that made your insides constrict. You’d seen the look before, but never in such close quarters, and the earnestness of it was startling.

“I’ll miss working with you, General” he said quietly, and the way his eyebrows pinched slightly as he spoke told you that his words meant more than he was saying.

You turned your body, resting the side of your head against the glass as you looked up at him, “so will I”

For a moment, neither one of you moved, too wrapped up in each other’s gazes to find a reason to look away. It was thrilling, holding his attention in this way, and before you could restrain yourself, you were speaking again.

“I’ll miss you a lot, Rex”

Rex sighed slightly, his shoulders sagging as he shifted closer to you. His gaze turned sorrowful, and his nervousness was obvious in the way his fingers fidgeted with the edge of his helmet.

“General, I need to tell you something” he whispered, and your heart lurched.

You took a step towards him so that your boots nearly touched his, and for once he didn’t look like he was going to move away. You pried his helmet from his twitching fingers and placed it on the windowsill, and his hands fell to his sides.

“What is it, Captain?” you asked in reply.

He looked nervous to speak, his mouth opening and then promptly closing when he couldn’t form the words. You hoped that the way you were looking up at him would give him the confidence to say what was on his mind, but you were pleasantly surprised when instead, he opted to lift a hand and sweep some of your hair behind your ear, then rest his palm against your cheek. His touch was painfully gentle, as if he was still trying to keep you at arm’s length, but it made your breath catch in your throat nonetheless.

”General, I—”

His gentle tone was interrupted by the shrill beeping of a comm device, and for a moment, he let it ring out, swiping his thumb across your cheek.

“Just give me a moment to see what this is about” he murmured, and then moved away to the other side of the room to receive the comm call.

Your blood felt hot, Rex’s touch still searing into your skin and sending tingles all throughout your body. You couldn’t believe that he’d actually crossed the line, and the anticipatory thrill that ran through you made you breathless.

You turned to admire him for a moment, and saw him clip the comm back onto his belt, and then slowly take a blaster from its holster. A cold feeling gripped you, a sharp pain piercing your mind and making your head ache. Rex wasn’t turning around, and you saw the way his hand trembled as he held his blaster tightly.

“Rex? What is it?” you asked worriedly, taking a few steps towards him.

“Get…” his voice was low, dangerous, and you froze, “get out”

You took another step but his voice was insistent.

”Run”

“Rex, what—?” you reached out to him, gently touching his arm, but you realised the error of your ways immediately.

He grabbed your wrist before you had barely touched him, and twisted your arm behind you at a painful angle, drawing a yelp from your throat. Your hand flung to your belt on instinct, calling your lightsaber to you, but Rex got his hand to your other wrist before you could get your fingers around it. The sound of the metal weapon clattering to the floor rang out in the quiet of the small room, and Rex pushed you into the wall, your cheek taking the full force of his strength. You groaned, feeling your face throbbing with pain as you heard Rex kick away your lightsaber.

You had barely had time to process what was happening, and it seemed so preposterous that you weren’t fully convinced that it was. Perhaps this was some sick daydream that you were having. That thought was knocked from you at the feeling of Rex pressing you into the wall, his palm against the back of your head.

“Stay put and be quiet” he spoke, and his voice was cold and harsh, two things you had never associated with him.

“Rex—”

“I said quiet” he growled in your ear, his breath tickling your neck and making you shudder.

You’d never been afraid of Rex, there was no reason to be after all. Though with the feeling of something shifting the tide against you, and knowing exactly the kind of things that Rex was capable of, a visceral fear gripped you body. You couldn't move, and luckily that's all he was asking for right now.

You felt the barrel of a blaster dig into the back of your head, earning another pained noise. You quickly felt hot tears springing from your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Rex what's going on? Why are you doing this?” you voice betrayed every inch of fear that held you captive. You sounded small, a quivering mess that tripped over words.

Before Rex could reply, if he even would have, a voice crackled through his comm, “Captain, sir, we can't find the target, have you got eyes on her?”

It was Jesse’s voice, and an unbidden whimper escaped your lips, earning a knee to the back and another grunt of pain from you. You couldn't understand why your men would turn on you in this way, and especially Rex.

The sensation that invaded your mind in the next moments was the most horrifying feeling that had ever seized you. You heard the cries through the force, their agony creating a wave of pain, a fever that wracked your body, making everything ache. You were brought to your knees by it, your chest constricting and feeling like you couldn't get enough air into your lungs.

“I'm dealing with it” Rex said simply, and pushed his blaster into your head once more, bringing you back to the present moment.

You could feel the way his hand shook, and you couldn't help but think that he should have shot you by now. You tilted your head back slowly, looking up at him as he towered above you with a steely expression that didn't suit him one bit.

“Rex, please” you whispered the desperate plea, and you could see the way his eyes shone, a watery layer of tears covering their surface despite the otherwise fierce look.

Without making any sudden movements, you gradually turned around and stood up. His blaster was now pressing into your forehead, but upon closer inspection you realised that he didn't even have his finger on the trigger. You slowly lifted your hands up, placing them over his, and trying to inject some calm into him, a soothing gesture through the force. All you could feel bouncing back at you was something cold and unfeeling, something bleak that didn't feel anything like he usually did.

Beneath it all there was a small flicker of light, which felt like it was trying to escape with every last bit of energy it had. It felt like Rex was being held captive in his own body, and the notion shook you to your core.

“Rex, it's okay” you tried to soothe, but he just pressed you back more, your head hitting into the wall and bringing a new discomfort.

He was close, watching tears slip out of your eyes from mere inches away, but the only thing he did was finally put his finger to the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing what you had to do to get out of this situation.

“I'm so sorry Rex” you whispered, before mustering all the strength within you to push him back and send him careening into the wall opposite.

His head hit the durasteel with a sickening thud, carving a dent where it found its mark, and you cringed, hoping it hadn't done any serious damage to him. He was still conscious, barely, groaning at the injury and holding the back of his head in his hand. You took your chance and summoned your lightsaber, scurrying from the room and heading straight to the hangar with haste.

It had been months, or you thought so at least. You stopped counting the days when you realised that it didn't really matter. It was in the past, that was all that was important.

You were a different person now, at least in the mind of those around you. You went by a different name, and it seemed fitting for how you felt like a shell of the person you used to be. You'd found work on some outer rim planet that you'd never knew existed until you almost crashed into its surface. It was far enough away from the core worlds that it was doubtful that anyone would recognise you, but you still tried not to make a show of yourself. It was easy work, fixing up speeders and other hunks of junk that people brought in. It was pretty mindless work, but you had always been good with your hands, and the pay wasn't awful.

Unfortunately, the mindlessness of it gave you plenty of time to think. It had been months, but you were still confused.

Rex was probably your closest friend, someone you had trusted with your life, but that trust had been proven futile the moment he put a blaster to your head. You knew that something had to have been seriously wrong to do such a thing. Even if he suddenly decided your friendship was worthless, he was a good man. He couldn't do such a thing in his right mind. The cold sensation that gripped you when you touched his hand still haunted your dreams, but you were not closer to figuring it out.

It was late, rain was pouring down outside the garage and providing a calming backdrop to your tinkering, and you were slid underneath a speeder, humming something to keep your mind focused with your hands buried in tangled wires. You felt someone approaching before their footsteps reached your ears, and an irritated sigh left your lips. You remembered turning the sign on the door to show you were finished for the day. Apparently this person had taken it upon themself to investigate anyway.

“We’re closed” you said in a flat voice, not enough energy to inject any warmth into your voice.

The person didn't reply, and you could feel them standing there still, unmoving. With another ennervated noise leaving your lips, you slid out from underneath the speeder to give them a piece of your mind, but your words died on your lips when you saw the person looking down at you.

You instantly pulled the blaster from the holster at your hip, and his hands shot up in surrender.

“Please don't shoot, I'm not going to hurt you”

You didn't know what to, or say. You had imagined what you might say if you came upon Rex again, you couldn't help it, but all of your previous thoughts were spilling from your head at the sight of him actually standing there. You stood up, keeping your blaster pointed at him, ready to run if need be. Of course you'd never shoot him, and he probably knew that, but it was still a protective measure you weren't going to neglect.

“How did you find me?” you asked, trying to keep your voice strong.

“Please put the blaster d—” Rex's please was cut off by you doubling down, stepping forwards with your finger on the trigger.

“I asked you a question” you remarked.

“I— Senator Organa told me where I could find you” he said carefully.

Your frown was deep and betrayed your mistrust before you spoke, “you're lying”

“I'm no—”

“Why would he tell you?” you pushed your blaster into his forehead, trying your best to be intimidating, but he just looked calm, his eyes piercing you as they had before he turned on you, a reverence in his gaze that gave you pause.

It made your heart stutter, but you couldn't give in so easily. He didn't pull away, he didn't do anything but watch you for a moment, and you could feel yourself giving in.

“Because I asked” he replied softly, bringing his hands up and placing them over yours.

You only realised then that you were shaking, with the steadiness and warmth of Rex engulfing your hands. You could feel none of the cold and harsh feeling that reached for your mind the last time you had touched him, only the warmth of his usual presence through the force. Strong and glowing, unyieldingly positive and steadfast, just comforting.

You felt Rex take the blaster from you and throw it away, holding your trembling hands in his and enrapturing you with his steady gaze.

“You don't need to be afraid of me” his voice was soothing and gentle.

“I don't understand” you whispered, your voice trembling, though no longer in fear.

Rex tentatively pulled you forward and wrapped his arms around you, and you took the bait instantly. You buried your face in his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, enveloping yourself in his warmth, his comfort.

“I'm so sorry General” he said softly, sounding utterly apologetic, “you're safe, I can explain everything”

It did feel safe, being in his arms, but you still couldn't so easily shake what had happened the last time you saw him.

“Why did you—” it was hard to say, hard to admit, “you were going to kill me”

His arms tightened around you, “I couldn't control it General, I—” he sighed and rested his chin on the top of your head, “I have a lot of explaining to do”

A small laugh escaped you even though you knew it wasn't a joke. Perhaps it was just that the situation seemed so ridiculous.

“You think?” you pulled back to look up at him, a small smile pulling at your lips.

Rex's hand found its place on your cheek as he smiled back, and you leaned into it, about to close your eyes until you noticed a thin scar on the side of his head.

“What's this?” you reached up and traced your finger along it.

Rex huffed a little, “the explanation”

You frowned up at him, not taking his meaning at all.

“I— it’s a lot, it's hard to—”

You stepped out of his embrace to gesture behind you, “why don't you come and sit down in my room”

Rex looked to the door you were pointing to across the room, hesitant for a moment before he met your gaze again with a small smile, “yeah, that sounds good”

After showing him into the small room, Rex took a seat on the old sofa that clung to the wall, while you went about making a batch of caf. You were suddenly struck by how different things were. You weren't entirely sure what was going on in the larger galaxy, having run away from it all, but what you knew was that whoever Rex was to you now, was something completely different. He was no longer a soldier under your command, you no longer his General. Something about it sent a thrill through you, but you tried to supress thinking about that until he'd explained himself.

You offered him the cup of caf, and grabbed your own, taking a seat beside him and bringing your knees to your chest. Rex looked despondently down onto his cup, swirling it gently before taking a sip. You saw his shoulders relax as he breathed out, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. You realised then just how tired and run down he looked, and you became more nervous for him to disclose what had happened to him.

He began by telling you about what happened to Fives, what he uncovered and what went down in the warehouse where he died. He told you how he held him in his arms when he took his last breath, how nobody believed him and he had to go on knowing about the chip in his head without the knowledge of what it really meant.

You remembered seeing Rex soon after it had all gone down, and thinking that he seemed changed, as if he was trying to hold it together for the sake of his men. You knew it had affected him more than he was letting on, you just hadn't known why.

He told you that after you'd run away from him when his chip activated, he'd gone looking for you and instead ran into Ahsoka, and how she had helped him remove it before their hard-won escape.

“I'm so sorry General” He looked over to you for the first time since he began speaking, and you could see the tears in the corners of his eyes, “I tried to control it, but…”

He stopped speaking, his face contorting in a frown as he tried to quell his emotions.

“I would never have— you know that I'd never—”

“Rex” you stopped him with hand over his when you could see his emotions getting the better of him, “I know. I knew something was wrong, that it wasn't you. I could feel it”

His brows pinched slightly as he let out a deep breath, relief flooding his expression. He sat back, slumping against the back of the sofa and resting his head on the wall as he closed his eyes. He looked so tired and overwhelmed, and your heart ached for him.

“So… all of the jedi, they're—” you stopped short of the painful word, but Rex understood.

He opened his eyes and nodded, “aside from Ahsoka... yes. as far as I know”

You tightened your arms around your shins and let out a long breath, resting your head on your knees and looking down. You had expected as much. The loss you felt though the force was crippling, there could be no other explanation for such an agonizing feeling.

“I'm so sorry” Rex said quietly and your eyes flicked back to him. He looked so remorseful, as if he was carrying to whole weight of the galaxy on his shoulders.

“It's not your fault, Rex” you shook your head, “you're a victim of this as much as I am”

“I know, but—” his eyes softened, “I know how much being a jedi meant to you, I'm just sorry that things turned out this way”

You nodded, a sad smile lifting your lips, “me too”

A silence stretched out between you, neither one of you deigning to speak again for a moment as the gravity of the situation overtook you. Though, there was something still playing on your mind, something you needed to know.

“Rex… when you—” you chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment, wondering if you should bring it up, “before everything happened, you said you had something to tell me”

“Oh” his eyes widened for a moment, and you could see a blush grow on his cheeks, “I did say that, yeah”

You waited a moment, but when he didn't say anything else you raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“Ah, it's nothing” he spoke with a nervous chuckle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.

“Nothing?” you asked, tipping your head to the side, an almost teasing look in your eyes and a smirk crossing your lips.

He huffed slightly, his cheeks darkening further, “you shouldn't look at me like that, General”

Your heart pounded in your chest at his low and somewhat sultry tone, but it only spurred you on, “why not?”

“Because… you're my superior”

“No I'm not” you challenged.

You were no longer bound by the titles that once held you from each other, and you watched with a somewhat triumphant expression as you saw that realisation set into his face.

“No… you're not” he said slowly, quietly, as if testing the words to see how true they felt.

With an unhurried pace, but not hesitation, Rex reached out took your ankles, drawing your legs away from your chest and draping one one of them over his lap as he shifted towards you. He placed himself between your legs, taking your face in his hand and taking a moment to cast his gaze across your features.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked, your voice breathless.

Rex's lips quirked up slightly, in a coy manner that you'd never seen from him.

“My orders” he whispered, his breath fanning over your lips.

You bit into your lip as a surprised chuckle left you. You'd never known Rex act like this, but you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of it.

“Kiss me, Captain”

“Of course, General”

His lips captured yours with a celerity, much less reserved an action that you’d come to expect from him. His hands snaked around your waist, his grip on you tightening as your met the intensity of his kiss with ardour, pulling him in by his neck.

His lips started exploring past the bounds of your lips, trailing kisses along the underside of your jaw and throat, his teeth dragging along your collarbone. You could scarcely believe it was happening, and your fingers pinched the skin of your wrist to make sure. You felt Rex huff a laugh against your skin before he pulled back from you, which only made you shudder.

“Did you just pinch yourself?” he asked in a breathy chuckle.

“Shut up” you laughed in reply, an embarrassed blush scorching your ears as you pulled his lips back onto yours.

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meshla-cyarika · 2 months ago

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Can I be honest for a second and say that one of my biggest fanfiction pet peeves is when someone will write their character or the reader insert as someone who should in theory be really badass (for example a Jedi or a Mandalorian, or an Avenger, or a soldier/fighter in general) and then make them really weak and basically not be able to handle themselves at all? Like come on realistically these mfs should be able to kill someone. Maybe this is just me being a girl who isn't girly, but I just want a character like this who can actually defend themselves and doesn't cry and need to be picked up by their s/o all the time.

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momojedi · 9 months ago

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Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

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kometqh · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

501st x F!Jedi!Reader General Skywalker clearly wasn't a reliable source of intell, having pointed you and Rex's squad into the icy tumbra of a long deserted planet, however, it was due to his calculated mistake that the Clones were able to reveal your deeply hidden desires. Being stuck in a cave with numerous handsome, attractive men was not on your to-do list, yet you weren't complaining. Word Count: 3028

Warnings: Unedited, random brain rainbow vomit I had whilst practicing writing techniques <3 It's somewhat (quite) spicy towards the end. There is a lot of fluff throughout most of it! A/N: This is mostly just Tup, Rex and Fives x reader as this was a very spontaneous fic T_T pls forgive me.

"General Skywalker said this would be an easy mission," Fives hissed under his breath, the deep, reverbrating sound of his voice lost underneath the wolfish howling of the wind, clusters of snow beating at his helmet. This was supposed to be a quick and easy diplomatic trip, but where did he and the 501st Legion find themselves? Somewhere on a deserted, icy, snowy planet. "My toes are about to fall off!"

"Yeah, he promised us there'd be clear blue skies and hot weather. A beach even!" Echo added on, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Rather than being on a hot, sandy beach, the brothers had found themselves treading through waist-deep snow, their fingers and toes turning into icicles, their blasters heavy in their grasps.

"I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic trip, Captain," Fives continued, his voice becoming white noise as Rex all but ignored his brother, gracing him with an occasional hum or grunt, to let him know he was listening. But he wasn't hearing. Rex was also unhappy with the circumstances, but it was his job to do this kind of thing. It's not like the clones could refuse not going on a mission, not going head-first into a battle, so he definitely would have appreciated General Skywalker's honesty, over trickery.

The weather was only getting worse, the wind and snow beating at the men cruelly, the blue paint on their armour completely disappeared under the clusters of snow that had latched themselves onto the clones.

He paused in his tracks, scanning the area through his optical goggles. He spotted something. Something dark, something round. His men stopped behind him, eerily silent as they anticipated their Captain's next words.

Rex, turning to face his brothers, couldn't help the way his shoulders visibly relaxed as he relayed the news, "I see a cave entrance just a couple yards ahead, boys! We will seek shelter there!" He exclaimed, waving his arm, signalling for them to keep going, to keep following him.

In the very back, just behind Tup and Jesse, a lone, female Jedi guarded their backs, one hand hovering protectively over her weapon, the other shielded away in the pocket of her coat. A backpack hung onto her shoulders, the leather material soaked and cold, receiving most of the onslaught of the weather.

Her mind was wandering, body craving to feel the heat of a hot sun glazing against her bare skin, just as Anakin had hinted to. But instead, she was stuck walking through a blizzard, her body cold and tired.

She had also been excited to spend some quality time with the boys from the 501st, whom she had been recently often paired with for missions. The sight of them all relaxing and enjoying their time on the beach, with their tops exposed, tan skin glistening under the sunlight.. Yeah, that would have been a sight worth seeing.

A sudden, much harsher gust of wind jolted her from her thoughts, clumps of snow quickly settling against the icy skin on her face.

Her robes, too, were soaked, struggling to maintain the warmth in her body as she did her best to follow the path created by the clones, snow crunching under her winter boots.

She too wasn't made aware of the true conditions of the mission. She couldn't tap into the force either, to predict or to feel some kind of warning of the mission ahead. What was Skywalker thinking? He was lucky none of her men had fallen! The moment she'd get back, the moment her eyes would land on him, he would be wise to run for the hills. She could imagine the fear in his eyes as she comically choked him out, swaying the male back and forth in a fit of anger.

Relief flooded the squad as one by one, they made their way into the cave, it being cleared by their Captain and medic, Rex and Kix.

Quickly setting camp, the clones hovered around their makeshift fire, some huddled close together, others snuggling under individual, soaked blankets. The snow had penetrated all of their supplies; food, water, tents and blankets. All they could do was hope that the fire would last long enough for the storm to pass, for their blankets to dry out and warm up.

"What the hell was the General thinking?" Fives muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed his bare hands together until they were warm enough, and then he shifted closer to the fire.

His feet stung, the feeling just barely coming back to him after that gruelling tread. He was sure if his feet didn't fall off yet, then something else soon would.

You exhaled a heavy sigh, a blanket resting over your shoulders as you extended your palms out towards the fire. Rex had been kind enough to lend you his blanket, noticing that your robes and skirt were practically drenched from the weather. Sure, you weren't dressed for the beach, but you also weren't dressed well enough for a blizzard.

You were lucky to have been warned, or rather told, by Master Kenobi of the true conditions of your mission. If you hadn't been, your troops wouldn't have had enough time to prepare for the weather.

Looking over your squad, you made eye contact with Tup. A worried frown ghosted over his rough features, the creases that you hated so much appearing on his forehead.

Slowly, you made your way over to the trooper, one hand outstretched.

"Tup? Are you okay?" You asked, resting your hand over his shoulder. As if startled, the man looked to you, his brows quirked in surprise.

"G-General? Why do you ask?" He questioned, gaze flickering down to your hand, before coming back up to stare into your eyes. A soft, pink hue dusted over his cheeks, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sure, he was sweet and kind, he was the shyest of your men. He was almost like a puppy, his chocolatey brown eyes so deep, so sweet, you had lost yourself in them again.

He was the only man who gazed into your eyes long enough for you to drown, a soft smile erupting on your face as you fought your best to not reach up and caress his cheek in your palm.

"General? Are you listening?" He asked, his gloved hands reaching up to shake at your shoulders, gently.

Your lashes fluttered over your eyes, taking in a deep exhale, you shrugged. Were you really okay?

Taking a moment to respond, your gaze flickered up, noticing how wet his hair was.

"Tup, d'you want me to dry your hair?" The words tumbled from your mouth before your brain could finish processing their meaning. Tup's eyes widened into saucers as he stood there, frozen. You had never been so caring to your men, at least, not like this.

Remember that pink hue that dusted his cheeks just a moment ago? Yeah, now that's turned into a beetroot blush, the colour painting his ears, his face and neck in a deep shade of reddish-purple. Would it be okay for you to display such blatant acts of affection? Wouldn't that be against the rules and regulations of the Jedi council? Against the regulations of the GAR? If so, would his brothers snitch?

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You started, your mouth quickly dropping into the shape of an 'o' as Tup interrupted you.

"General, I would love for you to dry my hair." He said with a soft smile, scratching at the back of his nape.

Realising it was too late now to back out, you gave a small nod of your head before taking his gloved hand in yours, the leathery material scraping nicely against your soft skin, as you led him closer to the campfire.

Motioning for Tup to sit down, you stood directly behind, and, above him, reaching to remove your dry blanket from your shoulders. You didn't have a towel, so a blanket should be a good enough substitute. Your hands reached to remove his hairtie, sliding it over your hand to rest on your wrist, your fingers quickly making their way to masssage Tup's scalp.

As he leaned his head back into your soft hold, Tup couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Your fingernails grazed softly against his skin, tugging gently at his soft curls, sending eletric shivers down the male's spine.

But it was when your hands slid from his scalp, over to his nape and shoulders, applying soft but firm pressure against his tired muscles that the involuntary groan escaped his lips, rumbling deep from within his chest.

Your body stiffened, stopping your ministrations as a familiar spark shot through your heart, right down to your abdomen.

Your eyes, wide and unblinking, stared into Tup's as the colour red flushed his cheeks once more. His eyes searched yours, a worried glint dancing across as he waited for your reaction. His lips stuttered as he was about to apologise, provide an excuse, tell you it was okay if you didn't want to continue.

But the words fell short on his tongue as the corners of your lips tugged upwards, your hands applying the slightest bit more pressure to his sore muscles.

A grunt was stiffled in his throat, his eye fighting hard to stay open, looking anywhere but at your face. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, give you the wrong idea-

None of his brothers did.

Though a lump formed in his throat as Tup looked around the cave, noticing the numerous lingering gazes of his brothers as they sat there, watching your movements. He could almost feel the jealousy vibrating off of Rex in waves, his gaze hardened as the corners of his lips fought to stay straight.

A smirk tugged at Tup's lips, as he noticed Jesse squint his eyes at him. Deciding to add fuel to the fire, Tup groaned again when your hands pressed against a particularly tense muscle in his shoulder.

"Woah, General, where did you learn this?" He asked, a familiar warmth blooming in his abdomen as your nimble fingers danced across his shoulders, tugging at the black suit he wore, exposed now as his armour rested beside a sleeping bag nearby.

"Oh, you know, just learned bits here and there when I was stationed with Commander Wolffe," You chuckled, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, "That man was full of knots in his shoulders." You added, feeling Tup's shoulders relax more and more, until you had mentioned Wolffe. That's when his posture straightened, from a relaxed lean, to a pin-straight sitting up position.

He tilted his head back to look at you, a curious yet worried glint in his golden eyes.

"Were you and Commander Wolffe close, by any chance?" He questioned, his breathing paused.

If you were Wolffe's girl, then he knew the 501st couldn't, wouldn't pursue you.

Or, if you weren't, then they knew at least they could ask the Commander of his previous.. Experiences, with you.

Slowly, you caught onto Tup's drift, and your gaze travelled around the room. Some of the men were fully facing the two of you, legs spread, eyes laser-focused as they listened to your conversation, the cave suddenly, and eerily silent.

A shiver travelled down your spine, and a gentle smirk tugged at your lips.

"Oh, just you know, the occasional date here and there.." You said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. Your smirk threatened to grow as you heard someone scoff, and you looked up to see Rex rolling his shoulders, a scowl on his face.

"Date? Isn't that, like, forbidden?" Fives questioned across from you, leaning over curiously, his eyebrows raised, resembling the blue markings on his helmet.

A giggle escaped your lips as your hands returned to Tup's hair, suddenly remembering why you were giving him a random shoulder massage. You reached over to grab the blanket Rex had given you, placing soft curls between the two valleys of softness created by your hands, which were hidden underneath the soft cushion.

Your hands brushed through Tup's soft hair, gently dragging the strands through the dry, fuzzy material of your blanket.

"I don't mean a romantic date, Fives, though I wouldn't be opposed to one." You mused, softly tugging at the locks. "I don't particulaly agree with the 'No Attachments' rule. But that doesn't make me less of a Jedi, or does it, do you think?" You questioned, your gaze softening, a small scowl now tugging at your lips.

"Of course not, General," This time, it was Rex who spoke up, albeit too fast for his liking, "You're one of the most dedicated Jedi I've had the pleasure of working with," He stated, soft footsteps making their way closer and closer to you, "Plus, it is human to wish to form attachments." He whispered that last part, now standing directly above you as you twisted Tup's hair into the towel.

Your heart fluttered at the proximity, warmth enveloping your pinkening cheeks.

"Is it now, Rex?" You asked, looking up at him. Your heart palpitated at the close proximity, your hands gliding down to caress Tup's shoulders. Your gaze stayed unwavering, unbreaking as you looked into Rex's deep, honey-gold eyes. The Captain suddenly shifted, breaking eye contact as he stepped back a little.

"I-I believe any of us s-should be able to form attachments," He paused, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, and back to your eyes, "Romantic ones, especially." A chorus of 'Yeah's' and humms of agreement followed, catching your attention as you looked around.

The atmosphere in the cave seemed to have completely shifted, the sound of howling wind drowned out underneath the loud beat of your heart. You swallowed a forming lump, looking between Rex and his brothers, Tup now stood by your side, sandwiching your body between his and Rex's.

Gloved hands came up to softly caress your shoulders, fingertips lightly tugging at the edge of your collar, grazing the skin underneath.

"What do you think, Commander?" He whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"Of?" You prompted, turning your head lightly to look at Tup.

"Of close relations between Jedi and their Clones?"

Your eyes widened, feeling a familiar heat rush over your body, and you took inhaled a slow, deep, shaky breath. As you looked between Tup and Rex, the latter had made his way closer to your body, his hands making their way to your hips.

The sound of soft footsteps reached your ears, and you saw Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma and Hardcase making their way closer to the three of you, looking completely entranced by the conversation. You hadn't casted any spells on them, have you?

Your breath hitched in your throat, shivers overtaking your body as someone nuzzled their nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a shaky sigh. As they spoke, your heart fluttered with recognition.

"General, answer the question." Fives whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, one gloved hand gently grasping your chin, twisting it to face him. His gaze flickered to your lips, just mere inches from his own. He could almost feel the taste of you on his tongue. Oh how he wished to kiss you, right then and there. He was so sure you'd let him, too.

Sure, maybe you did fantasise about the men from time to time, when your thoughts weren't preoccupied by ongoing battles and Jedi duties. How you wished to be allowed to form a connection deeper than General and Trooper, but did they?

"I- I.. I don't k-know?" You questioned, a soft whimper escaping your opened mouth, before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours, his hands latching themselves into your hair, pulling you closer, if physically possible.

The kiss was, to simply put it, sweet. His goatee rubbed nicely against your chin, his lips melting together with yours, as if they were always meant to. His tongue prodded at your bottom lip, asking for permission. Slipping in, it danced with yours, hot breaths mingling together as you felt something press up against your front.

Rex.

You had almost forgotten you were trapped between Rex and Tup, too engulfed with the sudden kiss Fives had engaged you in.

The smell of pine and smoke invaded your nostrils, their scents overwhelming, flooding your senses as Fives became rougher, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair. With one hand, you grasped the side of his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his rough skin, your breath hitched as a groan escaped his lips.

"Okay, that's enough I think." Kix spoke, the kiss abruptly interrupted as he pulled Fives away by the scruff of his neck.

"General? Are you okay?" Rex's voice was soft as he neared you, his breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear.

Inhaling a shallow breath, you grasped his biceps with both hands.

"Call me Y/n.." You whispered, hazily meeting Rex's stare, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

"R-Right.. Y/n, d'you want us to continue?" He questioned, bringing a hand to gently clutch your chin.

Your eyes widened as you took in the situation around you; eight men surrounded you, watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce, the moment they received your permission.

And receive it, they did.

With a brisk nod, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as Rex closed the gap between the two of you, his lips rough but warm as his body pushed roughly against yours, your back meeting Tup's chest in a close embrace.

Your hands rested against Rex's chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt underneath your thumbs. His chest was warm and firm under your touch, the feeling of his heart racing beneath your hand had your own chest swelling with joy. A sigh left your lips as you felt a pair of lips press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of your neck, a new pair of hands rubbing up and down your hips, encouraging you.

You weren't dreaming, were you? You weren't about to wake up, were you?

Your questions were answered as you felt Rex bite your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair.

No, this definitely wasn't a dream.

And if it was, it wasn't one you wished to wake from.

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