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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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My current WIP and obsession, my OC clone CT 5609 LT Primer, Dragon Company Commander.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence / Mature themes / Adult content UNDER 18 DNI

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) | Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types | The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien | Game of Thrones (TV) | Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s)

EXCERPT:

Generals Kenobi and Skywalker were sitting at a table on the open tarmac, Rex and Cody beside their superiors quietly waiting for the physical test to start. Lara was going to test the candidates in hand to hand combat, using hand only, blades and quarter staff. She wanted to see how well they might work, using any object as a weapon to defend themselves. She stepped up to the first candidate, CT 5609, named Primer. Lara gave him a little ceremonial bow, waiting for him to return it, then took a ready pose.

The clone did the same, his watchful eyes on her. When he’d been introduced to the new General, he’d just about not been able to listen to the words coming from the Commander about why he was there. She was hypnotizing to look at. She’d noticed his distraction and gave him a bright smile, then looked to Cody significantly. Primer had been able to snap himself out of his daze then, hearing the reason for being called there that day. He was honored, but now he was terrified. He was expected to fight this woman? That was not his first inclination.

While he was daydreaming, Lara suddenly closed the distance between them, her left fist coming out of seemingly nowhere to punch him. He barely got his forearm up to block her in time, and dank ferrick! She packed a punch! He stepped back quickly, but that gave her room to spin and bring her boot around, nearly taking him in the side of the head. He dropped low, the kick passing over him, and quickly stepped into her radius, trying to keep her in tight quarters so she couldnt swing at him. But that was part of the goal here. He caught a stiff elbow in the solar plexus that made him see stars. He barely kept his feet, raising his right arm weakly to block another punch while throwing one of his own with his left fist. She stopped his fist cold with her palm, stepped back a bit, spun and took his feet right out from under him. Primer was looking at the sky from his back, wondering what just happened? That whole fight had lasted about 3 seconds.

His view was suddenly blocked by her smiling face as she stood over him. “Alright, soldier?” She reached her hand down to help haul him to his feet. Primer looked blindsided. He’d always thought he was pretty capable at hand to hand fighting. He was going to have to step up his game. She didn’t give him much time to think, suddenly dropping her head low and bringing her back foot up in a spin kick. Primer got both hands up and caught her foot this time, pushing back to throw it away from him. She somehow used the momentum of his push to spin in midair on her side like a corkscrew, landing on her feet, then spinning backwards to bring her fists around. Primer was acting purely on instinct at that point, trying to defend himself. He started to actively back away from her, working in a circle. She stopped her attacks, watching him circle like some kind of predator cat searching for the best opening.

Their fight lasted about 5 minutes longer; she didnt have all day to play with these guys, though clearly she enjoyed sparring. Primer had finally gone on the offensive, moving to attack the General rather than run from her the entire test. He’d landed a couple of good blows, he thought. When General Kenobi called time on the match, Lara had stood, smiled at Primer and bowed to him again. This time, he felt the respect he gave her was completely founded. She fought better than anyone he’d ever seen.

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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday! Still plucking away at the mural. Started work on Jesse today, still have a ways to go.

@freesia-writes I’ll prolly still chip away at your man there, but he’s looking pretty good.

Juicy Jesse lovers, come stare into those eyes!

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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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EDIT- after I posted this and looked it afresh, I’m not sure he’s as handsome as I thought at first 🤦🏽‍♀️

OC Primer is a handsome dude, right?

Show of hands on who’d root for this brown eyed boy in a fanfic? Because I have a deal for you!

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Adult themes | Blood and gore | Under 18 DNI

Category: F/M

Relationship: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s)

EXCERPT:

Primer and Boost were making a run for supplies, having taken a small squad to Ryloth for trading and purchasing. They wanted doonium for fuel, to supply their homes with warmth and get their ships off the ground. They planned to hang around on the planet for a while, maybe see if the men could get leads on other clones needing evac or help. The men disembarked the cargo ship and made their way into the city of Lessu, ready to bargain and buy. It didn’t take long to see it was a city more or less under marshal law. There were stormtroopers everywhere, and several fortified areas scattered around, all heavily guarded. They noted there were even areas of new construction, as if something had happened here fairly recently requiring rebuilding. Primer and Boost shrugged it off; Ryloth had always been a system at war, holding out against the Separatists as long as they could during the Clone War. They were a fierce and stubborn people, and the clones noted many furtive looks thrown their way from the natives. Primer nodded to his men to keep their hats down and heads low; clones were all rather easily recognizable since they shared the same face and voice, nearly the same build and gait. It wouldn’t do to get picked up by the Empire as deserters.

The men fanned out through the city, going about locating and purchasing the supplies they needed, but came up a bit empty when trying to buy doonium. It seemed the Empire had cornered the market on that particular product, taking over the mines and refusing to distribute the fuel to any other buyers. Primer noted the Twi’lek citizens seemed rather tight lipped and angry about the whole subject. They were mining the fuel, but it was basically being stolen from them right under their very noses. The city was uneasy, simmering in anger and ready to boil to the surface. It didn’t take the clones long to realize they should probably hurry their business and leave.

There was a bit of a to do happening on the edge of the shops, over at the landing zone for the city’s ambassadorial palace. An Imperial shuttle was standing ready for loading, and they noted a very tall, imposing figure in black, helmeted and cloaked like some kind of dark king. He was surrounded by a platoon of stormtroopers, and they were loading a group of what appeared to be prisoners on the shuttle. Primer wondered who in the galaxy that black figure could be; he’d never even heard of such a person before. Some of the prisoners appeared to be Twi’lek, but some were…clones. A couple of them suddenly put up a bit of resistance, and Primer was horrified to see the stormtroopers immediately start to beat the two men senseless while the dark man watched, his posture impassive. Boost stood next to Primer quietly watching the spectacle, and in their shock, they were noticed by a couple of the white clad stormtroopers on the periphery of the landing area, who raised an alarm that there were deserters among the crowd. Their cries got the attention of the figure in black, who turned his baleful glance in their direction, and ordered a squad of troopers to apprehend the clones. Primer and Boost turned and made to disappear into the crowd, hoping to lose their pursuers in the streets and warrens of Lessu.

This move only made the Man in Black send more troopers after them, and he evidently had little compunction about harming innocent civilians. He ordered his men to tear the city apart, spare no shop or street vendor in their search for the wayward clones, and Primer and his squad soon found themselves back at the periphery of the city, barricading themselves against the front of a building and using random carts and shipping containers for cover. The stormtroopers opened fire as soon as they saw Primer and the clones dig in. The Man in Black hung back a bit, watching the erstwhile battle unfold, studying the moves the clones were making. They seemed incredibly familiar to him, tactics he’d seen before as if in another life. When a Twi’lek child wandered onto the edge of their fire, Primer saw it and darted over to grab him, shielding the boy with his body and basically throwing him out of the way. It put Primer near a trooper, who moved to fire on him with a stunning blast. Primer grabbed a lid from a refuse bin for cover to redirect the blast at the trooper, missed his aim on the bounce and then took the shield and belted the trooper across the body with it. He followed that action up with a roundhouse kick that sent the stormtrooper flying into a heap, and rolled back under the incoming fire to his men, taking cover behind their barricade again. That was enough for the Man in Black’s memory to click. Only men from one group would have used a move like that. The Man commanded his troopers to pull back, and requested reinforcements from their cruiser orbiting the planet to be sent to the surface. He also had them set up an automatic heavy Z6 chain gun to fire on them in the meantime.

Primer knew some element about the fight had changed when the troopers pulled back and firing stopped for a moment. “What just happened, LT?” Boost asked in surprise and concern.

“Not sure,” Primer answered back tersely. “They may have made us,” he said with a worried tone. He could see them working on setting up the heavy gun; they were going to have to think up some plan fast or they’d all be dead soon.

“Well, what are we supposed to do about that? It’s just us. If we can’t get out of here and back to the ship without tearing Lessu apart, what should we do?” Boost was worried - it appeared to his trained eye that they were severely low on options.

Primer gave his sergeant a look out of the corner of his eye and a small shrug. Damned if he knew, the motion seemed to imply. Internally, he was doing his best to think up options, but he was seething really. He’d been a fool, standing there gaping like that where people could see his face. How could he have messed up so badly? What would the General do when she found out they were taken by the Empire? His anxiety was ratcheting up a notch every minute a solution didn’t present itself, which in turn was sending out signals he couldn’t control, or block. Belatedly, he realized she would know. The General would know they were in trouble because of his shared connection to her, and she would come for them, regardless of how he felt about that move. They had put her in danger with their actions, because Lara would not leave them to be taken.

Boost saw Primer freeze in some kind of terrible realization out of the corner of his eye, and was turning to ask what was wrong, what new threat was on the radar, when it was as if silence suddenly descended on them in a vacuum. The Man in Black turned to the troopers manning the heavy gun and gave them the order to open fire. In slow motion, Primer saw them turn to arm the gun and fire, but before the first blasts even got to their barricade, the bolts were stopped in midair, hanging in the open and vibrating with their potential power. Primer closed his eyes in knowledge and in some despair. It was too late to alter course now, though. As if time suddenly sped back up and sound returned with it, they looked over to see Lara standing behind them, holding the blaster bolts frozen by means of the Force.

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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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Well clearly he’s supposed to be the driving force of the day. The ear worm you can’t unhear. The searing vision burned into your retinas. 🤩

How am I supposed to function when He looks like this?

#whyisgregorsohot #theclonesareallsmokinghot #captain gregor #it's outrageous #it's unfair #captain traitor #dammit not again

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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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OC General Lara Lin with Captain Rex.

Time for a little sizzle.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Adult Content | Sexual Content | Under 18 ABSOLUTELY DNI

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media TypesThe Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. TolkienGame of Thrones (TV)Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: CT-7567 | Rex (The fanfic has many more but in this snippet, only The Captain)

EXCERPT:

Lara sighed and started to unbuckle her armor. If she had to start working on that mountain of crap on her desk, she wanted to be comfortable doing it. She removed her bow and quiver, then lifted her great sword and sheath over her head, placing them on the bunk. She then took off her chest plate and shoulder guards as one piece, setting them on the bunk temporarily. The bicep guards and gauntlets slid off her arms with some effort, as they were fitted to her, rather than secured with buckles or snaps. Down to her mail, she removed her sword belt with the short sword and dagger carefully. She heard Rex approach from the office and knew his eyes were on her as she pulled the mail off over head, leaving her only in her black breeches, boots and a thin shirt beneath the mail to prevent chafing. It was thin enough to be translucent, and showed her body beneath, her breasts confined in a sports bra for support during fighting. She carefully placed the mail over the clothes tree, setting the armor over it as a layer and then hanging her sword belts, great sword and quiver on the tree as well. Her bow she leaned in the corner, then she turned to face her captain.

Rex’s mouth had gone dry as he watched her remove her armor. There was something so glorious and almost holy at watching her get undressed, even though she was still mostly clothed. He longed to touch her skin, run his hands down her frame and feel her muscles, the way her body moved. When she turned to face him, his eyes met hers and he quietly slid the door shut behind himself, sealing them off from the rest of the small quarters. Stepping forward, Rex carefully reached his hands out to touch her face, pulling her in so he could kiss her lips. For someone as tight and lithe as she was, she was surprisingly soft and smooth. Her lips were no different. She kissed him back enthusiastically, savoring his touch, the feel of his mouth against hers. Rex felt her mouth open slightly, the tip of her tongue brushing his bottom lip, and he jumped at the opportunity to deepen the kiss, meeting her tongue with his, tasting her, sliding over hers with his own. His hands moved down her neck, over her shoulders and to her sides. Having her there, in his hands again, was like coming home. He felt whole, just holding her, kissing her, even if that was all he got out of this experience.

They kissed until they had to come up for air. Lara reached down for the hem of the gauzy shirt and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor. She stood there in her sports bra and breeches, the lines of her body on display for Rex. She knew he’d always liked her in her tight pants, and tall boots always made a woman look elegant, whether they were worn from work or shiny and new. Her body was covered in faded battle scars, so many that she didn’t remember where they all came from. They covered her skin like a road map, shiny pale lines leading here and there, the history of her countless years of warfare. Rex knew they were there. He’d traced them many times before while lying next to her, wondering what stories they were connected to, how she had survived some of them. She was an immortal, he knew. The only thing that could take her life was a battle against her most ancient enemy, who was supposedly imprisoned for eternity and not a threat. She could give her life to save others as well, a permanent sacrifice if needed. He was thankful that sacrifice had never been required. Still, the scars were impressive, and sobering. Rex’s body wasn’t pristine; he had his own scars to bear. Seeing her remove her clothes for the first time had been eye opening for more reasons than just lust.

Lara felt Rex’s hands slide up and down her sides, moving to glide over her back and then holding her close, tightening on her like a band. She reached up and started to remove his armor, dropping the pieces to the floor on top of her shirt. She was always annoyed at the time consuming activity it was, getting clone armor off. It was all separate pieces, more so than hers, and then at the end of it you still had to remove their body glove. The worst tease EVER, like having a Christmas package that some particularly hateful parent wrapped in 7 layers to slow you down out of spite. She got his armor off to expose him to the waist, pausing then to pull him close and continue the kissing. Rex suddenly felt spurred on, needing to get her clothes off and next to him on the bunk. He broke off the kiss and squatted to help her remove her boots. Tugging at her foot, she got a bit off balance and whooped as she grabbed his shoulders for balance. “Let me sit down silly. Those don’t come off willingly you know.” Fitted tall boots were always a challenge, even when stretched to fit perfectly and worn like hers were. These boots had seen many many miles and terrain, but they were still stubborn to get off. She sat on the edge of the bunk and Rex pulled them off with a bit of effort, dropping them to the floor with two thuds. He reached to get his thumbs in the elastic waist of her breeches and worked them down over her hips, while Lara lifted herself to help. These he tossed to the corner of the little room with abandon. Lara reached up and hauled the sports bra off herself, then leaned back and jerked the covers down on the bunk quickly. She sat back up to finish getting Rex’s armor off while he unbuckled his utility belt and dropped it to the floor with all the other items. By now he was in the mood for ripping his blacks off; he didn’t want to waste any more time with clothes. Down to his own skin, he slid into the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, feeling her touch down the length of his body.

She sighed, the physical contact and warmth of him as comforting as sliding into a warm bath. He was her home, the center of her personal universe, the center of her very gravity. They lay together for a while, simply kissing and nuzzling, happy to be this close again. She felt Rex’s hand wander down her side, over her hip and down her thigh. He pulled at it slightly and she placed her leg over his hip, pulling him even closer to her body. He enjoyed running his hand over her skin, up her leg, over her buttocks, up her muscled back and shoulders. Gradually he made his way to cup her breast, gliding up the swell of it, holding it softly in the palm of his hand, his thumb grazing the nipple and feeling it stiffen. He pulled his mouth away from hers and suckled her breasts, inhaling the scent of her skin. Gods he wanted her. He wanted all of her. Lara rolled to her back on the small bunk, shifting so he could kiss her breasts, the skin of her chest, her belly. He worked his way back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply as he moved to be on top. She opened her legs for him, feeling the stiffness of his cock pressing against her. Rex didn’t waste any time, reaching down to guide himself into her. As soon as he slid home, both of them sighed in relief. Together. They were together again. Her mind raged a little, demanding to know ‘why were you ever apart?!’

Rex started to move within her, and the two of them were so close to the edge of their need, it didn’t take long for them to both reach their climax. He heard Lara groan softly, riding the waves of pleasure as he slowly thrust himself inside of her, sliding the length of his cock slowly. He wanted to feel every centimeter of her, wanted to see her face as he gave her pleasure. But most of all, he wanted to feel this base connection to her, the most elemental joining one could have with their mate. He increased the speed and power of his movement, and he saw her eyes open like a cat’s - slits of color and that ethereal light that shown in the blue when she was truly happy and content. She reached up both hands to the side of his face and pulled him down for a kiss while he worked, her tongue sliding to meet his, moving in tandem with his thrusts. They both felt the wave of completion arrive and wash over them at the same time, their cries muffled by their kiss. Rex’s motion slowed, and he slowly lowered himself to lay with her, his body both on top of and slightly beside hers, cradling her close to him. He stayed inside of her until he softened and it was no longer possible, drifting off to sleep while in her arms.

Lara held him to her snugly. God, she loved this man. Her conscience confronted her angrily as she watched him drift off into sleep next to her. ‘You left him. You were angry and hurt that he didn’t save Fives, that he couldn’t stop Fox in time, and you left him. What were you thinking?!’ In answer, she kissed his forehead and rested her own against his. I was a fool. A selfish fool. I won’t leave him like that again, ever. She ran her fingertips over his strong back and shoulders slowly, as if they were each separate data recorders attempting to catch every letter on a page. She could feel the division of every muscle, the bony processes of his vertebrae, the line of his shoulder blades. Down the center of his back to his strong hips, his muscled butt (she loved his tight butt, it was one of his best assets, she thought with a smile), his tight thigh muscles. A man’s legs, if well muscled and strapping, were always attractive. She loved to feel the ridges and planes of the vastus lateralis, the tensor fasciae, as they rose and joined his iliac crest. There was nothing about Rex that wasn’t smoldering and attractive to her. But it was the connection of their very souls that was the most beautiful, indescribable joining they had. From the moment they’d met, it had seemed their universes collided into their own singularity, and they moved through life separated from all others, in their own orbit and gravitational field. In her long life, she’d never felt a pull this strong, this bound by soul and heart, or been mated so strongly to any other creature, as she was to Rex.

Carefully she removed herself from his arms and maneuvered her body around and over his to climb off the bunk. It was absurdly tight for them to be together in it. Almost the final word of the Jedi in a lasting joke - you want to have this man in your bed? Fine. But it will be the *tiniest* bed we can manage to find. Enjoy. She moved to the bathroom of the quarters as quietly as possible so Rex could sleep, and turning slid the door shut behind her. She shut the other door as well, so that if Kenobi or Skywalker dropped by for a chat they didn’t get an eye full of Lara completely in the buff, or the naked clone commander in her bed. Lara snickered mentally at the thought of their jaws hitting the floor at that sight, though she felt like Anakin might immediately move to pour hot sauce in his eyes to remove the mental image. No cheating on Padme for him, not even accidentally. She turned on the shower to clean herself up, stepping into the warmth of the water when it was ready.

She washed herself quickly, intending to get to work on the boxes they’d so kindly left for her. Her head jerked around in surprise though, when the shower door suddenly opened, revealing Rex through the haze of steam. He stepped in before there could be any protest, pushing Lara back under the fall of water against the bulkhead wall and letting the water pour over himself for a moment. He reached up a hand to wipe the water from his eyes and then focused on her, his hands moving from her shoulders to her waist, the top of her hips. He pulled her to him, adjusting so the water wasn’t pouring into their faces and kissed her, holding the length of her body against his. Lara caressed his back, starting at his shoulders and moving down, around to his balls and his stiffening cock. “You know, I had every intention of starting to work on that pile of official garbage on my desk. You’re distracting me from doing the good work of the Grand Army of the Republic, Captain Rex.”

“Those boxes will still be there when we are done, *General* Lin. It’s been 8 months since I’ve even so much as seen you. Two hundred and forty-three Earth rotations. That is time I need to make up, Lara.”

Rex’s hands continued their journey, tracing over her body as if searching for new territory to conquer. He was hungry for her mouth, going back to kiss her for long moments, breaking only to move his lips to the side of her jaw, down her neck and over her shoulders, occasionally bending down to suck at her nipples gently. Lara threw her hands up around his neck at one point, riding the delicious currents of pleasure he was sending through her. Finally, while kissing her he ran his hands down her thighs, lifting her to sit on his hips. She held herself up, keeping her arms around his neck and balancing her weight on the bulkhead wall behind her, while she rested her legs over the crests of his pelvis. Rex wasted no time entering her, thrusting slowly but powerfully, wanting to make sure they both felt the whole of the experience again. The shower stall was tight enough there wasn’t much space for their extracurricular activities, which meant economy of motion was key. He pushed her back against the wall, one arm around her waist and a hand against the bulkhead for support. They both came quickly, being so tightly wound and physically close to each other. He held her to him for a while longer, almost as if afraid to let her go. Lara realized that was probably truer than she acknowledged - he was still stung by her abandonment. There would be so much to make up for, she thought to herself wryly.

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