#captain rex one shots

[buffysimonriley]

[ comfort officer ] • captain rex

synopsis - you're a comfort officer for the 501st but your sights are set on one person.

pairing - captain rex/reader.

warnings - nsfw.

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being a comfort officer for the 501st had been a rollercoaster of a ride, but one you had enjoyed so far. the members of the 501st had all fallen for you, but there was somebody in particular who caught your attention: captain rex. 

currently, rex's cock was in your mouth as he squirmed underneath you. his cock was so far in the back of your throat that you were gagging for air, however rex's delicious moans kept you from coming up. rex was completely at your mercy and you were loving every second of it. you see, rex was the only submissive member of the 501st in the bedroom. the captain would submit to you completely and without question. rex's love for you was pure and unfiltered and he told you that every time he saw you. but that was for another time. right now, you bobbed your head along rex's cock and revealed in the sounds he made. "oh maker, y/n," he groaned grasping your hair in his hands. "can't take it anymore, need to be inside of you." 

you pulled off his cock with a 'pop' sound and nodded, a smirk gracing your lips. you loved it when he begged for you and he was so close to begging. you turned around and shimmied your pants down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, shaking your arse at him teasingly. rex could let out a slow moan as he reached for the plush of your arse. taking each cheek in either hand, he squeezed tightly as he admired the way you filled his palms. his cock was so hard, it was hot to the touch and beads of pre cum were now dripping down his shaft. you turned around again to look at rex, still smiling. "poor baby, do you need me?" you asked teasingly. rex's throat was dry and all's he could do was nod as he swallowed. you obliged, pushing him down onto your bed and crawling on top of him. you teased him by grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it with your wetness that had accumulated just from sucking him off. 

rex sighed and grasped your hips. "please," he begged. 

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "you know better than 'please'," you smiled, still grinding against him. 

"y/n, baby, i'm begging you," he pleaded. "i need you to ride me. i need it." 

"good boy," you whispered before making your way up to his cock. you aligned it perfectly with your cunt and slowly lowered yourself down on top of him. you were being so slow, rex was desperate to thrust himself up into you to bottom out, but he knew better than that. the last time he did you had tied him to your bed post for hours and made him watch as you brought yourself to orgasm again and again. "maker, rex, you're throbbing."

"i wonder why," rex groaned as he rolled his eyes at you. you slapped him slightly, causing the captain to look at you with wide eyes. 

"don't give me sass," you growled, before plonking yourself down on his last inch quickly. 

"holy fuck," rex moaned out, throwing his head back. 

you let out a chuckle and began to move your hips up and down, your pace agonisingly slow. "you like that pretty boy?" you whispered, bending down to give his lips a quick peck. rex nodded, eyes glossy and wide as he looked up at you. his eyes trailed down to your breasts, watching as they bounced with each bounce you did. it didn't take you long before you were quickening your pace, already bringing rex to orgasm. his eyes told you exactly what you wanted to know. "gonna cum rexy?" you asked cockily. 

"y-yeah," he whimpered, fists grasping the sheets beneath him. you laughed and continued bouncing up and down, eager to make the clone captain cum in less than a minute. you made a few more movements with your hips before rex was a stuttering, moaning mess beneath you. "cumming y/n-" he screamed out, letting the others in his squad know you were fucking him senseless. 

"my my," you whispered, slowing down as he came inside of you. "you made a mess pretty boy."

"'m sorry," he whimpered. rex's eyes were glued to where you were joined, watching as you lifted yourself up off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you. 

"my eyes are up here," you snapped. rex's eyes shot up so he was looking at you directly in the eye. you were smiling sweetly at him now, watching as his face softened. 

"sorry love," he mumbled. you bent down, eye-level with his cock and put it in your mouth once more. "w-what are - ah - you doing?"

"sensitive?" you choked, mouthful of his cock. he nodded in response. "oh i'm not done with you yet, captain," you purred. 

boy, was rex in for a long night. 

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[antianakin]

TOTJ: The other Jedi all died because they didn't have Anakin's super special clone blocking endurance training he gave Ahsoka.

TCW: Rex is able to hesitate for about 10 seconds extra after he gets the order, which allows him to give Ahsoka a warning before anyone starts shooting that literally no other Jedi is able to have. This also has the double effect of giving Ahsoka access to information that allows her to know she can reclaim Rex as an ally if she can just remove the chip somehow, something no other Jedi is able to have.

[toastyrobos]

Never again (Rex X female reader one shot)

Word count: 2478

((You and Rex met early during the clone wars. Soon things turned romantic between the two of you. You were off world when order 66 happened. Panicking to find Rex, clone force 99 finds you, and having grown close to Echo, you went with them. When Rex unexpectedly shows up at Cid bar you nearly break at seeing him))

   "Twenty cases of those mantell mix things?! How long have those two been doing that?" Echo's loud voice carried as the four of us filed out of Cid's office into the narrow hall way.

   "I have surmised they have been partaking in this recreational activity for several rotations now". Tech configured, eyes never leaving his datapad.

You shrugged. "It's become a thing they do together after every mission".

Echo grumbled. "A costly one". He did have a point. Hunter wasn't too happy about it either from his narrowed brows and slightly clenched jaw. It was bad enough we owed Cid for basic rations, but now we owed her for this? You sighed.

Wrecker was just treating Omega to a harmless and delicious treat, but unfortunately that treat was racking up credits on your tab. That was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Hunter let out a deep sigh. "I'll talk to them".

You knew how much he didn't enjoy seeing Omega upset, but maybe he could compromise with her. A way for her to still have the after mission snack while owing Cid a bit less. Frankly though, would you ever owe Cid less?

At this rate, it was doubtful.

Sounds of blaster fire and some sort of crash coming from the bar had your immediate attention. Hunter was the first of you to race ahead to the noises. You and Echo were not far behind, riding his heels. Reaching the bar all of you watched as the remaining species fled from the scene. Only individual left was a hooded figure, gripping on tightly to a singular blaster. The source of said blaster shots.

Something about his demeanor and cloaked face felt known to you. But you couldn't place it. Until your scanning gaze fell to his forearm armor.

White and and blue.

Your breathing paused. Unable to register what you were truly seeing.

It couldn't be.

It was not possible.

But it all became real when the hidden figure reached up and pulled back his hood. Revealing his familiar face to you.

You were stunned at the sight before you. At the person standing mere feet from you.

    "Rex". Hunter said surprised. He was just as shocked to see him here as the rest of you were.

You on the other hand forgot how to breath. Your eyes froze on his figure. Eyes roaming him up and down repeatedly to make sure that he was not a hallucination. A well of emotions came rushing into you. Like someone had punched you in the gut.

He was alive.

Rex was actually alive. Tears were beginning to swell in the corners of your eyes as you racked your brain for anything. But nothing.

Everything had left your head at just seeing him standing here. At the way he was looking at you. Surprised was not how he felt. No. If anything he was beyond thrilled to see you.

The second your name and where to find you left the sisters lips he plotted his course. He had to see you. Take you in his arms and never let you go. His chest rose and fell in rapidly succession at your presence.

It was as if everything and everyone around you two had faded into the backyard and you were the only two in existence. Just you and Rex. Your beating heart picked up speed the longer you stared at one another. The way he was looking at you. That smile painted across his lips, maker that smile. If not for the shock, you were certain your knees would buckle and give out from under you.

Even the way his essence was calling out to you. Beckoning you towards him.

You were hesitant, however.

Tech's earlier statements about the inhibitor chips coming to the front of your thoughts. Bracing yourself and taking a deep breath you pushed past Hunter.

Inch by inch you moved closer. Searching his face for proof that he wasn't here to hurt you, any of you. For any indication that he hadn't turned. All the while he continued to stare at you with that look that made your heart flutter and ache so desperately.

Being this close to him, even on edge, force, was he still himself. Still your Rex.

   "Starglow". The unshed tears filling your eyes, broke open. You instantly knew.

This was him.

Your Rex.

He wasn't going to hurt you. Not now. Not ever. Because of this you leapt into his awaiting arms. Crashing your body against his and tightly securing your arms around his neck. His arms found your waist and pulled you close. Orange blossoms. Oh how he had missed that smell of yours. How he had missed the feel of you.

    "Rex". Your voice cracked as you spoke his name for the first time out loud, in several rotations. "Y-your here".

   "I am mesh'la". He choked back his own sob. "And maker I've missed you". So had you. So much that it had ached like a festering wound. Neither of you dared nor wanted to pull away, but you did, reluctantly so.

You grasped his face between your hands, studying it closely. His piercing brown eyes staring into your green ones. How the came alive underneath the dim gray and blue lights of the bar.

The texture of his dirty blonde stubble underneath your fingers. The scratchy nature of how it felt. The barely visuals scars etched into his skin. The way his lips framed his face so beautifully. You had missed him. And you didn't know just how much until he was mere inches from your face. From your lips.

Both of you were aware of it. How you both longed to touch one another. Close the distance the feel the warmth of the others lips. Rex's eyes were the ones to make the first move. Gliding over how lush they appeared. Parted just so. And with the simple action of your tongue running over them in anticipation that's all it took for him to break.

Lips collided with yours in a desperate plea. Fighting to feel, to touch the other after thinking one another dead. The mere sensation of his lips molding into yours sent your body into overdrive. You always lost yourself in his kiss. In his embrace. No one else made you feel as alive as Rex did.

That smile of his, you knew the one, that gave you butterflies. And when it would change into a smirk, may the force have mercy on you. You heart couldn't take it. His infectious laughter that would echo off the walls of whatever environment he was in. Usually caused by one of his fellow 501st members telling a dreadful joke. Who would have thought you'd lose all of that in the blink of an eye. Only for it turn up weeks later. Safe and sound.

Thankful you were that those memories didn't have to become mournful ones. Instead they could continue to exist as they were. Ones that held promises for the future.

It had been a grueling time not knowing. Waiting and waiting for any signs, but now it was over.

You Practically slumped into his chest as he just held you close to his heart. The steady beating of it the only sound that could kept you grounded in this instant. The cold surface of his armored platting on your cheek was a welcomed sensation.

You needed this. To feel his heartbeat. To know that he was real. That he was right here, in this moment. Nearly losing him almost destroyed you.

You let out a shaky breath. "I though I lost you, Rex". Tears slid down your cheeks. "I though my —you—" you couldn't even finish that sentence. Rex knowing the pain you went through, as it was the same pain he experienced. He tightened his arms around you, nestling his head in the crock of your neck.

Feeling his arms around you, like a warm protective blanket you started to relax. The muscles in your body becoming less tense, Knowing that he was safe. That he was right in front of you.

His own muscles started to calm. Like a fleeting flame. He didn't have to worry or fret over searching for you anymore. He had found you.

As crazy as it sounded he would have gotten on his knees and physically thanked the force, to the stars and back again that he had you back.

He let out his own unsteady exhale. "I know".

He did not want to pull away from you, but like you he had the overwhelming urge to see your face. See all the marks and impressions he hadn't seen it what felt like a lifetime.

Needing something to anchor him, he sought out the one thing that could. You.

It was always you.

Bringing you closer, he touched his forehead to yours. Kissing you was so very intimate, but this. This was too. At least between the two of you.

"I'm here now, riduuar and I don't plan on going anywhere". He promised.

You shook your head, confused. "I don't understand. How—wh-what happened?"

Thousands of questions twisted around inside your head. How did this all happen? Why did it happen? Could no one have seen what had transpired? It was encompassing. Paired with Rex bring here. By the maker you were finally feeling the affects of todays mission catching up with you.

"I'll explain everything". He promised, seeing how exhausted you were becoming. "But right now, I just want to hold you". You simple nodded.

You wanted answers and you were certain that he'd tell you everything later, but right now his request, you could and would fulfill-it. As easy as breathing.

"Thank the f-force your safe". You whispered against his chest plate.

He ran his gloved fingers through your hair. Committing every moment he'd done this before to memory.

Kissing you was absolutely his favorite thing, without a doubt. But this. This was a close second. Something about it soothed him. Made any tense or stressful situation better.

Too engrossed in one another aura's, basking in it, you had forgotten that you had an audience. An audience that was rendered speechless by the affections exchanged between you and the now ex captain of the 501st Battalion.

All expect the ex arc trooper standing off to the side. Who had known the full extent and lengths of Rex's and yours relationship. He was present there that day. One of only a few who were witnesses to the pledge you both proclaimed.

It was undeniable, the love you two shared with each other. No doubt in Echo's mind that the both of you were meant to be together.

Wrecker was the first of the group to speak. "W-what...did I miss something?!"

Tech was the next one to speak, offering up an explanation, "Technically no. By my calculations Rex and Y/N have been in a committed romantic relationship for a standard 368 days".

His much larger brother simply stared at him in confusion.

"A standard year, Wrecker". Echo quickly explained. Understanding he formed an 'O' shape with his lips.

You and Rex both shook your heads. "Longer". Tech blinked. "It's actually been 2 standard years since we told one another how we felt". You locked eyes with Rex, your continued smile everything to him in that moment.

The Captain nodded. "It's been one since we said I do". That had their full attention.

Hunter took a step towards you. "Y-your married?"

You nodded. "Yes. Off record though. Only a few were able to know". You gestured to the former arc trooper. "Echo being one of them".

The Sergeant turned his eyes to the newest member of the group. "You were there?"

"Me and a few others were the only ones". He replied to which Hunter nodded. Satisfied. Knowing the full extent of the reprimand the Captain would receive if the Council found out the truth. That he was married to a princess.

The consequences for such an act could have cost him his position. Or worse. His life. Thus a secret their relationship needed to be. Unfortunately.

"Well then uhh congratulations to you both". Hunter replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

You nodded in acknowledgment to Hunter. When you thought you had lost Rex, he was the one to step up and comfort you. Reassuring you that you'd be okay. Even if in that moment you didn't feel as though you would.

All of them really made you feel welcomed. After all they were the ones who stumbled across you. Ushering you to come with them. Saying that they could protect you and guarantee your safety. You accepted. Thank the maker you had. If not, then maybe you would have never seen Rex again. And that left a bitter taste on your tongue.

"Thank you". You said at the same time as Rex slipped his hand into yours.

Love was a concept that Rex never thought was possible for him. He never dreamed of having it because it was instilled in him early on that clones were bred with one singular purpose. To fight for the Galactic Army of the Republic. Never had the thought nor idea of finding someone, in that regard, crossed his mind.

Until you came into his life. Changing everything for the better.

"Your here". You whispered into him. You were still in disbelief. Tears streaming down your cheeks like an endless river. Rex lifted his gloved fingers to swipe away your tears, that affectionate grin warming your body. "Your really here".

He was real, yet you still couldn't wrap your head around it, but that wasn't important. All that mattered was him. What this meant for you. For the life you promised to build together that day overlooking the lake when you swore an oath through vows. When you both said 'I do'.

"I am". He replied again. This time the power in which he uttered it, caused your body to shake. The weight those two words held. What they signified.

"I love you". Was your quick response. Even if Rex knew it deep down in his soul, to hear it again from your lips made him so beyond happy.

Another kiss found it's way to your lips. "I love you too".

Smiling, you pressed in closer to his chest. Wanting to be close to him for as long as physically possible. Rex was your everything. Your best friend. Your lifeline. To him, you were his entire world. All roads led you back to one another.

Determined he was that the force weld it so. And as far as the Captain was certain he wouldn't allow you to be parted from him ever again. Not while there was still blood flowing through his veins.

[padawansuggest]

Aayla and Anakin are the siblings beating the shit outta each other in the background of all of Obi-Wan and Quinlan’s holocalls and family pictures they are required to take whenever they’re all in temple to document their babies growing up. Ahsoka and Rex are the siblings committing WWE moves on each other but also if one of them actually gets hurt they either spoil the other, or bribe them not to tell Skywalker.

[nahoney22]

Hey! Congratulations on 4k followers bestie! I’m going to slide in a Captain Rex request if you don’t mind. Perhaps a steamy & smutty, forbidden love trope with a female Jedi? 😈 I just know you could work some magic! Many thanks of you choose to do this 💖

Hush, Don’t Tell the General***

Captain Rex X F!JediReader

word count: 2k

The tensions were thick after todays mission and you and Rex had to be alone together one way or another.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Minors will be blocked if i see you interact. Explicit sexual content, explicit language, female reader, established secret relationship, forbidden love, p in v, slightly rough sex, semi-public sex, wall sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk, praises, fluff but also a little bit of angst if you squint. Pre Order 66.

"Another smooth operation, Anakin," Obi-Wan remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was a tone you had grown accustomed to after the countless missions combating the separatist forces that you had been doing with Obi-Wan and Anakin. And given the situation, Obi-Wan's displeasure was quite understandable.

As a Jedi yourself, you’re typically calm and collected as well as precise in your tactics but Anakin was… something else.

The odds had turned grim and a sinking feeling made you wonder if you'd ever even see another day. However, a particular Captain of the 501st, ensured you escaped with minor injuries. Maybe a few bumps and bruises but nothing too severe.

Anakin, ever the defiant one, retorted, "It's not like I anticipated their reinforcements, Master." He paused, rolling his eyes, "But, let's admit it, it was fun ."

"’Fun’ is hardly the word I'd choose," you said, shaking off some dust from your attire.

Anakin smirked, "Well, the mission was a success. Besides, you had Rex and you were out of that building in the nick of time."

As Rex moved closer, you cast him a sidelong glance. "Barely in time to avoid becoming ash," you pointed out.

Rex meets your gaze and something shifts in Rex's expression. Was that anger? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you were certain it wasn’t directed at you.

"Excuse me," you say eventually, pulling away from the intense gaze of the Clone as well as the incessant bickering of General Kenobi and his Padawan, "I need some fresh air."

Rex's watchful eyes follow you, and you offer a fleeting glance back with a hint of a smile before you're enveloped by the cooling evening.

Wandering the perimeter of the Jedi temple that evening, your mind is seemingly in the clouds as the setting sun paints long shadows on the ground.

But then, you sense a presence. You slip into a hidden alcove and wait. The unmistakable sound of footsteps soon follows.

"You always seem to know where to find me, Captain," you remark without turning, arms folded cockily over your chest upon hearing Rex draw nearer.

"It's all about instincts, General. You told me that."

In a seamless move, his arms encircle you, pulling you close, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. "Today was... challenging," he murmurs, lips ever so gently brushing against your warm skin that sends ripples of pleasure through you.

"I sense you’re troubled, Captain," you observe, sinking into his embrace as his hold on you becomes more pronounced. "What's on your mind?"

"Today was a close call. Too close. Skywalker's tactics have grown increasingly unpredictable since Ahsoka left," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. As you meet his gaze, your hand gently cradles his face. “I could’ve killed him by putting you in danger like that.”

Seeing Rex angry was a rarity but like he said, today was a close call. His scowl was sharp but as you gently touch him, you see his resolve settle.

"I'm still here thanks to you," you reassure with a soft smile. "Though I can't deny that I've felt a disturbance in the Force around Anakin."

Rex peers deeply into your eyes, searching for answers. "Is this something he's shared with you or just a Jedi intuition?"

"Anakin and I aren't close in that way; he doesn't share his personal struggles with me." You take a step back, leaning against the cool wall, eyes drawn to the now moonlit sky. "However, I trust in General Kenobi's guidance. Training a Padawan is a complex task."

"Seems you've got a somewhat good read on him," he states before you feel the familiar warmth of Rex's body as he leans in. His eyes lock onto yours. "I just wish Skywalker would think twice before jumping headfirst into danger. Putting you in danger.”

"You're concerned about him," you observe, lifting your hand to trace the line of his jaw.

“He’s my General. And… a good friend.” He sighs but then smiles softly upon feeling the delicacy of your fingers tracing along his jaw. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now, I want to talk about my Jedi.”

"Is that so?" Your voice dances with amusement, heart quickening as he draws you in tighter, heat radiating from the closeness. "What do you want to know?"

"How do you go days without our secret moments?" he asks, voice husky with emotion, fingers cradling you just so as he flushes his body against yours. “How can you cope without me being inside you for so long?”

Time had blurred; days, maybe a week or two since your last stolen moment. But for Rex, the longing was evident. As a Jedi however, detachment was part of your teachings, yet Rex was your exception, your beautiful secret. A relationship shadowed in secrecy, known to none, and hopefully, it would remain that way.

You shudder at his words, a heat already panging in your core. He towers over you, his armor making him look larger than he was but not far off.

It’s dominant and striking but so welcoming when his lips descend upon yours after so long, throwing your head back against the wall the force of his kiss.

His hands bite into your hips and you reciprocate by sinking your teeth into his lower lip, a groan deep in his throat. “Naughty girl,” he groans playfully before he pulls away and physically rips apart your Jedi robes, exposing your skin to the cool air.

“Rex!” You squeak in surprise. When you first got together you were pleasantly surprised at his dominating role in the bedroom but to see him so riled up, and in a somewhat public space, was quite unusual yet very exciting. How long had he been missing you?

“I need to have you, I need you so much.” He moves his lips down your neck, kissing over your now exposed collarbones and just over your breasts, cupping them with his hands that had you mewling into his embrace.

“What if someone sees us?”

“I don’t care.” He grumbles, exposing your left breast from under your bra and you let out the faintest whine as his lips latch to youth nipple, sucking delicately.

You cock your leg up, his arm instinctively wrapping under your thigh and keeping it hoisted as he pushes more into you, his length aching behind his codpiece. You held the back of his head, fingers caressing his blonde buzz cut as he flicked your stiffened bud with his tongue before soon, his hand invited its way into your panties.

“Gods, you’re wet,” he almost shivers at the sensation of your juices between your folds, his index and forefinger collecting your slick before he pulls out and you watch in utmost awe as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the taste off, “I’ve missed your pussy.”

“Is that so?” You grin, bringing his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his lips and then wrestling your tongue with his. As if to say ‘and I’ve missed your cock’, your hands move towards his codpiece, letting it clatter to the floor before pulling his warm, twitching cock free.

This time he does shudder. The touch of your hand causes him to groan and naturally start to rut into your grasp as you begin stroking rhythmically at his cock. All the while he tugged at your panties, bunching them up to the side and grabbing your thigh again and bringing you near. “Do you want me to fuck you? Here? Right now?”

You couldn’t deny that there was a risk in all this, being caught would be the end of both of your lives as a Jedi and as a Clone Captain but as he pawed at your pussy again, your pussy throbbed in attic patios and he was too good to resist. You nod eagerly, whimpering as he doesn’t hesitate to push his tip against your entrance as you move your hips forward. “Yes,” you gasp, “yes, fuck me Captain.”

When Rex raised your leg just an inch higher, he slammed his hips forward, plunging his cock into your slippery core; drawing a strangled gasp from the pair of you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunts, his cock adjusting to your walls before he begins to pummel you against the wall, feeling your body react to every thrust he gave.

“Rex,” you whimper his name almost pathetically, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his thrusts become intoxicating, making you sob so loud in pleasure that it covers the sound of his thighs and balls slapping lewdly against your exposed skin.

One thrust in particular had you moaning out loud that one hand came up and moved to bury your head into his neck, tutting at you teasingly, “Hush now my beautiful Jedi, we don’t want to draw any attention to us do we?” But he doesn’t help himself as his hand drops from your thigh to play softly at your clit, while the roll of his hips remain sharp and precise with every word.

“It’s s-so good,” you pant, teeth nipping at the skin of his neck, beautifully scented with a little tinge of sweat.

“And you’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” He cooes, “you sound so precious when you’re needy.”

Your head rolled back, stars starting to blur your vision and not just from the night sky. His fingers worked relentlessly at your clit as he fucks you and you wanted to quip that he was the needy one but you didn’t want to risk an intense reaction that has people come looking. “I’m not g-gonna last any longer Rex, please let me cum.”

“You want to cum, darling? You want to come on your Captain’s cock?” He chuckles darkly, his own movements staggering as he breathes through shaken breaths. “Are you going to let me fill you up?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Please cum in me.”

“Always so polite.” He grins, grunting as his high begins to hit. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that you won’t need me for another week. C’mon, lift your leg a little - that’s right - good girl.” He murmured beautifully, pushing his cock in and out of your pussy lazily.

He could feel your body tensing, knowing that your orgasm wasn’t far. Nor for him either. Your body felt like it was on fire, the need and desire from him after just a few weeks of not being able to touch another was unbearable. And as he asks you if you’re ready to cum, you nodded obediently and he upped the momentum of his fingers between your legs.

Suddenly, the coil in you snapped and you went limp under him, Rex catching you quickly as you buried your face into his neck, muffling your wanton screams of delight. He groaned, low and guttural as he summoned a final slam of his cock into your core once more, coming undone to the feeling of his cock buried deep in you as your juices dripped down his length.

“I love you,” he says tenderly, “I love you so much.”

Rex's confession, whispered with an earnestness that sends shivers down your spine, tugs at your heart. "I love you too," you breathe out, pulling him into a gentle, lingering kiss. Every moment with him was precious, and every goodbye, a horrible heartache.

After a few tender moments, you both recognize the danger of lingering. The reality of your situation quickly comes crashing back. Straightening your attire and composing yourselves, the weight of the galaxy settles back onto your shoulders.

"We'll find our moment again soon," Rex promises, his voice thick with emotion, matching the emotions in your eyes.

"Stay safe, Captain" you murmur, gently letting go of him.

“And you, General.”

Although the war seemed unending and your secret rendezvous scarce, deep down you held onto hope. Hope that one day the galaxy would be at peace, and you and Rex could be free to be together.

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[freesia-writes]

"If you want it, you're gonna have to come and get it from me." for rex? please 💙💙💙

Ok, let’s gooo! I was panicking trying to figure out if Rex or Reader should say the line, so I just went with what came as I was writing... I always see Rex as awkward at first, but we all know he's got some passion underneath that can be coaxed out with the right situation. ;) Hope it's a fun read! <3

Rex x GN!Reader Word Count: 2.2k Content Warnings: PG-13 drinking, threats, kissing...?

Also, this picture was in my head the whole time. ;)

It had been weeks. The 501st had been on Coruscant while their Venator was undergoing major repairs after an obnoxious ambush by the Separatists. There were only so many drills and armor inspections that could be done, so the clones found themselves at 79s more frequently than they were used to. It was a good opportunity to blow off some steam, to enjoy a change of pace from the constant horrors of war, and they were in generally good spirits. You’d been frequenting the place as well, finding it a welcome distraction from your recent break-up and mundane, dead-end job. 

The boys in blue were always a good time, and you enjoyed the occasional chat with a few of them, but there was always one who tended to keep to himself, chatting with his fellow captains and other squad members in various corners of the bar. You’d made eye contact a few times, finding yourself oddly drawn to him, but he’d been quick to avert his gaze with a sheepish look. It seemed a stark contrast to what you’d heard about him as a fearless yet humble soldier, a courageous leader, and a proficient warrior. Needless to say, you were tired of the blatant approaches from the bar patrons with less finesse, and the idea of not being fawned over was an appealing one. Perhaps you could even have a legitimate conversation. 

You’d made some efforts to place yourself near him, but the way he’d shift uncomfortably on his feet made you wonder if your presence was unwelcome. Finally, after unabashedly using Fives as a cover for a few nights in a row, he called you out. 

“Just go talk to him,” he said suddenly, elbowing you in the side a little harder than he intended.

“What!” you gasped, partly in pain and partly surprised at his directness. 

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are. I don’t know how you’re so impervious to my charm, but it’s obvious you’ve been stealing glances at him while you’re talking to me. So just go talk to him.” His response was laced with a grin and a glint in his eyes, and a blush blossomed across your cheeks. 

“I don’t know what--”

“Alright, come on,” Fives interrupted, taking you by the elbow and heading toward Rex. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it took all your concentration to avoid tripping over your own feet as you were steered toward the captain, who was talking with another clone and immediately stiffened as he saw you approach. 

“Hey Captain,” Fives said casually, pulling up in front of them, “We were just talking about that backward strategy you pulled on Saleucami, and this pretty little thing wanted to hear more about your battle tactics.”

You groaned inwardly, resisting the urge to slap your palm into your forehead, but the awkward noise that came from Rex immediately diffused the tension with hilarity. 

“Ehhrmmeheh…” he said, eyes darting from Fives to you. His companion chuckled, slapping him on the back and saying his goodbyes as he left with Fives, leaving the two of you staring at each other. 

“So uh… Battle tactics… That’s… hard…” you offered, clasping your hands together in front of you and trying not to fidget. 

“It’s… Well, we’re trained… And the generals, and admirals, and… you know. It’s not just me,” Rex offered, running a hand over his closely-shaved blonde hair. His helmet was on the counter nearby, and you noticed the interesting markings across the top, making a mental note to ask about them later. You took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly to steady your nerves, and leaned against the counter, feeling yourself relax a little. 

“Okay, so what would you do in this scenario…” You quizzed, and the two of you launched into the nerdiest discussion of war strategy you could have imagined. The minutes ticked by, and you started to feel much more comfortable. Rex was clearly engaged, enjoying the intellectual challenge and particularly appreciating the familiarity of the content. Drinks were refilled, you began coming up with increasingly ridiculous situations, both of you loosening up and laughing a bit more, and finally the conversation turned toward other things. He shared about the early days of the war, you talked about your aspirations for a career that seemed to be just out of your reach, and the discussion was occasionally punctuated by the arrival of someone else who wanted to have a quick talk with Rex. He would engage for a bit, sending you the occasional side glance and grin that made your heart skip a beat, then would turn back to you. 

Things were going fantastically, but you were suddenly interrupted by a very unwelcome presence -- a regrettable one-night-stand from a while ago who had never quite gotten the hint that you didn’t want to talk to him again. He sidled up next to you, a little too close for comfort, sloshing his drink a bit as he leaned into your side with a foul-breathed greeting. 

“Well helloooooo! Fancy meeting you here!” he slurred, eyes roving over you with thinly veiled interest. You crinkled your nose, leaning away from him a bit, and Rex noticed your discomfort. 

“Hi there,” he said, a sudden air of authority in his voice that gave you goosebumps. “We were just heading out, but nice to see you, and hope you have a good night!” He rose to his feet from the stool he’d been resting on, offering his arm to you as he used the other one to tuck his helmet against his hip. You stood as well, taking his arm and muttering a farewell to the inebriated mistake of your past, who started rambling something incoherent after you as the two of you strolled out the front door. 

The cool night air hit your face, refreshing and invigorating after the cloying warmth of 79s as you walked down the street and around the corner. You realized with a start that Rex was looking at you, a little half-smile on his face that made you suddenly want to kiss him. What were you supposed to do now? It had been a diversion to leave the bar, but you now found yourself with no plan of where to go. You opened your mouth for some feeble attempt at a joke, but were suddenly interrupted by a loud voice behind you. 

“Hey! I wazzn done with you! I’sstill talkin n you left!”

You whirled around, matched in speed by Rex who had turned to face the threatening sound immediately. The obnoxious little hemorrhoid was staggering after you, still holding the glass from the bar, waving it angrily at the two of you. His face was bright red, mouth spluttering with words, and you wondered how you ever made such a bad decision like that. Your self-flagellation was halted by the gentle push of Rex’s helmet into your arms, as he stepped slightly in front of you to face the approaching complainer. 

“Easy there, brother. Why don’t you take your glass back and have a good night?” Rex said, striking a balance of firmness and affability. You marveled at his ability to be direct without the bravado that so many insecure men would immediately put on when challenged in any way. 

“YOU take thglass back!” the parasite spluttered, making a sudden lunge at the two of you. In one smooth motion, Rex moved the two of you sideways, out of the way of the ill-aimed charge, and you let out a little yelp of surprise as you backed up against the wall beside you, clutching the helmet in your arms. In a flash, Rex was in front of you, holding a hand up toward the angry little fuss, who was revving up for another go. He came at the Captain and was easily dodged, running past in a clumsy bundle of flailing limbs, crashing into some passersby who squawked in surprise and disapproval. 

“Time to go home,” Rex commanded, still squaring up in case the fool decided to have another go. And indeed he did, lowering his head and taking a swing at the clone, who effortlessly dodged it and quickly swept his legs out from under him. He fell backward with a disproportionately satisfying thwack, head knocking into the mirror of a speeder on the way down, sending the glass mug flying from his hand, and passed out cold. You cringed, pressing the back of your head into the wall in embarrassment, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Rex turned back to you, expression unreadable, and you began to offer your apologies.

“I’m so sorry,” you started, but he waved them away, and you were overcome with the sudden realization of just how damn sexy he was. The combination of hours of conversation, his intelligence and humility, and the fearless protectiveness were intoxicating, and the rush of all that had just happened hit you like the brick wall you were backed up against. 

“Eh, I guess it’s the struggle of having such devoted followers,” Rex said dismissively, a playful smile on his face. 

“More like clingy regrets from a moment of bad judgment,” you admitted, turning his helmet in your hands. 

“I’ll take that if you’d like,” he said, extending a hand warmly and nodding toward the helmet. 

Whether it was the thrill of the series of events, the culmination of the emotional roller coaster you’d been on in life, or just the sheer magnetism of the blonde beauty in front of you, a sudden courage found its way into your heart. You hoped it would be received well, but it just felt so… right. You took a step forward, shifting the helmet around behind your back, holding it in both arms between your spine and the wall, and lifted your chin toward Rex with a cheeky grin. 

“If you want it, you’re gonna have to come and get it from me.”

You didn’t know where it came from, but the spark between the two of you was undeniable, and you held your breath as Rex raised an eyebrow in surprise. Your heart skipped a beat when he pursed his lips, assessing you with a gaze that made your knees weak. He had seemed so awkward at the bar, so unsure of himself, but now he was none of those things. His presence exuded confidence, and he moved slowly toward you. The smoldering intensity in his eyes melted you to the core, and you inhaled sharply as he brought his face within inches of yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he leaned toward your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Well look at you all of a sudden,” he purred, reaching an arm around your side. You temporarily forgot about the helmet as he moved his lips from your ear to your mouth, not touching, just barely hovering in the most tantalizing way. His eyelids were low as he took in a slow breath, raising his eyes to yours and brushing the tip of your nose with his own on the way. Your lips parted slightly, holding your breath, every nerve in your body on fire as you found yourself yearning to close the distance between the two of you but also finding yourself frozen in place, unable to move. 

The tension was suddenly broken as you felt the helmet slip out from behind you, and you fell back into the wall with a surprised gasp. Rex stood up straight, holding the helmet up triumphantly with an eyebrow waggle. The flood of emotions was indescribable -- shock, humor, indignation, disappointment, delight… 

“That’s not fair!” you breathed, feeling slightly embarrassed at being toyed with, and you took a hopeless swipe at the helmet, which he easily pulled out of reach with a smile. 

“You’re right…” he answered, surprising you as he pressed forward against you, snugly trapping you between his plastoid armor and the wall. You brought a hand to his chest plate, the other resting on his hip, looking up at him in thoroughly flustered admiration. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself at this point, but he lifted his free hand to your chin, tipping it upward ever so gently, and hesitated to scan your eyes for consent. You closed them, leaning forward slightly, and he dropped his helmet to the ground, snaking his other arm around your waist, pressing the most deliciously tender kiss to your mouth. Electricity coursed from your head to your toes, and you melted against him, drowning in his scent and taste and touch. A quiet, contented “hmm” rumbled in his chest, and you lifted a hand to the back of his neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss blissfully. 

It felt like hours and seconds simultaneously when you finally parted, sucking in the cool air in disbelief and amazement. He leaned his forehead gently against yours, leaving his eyes closed for a moment, a small smile on his lips, and you reveled in the contrast of his sharp features and the softness of his touch. What a change from the flustered, awkward start of your interaction… A million thoughts and questions flew through your mind, but you let them all drift away to instead savor the moment. 

“Thank you?” you whispered, earning a tiny chuckle from him. 

“My pleasure,” Rex answered, “Should we go discuss some more battle strategy?” 

You laughed out loud now, giving his cheek a fond caress, "Fantastic idea."

LOOK!! Fanart!! 😭😍🥹👏🏻👏🏻 SO HAWTT!!

[rexxdjarin]

talking about Rex banging the shit out of you in the 501st clone barracks in the discord and I am a mess

he’s covering your mouth to keep you quiet and whispering filthy praises in your ear about how good you are for being quiet enough to let all his men sleep.

and he’s all “you’re taking me this hard and still staying so quiet…because you’re a good girl for me. Always my good girl.”

he just needs the relief of you. he needs you. but you’re considerate when he gets too worked up to remember or care. so you’re biting down on his hand to hold back the screams you desperately want to release and the only thing anyone can hear, if they listen hard enough, are the sounds of his thighs slapping yours repeatedly and both your labored exhales in rapid huffs.

and well, if the occasional moan or whimper or cry actually does escape you, it’s brings a little satisfied smirk across his face because damn it if it doesn’t make him so proud to know his men will realize your his. you belong to the captain.

[toomanybandstocare]

Congrats on your account anniversary! You’re an awesome person and friend! ✨💕

I’m submitting the .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sneaking Around request…

with Captain Rex x Reader!

Perhaps something fluffy and sweet? 💓

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around

Drabble for character x reader. @starrylothcat requested something fluffy and sweet with our resident Captain with puppy dog eyes. I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for celebrating with me, an dI so enjoyed chatting and getting to know you, friend <3

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 800w

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, Barely proof read

Counselor Note: So sorry this is shorter! I really wanted to write this for you and just share a piece of sunshine fluff with our boi.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-

A warm sea breeze lazily drifts over the beach club as sun beams lightly kiss the skin of vacationers and employees. Cheers and shouts from the shoreline harmonize with the ocean’s rolling waves as children splash around in the crystal blue waters. Parents sit under umbrellas with blankets and coolers of snacks while they keep a careful eye on their kids as they enjoy a moment of relaxation. Other patrons chat excitedly as they wander around the cabanas and different restaurants on the property.

Arching your back with a satisfied hum, you sink further into your lounge chair. Although your movement is limited with the weight of your lover’s body resting on your chest. Rex’s sleeping expression pinches at your movement, and his arms tighten around your waist. 

“Where do you think you’re going,” he asks. His voice thick with sleep now rumbles against your skin with its low vibrato that sends shivers through you.

You peer down at him over your sunnies with an amused expression. “No where, I promise. I was, however, trying to get more comfortable, but it seems like someone’s more concerned about their afternoon nap,” you lightly tease. Rex presses his face into the crook of your neck and groans, which pulls a melodious laugh from you.

The two of you were granted an extended leave after the most recent battle. Without a second thought, Rex started to pack both your bags as he muttered under his breath about everything his commanding officers and brothers put him through with the latest so called plan. As he flew across your room looking for your favorite outfits, you quickly reserved a private cabana for the two of you to hide away and enjoy from prying eyes. Neither of you want to lift a single finger, and both of you made a secret promise to make sure the other didn’t as well.

Rex has never thought too much of what his future would be. The sensitive heart that makes it home in his chest shies away from false hope. After losing so many brothers and close friends, Rex isn’t sure he could survive even one more crack in his tattered heart. Yet when he pulls away from your soft skin, he melts when he meets your adoring expression. Late afternoon sunlight frames you in a breathtaking glow that makes Rex fall in love with you all over again. Only this time it feels like the air is knocked out of him, and Rex falls harder for you. “What would you like to do, hm?” Rex asks as one of his arms slips from your waist and cups your cheek.

Even with the summer heat, you alway find comfort in Rex’s warmth. Leaning into his palm, your eyes flutter shut for a moment as you hum in thought. “How about dinner and drinks? Been here all morning, and we forgot to bring a cooler and our beach bag today,” you muse out loud and look at him once more. Your mind finally slows into a languid peaceful bliss after half a month disconnected from the rest of the galaxy. Never in a rush to get from place to place as you focus on enjoying the taste of normalcy with your riduur.

“Then dinner and drinks, we will find,” Rex agrees with a groan as he pulls away from you. Slipping off the lounge chair, Rex stretches his arms above his head. When he opens his eyes to catch you unabashedly checking him out, Rex’s cheeks blush a deeper red from the already existing sun kiss to his cheeks. “Alright, enough of that. There’ll be plenty of time for whatever daydream you’ve come up with later,” Rex rushes to try and tame the butterflies soaring in a flurry within his stomach. He dips down and loops on arm under your knees as the other rests on your lower back. 

As Rex pulls you up to his chest, your chest sears with excited nerves as laughter falls from your lips. “Rex,” you cry out in giddy disbelief. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you rest your head on his shoulder while he begins to walk towards your favorite of the club restaurants. “Please, don’t drop me,” you breathe out. You trust Rex implicitly, but the lingering nerves make you press closer to him.

Rex glances down at you with a soft expression. “I will never drop you, cyar’ika. I’m always going to be there to catch you,” he promises you. Something squeezes at his lungs when you look up at him in utter adoration, and Rex swears to himself that he will always try to keep that expression on your face. Wholly devoted to your wellbeing and happiness, Rex has never felt more at home than he has in this moment.

[antoinettesb]

You put the stars to shame

Rex x f reader (no body descriptions)

(this is inspired by one of the Gale romance scenes from BG3. Also, you should listen to this song whilst reading. It is important!!!!)

Warnings: sfw, feelings of being unworthy of love; feelings of being inferior, replacable; angst (?); comfort ♡ (with kiss)

Info: Rex x reader, y/n story; written from a female pov; no explicit description of body. (ALSO this is my first written story hehe), fluff

Content: Star gazing, getting emotional, deep talk, comforting Rex

Under the vast canvas of the night sky, Rex and you sat in a sacred silence, cradled by the embrace of darkness and stars. You were surrounded by the celestial beauty of the stars and gazing at the lake in front of you, which reflected the beautiful scenery of the night sky.

The quietude between you whispered of an unspoken connection that transcended the bounds of war and duty. But truly, your connection was so much more. And the intimate moment you shared, whilst sitting next to each other, was a vivid depiction of it.

Your gaze was wandering off, enjoying the comfort of the night. Suddenly, you heard a heavy sigh of your significant other.

Rex's voice, tentative yet laden with a profound weight, finally cut through the quietude. "Y/n, I can't help but feel I'm not enough for you. I'm... I'm just a clone, easily replaceable. You deserve more than I can give." He frowned slightly, remembering the haunting memories of losing his brothers, one by one.

You turned to him, your eyes mirroring the glittering constellations above. "Rex, you are everything to me. More than a mere clone. Dear, you're the beating heart in a sea of uniformity." Softly, you placed your hand on top of his.

A somberness crept into Rex's gaze. He flinched when he felt your soft touch, pulling away to point at the lake in front of you, which reflected the stars. "But you're like the stars, Y/n. As beautiful as the cosmos itself. I wish I could give you the world, lay it at your feet. I could do that, if I was granted the opportunity to do so." His gaze fell onto you, meeting your soft and loving face. Maker, you wanted to take his worries off of him. Of course, you could never fully understand how he was feeling on the inside. You both shared quite a different background. Still, you loved this man from the bottom of your heart.

You gently cupped his face, your thumb tracing a line across the hardened features of his face. "Rex, I don't want the world. I... I don't need the universe at my feet... I only want you. The man I fell in love with, the one who's held my heart through it all."

Rex's eyes flickered with self-doubt, tears starting to form. "Mesh'la, you're... you're like a goddess to me. A celestial being. I feel inferior of loving you."

Your voice, a soothing melody, resonated in the quiet night. "It doesn't matter where you come from. What matters is who you choose to be. I want you, Rex. No one else."

Rex's longing was palpable. "But Y/n, I want to be better for you. I want to give you everything."

Your eyes glistened with tenderness. "You already have, Rex. Your love is everything. I don't need the world; I only need you. You're all I could ever ask for."

Rex persisted, his words laced with a sense of unworthiness. "But....Do you wish me to be more? To give you more?"

Your expression softened, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. How could you make him truly understand how kriffing beautiful he was? He was perfect. His strict yet soft and forgiving eyes. His loving soul. And so much more.

The intimate vulnerability he revealed to you deeply touched you. "Rex, I don't want any of that. I only want you, just as you are. You are enough. You are perfect. Besides....... I love you." You put your hand onto his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "I love you too, Mesh'la". He answered with all honesty.

Rex, on the verge of another argument, was silenced by your touch, as you leaned in for a soft, intimate kiss. The both of you closed your eyes, embracing the tenderness.

In that moment, beneath the vast expanse of stars, he felt the depth of your love, a love that saw beyond the uniformity of clones and recognized the unique soul within him. The kiss spoke louder than words, an unspoken promise that your love would endure, transcending the limitations of your shared existence.

Slowly, you broke the kiss, noticing how Rex wrapped his arms around you, to hold you close. He exhaled heavily yet calmly. He felt your love, watching you and the way you smiled at him with a gaze that was filled with love and affection, your eyes glistening.

"You put the stars to shame" was all he could whisper to you, with a shy smile and a trembling voice. He leaned his forehead against yours, rubbing his nose against yours tenderly.

"Let's stay here a little longer." He chuckled lightly, squeezing you lovingly, only to later on walk back home and fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling your warmth and unconditional love for each other. You wished that you could stop time.

(Sorry for any weird phrases whatsoever, English isn't my native language:D. Hope you had fun reading though)

[kaminokatie]

Order 66 || Captain Rex

Synopsis - Order 66 is declared and Rex is on the hunt for you. When he finally finds you accessing Fives files, he stuns you and takes you to the holding cell where he has his way with you.

Warnings - NSFW. TW; dub-con, non-con.

Word Count - 1.6k

[Caffeinate Me]

“Execute Order 66.”

“Yes, Lord Sidious.”

Rex had turned on his heels, blasters pointing at you and Ahsoka. Everything moved so fast, you almost didn’t have time to process what was happening: the clones, including Rex, had turned on you… They had turned on the Jedi. You and Ahsoka barely escaped the encounter and were now on the run from all the clones on the Jedi Cruiser. 

You reached the doors when Ahsoka turned to you, determination in her eyes. “I’ll get Maul,” she said, opening the doors. 

“What for?” You hissed. 

“Diversion,” she replied quickly as the door opened. “You find out everything you can about arc trooper Fives. There’s got to be something there that can help us explain what the hell is going on here!” 

You nodded and turned to face the other way, muttering a “good luck,” under your breath before running in the opposite direction. You had no idea where you were going, where your feet were taking you, but you knew you had to find out some information on Fives. Yours and Ahsoka’s lives depended on it. You reached a few droids and quickly turned them on, hushing them as they sprung to life. “Shh, guys, shh. I need your help,” you whispered softly to the droids. They bumbled in response. “I need you to find out anything you can on arc trooper Fives. Please, it’s an emergency. The clones have turned against the Jedi and we don’t know why!” 

The droids bumbled again and quickly got to work, pulling up a report filed by Rex himself. In the report, you had learned that Fives was convinced of a conspiracy against the Jedi: an inhibitor chip placed in all the clones to make them do whatever they wanted, including executing the Jedi. Your eyes widened in shock as you listened to Rex’s report. That was it, an inhibitor chip. You turned around and sighed, a heavy weight on your shoulders. It was then that the doors behind you slid open, revealing Rex. His hand went straight to his blasters when he saw you, and yours straight for your lightsaber in an attempt to protect yourself: but you were too late. Everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a holding cell with your hands tied uncomfortably behind your back. Your eyes immediately shot up when you heard a chuckle come from inside the room with you. It was Rex. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you sweetheart,” he said, his voice low under his helmet. 

“Rex,” you whispered, breathing heavily as you struggled against your restraints. 

“Stop that. You can’t escape from me,” Rex growled. “I should execute you right here and now, traitor.” 

“Rex, this isn’t you,” you said as tears formed in your eyes. “You’re being controlled. Fives was right!” 

“Shut up,” he snapped as he took off his helmet. He pulled his blaster out of his holsters and pressed it against your temple, his finger stuttering on the trigger. “I’ve always wanted to see you on your knees for me, Jedi.” 

“Rex-”

“I said shut up!” he barked at you. Rex slowly removed his cod-piece and your eyes widened as he took his cock out of his blacks, pumping it slowly. His golden eyes looked down on you. Your heart was beating in your chest as he grabbed your hair with his free hand and forced you to look up at him, cock dangerously close to your face. “Suck it,” he demanded, the blaster still pressed firmly against your temple. “Suck it or I’ll shoot you right here.” You looked up at him through your lashes as tears gathered in your lower lash line. You slowly took his cock into your mouth and he immediately let out a groan. You hollowed your cheeks as you began to suck slowly, eyes never leaving his. Rex’s face contorted into one of pure pleasure as you swirled your tongue around his tip, lapping him up as if your life depended on it, mainly because it did. “You look so good with your mouth full of my cock,” Rex growled, his hips thrusting slightly into your face. You mumbled something around his length forcing him to press the blaster closer to your temple, knocking your head slightly sideways, but never once did you stop sucking. You stayed like that for a few minutes, a dull ache appearing in your jaw as Rex continued to fuck your face. His pace was slow, as if he was savouring the moment and suddenly he pulled you off of his cock with a slight pop. “Stand up,” he commanded. You did as you were told when suddenly he barked another order at you. “Face the wall.” You complied, facing the wall with a shudder. Rex dropped his blaster to his side for a moment as he yanked down your pants and underwear, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. He pried open your legs with his foot and kissed up your neck. “Wanted to do this for so long,” he admitted breathily against your soft flesh. For a second, you swore you caught a glimpse of the ‘old’ Rex, a man no longer controlled by an inhibitor chip. But that Rex disappeared when he pressed the blaster back to your temple. 

“Rex,” you whimpered, feeling his cock slip against your folds. You shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, yet here you were, cunt clenching around nothing as Rex continued to stroke himself against your entrance. “This isn’t you.” Rex stopped his movements for a second as he processed your words, but then without warning, plunged his cock straight into your core. A loud moan escaped your lips as Rex immediately began to thrust his hips against yours roughly, not giving you a moment to adjust to his length. “Rex,” you whined. 

“I thought I told you to shut up,” he grumbled as his free hand grasped your hips tightly, angling you in a way that had him hitting that spot deep inside of you already. 

“Feels so good Rex, kriff, don’t stop!” You cried out as obscene squelching sounds filled the room. Rex happily obliged, never faltering his movements as his blaster pressed further into your temple, his finger resting on the trigger. One wrong move and you were dead, you knew that, but the pleasure was too good for you to even think about it. “Rex - ah - my clit, please. I need to cum!” 

Rex didn’t say a word, just grunted into your neck as his spare hand dropped from your hip and circled around your waist, fingers resting on your swollen nub. His fingers started moving expertly on your clit, dancing delicious little circles around it. Electricity shot up your body and soon you were twitching and clenching around him, cumming over his cock without warning. Rex let out a loud moan as your walls fluttered around him and his movements sped up, the primal need to fill you up completely taking control of him. He dropped his blaster onto the floor and grasped your hips desperately with both hands, pounding into you as hard and as fast as he could. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill your pretty fucking cunt right here, right now,” he growled into your ear, his movements never stopping. His hips began to stutter as thick ropes of cum spit out of his tip, filling you completely to the brim. Rex halted his movements and pulled out of you, admiring the way his cum dribbled down your thigh as you shivered uncomfortably. Rex pulled up your underwear and pants, and was about to open his mouth to speak when suddenly the doors opened, causing him to spin around on his heels to be met with a blaster shot set to stun. It was Ahsoka. 

“Y/N!” She yelled, running to your side. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you whispered quietly, looking at Rex lying on the floor unconscious. “I don’t think I would have been if you hadn't shown up though.” 

“Let’s not think about that,” she said with a smile, unclasping the restraints that held your hands behind your back. “Did you find out anything about Fives?” 

You nodded. “There’s a chip inside the clones making them do this. It’s not their fault Ahsoka, they can’t help it. We need to get Rex to the medical bay, maybe we can help him!” 

Ahsoka nodded and helped you carry Rex discreetly to the medical facility. The procedure didn’t take long and after a matter of minutes, Rex was awake. He sat up off the table grasping the side of his head as he groaned. Ahsoka was the first to sit up and greet him cautiously. “Rex… Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah kid, I’m okay,” he whispered. He was about to apologise for trying to kill her, but then you stepped into view with tears in your eyes. You wrapped your arms around Rex protectively and pressed a kiss to his cheek softly. 

“Rex, I’m so glad you’re back,” you cried, arms tightening around him. 

“Y/N,” he whispered softly, tears filling his own eyes as his mind thought back to what he did. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop it, I tried, I really did.” 

“It’s okay Rex,” you whispered back. “I know you couldn’t stop it. But, if all clones have been ordered to execute the Jedi… Why didn’t you execute me?” 

Rex thought for a moment. He knew why, he was in love with you. Maybe that played a big part as to why he didn’t execute you, but he couldn’t be certain. “I… I don’t know.” 

“It doesn’t matter about that right now. We have to get out of here,” Ahsoka sighed as she looked around the medical room. You pulled away from the hug with Rex and nodded as you looked into his eyes. There were no words there, but you understood. When this was all over, when you got out of here, you were both going to confess your feelings for each other and smash your lips together. You swore you would.

[zoeykallus]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing!! I was wondering if you could write either fives or Rex where they surprise reader at their work with flowers after they have been off planet for a while?

Aloha!

Thanks! Love to read that!

Well, I couldn't decide which one, so I decided to do two short one-shots. Hope that's okay with you :)

Fives/Rex x Reader - Your Sweet Gentleman

Fluff

Fives

You'll be off work soon. But you still have a good hour ahead of you. The day was exhausting and feels longer than usual. The thought of coming home to an empty apartment again doesn't necessarily make you happier. Fives has been on a mission with the 501st for a while now.

You try to just get on with your work and not think about it too much, wanting to just get the last hour over with, when you notice your colleagues looking up curiously. You frown, but before you can check who or what has caught their interest, you hear a familiar voice.

"I have a delivery here for someone very special."

You blink, not sure if you really heard what you think you heard. As you turn around you see someone standing there, you recognize the armor, however the face is hidden behind a giant colorful bouquet of flowers. Behind the bouquet, you hear the voice again.

"I have here some beautiful flowers for the most beautiful being in this Galaxy".

Slowly the bouquet sinks. First you see Five's cheeky eyes and the tattoo on his forehead, shortly after that his whole beautiful face and the engaging smile on his lips.

"Hello Mesh'la," he says, beaming.

Your heart nearly overflows with joy that he is here again and at the wonderful, loving gesture. Fives finally spreads his arms with a grin.

"Now come on into my arms."

You jump at him, and he laughingly wraps his arms around you.

You say with a devoted sigh, "I've missed you so much."

Fives kisses your temple and says, "I've missed you too."

As you slowly pull away from the embrace, he finally holds the bouquet out to you again and says, "Look, I brought all your favorites"

You grin and look at the bouquet. Fives is right, all your favorite flowers in your favorite colors are there. The thought that Fives has remembered these things warms your heart.

Rex

You feel his presence even before you turn around. But part of you doesn't believe that when you turn around, you'll see Rex standing in front of you. You know he's on a mission, and the last time you called, he said he'd be gone for at least two more weeks, which was five days ago.

Still, you turn around slowly, your heart pounding. At the first moment your heart sinks again, because he is really not behind you. However, your gaze wanders around the room and then you do see him. He stands at the entrance of the room, a smirk on his lips as your eyes meet. In his hand is a pretty bouquet of flowers.

He walks past your colleagues towards you. The handsome captain does attract a glance or two, and part of you can't suppress a proud grin as your colleagues watch him greet you with a gentle kiss and hand you the flowers.

"Do you like them?" he asks gently with his disarming smile.

With a nod you say dreamily, "They are beautiful, thank you Rex".

Out of the corner of your eye you see the curious looks of your work colleagues, Rex has noticed them too by now and you can tell he is starting to feel uncomfortable under their stares.

"When can you leave work?" he asks, trying to tune out the others present.

"Fifty standard minutes."

Rex smirks again, kisses your cheek and whispers, "I'll wait for you outside."

You watch him leave again, pretty much everyone does. You can't blame them, Rex is a handsome guy with a calm but strong presence.

You can't wait for the last fifty minutes of work to be over and finally jump into Rex's arms. You don't know why he is back earlier than he said, but you'll find out soon enough. The most important thing is that he is back now.

You beam all over and enjoy the feeling of knowing that you won't go home to your apartment alone tonight.

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Perfect Princessa (Captain Rex x Senator Reader)

Note: She/Her pronouns are used.  Warning for Body Dysphoria. (Remember you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are).  Requested by Invisible Boi on Quotev.com Words: 1.4k 

Rex wasn't a man to do things by halves. He took his duties to the republic and the GAR very seriously. He valued the friendships he had and the lives of his brothers above winning the battles he often found himself thrown into the middle of. Although he wasn't interested in the politics of the war, he had found himself with an unexplainable attraction to a certain senator. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At first, it started out as a friendship but soon blossomed into something more. Rex found himself thinking of (Y/N) during his quieter moments on the front lines of war and often wondered what battle she fought in the unwinnable battlefield of the senate. 

He discovered another of (Y/N)'s battles when he returned to Coruscant for shore leave, deciding to surprise her with a visit. When he entered (Y/N)'s apartment, using the code she'd so kindly given him. It was as quiet as a tomb, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. To the point Rex had convinced himself (Y/N) was at the senate building, preparing for or involved in some sort of debate, no doubt about the war. (Y/N) was a senator after, and a damn good one. 

Just as Rex was about to pick up his helmet to leave. He heard (Y/N)'s voice, quieter than normal, no louder than a whisper. Filled with sadness and sounding as if she'd been crying. With little thought, Rex had followed the trail of her soft but hurt-filled voice, forgetting about his helmet. Instead, his focus was on finding (Y/N) and finding out what was causing her to be so sad and distressed. Rex's immediate thoughts had something to do with politics, it wasn't unusual for (Y/N) to be strong in front of her colleagues but show her true feelings on something in the privacy of her own home. 

When Rex reached the refresher door, he could hear (Y/N) voice far more clearly, hearing her words. She was talking to themselves, critiquing something, and calling herself stupid. Almost instantly Rex felt the urge to walk inside and reassure her, she wasn't stupid, she'd done their best. He'd believed it was about a political debate. So was surprised when her words truly hit him. 

(Y/N) wasn't critiquing her abilities as a senator, no she was pointing out flaws in their appearance. Things that Rex hadn't noticed or even seen before. Things such as her nose being too big, or her eyes being two different shades of the same color. Even critiquing how she looked in certain dresses, how they looked bloated in some and too skeletal-like in others. Even commenting on how other senators had seen the obvious imperfections and flaws, but been too polite to voice their thoughts, instead (Y/N) theorized her colleagues would laugh and make fun of her behind her back. 

"You should have worn a different outfit (Y/N), no one ever takes you seriously wearing it. Blush Pink doesn't suit you" rambled (Y/N), as she started about the dress she'd chosen to wear that day. The one that had the gold accessories to go with it. "It makes you look frumpy. shows all the bumps and lumps" cruelly spoke (Y/N), her words harsh and unflattering. void of the love and kindness Rex had come to know. 

Rex didn't think twice before opening the refresher door, a stern look painted on his features, ensuring (Y/N) knew he'd heard her words and now knew the secret she'd tried so very hard to hide from him. A secret Rex made no attempt to hide his disdain for. Tears soon began to make (Y/N)'s eyes shimmer in the dim glow the vanity light offered, once the shock and horror had worn away. Her knees weakened as she waited for what she believed was Rex's inevitable agreement and harsh comments of criticism. (Y/N) at least hoped he'd be the one to finally voice what he truly thought of her, about the imperfections and flaws she knew everyone could see, and made fun of her. 

"I liked the blue dress you wore when we first met" voiced Rex. Recalling the silky cobalt blue dress well, it had silver accessories and a light petal-like overcoat. Rex had mistakenly believed she was queen from an outer rim world, only to be corrected by Echo, who explained she was a senator and one that supported clone rights. Often being the voice, that prevented the clone's needs and rights from being completely ignored. "You're being too hard on yourself Princessa" commented the Captain of the 501st, as he gently took hold of her hands, and pulled her from her seat on the closed toilet. Pulling her to stand before the mirror in front of him. To face the object she hated so much. "Point out what you see as a flaw and I'll tell you what I see" challenged the great captain, noticing (Y/N) staring at him through the mirror, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or being his normal doting self. 

"My eyes, they're oddly shaped and the color doesn't match" whispered (Y/N), pointing to her reflection, still with the mindset the mirror never lied, even if the people around her did. Rex simply turned to look at her closely, shaking his head before placing a gentle kiss on both of her eyelids. Hearing a small giggle escape her. "My nose, is too big, there's a bump on the bridge, and it's crooked, nothing seems to make it look right" she continued, watching via the mirror as Rex lifted a hand to gently stroke his fingers around her nose, wiggling it slightly, with a childish smile placed firmly on his lips. 

"Nope, no bump there. and if it is crooked, it's likely from the bar fight you got into the night we met" exclaimed Rex, recalling the night so clearly. Even now he still struggled with the idea of such an elegant lady hiding such a tough secret. He still felt sorry for the civvi to have been on the receiving end of her anger and the shoe upside the head. "Your shoulders are knotted from bearing the weight of a war few others see. And your hands are perfect, do you remember when you slapped that senator silly for his comments" spoke Rex, his rough callous hands on her smooth shoulders, feeling her relax, as she began to see through the flaws, seeing what he could see. 

"None of my dresses can hide my stomach. Most of them make me look bloated and frumpy" began (Y/N), as her hands reached for her clothed stomach, grabbing at the area she was convinced she needed to lose weight from, that and her hips and thighs. Rex simply shook his head, before turning her to face him, upon doing so, he got to his knees and wrapped his arms around her torso. Pressing his lips to her stomach, in a sweet gesture only a lover could do. 

"Do you remember what you said to me when I told you I was insecure about my blonde hair?" asked Rex, from his place on his knees before her, untangling her arms from her and once again intertwining their fingers. His honey eyes never once left her soft manicured hands. He waited patiently for her to voice those same words, even more so when he so often drew confidence from them, and sometimes reiterated them to cadets who felt as he had. 

"You're blonde hair isn't a flaw, it's a gift. It makes you unique. Don't be ashamed of what makes you different. Embrace it" whispered (Y/N), as she recalled the words, as if she'd spoken them just the day before. At the same time, she pulled Rex back to his feet, seeing nothing but love glowing in his honey eyes. Seeing nothing but warm affection radiating from him. He was the most perfect man she knew and spent most days wondering how she'd been so lucky. 

"Whether you realize it or not. You'll always be perfect to me Princessa" whispered Rex, placing a soft kiss on her temple and working his way to every place she'd pointed out as a flaw, occasionally whispering what made her perfect to him. What made her the queen he still believed she was? Only being willed to continue on by her sweet giggles and the familiar smile returning to her painted lips. 

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I want you (Rex x female reader) one shot

Never written a Rex one shot before so hopefully it’s not too bad. And yeah I started off kinda angsty😅 sorry

Warning: doubts her worth reader, brief mentions of unwanted flirting, minor hints of suggestive activity towards the end.

Word count: 3388

((Medic for the clones has had a crush on rex for a while now, but doesn't want to tell him for fear of rejection or Rex losing his post. Fives comes in with a minor injury and pushes/ teases her about telling him the truth))

Being a medic for the republic had its ups and downs. But you wouldn't have traded it for anything. You loved your job. Getting to put your endless knowledge of medicine to good use thrilled you, but that usually came with a price. It was difficult to watch so many clones that you had grown friendly with, end up in the med bay or on the operating table. Frankly the latter had been less frequent as of late and that brought you a wave of relief.

   You had a hunch, however that several of the boys, especially from the 501st were purposely injuring themselves just to see you. The idea had crossed your mind before, especially after how many times Fives and Jessie had came to see you. They had become repeat visitors. After a while you paid no mind to. You rather enjoyed their company. That was until on multiple occasions Rex would accompany them.

    You and the captain had grown closer over several rotations and you found a comfort in his presence. He was a good solider and had a kind soul. Would stand up for you when a newbie would question your skill sets or try to flirt with you when you visible uncomfortable. He would always greet you when he returned.

   It had all started when after being deeply wounded on a mission. He blamed himself for what had happened. You being you and seeing what the clones would go through, you eased his pain both physically and emotionally. Telling him that none of it was his fault. That he did everything that he could. He seemed to relax at your words, a genuine smile crossing his lips. One that sent sparks down your body. 

   After that Rex would visit you whenever he could or needed someone to talk to. It would be about anything. Dealing with Fives endless pranks or the struggles of war. You just listened. Letting him vent his frustrations or worries. You always looked forward to seeing him. So much so it started to become the highlight of your week.

Along the way you started to realize it when Fives spotted it out. You had feelings for Rex. It was so gradually that you hadn't realized it until someone made you aware of it. And now it was all you could think about. It made sense. Lately his presence made you nervous. Butterflies would form in your stomach when he came around. And when his hand would brush your shoulder you felt warm. But you knew you couldn't tell him.

    Not when it could mean the stripping of his rank or position. No, you wouldn't do that to him. Not when he worked so hard, sacrificed so much to get where he was.

Besides you weren't worth the risk.

You knew that.

   Fives and Jessie thought otherwise. And they made it a habit to tell you every chance they got. Today was no different. Both he and Echo had managed to get themselves into a fight in the cafeteria over a simple disagreement according to the calmer of the two.

��   "It was his fault". Fives grumbled as I looked over his bruised cheek. The purple hue was beginning to set in, but with a bacta patch he'd be healed in no time.

    "Are you sure?" You teased lightly.

Fives scoffed as you gently placed the patch on his cheek. Echo chuckled beside his fellow brother and rolled his eyes, then crossed his arms over his chest plate.

    "You provoked him, Fives".

     "He was asking for it". He voice had a tint of malice to it.

You glanced up at Echo, searching for answers. He shook his head. Whatever had happened in the mess hall had clearly set Fives off.

   "Rex would have let him have it too". He muttered the last part, just loud enough that you could hear it. And it certainly caught your attention. It was rare for the captain to get into fights. Most of them were usually over which clone had made a unwelcome pass at you.

    "Fives". Echo warned him.

     "What happened?" You paid no attention to Echo's warning. You had a hunch what had set the arc trooper off.

    "Newbie couldn't keep his snide comments about you to himself". He growled protectively. You signed.

    "He's not the first one to do so and he's probably not going to be the last".

Out of the corner of your eyes you could see his fist and jaw clench. You hated seeing him upset, just as much as he and the others hated how some of their fellow brothers saw and treated you. Hated that so many of them only saw you as something they wanted to get with. Like you were a personal score for them if they managed to get you back in their barracks.

    It unnerved you at times, but unfortunately you had gotten used to it. Though most of the 501st wished you hadn't. They despised the comments that were made. Fives, Echo, and Jessie, especially Rex were enraged by it.

To them you were a friend. A companion. Someone that would listen when they needed a softer touch and you enjoyed it. And that's all you needed. Their thoughts and opinions of you were the ones that truly mattered to you.

    "If Rex was there he would have put that shiny in his place". He grinned, hitting his fist together.

   "Ow". He groaned at his still very much injured arm.

   "How many times have I told you, take it easy". You reminded him, your hands on your hips.

Fives smirked and before he could answer Echo beat him to it, "Have you met him?"

You smiled and nodded. "I have".

    "Hey I'm right here!" He scoffed, playfully. "I take offense to that". You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Five to play up the dramatics. He moved his arm in his ball socket, adjusting it to see how much movement he would have until it fully healed in several weeks time. It was his next comment that threw you off. "Well either way they and everyone else better watch out. No one messes with Rex's girl".

    "I'm not his girl". You were quick to correct him while your cheeks stained a light pink. Betraying you.

    "But you could be". He suggested. You shook your head, trying to ignore him.

   "No I can't".

His gaze snapped to your figure, a brow raised. "Why not? You clearly like him and all of us can painfully see that the captain likes you back". He was quick to respond.

You could not entertain the notion that Rex might potentially like you back. There was just no way. The idea seemed laughable. For starters he was a clone and they took an oath to forgo all romantic relationships. Or at least some of them had. It was quite well known that dozens of them had minor flings here and there. A few even had long standing partners, but still. Rex didn't seem like the type to do so.

And more importantly he was the captain of the 501st.

Out of your rank.

You sighed. "For starters you all are not allowed to have those kind of relationships".

    "Yet we do". He smirked.

You sat your hands on the counter, gripping it firmly, and faced away from him. "And Rex is a captain.". You turned your head to the side. "I'm just a simple medic. He deserves someone more on his level".

     "That's bullshit!" Fives sudden raised voice startled you as did his figure looming over you.

    "It isn't!" You replied just as confidently.

You startled yourself with your tone. You never usually raised your voice at them. Fives was taken a back by it. You quickly looked away from them both. With your next statement you tried to De-escalate the situation.

    "I will not entertain such a fantasy when I know where it leads". Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Your quickly wiped them away. "And I will not risk Rex losing his command nor his position. He's worked too hard for it".

Fives saw the hurt flash in your eyes and sighed. "He has, but I know the captain. We both do". He pointed towards Echo, who was giving me a sympathetic glance.       

"He's right".

      "He cares about you and I-"

     "Fives, Echo". All three of you turned to see Jessie geared up, standing in the doorway. No doubt prepared up for a new mission. After all they had to ready at a moments notice.

    "General Skywalker needs our assistance on Aurora. Let's move it". You gestured to the friendly face.

    "You better go".

Echo reached for his helmet and walked away from the awkwardness that was forming, but not before flashing you a kind smile. Fives just stayed in place. He was so sure he had crossed a line by pushing you, but you placed a hand on his arm.

     "It's okay".

Whether he believed you or not he couldn't linger to find out. He was needed elsewhere and you were not going to hold him back. You were just a simple medic after all.

~~~

You weren't sure how long you had been working on the pile of paperwork, but it must have been late. You stretched your body out from the hunched over position it had been in. A yawn escaped your lips and you knew that it was time to turn in for the night.

A knocking sound pulled your attention to the doorway. Your eyes slightly widened at the armored figure of your distress standing at the entrance to your work station. What was he doing here? Especially at this late hour.

You opened your mouth to ask him that exact question but halted when you noticed his somber expression. Something was visibly wrong. He pressed the button, closing the door behind him and slowly strode towards you.

   This was not the first time you had seen the captain like this, however something about the look in his eyes this time spoke to you that this was something else. A thought that had been eating away at him and he wanted to get it off his chest. And like always you would be here to listen.

    "Rex?" You managed to get out. Your voice taking on a softer tone.

You usually only used it when he was overwhelmed. Under pressure. Lately it had been coming out more often as the war raged on. Rex needed a gentle reminder that what he was fighting for mattered. Other times he said he enjoyed the sound of your voice. It helped to relax him. If you could give him slight pockets of peace, that focused his mind out there on the front lines then you would continue to do. Even if his off handed compliments sent your heart aflame.

     "Fives told me what happened".

You felt your breathing hitch. You swallowed nervously. He took in your silence and when you didn't answer him, he called your name gently. When he reached your space his breath hitched in his throat at your watery eyes. He saw you quickly rub them away. He reached out his hand with the intention to touch it to yours and grip it between his. He wanted to know the feeling of your hands tangling together with his. He just wanted to touch you in a way that was more then a mere pat or brush.

   But he was holding back, afraid that you wouldn't feel that way about him. Those fears vanished the minute Fives told him how you felt. How you saw yourself in comparison to him. He was over the moon that you cared for him just as much as he did.

But he hated how you viewed yourself. You were a gorgeous to him. Enchanting even. The way your blue eyes glistened when they caught the light or how your smile lite up a room. To say he was under your spell was an understatement. And it took everything in him not to tell you.

    "Why didn't you tell me?"

You knew he was going to ask that. He had all the answers, but he wanted to hear it straight from your lips.

You bit back another wave of tears that were threatening to slip out. "I-I didn't....I didn't think you'd feel the same way". You choked out.

Didn't think he'd feel the same way? He nearly scoffed at your answer. How could he not care for you?

Yes, you were beautiful. There was no denying that. But it was your kind spirit and heart that he came to love. Your endless compassion to the hardships of war. The way you were able to sooth him after a difficult day. He sought you out not just for someone to talk to but because he liked being in your presence. You were calming to him. And he just wanted you to know all of it as badly as he wanted to crash his lips into yours.

    "Don't feel the same way? How could you think that I wouldn't?"

You froze.

Then you snapped your eyes to met his muscular form.  "What?"

He took a step forward, hoping that he hadn't scared you off with his words. "I care about you".

Startled by his words as you were you shook your head.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. "You can't- we can't. Rex you could lose your status as captain!"

Rex moved closer. "I don't care". He stated firm like it was an order.

And he meant it. Knowing that you felt the same about him, he was not going to let you slip through his fingers. Again you shook your head, hugging yourself and avoiding his intense gaze. He should have cared. He should have walked away. You should have walked away.

     "Rex, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I cost you everything-"

Rex grabbed her chin in the crock of his rough gloved finger and angled it up to face him. You met his brown eyes. He dipped his face lower, stopping mere inches from yours. Your noses nearly touching. Your breath caught in your throat from such close proximity. He too was surprised by his sudden closeness to you, but this is what he wanted. And he now knew you wanted it too.

    "I want you". He whispered so delicately, but with such a force you thought your body would melt. Scarlet painted your cheeks. Seeing the reaction you had to his words made him smirk.

You couldn't believe what he just spoke to you. What he confessed to you.

An impossible fantasy that had lived in your head for many cycles was coming true before your very eyes. But you were weary of it. It seemed too good to be true. And you had to have known that. Had to remind yourself of it.

    "Rex..." your voice trailed off just as Rex touched his hand to your cheek, gently caressing it. Warmth seeped into your whole body at the simple touch. You felt you would come undone from that sensation alone.

    "I know what I'm risking and I don't care. I want this". His lips hovered over yours. "I want you"

     In a fraction of a minute Rex's demeanor had changed from one of frustration to one of needing. Begging. He was pleading with you to chose him and you desperately wanted to. There was an ache in you. A desire to be his. You wanted it so badly. To give yourself over to him. But the risk was so great.

Rex closed his other hand around your lower back, bringing you even closer to him. Your body hitting the chest section of his battle stained armor. His warm eyes stared into you. It was like he had you under a trance. The very same that had him when he stared at you. You couldn't look away from them and you didn't want to. Neither could he.

   The logical side of you was screaming at you to push him away. Tell you that you couldn't do this and that the risk was too great.

But the other side of you. The one that wanted him was stronger. More powerful. A shining thought to contrast the doubt within you.

    "But-"

    "Your worth the risk mesh'la. Believe me".

Again your cheeks turned a deep shade of red. You had heard Mandalorian terms of endearment before, but hearing it directed at you was another story. And seeing how it made you blush intensely caused the caption to smile successfully to himself.

You couldn't deny the magnetic pull you felt towards him. Neither could he. Nor could he ignore how inviting your lips looked as his gaze slid to them. You watched him with such anticipation. The feeling of them on yours was a dream you had thought about many times and now it seemed that it was becoming a reality.

He dipped his head lower, enough for your noses to brush and that simple light graze heated your skin. His lips hovered even closer until they didn't.

When his lips brushed over, then collided onto yours, It was like a moth drawn to a flame. And like a moth you were bewitched by his lips. They felt so good, so right, against your own. Rex knew it too. He pushed deeper, wanting to taste them so feverishly on his. Wanted your taste to coat the very surface.

He snaked his hand down to your hip with the other cupped the back of your head, fingers digging into your hair. Fire swarmed to the places his hands held. The one on the back of your head was so comforting, yet forceful. While the other hand pressed at your hip was electrifying. Just like the kiss.

From the second he touched his lips to yours, both of you experienced such a euphoric high. Like a billon stars shining at once. It felt so good. It felt so right.

You didn't have much experience with kissing someone but he took the lead. Leading the two of you on this exhilarating dance of lips and his hands that roamed across your back, over your curves. And you let him. Let him grip your hips. Let him push you up against the wall. Leaving a burning trail of kisses down your neck, and making you feel disoriented.

He had a taste of you finally and did not want to let it go. But he couldn't indulge himself. Not in the way he wanted too. At least not in this moment. He wanted you, but wanted to ease into things with you. Wanted you to feel comfortable. He truly just wanted to give you the world. Because you deserved it. You always did.

You were the first to pull away, a bit dizzy from that whirlwind experience. But you didn't move away from him, no. You placed your hands on his chest piece, both of you catching your breath.

Your mind was still racing from the high.

    "That was-"

You nodded slowly. "Y-yeah".

It was then that you realized that you didn't care about the risk anymore. Yes, it would still sting if Rex had his rank stripped, but you wanted to give this a try. You wanted to be his. And him yours. He wanted that too. Now more then anything.

    "Say you'll be mine". His voice was as graceful as a whisper.

You did not hesitate to answer him, your mind fully made up.

    "Yes".

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Roarin' 20s (One-shot)

I had this song stuck in my head and it gave me an idea for a fic. It's a one shot, so it's not gonna be, like, great. 😂

Summary: It's been a long while since Gregor even had time for leave. After returning to the battle once he recovered from his amnesia and injuries, he was allowed 2 weeks leave. Gregor finds himself on Coruscant and decides to check out 79s. That's when he sees a familiar face among a few of the 501st.

Characters: Gregor, Fives, Echo, Rex, Wolffe, Kix, Headphones (OC), brief mention of Hunter Bad batch.

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Note: My OC is a clone experiment with a different donor and DNA. She's in NO WAY related to the Clones in the grand army of the republic. Okay? ok.

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.The din of music and boisterous conversation met Gregor's ears as he stepped into the bar. The atmosphere was definitely a shift from the battle field, instead of blaster fire and explosions, there was the clinking of glasses and the laughter of his brethren. As his memories started coming back, apparently he came here once or twice to celebrate his victories.

"Whoops! Eheh, sorry!" he said as a pair of twi'lekk ladies bumped into him as they hurried towards the dance floor. He didn't know why, but this environment made him anxious, a feeling which should have been preposterous considering the things he had encountered, which were nothing at all like this.Perhaps it was the loud music or the unfamiliar feeling of wearing civi clothes, but he was feeling uncharacteristically out of place. The neon lights and smell of alcohol and food gave his senses a bit of a jolt as he ran his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he made his way towards a seat at the bar, sliding himself onto the seat. As he did, one of the bartenders, a redheaded young lady with striking green eyes and a pleasant smile, greeted him and asked what he wanted. Gregor flashed her his best charming smile, and just requested a shot of the best the place had to offer. She nodded and slid a shot glass towards him, before grabbing a bottle filled with a glowing magenta liquid and poured it into the glass. When she did, a wave of a fruity aroma wafted towards him from the glass. Gregor tentatively picked up the shot glass and lifted it towards his nose, sniffing the contents. "Huh. Not bad." he said to himself before placing the rim of the glass to his parted lips, and tilting his head back, knocking back the shot. He immediately started coughing as the syrupy, sickly sweet drink made it's way down his throat. Once he regained his composure, he rethought his decision and requested a thing of ale. Simple and certainly not as expensive. As he sat there, he looked around, taking in the place. He watched as a crowd had gathered around a table, cheering and wagering as two clone officers in grey uniforms competed in an intense arm wrestling competition. The competition ended when the clone with a heart tattooed on his wrist slammed down his opponent's hand, winning triumphantly. His victory was met with exclamations and miffed curses of defeat as bets were lost. Gregor chuckled into his cup at the sight. At least these guys knew how to still have fun. Something Gregor was slowly relearning.

Gregor was thinking about calling it a night, when the doors to the bar flung open and everyone started cheering and applauding. From what Gregor could gather, from what the crowd was cheering to what he heard from the bartenders as they spoke to one another, the 501st had secured yet another victory for the Republic. Another major base was taken back and a city liberated. Gregor smiled with pride, more than happy to hear that all hope was not lost.

He was about to finish his drink when he heard a familiar voice call out, "A round of drinks for everyone!!!" followed by even more cheering and excited hollering. Gregor's heart missed a beat as he gasped, causing him to choke on his ale. Once he regained composure, he looked up with a shocked, almost baffled look on his face. "Zaria?!"

It had been a rough mission, but luckily the boys and I pulled it off. Had it not been for Fives' split second improvising, we'd all have been vaporized. But thankfully it worked out and it was another victory added to our three year streak. To celebrate, we decided to spend our first night off at, naturally, 79s. The familiar sounds and chaos helped me relax. Thankfully everyone was loud enough that I could hear everyone through my headset without having to turn the comm on. As soon as we stepped foot into the bar, our arrival was met with a warm welcome and grateful civilians, and proud brethren. The unmistakable blue and white armor was almost always met with joy and pride.

However, I was mostly recognized for being a regular to the bar. I may have on armor, but most saw my black armor had no idea how to react. They were used to seeing clones, all the same. While I was a clone, I wasn't one of *them*. I was an oddity, a curiosity, a mystery. Or just a small lady with black hair and a pair of headphones almost always on my head. Heck, the boys called me "Headphones" affectionately due to having to have these things on. All part of the Kaminoan-experiment-gone-wrong gig.

After I made my gracious offer to buy the entire place a round of drinks, I headed towards the latrine to fix myself up a bit.

When I entered the ladies room, those who were in it took one look at me, giggled, said something in a language I was not familiar with, and left. Once alone, I sighed and gripped the edge of one of the sinks. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my exhausted reflection, dark circles under my dark eyes, and a fresh gash splitting my right eyebrow. Kix did his best to stitch it up, but it still looked bad and hurt like a bitch.

I turned on the water and cupped by hand under the cold, crisp water, humming to the music that was playing outside. I splashed my face, feeling the cool water calm my shot nerves. I winced as water soaked the gauze covering my wound and I hissed. I quickly grabbed the bandanna I had tied around my neck. I snorted when I remembered who I stole it from. The red fabric was warm in my hands and the small white skull on it grinned back at me, privy to my prank. It had already been a month and a half since I saw that elite squad Commander Cody had me work with, but the man with the tattooed face was definitely someone I would not forget. I smirked as I used that bandanna to dry my face and tie my hair back. With a deep breath, I walked out, unaware that I was in for a surprise.

"Wolffe, I'll pay you thirty credits if you finally ask Headphones to dance!" Fives was determined to win this bet. Sixty credits were on the line and he needed the money. Commander Wolffe regarded Fives with a cold glare, a look made a hundred times colder with his cyber-kinetic eye, the silver-white iris and pupil keeping the ARC trooper glued to his spot. "I told you, I'm not going to do that. I don't dance and I just want to enjoy my drink and cards in peace." he snarled, already a little buzzed after his third ale. Captain Rex, who was at the table, playing cards with Wolffe, chuckled. "Thirty credits is a generous offer, especially coming from Fives." Fives made a mock gasping sound, placing his hand against his chest as if offended. "Captain! How could you?? You know well I'm very generous!"

"Oh yeah? Where's the fourth credits you still owe me? You lost that last bet about three months ago and I haven't seen a crumb of payment from you," Rex said before taking a swig of his drink.

"You know what, fine. Fine! I still think that was a coincidence, but fair is fair." Fives handed Rex the credits. "Consider my debt paid in full." he said. When he looked up and spotted Headphones, Fives grabbed Wolffe's shoulders and shook him a bit, pointing frantically. "Here she comes!! Come on, man!" Wolffe made a sound that could only be described as growling before putting his cards face down on the table and fishing through his pocket and practically chuckled a handful of credits at Fives. "Kriffing hell, here!! Go! Leave me alone! Consider you bet won! Now can you leave me in peace?!" Fives pocketed the credits and gave Wolffe and Rex a playful salute. "Nice doing business with you gents!" he said before heading off to no doubt pester Echo and buy him a drink or two.

Gregor waded through the crowd, looking around frantically for the source of that familiar voice, one he had been positive he'd never hear again. Then, just as he was nearing the dance floor, someone ran into him, earning an "oof!" from him. He looked down and his brown eyes widened as a familiar young lady started apologizing. "I'm so sorry!! I didn't see you the-" the words on her tongue died instantly as she looked up at him, her own eyes growing wide as moons in shock. "It....no..." she stammered out. Gregor blinked and nodded. "Yep. It is."

Before he could react, Zaria wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Gregor giggled. "Sweetheart, you're crushing my ribs! I need those!" he said, his voice cracking a little, a little side effect from the injuries he sustained.

Without warning, she let him go, got on her tippy toes, reached up, and cupped his face in her hands and bring his face down to meet hers, squishing his face in the process. "WHERE.HAVE.YOU.BEEN?!" she said sternly, sounding almost angry. He didn't blame her since he had been missing for who knows how long. "Eem showwy. Shith goff coflicathed." Gregor managed to say while his face was being squished. Zaria stared into his eyes for a good long while, as if trying to read his soul, before her own eyes flooded with tears. She let go of his face and hugged him again. "I thought you were....." she couldn't finish the sentence as a hiccuped sob escaped her. She buried her face in his chest and he silently thanked the stars for his decision to wear civilian clothes rather than his hard and battered armor. He placed his hand on the top of her head. "It's alright, sweet girl. I couldn't break my promise, now could I?"

He gently placed his hands on her shoulders as she released him, wiping her tears away. She sniffled and let out a little laugh. "What promise?" "I believe I owe you a dance?" As if planned, Zaria's favorite song started to play and she looked up at the speakers in shock. From the other side of the bar, a clone in ARC trooper gear and a slick beard, winked at Zaria. "You're welcome, Headphones!!!" he called out while another clone with a blue hand print of his breastplate carefully took the cup from his brother's hand.

Zaria waved at them before grabbing Gregor's hand and tugging him towards the dance floor. "Oy!!" he exclaimed before giggling and he was practically dragged to the dance floor.

Wolffe had lost the card game to Rex (again) so he decided to call it a night. He was about to leave when he noticed a crowd gathered on the dance floor, hyping up someone. He looked around and saw Headphones dancing with a clone dressed in black civilian clothes. Wolffe watched for a brief second before paying his and Rex's tab and leaving 79s.

-end-

[nahoney22]

Hi hello! First of all congrats on so many followers, your content is really good and well thought out! Now, can I drop a request for the 501st boys (or the Batchers if you'd prefer)? I'd love to see some headcanons on how would they'd react to a lover who enjoys to romance them on the regular <3 From bringing them breakfast in bed to thoughtful little gifts, wining 'n dining and even serenading them Remember to stay hydrated, and I hope your day/evening/night is pleasant :D

Romancing

501st boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the request asks ♥️ thank you for the kind words too, anon. Same back to you. Sorry for the wait ♥️

warnings: none, fluff. Reader is Gender Neutral

Masterlist

Rex 🌹

When Rex first saw the first gift on the pillow of his bed in the barracks he is pleasently surprised. Of course he knew it was from his sweetheart - you - but he had never expected anyone to go out of their way to make a makeshift pampering set for him. “What’s all this then?” He mumbles with a smile.

He’s a little shy about it and after having a root through, he does hide it under his bunk incase the others go rooting through since you almost left cute on the bottles and containers such as reminders that he is loved, how handsome he is and how he deserves to have something look after him when you’re not around.

When he’s alone and has the time, he uses your gifts to keep him fresh, clean and tidy. All the while he is sending you pictures of him with the face and hair masks on that you got him.

‘How do I look?’ He will ask you through message.

‘Oh Captain, very handsome.’

And in his downtime, he also will go out and buy you stuff in return. He was lucky to have you.

Fives 💋

This man was already smitten with you so when he started finding love notes in his helmet, boots, weapon cases he was hook, line and sinker in love with you.

He was always one to romance you so to have it done back in return made his cheeks burn and heart pulse.

“So mesh’la, what’s with all these notes?” He asks once he has you back in his arms, holding up a little bit of flimsy that said he had the most enchanting eyes.

You shrug and smile warmly up at your man. “Just me expressing my fondness for you.” You smirk.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How about you tell me to my face how fine you think my butt is?”

You pause and gave him an incredulous look. “I never wrote one like that!”

He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. “Yeah I know… but I wish you did.”

Dogma 🎶

When he is sitting across from you, watching you pull out your musical instrument of choice, his face set on fire.

He was always reclusive when it came to relationships so when he finally mellowed out and made a move on you, he certainly was happy.

What he didn’t expect however was to come to your apartment and have you tell him that you wrote a song for him. He was a stuttering mess but after hearing what you had written, he had to hold his breath to stop him from crying truthfully.

He’s bashful. “T-thank you darling… but you didn’t need to do that for me.”

A crestfallen expression falls on your feature. “Oh, did you not like it?”

“Yes! Of course I did!” He is standing up quickly and walking towards you, taking your hands in his. “Just a very nice but unexpected gift. Thank you.” He is a little nervous incase he had upset you but seeing you smile for him makes him know he’s not in the doghouse.

Jesse ❤️

“Good morning, handsome.” Jesse rolls over onto his back, yawning as your soft voice roused him from his sleep.

Sitting up to look for you, he raises a curious brow to see you in the doorway to the bedroom with a tray in your hand. “I made you breakfast.”

He chuckles, sitting up straight so his back rested against the headboard. “I could’ve come to the table to eat it.”

“I know,” you shrug as you walk over, placing it over in his lap, “but breakfast in bed sounds good, no?”

He looks at the array of baked goods and his stomach growls in hunger just at the sight and smell. “Sounds perfect. Thank you baby.” How did he end up with someone as fantastic as you?

Hardcase 💃🏻

“Hardcase, look what I just won for you!” Sneaking away to be with his soulmate, the two of you went to a fair where you had a go at winning a special gift for your boyfriend.

He turns to you, lips wrapped around a delicious chocolatey treat as you bound over with a large stuffed tooka doll.

“For me? But you won it babes.” He laughs, finishing and swallowing his food as he slings a arm over you shoulder and draws you near, taking a hold of the doll.

“Yeah… I won it for you though. So you can have something to cuddle when I’m not there.” You grin up at him, cheesy smile on both of your faces. “Or is someone to embarrassed to be seen with a stuffed toy at the barracks.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing tone, sticking his tongue out at you. “Nothing can embarrass me sweet cheeks. And if anyone tries to steal Dave I’ll kick their ass.”

“Really? Dave of all names?”

“It’s a good name. Oh, and thanks.” He places a kiss to your lips as the two of you continue your fun evening ahead. Oh how he loves romance.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Decisions, Decisions

Rex x reader | 1.4k words

Content: light angst, fluff

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also I find it so interesting how non-commitical Rex actually is; like, who would've guessed that a guy with such a spit-death-in-the-face attitude on the battlefield would be so scared to let someone into his heart.

Rex wasn't scared.

That's what he told himself.

He was just... cautious? No, that wasn't it either. Cody was cautious. Rex had learned long ago how to embrace risk and spontaneity, having Anakin as a leader.

Considerate? That might be it. Careful thought was part of the definition he brought up on his holopad for it. That sounded about right. He wasn't being hasty and irrational. He wasn't being thoughtless or stupid.

And he definitely wasn't scared.

Rex sighed, running a hand over his fuzzy hair and down the back of his neck. Putting a word to his feelings hadn't helped like he thought it would. He still had that gnawing ache in the middle of his torso. Right above his stomach, right below his heart. Combining butterflies and heartbeats into something truly uncomfortable.

"Sir?"

Rex turned to see Tup standing at attention by the door. He stood from his bunk, letting his holopad fall next to the pillow.

"Is she here already?"

"Yes, sir," the soldier nodded. "She's waiting in General Skywalker's quarters. He said he won't let anyone bother you there."

Tup and Anakin were the only two who knew about you; his little... "friend." Tup had a habit of accidentally walking in on conversations at the wrong time, but once he'd finally understood what the private meetings and hushed whispers were about, he'd promised not to tell a soul.

And Anakin hadn't been able to hide his romance with Senator Amidala from him, so it was only fitting Rex let the Jedi in on his own predicament. You truly had started out as just friends. But over time, bonds strengthened and affections grew, and most importantly, the war changed. Your trips to the Dominator as an ambassador were no longer justified as the threats were simply too great. Anakin helped get around all that. He said it was a favor to a friend, but Rex knew the Jedi was waiting for something more to blossom. To no longer be the only one in the army with a secret.

Rex strode quickly to the General's room, not wanting to give himself too much time to think, even though he hadn't a clue what he was going to say to you. He'd been kept up all night mulling it over. Going back and forth on whether to confess his feelings and ask for more than he possibly deserved, or whether to let you go like he ought to have done a long time ago. The decision was maddening. He couldn't live without you; he knew that without a doubt. But to keep you was to be selfish...

Right?

"Good luck, Captain!"

Rex halted in surprise. He turned to find Kix peeking out from the doorway to the med bay behind him.

"Come again?"

Kix looked a little embarrassed, but only for a moment. "Tup told me about your... friend. You know the boys talk a lot when they're in here."

"Do they now." Rex folded his arms disapprovingly. "And what about doctor-patient confidentiality?

Kix shrugged. "Just thought you could use some luck is all," he mumbled before disappearing.

Rex shook his head. Well, that made three people who knew about you, then. Not ideal, but he supposed Kix could be trusted.

He finally reached the desired door and took just a few moments to collect his wits. His head was sweaty all of a sudden; how long had he been perspiring like this? And his breaths were coming out way too shaky for his liking. Perhaps he should go back to his bunk for a while, meet up with you later, after he'd had a chance to decide what to say and maybe even rehearse a whole speech he could simply memorize...

The sound of your laughter on the other side of the door pulled him out of his trance. For a second, his spirits were lifted and a relieved smile fell into place. He loved hearing your happiness. The warmth you had rivaled any sun in any system.

But then it occurred to him, you wouldn't laugh for no reason. Were you watching a video of some sort?

Another's muffled voice joined your own and his stomach clenched. You were not alone.

Fantastic.

"There you are!" your cheerful voice called out as soon as soon as he opened the door. You were sitting across from none other than Ahsoka Tano, the two of you looking for all the world like best friends as you leaned in over whatever laugh you were sharing.

"You know it's rude to keep a girl waiting," Ahsoka said, getting up and starting to make her way out. She gave him a look as she passed, which Rex knew meant she was aware of everything going on between the two of you.

"Remember what I said!" she called back over to you. You gave her a little salute, and then Ahsoka left and Rex was alone with you at last.

You were beautiful. You always were. Rex clenched his fists behind his back, needing to ground himself while he still toyed with all the decisions he had yet to make in his mind. How could he let you go? How could he ask you to stay? There was no right answer here and he hated that.

"Rex," you supplied the conversation first, stepping forward confidently and bringing your hands up to grab at his arms. You pulled them apart, brought them forward so you could wrap your hands around his fists. He slowly relaxed them and you wormed your fingers between his.

"I know you are in a difficult spot," you said, equal parts softness and assertiveness. You knew exactly what to say. Where he stuttered, you filled in the gaps. When he paused, you pressed on.

"I just need you to know that this isn't a decision you have to make alone. In fact, you shouldn't make it alone. This... thing... we have, it includes me, too, which means I should have some say in what happens next."

Rex nodded. Of course, of course. But he still couldn't speak. He still didn't know what to do.

"And I get it. I know this life you have is hard. And dangerous. And full of risks if anyone finds out."

"Oh apparently several people have found out," Rex finally found some words he could say. He huffed in annoyance. "Tup, Kix..."

"Cody, Obi-Wan," you nodded, as if he'd known about those.

He started panting from the stress of the thought that there were now people outside of the 501st who knew. You snickered a little and started rubbing his arms soothingly.

"Thankfully it's only the people we trust," you reassured. "And thankfully there are a lot of people we trust. But to my point, I know it's risky. And I know there's challenges that will come with that kind of life. And...."

You gave him a smile, and for some reason, Rex knew that regardless of what you said next, everything would be okay. He smiled back.

"And..." he prompted, holding your hands just a little tighter.

"And even if this war goes on forever. Even if you're always a soldier, and I'm always the secret you keep hidden away. And even if you age quickly or I get sick or we're on the run or any number of other awful things happen... I think it'll be worth it."

You whispered the last part, scrunched your nose up endearingly. Rex found himself leaning forward just as you were, and you rested your foreheads against each other.

"Well, how could I disagree with that decision," was his response to the question that'd been gnawing at him for so many rotations. "I'm still... scared."

"Me, too. But we're in this together."

"Together," he agreed.

"Yes!" suddenly came a clone's voice from beyond the door. A chorus of other identically sounding hoops and hollers and "finally!" -s joined in. Rex groaned and you started laughing as a pile of 501st brothers burst through.

"I knew you'd make the right call!" Fives clapped him heavily on the back.

"Yeah, if you couldn't get the girl, ain't no hope for the rest of us," Jesse chimed in with a smirk.

"That was painful," Dogma shook disapprovingly. "You could've said all this weeks ago and saved us the angst."

"Sinker owes me fifty credits for this," said Hawk, already thumbing out a message on his holopad.

The hubbub continued and Rex squeezed your hand for reassurance amidst all the anxieties they were conjuring up. You squeezed back and simply mouthed the word together.

"Together," he repeated.

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