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[captainrexsgf]

not just a story

captain rex x fem reader

you’re the librarian for the 501st, who usually knows each soldier’s genre of choice pretty well. a particular captain asks for a change of pace, and you deliver

warnings: flirting, suggestive asffff

the library in the barracks of the 501st on coruscant was a humble one. it wasn’t huge, surely not as expansive as the jedi archives, but it did its job. whether it was to provide entertainment to troopers on leave, to educate them on past wars in the galaxy, or to punish them for poor behavior, your desk was always open from eight in the morning to five in the evening.

the job was pretty simple, and a little mundane sometimes, but it paid well as you were constantly at risk for being caught in the middle of an attack. luckily for you, you were surrounded by those trained to fight and protect.

a good chunk of the battalion was on leave, since they had just finished a campaign on some planet you did not care to learn the name of. all you knew is that some of them had overdue books, and you were ecstatic that most of the soldiers had returned to actually… return them.

a loud thump on your desk scared you out of your trance-like state as you were staring at your computer. a stack of about six books sat on the steel. you glanced behind the stack, seeing a heaving hardcase and a chuckling fives.

“i found ‘em all, miss,” hardcase huffed, scribbling onto the library card.

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at the date in which he checked these out. his name covered various lines, dating back to at least six months ago.

“you’re lucky i’m not allowed to fine you,” you said bluntly, taking the books and scanning them back into the system. you looked at the covers as you did so.

Mating Cycles of Ryloth, History of Dance Across the Galaxy, etc.

fives snickered, “man, what the kriff were you reading?”

“none of your business! i wanted something…educational,” hardcase snapped back.

“yeah, because ‘educational’ and ‘hardcase’ totally belong in the same category.”

it was your turn to snicker. you slid the books onto the return shelf beside you, making a mental note to put them back on their shelves later. you looked at fives.

“you returning anything?”

he threw his hands up in a casual surrender, “got nothing to return. i do want to check something out, though.”

you raised your eyebrows in anticipation. he reached behind his back and pulled a book from his belt. you looked at the cover as he handed it to you to scan.

it was clearly a filthy romance of some kind. if you were to guess, he was planning to read it out loud in the barracks to his brothers. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it.

you scanned the barcode, and you signaled for him to fill out the library card. his name, book title, and date checked out. you always thought the physical card was kind of redundant when you had a digital system, but it kept the clones extra responsible about returning them for some reason. they liked it, so you kept it.

the two clones giggled and ran away with their new prize, eager to read it to each other. whatever floated their boat, you guessed.

you snatched hardcase’s returned stash and cradled them in your arm. your time at this job really improved how much you could carry at a time. you perused the shelves, finding homes for each of the books.

you were on your last one, your gaze scanning the spines in order to find the right slot for the one in your hand. your eyes were tired with the amount of focus you needed to read the small letters.

it was too kriffing dark in there.

just as you found the right spot, a voice startled you out of your focus.

“miss?”

you jumped, gasping a little bit. you whipped around to see who snuck up on you, and your face flushed a little at the sight.

hello, captain.

rex huffed out a dry laugh at your reaction, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, cyare.”

you knew the word was a term of endearment in his mother tongue, but you were certain it was his way of teasing you.

“is there something i can do for you, captain?” you ask, sliding the book onto the shelf.

he watched your hands run over the spines, making sure they were even with each other. they lingered on the shelf.

“yes, actually. i need a book for leave,” he said, not taking his eyes off of your hands.

you thought back to what he usually checks out, “want another war tactics book? rex, we’re running out of ones you haven’t read.”

he dipped his head with a smile, letting out a light chuckle, “no, no. i was thinking a change of pace would be nice.”

a change of pace, huh?

a mischievous smile crept up onto your face as you recalled what fives had checked out earlier.

“i think i know exactly what you need. follow me.”

the clone captain followed you through the shelves, weaving through hundreds of books. you could feel rex staring at the back of your head, not focusing at all which section you were leading him too.

you arrived in the romance section, scanning the shelves for one particular book. you had read this one before, and one thing you really took away from it was how much it…ignited something in you.

you found the book, taking the burgundy-wrapped pages off of the shelf. you shoved it into his hands, and he eyed it curiously. he raised an eyebrow at you.

“it’s…a cute story. i promise,” you said.

he locked eyes with you, then back at the book, “well…i’ll take your word for it.”

~

rex settled into the sofa that sat in his private quarters. he was fresh out of the ‘fresher with sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

he eyed the cover once again: the taste of you

rex had always trusted your taste in books, but this one seemed a little…out there. it wasn’t a very long book, maybe two to three hundred pages. he shrugged to himself at opened it.

the story started out pretty normal. guys meet girl, girl thinks she has a crush on guy, so on and so forth. he was familiar with the concept of cute romances, but he wasn’t really hooked on the story yet.

he wanted to like it so bad since you recommended it to him. his eyes felt heavy from reading for so long, but he decided to give it one more chapter. he flipped the page, read a little down the page and-

kark.

his cheeks started to heat up with what he began to read, and it almost embarrassing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. he couldn’t stop reading it.

the filthy language that decorated the pages was almost addicting. he could see it all play out in his head, but for some reason, instead of the main female character, he could only see your face.

he could only see your face, and his own hands running up and down your body, kissing you, touching you in all the places you needed him to.

he could see himself pinning your wrists above your head and-

stop, rex thought to himself.

all of the blood in his body had rushed south. he could still see the smile that decorated your face when he asked for something new.

you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

he had to put the book down to compose himself. deep breaths filled and left his lungs as he stared at the burgundy book that rested on the arm of the sofa.

“i’m gonna get you back for this one, cyare.”

~

your heart pounded in anticipation of seeing rex. you arrived to work that morning with a cup of caf and a smile that wouldn’t leave your features.

you were so excited to hear this thoughts about it.

your chair rolled as you plopped into it, signing in on the computer. clones usually didn’t show up right away in the morning, especially if they were on leave. they were usually recovering from a night at 79s.

however, you heard the door panel slide open a few moments later.

a fully armored captain was walking towards your desk, helmet on and all. he came up, wordlessly slammed the book onto your desk, and an impish smile crept onto your face.

“what’d you think, captain?” you cheesed, batting your eyelashes.

he just stared for a while, his breathing being a little heavy.

“i finished it,” was all he said.

“oh? so you liked it?”

he huffed, taking his helmet off. his eyes met yours, and you had never seen them blown so big before. he leaned down to your ear, taking your chin in his gloved fingers.

“so you think this is funny, cyare? hm?”

words died in your throat as your face flushed with heat, “maybe…maybe i do.”

a low chuckle echoed into your ear, making your heart skip a beat.

“my quarters tonight, cyare, and i’ll show you that doesn’t have to be just a story.”

[captainrexsgf]

eyes of the jaig

captain rex x fem reader

i was so inspired by @tanobatcher ‘s tramp stamp fic with wolffe i just had to make a rex version

warnings: suggestive, fade to black (i canNOT write smut man), and probs inconsistent tenses bc im lazy and don’t feel like checking or fixing them, and horrible pacing bc i wrote this in one sitting

it had been a month since rex had seen you, and it was one of the longest months of his life. the 501st had been deployed to some distant planet on the outer rim to help some village fight against separatist control. it had been a relatively successful operation, but it left him completely defeated.

he had been looking forward to this leave since he left your apartment on coruscant.

when the ship landed, he waved goodbye to his brothers for the night, knowing they would probably drag him to 79’s at some point on leave.

but not tonight. tonight was for you, and you alone.

there was an ache in his back, his neck, his legs- maker, there was an ache everywhere. as he walked the familiar path to your apartment, his mind wandered to distract himself from how his body screamed to rest.

he imagined what you could be doing in that very moment, and whatever you could have planned for his anticipated arrival home. you never had any idea how long these deployments lasted, so every passing day could be the one where your beloved captain comes home.

flashing images of his last homecoming flickered through his head. the way he dropped his helmet as he walked through the door, the way you were trying on new lingerie to surprise him with, and the bewildered and flustered face that immediately painted your features as he felt all of the blood in his body rush south.

yeah, he was hoping it was gonna be that kind of night. maker knows he needed it.

his heart picked up as he rode the elevator up to your floor. the excitement he felt electrified his veins, and he watched the number on the holopad go up and up.

ding.

kriff, finally.

he took a deep breath as he stepped out of the elevator, making his way towards your door. the hallway seemed endless, but there was no way he could forget which door was yours.

he stopped in front of it, instinctively raising his hand to knock, but then he quickly stopped himself. he decided he wanted to surprise you.

the trooper entered the doorcode, and the durasteel panel slid open instantly.

“mesh’la?” he called out.

a second later, he could hear the soft pitter-patter of your feet sprinting down the hallway. as soon as you came into view, he could feel his heart stop dead in his chest.

maker, you were glowing.

your smile made his stomach jump up into his chest, and you ran at him, practically pouncing on him as he set his helmet onto the floor.

“you’re home! why didn’t you comm me? i could have prepared something!” you said as he held your legs up around his waist.

“ah, thought i’d surprise ya. maker, i missed you.” he replied, quickly sealing your mouth into a kiss.

you giggled into his mouth, unwrapping your arms from around his shoulders to gently hold his face. you pulled away just to pepper smaller kisses on his lips and jaw.

his brown eyes flickered across your face as he slowly set you down.

“careful, haven’t hit the fresher yet. there could be anything on my face, mesh’la,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“want to join me, then? i was just planning to hop in, too,” you tease, taking his hand and pulling him slowly toward the fresher.

the blood rushed south once again, “kriff, how could i say no?”

you laughed and shut the fresher door behind both of you. you then put yourself between him and the standing shower.

there was a glint of something deviant in your eyes.

you started to strip off your clothes, knowing that his eyes wandered your body, taking in everything he hadn’t seen in a whole month. he snapped out his trance after he realized he also had to strip, and he carelessly tossed his armor on the fresher floor, barely taking an eye off your now naked body.

“i have a surprise for you,” you said cautiously, struggling to maintain eye contact.

“a surprise? i thought you didn’t have anything prepared,” rex replied as you slowly started to turn around. “you know just seeing you is enough of a homecoming-”

the words died in his throat. actually, his entire brain shut off. the captain of the 501st had been rendered absolutely useless at the sight of your lower back.

just above your ass, there was a tattoo. not just of anything, but of the very same jaig eyes painted on his helmet. it was even the same color of blue.

his stare felt so heavy on you that you felt the nerves creep into your stomach, and your tried to turn back around to face him. strong, calloused hands snapped out to grab your hips, holding you in place.

“when did you get this, mesh’la?” rex said lowly, his entire demeanor changing from the sweet man that walked into the door.

“oh, i don’t know… maybe a week ago? i thought it would be cute…” you murmured, all of the confidence turning into shyness.

“cute? it’s kriffing stunning. maker, you did this for me?” his voice started to break.

you nodded meekly, heat radiating in your face as he knelt to stare at it further. he ran a thumb over the markings, then placed a kiss to it. you shuddered as his tongue dragged over your lower back.

rex’s rough hands squeezed your waist even harder, spinning you around to face him.

“mesh’la,” he whispered hoarsely, kissing around where you needed him most. “you have no idea what you do to me.”