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501st celebration 💙

Clone Trooper Tup from the 501st legion was one of my earliest fan art drawings and the urge to open his gorgeous hair hasn‘t faltered yet ✨😎

So my 501st follower milestone has been a while but here‘s the redraw I wanted to do for a long time! 😽 And he has the Winter Soldier vibes 🫠

Closeups and canon hair bun version below 👇✨

Awkward question but do you think Rex is more of a tits, ass, or thigh guy? Idk this just crossed my mind and I can’t come up with an answer. You’re the expert so help would be greatly appreciated 🫶

rex headcanons: tits vs. ass vs. thighs

fem reader warnings: ⚠️ NSFW CONTENT ⚠️

i love this question so i'm going to give my thoughts for each one and then give my final answer at the end bc it IS that serious 🙏🏼 first and foremost tho i think if you ever asked him, he'd be like "babe i love your personality 🥺" while his hand is fully on your ass ~~ he's not lying tho, he DOES love your personality, but let's get to the point...

TITS

rex loves YOUR tits more than the general concept of it. a nice rack means nothing to him if he can't worship them for you, and worship them he does. your chest is such an intimate area for him, the place for hidden hickeys as you moan and squirm underneath his rough thrusts, and then the pillow where he rests his head after fucking your pussy to a sore and raw finish. he cherishes the trust in your eyes whenever you take your shirt off in front of him, the shy, eager smile you exchange before his mouth lands on your skin, teeth tugging at your nipples, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud. "fuck, you're so soft," he whispers, but he doesn't just crave the feel. he's hungry for the look, too. his eyes glaze over hypnotically as your tits bounce in his face, up and down like the motion of your hips over his cock. he gets distracted when you wear a low-cut top, and you snap your fingers at him, "are you listening?" once you catch his gaze begin to wander off, lower, darker. he startles to your amusement, insisting, "hm, yeah, of course," but his patience wears thin into desperation, and he's quick to shove your clothes off, groaning when your tits spring free from their tight cleavage. "been waiting all day for this..." he mutters, kissing down your neck to give your chest the attention it deserves.

ASS

rex doesn't strike you as possessive until he gets his hands on your ass. he's usually reserved, so incredibly respectful that he refuses to slap your ass unless nobody—not a singular, other soul—is around, but there's another side to him that only you can bring out. he's sneaky when he kisses you behind closed doors, sliding a hand down your waist to squeeze the round, curvy swell as he tilts his head to take your mouth deeper. he pushes you up against him with this hand placement, rough and firm. "missed you," he mumbles, and he lifts your legs around his waist, backing you into the nearest wall. his fingers dig into your ass with bruising pressure to hold you upright, even more intense with his touch as he roughly grabs handfuls of your ass when he's pounding into you from behind, with no thought running through his head other than the word "mine." but you're not just his to manhandle and fuck, you're his to take care of and love. he soothes his palm over your red, sensitive skin as you cozy up in bed together, and he always takes the chance to lay his head down on your ass when you're on your stomach, sinking into your soft, comfortable body after such a brutal day on the field. and it really does make him feel like he's won some sort of lottery in life.

THIGHS

rex has always thought of himself as a leg man. he often scoffs at the "locker room talk" across the barracks about the tits vs. ass debate, all coming from rookies who couldn't find the clit if it was right in front of them. flashbacks start to distract him, and he suddenly can't think of anything other than your legs, whether they're draped over his shoulders as he fucks you deep and slow into the mattress or just innocently stretched out over the couch, one sort of crossed over the other. he loves seeing your thighs pool against a seat, especially if you're wearing skimpy shorts that hike up a little too far, but what he loves even more is burying his face between your thighs and eating you out, feeling you squeeze and tremble around him so desperately. your thighs are also one of his go-to spots for protective pda, the firm, veiny grip of his hand when he wants someone to get the hint about who you're with. even when he's not directly trying to tease some affection in this area, he ends up gravitating toward it anyway. you watch him as he kneels down to do the buckles on your shoes, kissing your ankle, but he steals another kiss along your inner thigh as he straightens back up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

CONCLUSION

i think rex prefers thighs in general, but you're slowly corrupting him into becoming a tits guy. he doesn't care about the size, whether they're big or small or somewhere in between. he likes them because they're yours, because they're part of you—it's a personal desire, less universal than the overarching question of "tits, ass, or thighs." but he'll always be a leg man deep down inside, too.