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Shared (Rex, Wolffe, Cody X Reader) (NSFW)

OOP. I have no excuse for this kind of thirst. Enjoy 👀👀

Warnings: Literally this is all smut lmao. Foursome (M/M/M/F), Oral (M+F receiving,) Anal sex, Double Penetration, Squirting, Aftercare, Fluff

Word Count: 2,456

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The Morning After…

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✺⭒ Tuur'nau Mureyca ⭒✺

I saw Emme's anatomy studies of Rex and I just had to write something. When I messaged them, they suggested a collab, and I have never been more excited! The art turned out absolutely beautiful, and I am amazed at the talent and love that emanates from this piece. I haven't stopped staring since Emme sent it to me.

A/N: All credit for this fantastic artwork goes to @pinkiemme who is the light of my life. Emme, you are a truly incredible artist and a wonderful and very sweet person. Your paintings make me smile every time, and this specific piece now holds such a special place in my heart. I don't have the words to thank you and tell you how much this means to me. ❀❥

Summary: We are venturing into Soft Top f!reader x Rex. Because this man deserves to be topped so gently that I could not resist the call. Wordcount: 3.9k Warnings: soft making out, PiV sex, oral (f receiving), multiple f!orgasms, guided m!masturbation while giving oral, body worship, talks with heavy themes (war and loss), some sprinkles of angst in an otherwise very soft story

!!! NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI !!!

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You turn around, pressing yourself closer to the warm body next to you.

Wait.

To… the warm body. Next to you? Your hand is wrapped around the man, your face smushed gently into his broad back. One of your legs has settled between his, and his fingers are interlaced with yours where your arm wraps around him. You try to move your hand, but all you get is a tingling sensation – your arm has fallen asleep, the blood flow restricted by the head of thick blond curls that currently rests on top of it. Blond curls.

You blink, your lashes fluttering against his soft skin, and the man shifts in your embrace.

“Mhhmm.”

The sound he makes is not words, exactly, but it is an indication he is awake. You think back to last night, images flooding your brain now that you are waking up a bit more. Rex. The 501st is planetside again, finally, after all these months. You’d called out his name as soon as you saw them, your action followed by a rough “That’s Captain to you, mesh’la,” bellowed out by Fives, who was clearly enjoying himself. Rex had smacked him lightly over the head before he had come to greet you, reserved as he always was in public.

Rex had blushed and apologised profusely for Fives’s teasing – and loud – remark, offering to buy you a drink. When you had gently reminded him that he had already commed and asked to take you out for drinks, which was the whole reason you were hanging around 79’s, he had blushed an even deeper red. He looked quite pretty like that. Perhaps you had told him so.

You scrunch up your face, trying to put the events of the night in order. Oh yes, you had definitely told him so. You had had a drink together, then two. It felt like you were both being careful, careful to keep your wits about you, careful not to overdo it, because from the moment he had stumbled over his words you had both known where this night was going to end. And it did – it ended in your bed, with Rex’s face pressed between your tits, him mumbling sweet praises into your skin while you rode him.

Which explains the ache between your legs, and the man next to you who is currently in the process of turning around, thereby freeing your floppy arm from its prison beneath his head. You pull it back against your chest hastily before Rex can settle down again, and come face to face with his pouty lips when you look back up.

“You don’t wanna touch me anymore, mesh’la?” His voice is still rough with sleep, but his eyes are already twinkling with mischief.

“It’s- it’s not that.” You’re stumbling over your words, trying to explain before he can actually be offended. It’s been so long since you have had him in your bed. Too long. “It’s just- my arm fell asleep, and-“

His rumbling laughter interrupts your rambling. A thick arm sneaks around your waist. Rex’s warm eyes ask quiet permission. You press yourself closer to him, and he smiles, his hand splaying across your back to keep you close. Your breath fans across his chest – his very broad, very muscular chest, and your cheeks heat up.

“I’m just teasing you, pretty girl.” A finger traces your spine, up and down, always stopping just shy of the swell of your ass.

“Hmph.”

Rex laughs again at your indignant response, and you think that you want to hear that sound again. As many times as you can before he has to leave. Which brings you to…

“You’re still here,” you realise. Rex tenses under your touch.

“Yes. But I’ll leave if you’d rather I go-“

“No.” Your response is quick – almost embarrassingly quick, but you could not care less about propriety right now. You want him to stay, to feel welcome. “Stay.”

He goes soft again, melting into your touch as you gently trace the thick cords of muscle of his upper arms, then moving on to worship his pecs, his jaw with your fingers… and his lips. Rex looks at you, the sun-kissed honey of his eyes suddenly that much darker.

“Kiss me,” you whisper. “Stay as long as you can and kiss me, baby.”

Rex hums when his lips find yours, and you roll on top of him, straddling him. You can feel his cock twitch with interest beneath you, his big hands pressing gently down on your back as you deepen the kiss. A soft groan escapes him when you grind down your hips, slowly rolling your pussy against his hardening cock.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he breathes.

“Missed you too, baby. More than I could bear sometimes.” It’s meant to be romantic, but even you can hear the sadness in your voice when you say it. Rex breathes in. He breathes out. You can hear the pain in his voice when he answers.

“I’m here now, cyar’ika.” He doesn’t add, And you know that has to be enough. He doesn’t have to.

You don’t respond, instead you just bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying to will down the tears that are welling up in your eyes. It’s not fair to push that pain onto him, that is your burden and yours alone. This is what you signed up for.

Rex’s hands are rough on your back, but you like it. You like being soft for him. His cock drags through your dripping cunt when you roll your hips again, and you gasp quietly. Rex’s eyes go darker, his fingers gripping you tighter, digging into your hips to guide your movements. No words are spoken, and you think it best for now. If he said another word, if he let you hear his voice – gods, if he revealed any emotion but lust, you would lose your mind. For now, you have a distraction, a very welcome one. Rex’s eyes search yours when he slips his hand between the two of you to line himself up. You nod, pressing your forehead against his, his slow exhale the same air you breathe in. The feeling of his cock sinking inside you is not something you thought you could ever forget, and yet your memory never seems to do him justice.

Rex groans when you flex your muscles around him, and you smile. It’s nice to know you can still do that. His hands slide lower, grabbing your ass when you start grinding down harder, gasping at the drag of his thick cock against your walls. You have not felt him inside you for far too long, and if you hadn’t taken him last night you don’t think you would be able to do this with so little prep.

But you can, and he feels so good that the world fades away. Everything concentrates on where the two of you are connected, where you can feel him so deep inside you that you know for certain this time you won’t forget the feeling. A curse falls from Rex’s lips when your movements speed up. His hand splays over your back again, his other on your hip, and before you can blink, he rolls you over.

“Spread your legs for me,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “Wanna taste you- wanted to last night, but then I got… lost. Lost in the feeling, osik- your pussy always feels so good around me. Miss this so much when I’m away.”

Is that the only thing you miss? you want to ask, but you don’t. You just nod, one hand cupping his jaw while the other digs into his shoulder.

“Please, baby. Want your tongue inside me, you know I love it when you do that, you’re so fucking good at that.”

Rex blinks at your soft words of praise. You buck your hips up into him one last time, just to make sure you will never forget what it feels like to be filled by him, before you gently press your hands against his chest. You sigh when his cock slips out of you, the loss already near unbearable. Rex leans down to kiss you, and you let him before gently guiding him down, your hand steady in his thick curls.

A ray of sunlight falls from the gap between your curtains across your spread thighs. His hair shines in the sunlight, and you run your fingers through the thick curls, gently guiding his head to move at a pace you like. Rex dives between your legs eagerly, burying his face in your cunt with a fervour that makes you clench. He takes your silent instructions without complaint, attentive to every sigh, moan, and word of praise that falls from your lips.

You were not lying – he is good at this. Too good. Rex draws embarrassing sounds from you, his tongue so skilled at fucking you that you think his mouth has ruined you for anyone else. He knows exactly what you like, the speed at which he has to go to make you plead and beg, how he can draw raw moans from your throat when he sucks your clit. You shiver when he looks up from between your thighs, his mouth still on you while his fingers dig into your thighs to keep them spread wide so his shoulders can fit between them.

“Tell me how good it feels, mesh’la,” his voice sounds pleading, more desperate than you expected. “Wanna hear everything, I need to know I’m making you feel good, please.”

You press your head back into the pillow, your back arching when he dives back in. One of his hands leaves your thigh to reach up and cup your breast.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Fuck, you make me feel so good, Rex baby. I love feeling your mouth on me, love your hands, love how rough they are and how soft I get to be for you. Your tongue- fuck- y-you… Love feeling your hands keep me steady, how strong you are. How I can see the muscles in your back working when you eat me out like th-that.”

You inhale shakily, then curse when Rex hums into you. The tension that has been simmering in your belly rises, like a sleeping Nexu rearing its head. Rex’s teeth drag over your swollen lips ever so slightly, and he chuckles at the tremble that runs through you. You tug lightly at his hair, a silent command to get him to focus again.

“Come on, Captain,” you tease. “Make me come for you, I know you like the way I moan your name when I do.”

You can feel Rex’s growl more than you can hear it, feel how his thumb gently circles your sensitive nipple while his lips close around your clit. The large hand on your leg squeezes until you arch your back even more, pressing your cunt into his face. Rex obliges the silent plea like he wants to drown in you.

“Rex, baby- fuck, just like that, just like that- good boy, fuck, gonna make me come all over your pretty face, yeah?” You feel Rex shiver at the praise. You can see how his hips grind down into the mattress, and the sight fans the flames burning hotter inside you with every passing second. To know that he loves eating you out so much he can barely contain himself is just… And he said he wanted to hear everything, so you decide not to hold back.

“Gods, you know what it does to me to see you like that? My Captain with his face buried in my pussy, see how you rut against the mattress while y-you eat me out, fuck- you wanna come like that, come with your tongue buried inside me? Yeah?”

The muffled sound that escapes Rex is answer enough.

“Touch yourself, baby. Let go of my thigh- I know, baby, I know you wanna feel me, but I want you to wrap your hand around your cock for me. Yeah, just like that- good boy, come on, come for me with your lips wrapped around my clit, I know you can do it, baby, I know you can- want you to hold on a little while longer, keep doing that, you feel so fucking good, you’re m-making me feel so good- there you go, fuck, I’m so close, baby… You too, hm? I know, baby, I know, j-just- a little more- fuck-“

Rex’s fingers dig harshly into the soft skin of your breast, and he closes his whole mouth around you, staring up at you with those beautiful dark eyes, clouded with lust, heavy-lidded. That’s what does you in. It’s the sight of him rutting down into his own hand, his face slicked up and shiny as he eats you out while he looks up at you in desperate search for approval. The coil in your stomach snaps, Rex’s hand moving down from your chest to press gently on your belly while he continues to suck lightly on your clit until your legs shake.

“Stop,” you murmur, tugging on his hair. It’s so much, and you can’t-

“Please,” Rex breathes, his voice husky. “Please, just a little more, wanna taste you while I come for you, just please- let me-”

“Gods- fuck, okay baby, go on then- make yourself come like that.” Your voice is breathy and high, and your moan gets stuck in your throat when Rex smiles and dives back down, his hips moving faster with every stroke of his tongue through your dripping cunt.

The stream of praise that falls from your lips is endless, although you’re barely coherent. His tongue does unspeakable things to you, and you feel as though you are already dancing on the brink of another orgasm. Rex’s hips stutter, and he raises his face from your pussy just to bury it against your thigh, teeth biting down lightly as he stifles a groan.

“Be as loud as you want for me, baby, tell me- wanna hear everything,” you gasp, repeating Rex’s words from earlier back to him. “You’re gonna make me fucking come again, baby, I just need a little more- I was so close, want your mouth on me again, wanna come with you, I know you can do that for me, my perfect Captain, you’re so good at what you do- so fucking good, come on, baby…”

Rex’s hips buck, and he groans your name, the sound muffled by your skin. He does not look at you before he buries his tongue inside your fluttering cunt again. His nose nudges your oversensitive clit, and you cry out. Rex chuckles and repeats the action, again and again, and then you are flying, tumbling over the edge and soaring – screaming his name, rambling on about how good he is for you, how perfect- your perfect boy… You only vaguely notice how his movements stop, how he shudders when he comes. You are too far gone, floating dreamily on your cloud of bliss.

The wet warmth of his tongue gliding through your pussy brings you back down to earth, and you shudder slightly.

“Not- fuck, no. No more, baby, I know you’re eager, I know you wanna make me feel good, but… fuck, I can’t do it, not right now.”

Rex grins when he raises his face, but you can see the exhaustion creeping up on him, see the stains of his own cum on his stomach and his hand. You gently wrap your hand around his larger one and tug at him, smiling when he crawls up and nuzzles his cheek against yours. His face is still shiny with you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue when you kiss him. Rex pulls back to look at you, his face still glistening, and in the early sunlight you notice something you have never noticed before. You trace your finger along the bridge of his nose.

“You have freckles.”

“Hm?” he pauses, his eyes drooping. “Oh- yeah… sometimes, when I have the bucket off for longer.”

You stroke a hand along his cheek, his jaw.

“I’ll draw us a bath, baby.”

Rex makes a soft noise of agreement, sighing when you let go of him to get out of bed and traipse into the fresher to turn on the faucet. You stand by the tub as it fills up, lost in your thoughts. When warm arms wrap around you, you startle, then turn around to face Rex.

“I thought you’d fallen back asleep.”

“Hmm no. Nearly, but I wanted to come take a bath with you.”

He gets the towels ready while you find Rex’s favourite bath salts. They smell of jasmine and patchouli, and you smile when you hear him inhale the scent deeply as you open the bottle.

“You spoil me, mesh’la.”

“You deserve the best,” you mumble quietly, dipping your fingers in the water to test the temperature.

“It’s perfect,” Rex says, climbing into the tub and taking your hand to help you in before he sits down. You never thought you’d have much use for a bathtub when you first moved in, but by now it has become one of your favourite things. You rarely use it on your own, but whenever Rex visits, you always make time. He deserves every bit of rest and relaxation he can get.

The blinds lift with the rising sun, catching on Rex’s face, and suddenly, sitting across from him is not close enough anymore. You clamber into his lap, peppering kisses wherever you can reach. If Rex is surprised by your actions, he does not show it. He merely buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“I’ll worship you when we get out of this bath,” you whisper quietly. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good baby. You deserve it.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I know I don’t.” You tilt his chin up with two of your fingers. “I want to. You’ve been so good for me- so good to me. Now I want to make you feel good, Captain. I’ll worship your face, your mouth- that perfect mouth, fuck. Your nose, your jaw, your throat – maybe leave some marks on you to remind you of this when you’re off again, away on a planet that is lightyears away, fighting for a dying republic.”

“The republic isn’t-“ Rex starts, but you interrupt him with a bitter chuckle.

“Isn’t dying? Yes it is. And you and your brothers pay with your lives to keep it drudging on, to extend that last dying breath just a little while longer. All that hurt, all that pain and death, and for what?” You sigh deeply when Rex looks at you with a deep sorrow in his eyes.

“You’re calling us useless.” His tone is carefully neutral, but you have learned to read him like an open book.

“No. You are not useless, baby. Never. If it took this war for us to meet- I’m not saying it’s worth it, how could I. But I am selfishly glad for it.” You pause, considering your next words very carefully. “The war itself is useless. It helps no one. Your deaths, those of you and your brothers – those are not useless. But they are unnecessary.”

You sigh deeply, the bathwater sloshing around you.

“I know you don’t like to talk about the war, especially not to a… what’d you call me that one time? Nayverd, was it?”

“Neverd,” Rex mumbles quietly.

“Hm. I don’t want to ruin the time we have, but you know I- you know how it hurts me when you have to go, and I don’t know when I’ll see you again, or… or rather, if I’ll see you again. It hurts to see you fighting this pointless war for people who could not care less about how many die. You… you deserve better than that, baby. The best. To feel loved, and to feel needed.”

Rex’s eyes raise to yours as you speak, and there is an unfathomable affection written in them.

“I’m a soldier, mesh’la. I am needed, yes, but I’ll always be expendable. Replaceable. With thousands of my brothers.” His voice breaks a little, and your heart shatters at the pain that casts a shadow across his beautiful face.

“Not to me, you’re not,” you whisper, nuzzling your cheek into his warm chest. “Neither expendable, nor replaceable. I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean needed as a soldier, Rex. You are so much more than that. You are needed for the person that you are, for the brother you are to your vode. Needed for the man you are for me. You make the galaxy a better place by simply existing in it.”

Rex’s eyes shine when you look at him, and he doesn’t turn his head away when you press your lips to his. Instead, he returns the kiss, deep and soft and slow, full of every feeling neither of you have the words to express.

You open your eyes when you pull back, a small smile raising the corners of your lips when you regard him.

“Your freckles really are so cute, baby. I want to worship those as well, I think. Take my time and kiss every single one of them.”

Rex’s lips quirk up as well, and you are glad he does not seem cross after you brought up the one topic you try to avoid when he visits.

“Tuur’nau mureyca,” Rex mumbles, and you perk up.

“What’s that mean?”

“It’s a secret.” Rex laughs when you pout, splashing water in his direction. “Fine. It’s what we call freckles.” He pauses for a second, as if he wanted to say something else. You nudge him gently, and he goes on. “It means… it means ‘sun-kiss’. Few soldiers have them, you know, with the helmets and all, but…”

His words make you ache. Sometimes his softness surprises you in the best way. By all accounts, he should be battle-hardened and unfeeling, with all the death and pain he has seen and lived through. With the way he and his brothers are treated. And yet, somehow, he has preserved this extraordinary kindness, this will to see the good in the world. You don’t understand it, but you adore him all the more for it.

“My beautiful, sunkissed soldier.” You press a kiss to Rex’s cheek. “I love them. They suit you.”

Rex blushes, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, and it just makes you ache more. His arms wrap around you to pull you closer, his warm skin against yours, water dripping from both of you.

“You wanna know another secret?” Rex leans even closer, his nose nudging against yours.

“Always.”

“My nose is not the only place you’ll find them.”

“Ah, is that the truth?” You smirk at him, mischief sparkling in your eyes. “Where else would I find them if I were to go looking, Captain?”

Rex’s eyes crinkle with the same mischief as he places his hand over yours and guides it down to his cock.

“I could show you if you like…”

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Mando'a translations

mesh'la - beautiful cyar'ika - sweetheart neverd - civilian (lit. just 'non-soldier') tuur'nau mureyca - freckles (lit. 'sun-kiss')

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🤍 Nurse of the 501st — “Orphanage”

Pairing: Captain Rex x FemaleNurse!Reader (ft. the 501st) Word Count: 6.4k T/W: fluffy ☁️ A/N: I was so happy with this one tbh, so I hope you enjoy it too!

On a mercy mission with Rex, you find a crumbling orphanage and wind up stuck with the children underground while attempting to find a way back to the surface.

Preface / Injured / 79's / Orphanage / Suit Up / Taken (pt.1)

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Rex offered his hand to you as you stepped off the supplies ship, it had a bit more of a drop compared to the usual assault transports. Shifting your medic bag to your hip, you placed your hand in Rex’s and took the big step, which was more like a jump for you; Rex stabilised you as your feet met the planet’s surface. 

“Thanks,” you smile, Rex meeting you with a smirk and a nod, before heading to unload the cargo.

You and Rex had been assigned to deliver supplies cargo to an orphanage on a planet the Republic was occupying for ease of passage through the system. General Skywalker opted to send just the two of you in order to avoid appearing as if the Republic was establishing forces on the planet. Rex only agreed since there was no sign of Separatists in the system and it was a mercy mission. You on the other hand were excited that you and Rex would get a mission alone and that the General trusted you.

When you landed, you had set down away from the orphanage, as to not stir up attention around the area, but there was quickly a plethora of children swarming towards your ship, predominantly interested in the fancy transport as well as Rex in his shiny armour and signature clone helmet. They gathered around him and stared.

“Are you a clone?” A bright-eyed child craned their neck to look up at Rex’s helmet.

“Do you have a face? Or are you all actually droids?” Another questions him, crossing their little arms over their chest.

“I wanna be a soldier,” a little Ithorian said, his translator humming as he spoke. 

“You can’t be one, stupid, they’re manufactured,” a Weequay nudged his friend.

“Alright, settle down now, younglings,” Rex began, “yes, I’m a clone, yes I have a face, no I’m not a droid,” Rex methodically took off his helmet and held it at his side, between his forearm and his torso, “see? And it’s not being a clone that makes a good soldier, it’s the spirit. Now, where’s the orphanage supervisor?”

The children were stunned and star-struck with Rex, you weren’t certain any of them were going to move, but soon after he asked a question, they all rushed to be the first one to answer, bouncing up and down, some waving their arms for him to follow them, one Duro girl even tugging at his uniform.

“He left before you got here when he- when he,” The Duro girl bounced, tugging at Rex to make sure she had his attention, “when he saw your ship enter the atmosphere he left but said he’d be back soon!!” 

“Alright, alright,” Rex spread his hands out, “Angel?” He looked back to find you simply waiting, enjoying just observing him interact with the kids. For once he was the one feeling out of his league and you were feeling a bit more at home; a lot of kids came through the hospital wing and you were nurturing by nature, so they didn’t scare you; as for Rex his tone was practically a plea for you not to leave him alone with the knee-highs.

“Right behind you, Captain,” you lifted the hand you’d been using to cover your growing smile, signalling where you were for him. 

All the kids instantly stopped, turning back to stare at you for the first time, until one finally asked, “wait- you’re a clone too?” 

“Oh, no, I’m just the medic,” you admit with a kind smile, “but I am a part of the 501st Legion,” you said proudly, glancing over to Rex who was absolutely beaming with pride as you spoke those words. Once again, the children stared up in silence, glancing between you and Rex, back and forth, no doubt formulating their own ideas.

“Can I carry your helmet?” A young Torgruta asked breaking the silence, pointing with her whole arm extended towards where it rested in Rex’s possession.

“Ah. . .,” Rex hesitated, but at least he’d had some experience with her species, so he felt a little more at ease, “sure.”

Handing over the helmet the kids all ran towards the orphanage, some trying to take it from the Togruta, but when she hissed and showed her teeth, still some missing, they backed off. Rex shook his head with a furrowed brow, placed his hands on his hips and let out a deep exhale as if he’d just made it out of a near-death experience. Turning his head when he heard you giggle, he dropped his hands, before crossing them over his chest.

“Did I miss something?” He asks, knowing fully well you’re most likely laughing at him.

“No,” you press your lips together, looking over at him, disposition shifting from amused to a subtlety longing, “it’s nothing. . ., it’s just nice to see you get a taste of normalcy amidst the war. I’ve never seen you with kids before, and I think it’s sweet.”

Your gaze lingers on each other, but soon you’re drawn to a child waving you both down under the archway of the orphanage. Flashing Rex a genuine smile, eyes soft, you squeeze your shoulder up and tilt your head, “you think you’ll survive this one, Captain?”

Rex hesitates to answer, still caught in your previous comment, but he soon returns to his normal self, “not without you, and I still have a feeling this might be the hardest mercy mission yet.” 

You laugh at his sarcasm, before taking steps in stride with Rex towards the orphanage. When you arrive, Rex has to duck to enter the small archway. It’s surprisingly small for a whole orphanage, but the children seem to be perfectly comfortable, each having their own part of the open room to themselves. There are drawings taped to the wall, each from a torn piece of paper that the kids had to share. All the toys looked generations older than them, and their stuffed animals had multiple patches. Glancing at Rex, you knit your eyebrows together; they needed this more than either of you imagined. Their spirits were so joyful, you would have never guessed.

“My-my name’s Luka,” a small Tholothian boy tugs at your uniform sleeve.

“Why hello, Luka,” you kneel down.

“You’re- you’re very pretty,” he stutters and you hear Rex chuckle behind you, “would you like to see my drawings?”

“Of course I would,” you answer with a smile, standing and letting him take your hand, pulling you towards his makeshift room, which is really a bed against a wall between two others just like it, but his space is filled with drawings, chalk, and crayons.

Rex makes himself busy with stacking the supply boxes from the ship to the centre of the orphanage. Every time he leaves the orphanage there’s a trail of little ones right on his heel, the Togruta with his helmet never far behind in the crowd of children asking him questions.

“Have you fought in lots of battles?” a child asks, skipping to keep up with Rex’s stride.

“Um, yes, I’ve fought in a good amount,” Rex admits, not wanting to get into too much detail of what he’s seen in them.

“Did you even kill somebody?” the Duro girl questions.

“Of course he has!” the Weequay answers for Rex, who’s busy shaking his head and picking up another box, carefully turning around, watching his step to avoid stepping on any toes with how close the kids were to him.

“Well, how would you know?” The Duro raised her voice.

“Because-” the Weequay began, raising his tone to match hers.

Although Rex could hear them, his attention was immediately drawn elsewhere; he set the cargo back on the transport.

“Wait, wait,” Rex bent down, placing his arms in front of the children; he paused, glancing around like a Nexu hunting, “let me see that, lil’ one.”

Rex carefully reached out for his helmet, staying hunkered down as he flipped his scope down with two fingers, surveying the horizon. It was too quiet, except for a very distinct distant buzzing; it sounded like a pack of hornets. Immediately, Rex collected the little ones behind him and started telling them to head back towards the orphanage, luckily they all obeyed and managed to keep a pretty good pace. Rex could have easily passed them when he turned to run himself, but he kept his pace slower in order to cover their six from the oncoming danger.

Meanwhile, you and Luka were busy admiring his artworks; Luka proudly set them all in your lap as he stood on his bed and unpinned them from the wall. Soon all you could hear was Rex in the distance yelling something inaudible from so far away. Luka perked up at the sound, causing you to speak a response, in order to put him at ease. 

“Now what do you imagine Captain Rex has gotten himself into this-“

Your gentle tone was paused when you saw the look of terrified children running your way, followed by Rex with one blaster in hand, coming towards the orphanage at full speed. You furrowed your brows and tried to listen harder for the order coming from your captain.

“Cover- take cover- bombs!” Rex yelled and you managed to hear from across the large room. Turning to Luka, you shielded him, grabbing him as gently as you could in such as rush. taking him completely in your arms and hunkering down. 

You looked up to see where the rest of the children were, but they hadn’t even made it into the orphanage yet. Rex was yelling out your location into his comlink. Your heart raced so fast, you were certain Luka could feel it with how tightly you were holding him. A near panic came over you when you felt the first bomb hit, thankfully a miss. But no matter, it was enough force to shake the planet’s surface and start to disrupt the stability. 

Staring to where Rex was, he was now headed into the orphanage, children gathered in one place, and he was on his way to you, arm extended to the full length, Rex spread his fingers, reaching for your extended arm, but you had to pull it back to shield Luka as you felt the ground beneath you give way, the planet had split right between the two of you, and the last things you heard was Rex calling your name as you closed your eyes, cradled Luka, and then— it all went black–

Opening your eyes in quick blinks, there was complete darkness surrounding you. Your lungs stung and your whole body ached, but instinctively you were feeling what was last in your arms. Exhaling no matter how much it hurt, you were beyond thankful Luka was still near you. You felt his hands curled into fists at the collar of your uniform, he had clung to you for dear life. Hearing his little cough was one of the best sounds at the moment, and you rested your head back down on the rock underneath you. The planet’s surface broke and you assumed you were underneath the orphanage, but your mind wondered what happened to the other kids, to Rex. 

“Angel!” Rex’s voice called, it sounded muffled and distant. 

“Rex?” You groaned, not wanting to move, but knowing you needed to. It wasn’t as easy as you thought it was going to be. There were rocks toppled onto you. Once you shovelled enough off of you to stand hunched over, then you gently pulled Luka out of the rubble. Reaching into your medic bag still strapped to your side, you clicked on a flashlight. Surveying your surroundings you weren’t met with much diversity. Just rock, rock, and a little more rock.

“Rex?” You yelled tapping again on a random rock that seemed to be acting as a barrier. A few moments passed, and doubt crept into your mind, before hearing his voice call your name again, “yeah,” you sighed, before swallowing, trying to remain calm, “I’m okay- I’m with Luka.”

“My arm really hurts,” you heard Luka begin to sniffle behind you. 

Directing your attention to him, you knelt to get down on his level, examining the injury, “we’ve got a broken arm, definitely broken,” you admitted, “so I’ll need you to stay very still while I place it and give you something for the pain, Luka, can you do that?”

Your voice was gentle and encouraging, never doubting. Luka nods bravely, despite his scared eyes telling you a whole different story, “this is really scary,” he suddenly speaks, eyes brimming with tears. 

“I know, but we’re gonna be okay, I promise” you place a soft hand on his shoulder, “c’mon, we’re going to find Captain Rex.”

Luka nods, wiping away his few tears with the back of his curled up hands as you pick him up, carrying him on your hip. You look around with the flashlight guiding and notice there’s a distinct path parallelling the wall that Rex was calling at you from behind. You announced that you were following the path, and waited to see if Rex would respond, but you didn’t want to linger too long.

Thankfully he answered, “Okay, I’ll find you,” he responded, “stay safe.”

Relaxing from his proximity to the wall, he closed his eyes, sending a prayer up to the stars that you’d be okay after all.

“Mr. Rex?” A small voice called out, “what should we do now?”

Turning around, he surveyed the rest of the kids, they were terrified. They didn’t deserve this.

“Okay…well, if we stay in one place, we might…,” Rex looked down at all the little faces staring back up at him, and opted to choose his words more carefully, “we might find the air getting a little more stuffy.”

“They’re stealing our air?” one little girl gasped, horrified, “why would they steal our air?”

“Stop taking so much of it then,” the Weequay corrected, genuinely upset.

Rex held out his hands to ward off any infighting, but as he stepped between the two, the little Duro, with bright ruby eyes met him. For a moment Rex just stared down, luckily the child could only see the helmet, not the eye roll Rex gave behind it as he anticipated more talking and less silence, despite his oxygen comment.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Rex, sir,” the little one chimed in cheerfully, “I can hold my breath for three whole minutes.”

Sighing, Rex watched the Duro take a deep breath and close their eyes tightly as if somehow that would help their lungs; they lasted all of about thirty seconds, at best. But when they glanced up, Rex couldn’t help but feel he should be encouraging, especially in a time like this. These kids had no idea what their futures would be, half of them didn’t even know where they came from, and now it was up to him to make sure they had a future, no matter what.

“That’s…great, kid, really great,” Rex’s tone was almost believable, but there was mild sarcasm, “keep it up.”

The Duro smiled and kept repeatedly holding her breath for a few seconds and letting it go, taking a deep breath, and repeating the process. 

“Alright, cadets,” Rex said by a habit, “I need everyone to follow me, single file and no fighting; we’re going to reconnect with Luka and Agnel and-”

“Do you love her?” the Togruta blinked widely.

“Yeah, do you?” the Ithorian boy seconded excitedly.

Rex tensed, there was a light feeling in his stomach, as if someone had turned off the gravity inside. 

“Ah, well, she’s-” Rex started, squeezing his gloved hand closed while he tried to think of an answer quick, he didn’t trust kids, he knew that they repeated everything no matter who it was in front of, so he gave the truth in a different way, “I love that she’s my medic.” He even winced under his helmet at the pathetic attempt, when the kids all stared at him, not entirely satisfied with his answer, Rex just cleared his throat and changed the topic, “now let’s move out.”

Luckily there was a path on their side as well and it seemed to parallel yours. It wasn’t terribly long, but to Rex, it felt like forever, between his worry over you and the children’s constant chatter and voice fluctuations. As for you and Luka, the pain had subsided after the medicine you gave him and it was relatively quiet. Until the kid’s voices became clearer and clearer.

“Aura?” Luka spoke quietly, a smile growing on his face, “that’s Aura, she’s my best friend!” He bounced in your arms, pointing toward the wall.

You smiled back and went up to the wall, “Rex?” You tapped hard, “Rex? Can you hear us?”

“We hear you!” A choir of little voices chimed.

“I think the rubble is thinner here,” you called out, but were met with silence.

“Stand back, at least a few feet,” Rex instructed.

You did as he said, taking extra pacing just in case. You set Luka down and covered him; your back facing towards the sudden, but small blast that caused the wall to scatter into smaller rubble. Looking over your shoulder, you blinked rapidly at the smoke and Luka coughed. Standing, you went towards the explosion cautiously, trying to see if it had worked.

A familiar figure stepped through the division.

“Rex,” you exhaled his name, the relief of actually seeing him alive and okay washed over you; closing your eyes as he brought you into the tightest hug he’d given you yet. You reached your arms around his neck, slipping your hand just high enough to actually touch his skin where the helmet made a gap as he dipped down.

“We’re all okay,” Rex answered your silent question.

“Okay, good, okay,” you stayed in his arms, all the worry hitting you at once, what if you’d lost him, what if Luka hadn’t made it, what if you never found him?

“How’s the lil’ one?” Rex asked quietly, hoping to keep it between you and him.

“He’s doing good, but I can’t heal it completely down here,” you admit, pulling away from him, keeping your hands against his biceps, “who could have done this?”

“I have my ideas,” Rex says confidently, “but I think we should probably hold off that conversation.”

“Do you love Mr. Rex?” a familiar voice piped up, making Rex sigh; you looked around him to see inquiring eyes.

You met Rex’s eyes, or at least you looked to the slit in his helmet, before getting distracted, “wait-what is she doing?”

“She’s holding her breath, I told her to keep it up,” Rex shrugged, not entirely sure why he’d kept encouraging it other than to get some silence from one of them.

“You keep encouraging that, and I think we might see a Duro turn a whole new shade of blue,” you perked an eyebrow, silently commenting on his encouragement tactics, before turning serious, “do you think the tunnels go somewhere safe? Is it worth the risk?”

“I can’t be certain of anything right now, I tried to get our location back up to the General, but I think it’s worth a shot to try and get out on our own,” Rex said, “I’ve still got blasters and you’ve got the first aid kit, I think it’s our best chance…with cooperation,” Rex groaned, hearing another match startup behind him.

Shaking your head, it amazed you how Rex could command legions amidst battle, but a handful of kids completely took him down. You agreed and picked Luka back up, carrying him as the medicine made him feel weak. Rex lead the group and you brought up the back, making sure everyone was accounted for at each turn and tunnel change. You weren’t sure how long you walked, but you tried to keep everyone’s spirits up when they questioned anything. The last thing you wanted was for the kids to begin worrying.

“Mr. Rex, sir,” the little Rodian girl, named Aura, called out, waiting until Rex turned to face her to continue, “sir, I’m so tired, sir.”

Rex sighed, shoulders falling, but quickly reminded himself they were not troopers, they were children. He looked around as if to find any sign of the time, but it was pitch black save the handheld flashlight you had and his helmet’s light. You, in the meantime, made your way to the front, Luka still settled on your hip. Rex automatically raised a hand, offering it to you, and leaving it as something to hold onto just in case the ground was rocky or the planet had another aftershock wave.

“Sleeping on the job,” Rex commented in a soft tone, clicking off his helmet light, seeing the child you were holding fast asleep, his little head resting on your shoulder, and arms clasped, now more loosely than before, around your neck, “and I’m not even sure if we should be sleeping.”

“I know it’s hard to tell what time it is,” you agreed, “but I’d guess it’s night, or about to be,” Rex gave a familiar head tilt that told you to go on, “well, these kids have been raised here, which means their internal clocks are probably our best sign of the time at the moment. When they’re tired, hungry, everything.”

Looking back to the group, Rex saw a few rubbing their eyes, while others gave yawns, some even leaning against the walls.

“You’re right,” Rex nodded, “I’ll scout a little further, you head back to the cove we passed, it’s probably the safest bet; start finding places soft enough to sleep, with what we’ve got that is.”

Rex’s tone sank into a pessimistic tone at the end of his sentence as he looked around once more; you placed your free hand on his chest plate, bringing his attention back to you “we’ve got each other, that’ll be enough.”

You smiled your best, and Rex nodded again, before gently tapping the small of your back and clicking his helmet light back on while he scouted.

“Okay everybody,” you announced, “we’re headed back to the cove to get some sleep!”

A very tired “yay” could be heard by Rex as he made his way further ahead. When he came back to the cove himself, he found all the kids asleep, sprawled out on the ground. Rex looked over to your body, which you had taken to making as small as you could in a corner. He knew you were trying to put the kids first, giving them as much comfortable space as possible in the close quarters, but this was different. After all the kids had fallen asleep you had gone silent, near radio silent. Rex practically tiptoed around the sleeping little ones, which wasn’t an easy task since he could hardly stand upright in the small space. Meanwhile, huddled into a little ball your knees were tucked into your chest, arms wrapped around them, chin resting against your forearm.

Rex turned his blaster to stun before holstering it and joining you on the floor, “how you holding up?”

You took a deep breath, shakily; you wanted to answer, but no words came. A little disappointed in yourself, you turned to Rex with tear lined eyes, hoping he’d understand simply by that. 

“I know,” Rex’s tone immediately shifted from a commander asking his soldier how they were to someone who cared deeply. 

He scootched a little closer, and naturally, you leaned into him, letting go of your knees you brought your hands up to hug yourself, resting your head against his shoulder. It was a comfort having Rex so close, you finally felt safe. It was hard to keep a front up, given that this was your first experience like this since leaving Coruscant and if you were honest you were pretty scared. But at the same time, you didn’t want to scare the kids— the emotions were pulling you two ways, and being near Rex seemed to calm the mental tug-of-war for now. It no longer made you nervous or timid to be close to Rex, after your long night at 79’s talking through your emotions a bit more, you felt at home when you were with him.

Taking a deep breath in, you spoke in a low voice just in case the kids could hear despite being asleep, “we’re gonna be okay,” you tilted your head back to look up at Rex, eyebrows knit together, “right?”

Seeing two stray tears chase each other down your cheek simultaneously, Rex met your eyes. He didn’t want to lie to you, but he wasn’t entirely certain of anything either. 

Using the back of his hand to wipe away your tears, he began, “we’ll get through this together; I promise..” 

You nod slowly, taking a deep breath and exhaling again, in an attempt to calm yourself, “who do you think did this?”

Rex took a deep inhale, thinking over his hypothesis, “well, I wouldn’t put it past Dooku to bomb an orphanage.”

“But why?” you asked absolutely appalled and filled with emotion, another tear running down your skin, “they’re just kids.”

“My best guess is the Separatists heard that the 501st was coming, Dooku assumed General Skywalker would be on the grounds along with three battalions at least, so he paid off the orphanage director to give up the location and time of our arrival, that’s why he left the orphanage when he was our ships enter the atmosphere,” Rex concluded, looking over to you, who hadn’t stopped staring while listening, Rex managed a smirk, “unfortunately for him, he only got us, and he missed at that.”

You shook your head, “they’ve been through so much,” you look to the kids, “they lost a place they thought could be home, they were betrayed by someone they looked up to, it’s just not fair.”

“No,” Rex began, not looking to the kids, but still at you, “it’s not fair. But it’s my job to make sure every single person gets out, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

“Let me help, just tell me how- tell me what to do,” you glance back to your Captain.

“For now, I want you to rest, as much as you can,” he tells you in a soft tone, “I need you sharp and healthy, more than you know, Ang’.” Rex runs a finger along your jawline, before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you close your eyes, exhaling.

That was the last thing you remember, before turning onto your side and falling asleep. You woke up to the gentle shoving of Aura at your shoulder. Waking up swiftly, slightly startled, thinking the worst had happened, you looked over your shoulder to find Rex at your back and the rest of the kids all starting to stir. It must be morning, you thought to yourself going off their clocks. 

“Aura,” you took her hand in yours, “what is it?”

“Luka’s not feeling well,” she sounded in a near panic. “Okay,” you nodded picking up your medic bag and following her to where you had settled Luka the night before. She was right, he looked much worse. He had a running fever and was still tired, his arm turning to terrible bruising. You began digging for more medicine when Rex appeared at your side.

“We’re not looking too good, we really need to get to the surface,” you spoke without looking up from Luka, “he needs higher doses; doses that I don’t have on me.”

“Alright, everybody up?” Rex turned and called; for the most part, he was met with enthusiastic spirits again, except for Luka and Aura, and a few who didn’t want to keep walking. Their little feet were tired and the constant darkness of being underground scared them, but they tried their best. 

It didn’t take long for everyone to get on their feet and moving again. Once more you held the back of the line, now with Aura holding tightly onto your medic bag that rested at your hip while you carried Luka carefully. Rex led the group.

 “Are you married?” the Togruta asked him cheerfully.

“No,” Rex responded shortly, looking right and left at a split in the tunnels, deciding which path looked safer.

“Do you want to be?” she pushed innocently.

“Maybe, someday,” Rex took the middle ground again.

“Would you marry Angel?” she continued.

Rex sighed deeply, hating how blunt children could be.

“I’d marry her, she’s nice,” the Ithorian twiddled his fingers.

“I’d marry you,” the Togruta said to Rex a little louder than expected, causing it to echo through the tunnel.

“Thanks,” Rex shook his head, not sure what to say to that information, “any other questions?” He asked more sarcastically and rhetorically.

“I have a question,” the Weequay raised his hand, “are we actually going somewhere? I think we’re lost.”

You instantly felt sad, knowing that Rex was doing everything he could, you also knew that neither of you really knew where to go; you’d never been to the planet before and you didn’t exactly plan on getting stuck under the surface of it. Otherwise, you absolutely would have asked Echo for all the maps he could find for research.

“I don’t think we’ll ever see sunlight again,” the Duro girl panicked.

“Can’t we just force our way out?” the Weequay punched the air repeatedly with a determined look.

“That’d cave us in, dummy,” the Duro corrected, putting her little hands on her hip.

“Force- wait…wait,” Rex pauses, halting all the kids, and you follow suit, looking to the front of the line. Rex makes his way back to you, “I need to talk to you, I have an idea.”

“Okay?” you furrow your eyebrows, wondering what kind of plan he had in mind since it was obvious he wanted to talk to you alone.

Setting Luka onto the floor gently, Aura right by his side, Rex instructed them to stay put as he took your hand suddenly, leading you only a few paces away. He removed his helmet, letting you know it was serious.

“I have a plan, but it all depends on you,” he started and you grew wary, but you let him continue, “you are- you’re force sensitive-”

“Rex-” you dropped your arms, looking away.

“Hear me out, hear me out,” he gently placed his hand on your side, keeping you in front of him; taking a deep breath you looked back to him, “I think that you could use the force to get us out of here.”

“Rex…that was a long time ago,” you hugged yourself, looking to the ground away from him for a moment, before continuing, new anxiety to your tone, “and I failed. I failed those kinds of tests that require moving things. I couldn’t do it for the council-”

“I know, I know,” Rex says softly, sliding his hands down your arms, comfortingly, seeing that you were beginning to feel the past pressing down on you, “but…that was for the Jedi council, doesn’t the force thrive in all things?” he gives you a look of encouragement, like a captain assuring his soldier that they can make it, but so much more intimate, “your force didn’t intend you to be a general, or a Jedi, your force is for healing, helping, and saving lives, this is your calling, if this works it could save all their lives. And I know you can do this.”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed your lips. “There is…one thing I remember,” you meet his eyes, “ I’m not familiar with his force, but maybe, maybe, I could reach the General.”

“A maybe from you is more than enough for me,” Rex said, nodding until you joined him and gave a soft ‘okay.’

You returned to the children, checking on Luka first; you felt his pain heightening through the force. Stroking his forehead, you took a deep breath and moved to the front of the line, Rex right behind you.

“What do you need me to do?” Rex asked.

“Just…,” you rubbed your arms as you hugged yourself again, feeling just as nervous as you had been before the Jedi Council, “keep the kids back, I don’t know if this will work or what will happen so…”

“I’m right behind you in you need me,” Rex assured you, taking steps back, “kids, gather up behind me.”

Looking around you found a wall of rock straight ahead, placing a hand on it you closed your eyes and began what you remembered.

“I am one with the force,...and the force is with me,” you whispered, softly repeating the phrase, until your voice faded and you were only mouthing the words, speaking them through your thoughts–

“You’re certain this was the final location Rex gave you, General?” Admiral Yularen questioned through the comlink.

“I’m positive,” Anakin knelt down to touch the surface of the ruined orphanage.

“How did this happen?” Fives exclaimed.

“Separatists,” Anakin answered.

“There’s little chance anyone could have survived this,” Kix admitted, voice sounding broken; he believed he’d lost his captain and his best friend in the same day, “I suggest…we start looking through the rubble since they’re probably–.”

Anakin stood to his full height, waving a handout, indicating a request for silence, “Fives, Kix, Echo, follow me,” he suddenly spoke, taking off into a sprint.

The troops gave a confused look to each other as they were sprinting away from the orphanage site and into the bleak dusty desert. Still, they trusted their General and followed. Finally, Anakin stopped.

“I don’t- this, it’s-,” he stuttered, looking around, lightsaber still swinging at his side, he looked just as confused as his men.

“Sir?” Echo questioned.

“It’s- I can’t explain it, but stand back, all of you,” he then spoke to himself, “here’s hoping this works…”

“What is she doing?” Aura asked Rex, “is she okay?”

“Shh, we must be very quiet,” Rex gently whispered, noticing how hard you were concentrating. It almost appeared painful, your hand began shaking, and so did the pebbles around you; taking a few steps forward, he called your name questioningly, but there was no reply. When he tried again it seemed to jolt you out of a trance.

“I am one with the….with me,” you whispered, eyes rolling backwards, as you stumbled back from the wall, “force with me.”

Rex rushed forward by instinct, catching you as you fell back into his arms. A collective cry from the children came about, but Rex most distinctly heard Luka call your name through his tears. The kids gathered around Rex, who held you across his arms. Looking to the ceiling, Rex spotted a cave in.

“Back- back-” was all he could manage, moving back to where he had previously been waiting while you tried to centre yourself with the force. His body covered yours for protection and the kids were ducked down into little curled figures while the roof came down. When Rex opened his eyes all he could see was dust. “Captain!” Anakin Skywalker’s voice finally broke through, before he turned to a member of the 501st, “Kix, get my Captain out of there!”

Kix dropped and propelled line down and immediately made his way down with an even bigger medic bag in hand. Taking strides to get to Rex as quickly as he could, Kix brought out a harness clip, indicating that he was going to take Rex up with him.

“No, no,” Rex groaned, still holding you in his arms, “her first, that’s an order, Kix.”

“Yes, sir,” Kix didn’t hesitate to listen, happy to see you even though you weren’t looking your best. 

Rex gently supports your head as you’re exchanged into Kix’s arms. Rex’s touch lingers as Kix begins to attach the harness for support. Despite being unconscious, Rex swore he saw your fingers pry apart in an attempt to reach out for him.

—

“The kids!” You jolt awake, heart racing. Your wide eyes quickly closing at the bright light of the room you found yourself in. Two days underground really did a number on your eye adjustment. Putting your hands over your eyes, you breathe heavily,  a little startled at the sensation, you wondered if there was something wrong with you.

“Easy, you can rest now,” General Skywalker placed a hand compassionately on your shoulder as he comes into focus, your eyes adjust to the bright light.

Swallowing, you glance down at your hands, before snapping back to attention, “Rex- the kids-”

Anakin smiles to himself, “they’re all safe; the kids are at a temporary orphanage right here on Coruscant, in fact Luka can’t wait for you to visit; as for Rex…” Anakin’s gaze went beyond you and you followed, turning to find Rex standing at attention beside your bed, still in armour and all, “he hasn’t left your side.”

A quiet pause falls across the room, before Anakin cleared his throat, “Rex, I’ll see you as soon as you feel fit again,” Anakin nodded, turning to you again, “good work soldier.”

“Thank you,” you smile widely, having never heard those words before now.

Watching Anakin leave, you bit your bottom lip, slowly turning your head to look up at Rex.

“Well, you were right, we made it,” you tried to laugh a little, as he sat at the edge of the hospital bed.

“No, you were right,” Rex sets his helmet aside, before facing you completely. You tilt your head with a questioning look, it was his idea for you to use the force to connect with Anakin. Rex looks down at your slightly bruised hands, taking them both in his gently, “we had each other, and that was enough.”

You feel a familiar blush creep up your neck, turns out you weren't totally past getting flustered around him, “yeah, but you’re the one who hasn’t left my side.”

Rex chuckled, seeing your smile and eye brighten a little, but made sure you knew he was heartfeltly serious when he said, “and I don’t plan to.”

[samspenandsword]

Just This Once: Commander Cody/Reader (Fem)

Summary: On a night out with your friends at 79′s, you find yourself enraptured by a certain Marshal Commander.  Pairing: Commander Cody/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance other than clothing and reader also has hair. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; unprotected PIV sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, oral sex (f!receiving, mentions of m!receiving), fingering, authority kink, some exhibitionism and public sex, praise kink, mild edging, degradation if you squint, build-up and plot (because I’m incapable of not including them), hint of “shit i caught feelings” at the end Word Count: 6.2k

Okay, full disclosure, this is the first smut I’ve ever published, so have fun with that information lol

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[lesbobiwan]

Congrats on 100!!! Could you please do #3 for either Rex and Cody or Tech and Crosshair, f!reader please??

thank u!!! i got very carried away with this one oops

warnings: threesome, f!reader, p in v sex, spitroasting, squirting, brief reference to anal at the v end, dom!cody, really just a lot of horniness

#3: “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” + Rex and Cody

The shabby little cot in the medic's tent squeaks with every well timed roll of Rex's hips.

The bump of his public bone grinds beautifully against your clit while his cock drags against your walls. His face is buried into your neck, hot puffs of air sending goosebumps scattered across your skin.

You think Rex is tearing you apart.

There's nothing hard and rough about how Rex is fucking you. No, it's slow and sweet — all precise rolls of hips and the drag of blunt teeth up your neck.

It's sensual and perfect and you think you'll burst at the seams.

Red hot pleasure sears through your veins as Rex picks his head up from your neck, dragging his lips up your throat and jawline until he's face to face with you. It's devastatingly intimate.

"How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?" One of his broad hands come up to frame your jaw, tilting your head back against the pillow as he ducks his head back down to mouth along your pulse point.

You clench around him as your mouth drops open in silent pleasure. Your eyes are wide open in sightless euphoria.

Rex's words paired with his slow and long thrusts tip you straight into an orgasm.

"Rex," you groan out, sighing as your release rolls over you. Your climax is gentle — flowing over you like syrup as you clench and soak his cock inside you.

You feel drunk. Your vision swims and all your senses are in overdrive as Rex's hips stutter against yours and he curses into your skin.

"Fuck, mesh'la," Rex hisses, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs, "can I come inside you? Will you let me fill up that pretty pussy?"

You hook your wobbly legs over his hips, digging your heels into the small of his back to push him deeper inside you, "Please," you beg, totally fucked out but you want more.

You want to feel him drip out of you when he pulls out.

You want to ask him what he meant by adding another person in the mix.

You want to say yes.

Rex pumps into you — once, twice, three more times — before he's spilling inside you with a muffled groan.

He collapses against you, his weight grounding you from the way the aftershocks of your orgasm threaten to float you away.

"Is that a yes?" Rex asks against your skin, hand sliding down to where he's still inside you despite the way his cock is softening.

You jolt in sensitivity as his fingers brush against your stretched out entrance. "Rex," you sigh out, arching underneath him as best you can.

His fingers scoop up what little cum escaped your pussy and brings them up to his mouth.

Rex is positively sinful as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, and you shiver just thinking about what his tongue is doing — you know exactly how that tongue feels.

You think about Fives' cocky demeanor. You've heard rumblings of him being the best pussy eater in the GAR. You think of Kix's pretty face and his perfect pouty lips. You think of Echo's sweet smile and the dark intent you've seen in his eyes a few times when you meet Rex and the boys at 79s.

You think of Cody.

You've only met the Marshall Commander a few times and each time you're wracked with guilt. There's something in his presence — the way he commands the room and your respect.

You've seen the way he barks out orders and expects obedience. How he receives obedience without question.

"I think we can pick someone to bring in," you agree, cunt fluttering around him at the mere thought of Cody in your bed with the two of you.

~

You and Rex had a very lengthy and detailed conversation about what would happen if a certain commander joined the two of you in bed.

Everything would be on your terms, Rex assured you, eyes wide and earnest while he held your hand between the two of his. You say the word and it stops.

Your heart swells. How did you get so lucky?

I know, you had said, bringing your hands up to press a kiss to Rex's knuckles, thank you for this.

Truthfully, this has been a fantasy of yours for years. Even before you met Rex, you wanted to have a threesome. You just never thought you'd find someone who'd be willing to indulge you.

You appreciate Rex for taking your feelings into account like this. He's always been so sweet to you — so caring.

You wonder if Cody will treat you rougher.

~

You feel like a deer in headlights as the door to your private quarters slide open.

Being a volunteer medic, a female medic at that, gives you special privileges such as your own room with a special code to get in that only three people know — yourself, Rex, and General Skywalker.

Rex is already in your room, doing who knows what in your kitchen, and the general always lets you know beforehand if he has to make a stop by your room.

Heat floods your cheeks and your mouth drops open as Commander fucking Cody steps into your room.

"C-commander," you stutter out, tugging the hem of the shirt you stole from Rex down to cover your thighs a little more.

Heat floods your face as you stand in nothing more than a pair of panties and a too-large shirt in front of the commander.

His dark gaze rakes over your form, lingering at the expanse of skin of your legs. Your name leaves his lips in greeting and you feel your body melt at the sound of it.

You want to hear it again.

Hands close around your hips from behind you, and you would have jumped three feet into the air if they didn't clamp down and keep you anchored.

"You still want to do this, pretty girl?" Rex whispers into your ear, pressing the length of his hardening cock against your ass.

You shudder and instinctively press back into him, "Yes," you sigh, fighting to keep your eyes open as Cody inspects you.

The attention makes you flush, makes you want to curl in on yourself.

Cody's hand shoots out to grab your forearm as it attempts to wrap around your stomach.

"Don't you dare hide from me," he says lowly, and like always he expects obedience.

You have no intention of disappointing him.

There is no sound in the room other than your harsh breathing. It's so silent that you're almost positive they can hear the rapid beating of your heart.

'You gonna be a good girl for us?" Cody asks, stepping even further into your space. His thumb swipes across your wrist and your eyes flutter shut.

"You gonna answer him, sweet thing?" Rex prompts with another sharp roll of his hips.

You gasp against the pressure. There's something different in the air tonight.

Sex with Rex is usually slow and sweet — sensual in every sense of the word. But, Cody has brought a new type of dominance with him and Rex seems to be feeding off on it.

Your skin prickles with excitement.

"Yes," you breathe out, looking up at Cody through your lashes, "I'll be good for you," you promise.

Cody smirks. "Good girl," he praises, and it sets your whole body alight. "Now, go the bedroom for us. Clothes off."

You're moving before you even register. His words echo in your brain.

Good girl good girl good girl.

You'd do whatever he said if Cody kept calling you that.

You'd say you left a trail of clothing behind you, but you really aren't wearing enough clothes to do that. The only thing marking your path is the oversized shirt of Rex's and your panties with a little wet patch on them.

Standing before the bed, nerves begin to creep up your throat.

How do they want you on the bed? Do they want you ass up? Or would they rather see you on your back?

You shake your head. Don't overthink it.

You settle on the bed on your knees, spread far enough that the two troopers will get a good view of your soaked cunt when they walk in.

Briefly, you wonder if the two of them would be mad if you rubbed your clit while you wait for them to walk in. They're taking so long they must be teasing you.

Just as your hand begins to slide over your thighs to your wet heat, Cody clears his throat.

"We didn't give you permission to touch yourself."

Your whine high in your throat as your hand snaps back into place behind your back. "Please," you whimper, pushing your chest out enticingly.

Cody laughs and peels his gloves off, dropping them on the desk next to him. "She always beg so prettily?"

Rex huffs and leans against the doorway, eyes locked on your dripping core. "Only when she feels neglected."

Fuck, it shouldn't be, but it's horrendously hot the way they talk about you like you aren't even there. The two of them talk about you and look at you like you're an exhibit in an art museum.

Like you've been hung up for their viewing pleasure only.

Cody tsks as he approaches the bed, "Do you think we're neglecting you?" he asks, finally directing his words to you. His hand comes up to grasp your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze, "You want a little attention?"

You gasp and grind your hips down into the covers. Fuck, this is so much better than you could have imagined.

It's obvious Cody is taking the lead here. Whether it's just instinct for Rex to fall behind and follow Cody's lead or if they talked about this previously, it's clear as day that Cody is in charge.

Your cunt clenches around nothing.

The grip on your chin tightens. "Answer me," Cody barks, his other hand coming up to grope your breast. "Do you think we're neglecting you?"

"No!" you cry out, shoving your chest into his hand. His hand tweaks your nipple deliciously.

"No?" Cody repeats, twisting your hard bud until you yelp, "You're just that desperate for a cock?"

You feel yourself turning to putty in his hands. This is a stark 180 from Rex's gentle words and slow thrusts and you relish in it.

"Please!" you beg, tears beginning to prick your eyes as Cody's hand switches to your other breast, "Please touch me,"

Rex pushes off the wall to climb onto the bed behind you, "He is touching you, mesh'la," he points out, pressing branding kisses to your neck. "Use your words. Where do you want him to touch you?"

You're melting in their hands. Losing all coherency and thought as they play you like an instrument they've been practicing for years.

"My pussy! Please, commander?" your sob echoes through your room as Cody leans down to bite your breast.

His soothes the sting with his tongue, "Such a filthy mouth," he murmurs into your skin. "Rex, you didn't tell me she was such a nasty girl,"

Rex hums behind you, hands sliding across your stomach and skating over the spot you need it most. "She usually isn't so nasty," he replies, as if he's disappointed. "She's usually such a good girl,"

You jerk in their hands. No! "I can be good!" you promise, voice hinging on desperation. "Please, I can be good!"

"Yeah?" Cody asks as he wedges his legs between yours to force your thighs wider. "You can be good?" At your hurried nod, he hums, "Then why don't you get on your hands and knees and put that mouth to use? I want you to suck my vod off until he's begging you to stop."

You gasp at his words, and you feel Rex's cock throb behind you. Fuck, you think as your cunt flutters around nothing.

A sharp pinch to your inner thigh has your spurring into motion.

You flip over with no grace, settling onto your knees in front of Rex. Your hands grab at his waistband and you pull his cock out with little dignity.

Your mouth waters just looking at it.

Rex's hands bury into your hair, not forcing you to take him into your mouth, but a steady presence that you won't be able to forget.

You look up at him through your lashes as you take the tip into your mouth and suck.

Rex's fingers tighten in your hair and his groan shakes the bed.

Your tongue traces the blunt ridge of his cockhead while your hand fists his length. You suckle on his tip like one of the hard candies you keep on your desk and your eyes roll in the back of your head as Rex tugs on your hair.

"Fuck," Rex gasps, head dropping back, "your mouth is so hot," he pants, hips tense with the effort to not force the rest of his length down your throat. "That's my good girl,"

You moan around his cock, bobbing to take more into your mouth. Your jaw stretches around the girth of him. Rex is just so big. Your hands stroke what you can't fit in your mouth, twisting with each upstroke in a way that never fails to make Rex tremble.

A broad hand clamps around the back of your neck, "I know you can take more of him," Cody whispers in your ear, fingers squeezing briefly. "Be a good girl and take him down your throat."

You groan again, and the vibrations cause Rex to buck his hips.

His cock bumps the back of your throat, making you sputter and try to pull back but Cody's grip keeps you in place.

Fuck, you're so wet. The way the two of them use your body has your clit throbbing and begging for even the barest of touch.

"Easy," Cody soothes, "Relax for us, cyar'ika. You can take him further," His hand not on your neck grabs and kneads the meat of your ass.

Rex trembles beneath you, and his harsh breathing echoes in your ears, almost louder than the sound of your thudding heart. "Such a good girl for us, baby," he pants, "such a good cocksucker."

Fuck. You whimper around his length and take him deeper and deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against the curls against his base.

Your throat convulses around the hard length, and it's all you can do to fight back your gag reflex. Tears leak down your cheeks as you look up at the captain above you.

"Shit," Rex hisses, staring down at you in awe, "Look at you, pretty thing. F-fuck, you're so gorgeous with your lips stretched around me."

Cody's hand leaves your neck to glide down your back, over the curve of your ass until he finally brushes against your soaking folds. "This wet all from sucking some cock?" he whistles as he pushes two of his ridiculously thick fingers into you, "You found a good one, Rex,"

Rex throbs in your throat, "You can say that again," he pants, "fuck, she looks so good like this." One of his hands comes up to swipe away your tears. "Looks so pretty crying for me."

The two of them are all-consuming. You think you've never been this wet. Rex is invading all of your senses while Cody leads an onslaught on your nerves.

Behind you, the commander knocks your knees wider, making you sputter around Rex's cock at the sudden movement.

"Sh—it," Rex drags out as your throat spasms around his length. "Should keep you just like this, all day everyday. Would you like that, you nasty thing?"

Yes! you want to cry out. You settle for dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his cock.

Cody slaps the length of his cock against your dripping pussy, "I think she'd love that," he agrees, voice hoarse.

Your slick drenches his cock, getting him soaked enough to slide into you.

You know without even looking that he's big. You silently thank Jango's immaculate genes. You'll be feeling the stretch of Cody for days.

"You want me to fuck you?" Cody asks, thrusting his cock between your folds. The head of his cock presses against your clit with unerring accuracy.

"Yes," you garble around Rex's cock.

Rex's strong hands wrench your head off his length, and you suck in breath like a drowning woman.

You sputter and flush as saliva drips down your lips and chin. You strain against Rex's grip, reaching back for his soaked cock. "Please," you beg, stuck between wanting to push back against Cody's teasing cock and reach forward to finish the job you started.

"Please, what?" Rex asks, tilting your head backwards to get a better view of your messy face. "Please fuck you? Please let you suck my cock?"

"Yes!" you sob, eyes clenching shut. Your whole body trembles with need. You want everything. You want to feel Cody splitting you open while Rex's cock is lodged down your throat. You want to soak the bed with your release and taste Rex's cum as he shoots his load down your throat.

Yet, you can't get a single word out other than please.

Cody slides into you with one powerful thrust.

You wail your pleasure into the room, mouth falling open.

Fuck, Cody is splitting you in two. His hand reaches around your body to close around your shoulders, using his grip as leverage to force you back onto his cock.

It's cataclysmic, the way he fucks you. Cody is ruining you as his hard length pounds into you. He's molding you into a perfect hole for him — carving out a spot just for him.

"Such a tight little thing," Cody grits out, "Tightest damn cunt I've ever had,"

You're crying in earnest now. Nonsense spills from your lips while your hands scramble for purchase, whether its trying to grab at Cody or Rex.

Cody grunts in exertion while his other hand slides around your hip to rub earth-shattering circles around your clit. "Put her mouth back to good use, vod'ika," he pants.

Rex's hand in your hair brings your mouth back to his cock, and you instantly latch your lips around him.

The force of Cody's thrusts have you taking more and more of Rex's length down your throat.

You're too fucked out already to do little more than just let the two men above you use you as they please. You lose yourself in the ebb and flow of Cody's thrusts that push you onto Rex's cock.

"Fuck," Rex gasps, hand trailing down to close loosely around your throat. He can feel how his cock plunges down your throat through the thin skin of your neck. "Wish I had a camera," he pants, "Take a picture of your lips stretched around my cock,"

You moan is near violent at his words, and Rex almost doubles over you. Fuck, you want that. You'd let him do it.

Cody's hips smack into you with a single-mindedness that has you shaking around him.

"You like that idea don't you," he hisses, speeding up his circles around your clit, "I could feel the way you clenched around me. You want someone to take pictures of you, huh?" Cody curses and his hips start to falter, "You gonna cum for us, sweet thing?"

You try your best to nod around Rex's cock. You roll your tongue along the bottom of Rex's cock before you hollow your cheeks and suck, and that's all it takes for Rex to spill down your throat.

"Fuck!" Rex cries out, pumping his hips. His fingers tighten to the point of pain in your hair but you love it. "Such a good girl, drinking down my cum like that,"

You're walking across a livewire, you feel. You're so close to release that it hurts, and Cody is fucking you raw.

Pressure builds in your gut and you clench around Cody so hard that he's nearly pushed out of your sopping cunt.

Cody's hand presses between your shoulder blades, shoving your upper body into the sheets in front of Rex. He lifts himself up and drives down into you, putting both hands on your hips for leverage and absolutely annihilating you with his new angle.

You sob into the sheets. Cody's ruining you. You'll never be the same. You want more.

As if reading your mind, Rex's hand somehow snakes beneath you to circle fast and tight around your clit.

You shatter to pieces between them.

Your orgasm is near violent. You flood the sheets, a wave of slick releasing from your cunt as Cody pulls out and spurts his release across the small of your back.

The room is filled with the sound of your heavy pants, and you twitch in sensitivity against the sheets. You've collapsed against the sticky covers, wet with your mess.

You've just squirted, you faintly realize, but all thought is quickly ejected from your head as Cody's hot tongue drags up your thigh to clean up the trails of cum.

Rex's fingers leave your clit, and you only have a second to mourn the loss before he's scooping up Cody's cum on your back and bringing his fingers up to your lips.

Your mouth closes greedily around the fingers, and your tongue swirls around them to lick up every last drop of cum.

You're content to just lay between them for a moment. The two of them rub soothing circles into your skin and push your hair out of your eyes, all while murmuring low words of praise.

Good girl.

Did so good for us.

Such a sweet little thing.

You're nearly asleep by the time Cody's fingers, still wet with your cum, brush across your puckered asshole.

"Maybe next time she can take one of us here."

[secretly-a-trekkie]

to me this is a canon event

[sn1ps]

Just crying 😭😭 our boys 💔

[foxwithadarkside]

-And how do you Batch have fun? -Throwing Crosshair. Inspared by this analyze by @masksketchies

Where's Cross?

@eobe @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe

[yunyun160]

[ochsabird]

Rex.

[storminormins]

The borrowed braincell from the 501st

[yunyun160]

Hidden Crosshair

The wallpaper version has been updated on Ko-fi ☕ Feel free to use it if needed.

Hidden Crosshair - Yun's Ko-fi Shop

Can be used as a mobile device wallpaper.

[lilhawkeyeiii]

Orders

Commander Cody x afab!Reader x Captain Rex

Rating: ahahahaha fUCK |||| Word Count: 1.3k |||| SWTCW |||| NSFW Masterlist

Summary: Cody might be in control, but you’re still gonna fuck Rex till he cries 😌✌🏽

A/N: this is all @delusionsxfgrandeur and her anons’ fault for planting the idea in my head, but then the REST OF Y’ALL apparently liked the stupid drabble I wrote in less than ten minutes, so here, have a whole one shot you thirsty hoes😤

Maybe you shouldn’t have licked your lips while staring hungrily at Rex when you walked out of the fresher to stand before him and Cody. The poor man looked ready to pass out, eyes wide in disbelief as his gaze roamed over your nude form… save for the 501st-blue thigh high socks that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

You’d all talked about this before, of course. Cody wanted nothing more than to see you fuck the stress out of his Skywalker-stress-afflicted vod, and you had to admit that if you weren’t so hopelessly head-over-heels for Cody, Rex might’ve caught your eye.

Now, though, you let Cody be the center of your attention, knowing there was no better way to rile Rex up. You sauntered forward until you stood before Cody and sucked in a sharp breath when he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“You gonna be good for us today, cyare?” He murmurs, loud enough for your guest to hear.

You look up at Cody through your lashes, an innocent smile crossing your face. “Yes, Commander.”

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You can feel Cody’s breath brushing over your skin as he kisses his way down your lower spine, one of his hands slipping around you and between your thighs as you suck on the swollen head of Rex’s cock.

“Gotta get you ready for him, don’t I?” Cody rumbles, and you feel Rex’s thighs tensing beneath your fingertips.

You’re loath to pull away from Rex, too intent on working his cock deeper into your mouth, so you hum in agreement instead. The vibrations have Rex clutching desperately at the sheets beneath him, his hips bucking up weakly. You wonder if he’s ever felt this good before. Selfishly, you hope he hasn’t.

“Don’t let him cum yet, cyare,” Cody orders sternly, his thumb rubbing leisurely circles against your clit as he watches you tease the captain. “Unless he’d rather cum in your mouth than your pussy.”

No. You’re determined to see Rex fall apart underneath you, so you pull your mouth off of him quickly, but decide to leave him with a final, taunting lick up his shaft. Cody slaps your ass in response while Rex tries to remember how to breathe again, but you’re too full of pride to be truly reprimanded.

“I want to ride him,” you say, making sure Rex’s eyes are on you so you can see the way his pupils dilate.

“Stars, yes,” he readily agrees.

Cody’s touch leaves you as he moves to sit at the top of the bed, giving you the semblance of freedom while remaining very much in control. You slowly but confidently climb onto the bed and straddle Rex’s hips, your palms splaying across his abdomen as his hands instinctively come up to grip your waist. He stares up at you like you’ve hung the stars themselves in the sky, and it’s at that moment you decide to try and push him as far as he’ll go. You want this to be so good for him that he cries for you.

The thought alone has you growing wetter by the second, and you whimper in frustration because you’re unable to rub your thighs together in your current position. Instead, you lower yourself down until Rex’s cock is trapped between your slick lips and his front, and finally you’re able to get some of the friction you’re seeking by rocking your hips against him. Rex’s fingers dig into you as he tries to hold you closer against him, and you can feel his cock twitching against you as you get him wet in preparation.

A stern snap of your names from Cody has both you and Rex halting instantly, falling back into submission in the wake of the Commander’s reminder. He’s always good to those who follow his commands without question, and now isn’t the time to challenge him.

“Thought you wanted to fuck him, mesh’la?” He mocks, and you look up to find him seated against the headboard, thumb spreading his own precum along the length of his stiff cock. Your mouth falls open and eyes become hooded with desire as he teases you with what you can’t have, but a tip of his head towards the man below you makes you realize what you can currently do.

“That’s it, cyare. Just like that, take him slowly. You see how his eyes roll back?” Cody directs your every movement as you line Rex up with your cunt and begin to stretch yourself open on him. You’re not about to disobey Cody now, not when you know he’ll reward you for being so good for both of them.

He watches you with dark eyes as you sink further onto Rex’s cock. You can feel the blond trembling below you as he reacts just like Cody said he would, mouth dropping open in a strangled moan and eyes fluttering shut. The stretch feels so good as he fills you, but seeing the normally-reserved captain losing all sense of coherency because of your pussy? You’re not about to cut this short for your own pleasure.

Instead, you shift up so only the tip of his cock remains within you, tearing a desperate whine from his lips as his brow furrows.

“Wha—” he begins to question before tipping his head back with a frustrated groan. “Mesh’la, please— fuck!”

You sink all the way onto him in one fluid motion, and by the pure ecstasy on his face, you’re pretty sure Rex is struggling not to cum immediately. With a quick glance at Cody and his permission given with a smirk, you clench your cunt tightly around Rex.

His cry of your name is the sweetest sound he’s made all night. Maybe it won’t be too hard to get tears flowing from his eyes after all.

“Is it too much for you, Captain?” You coo, sliding one hand further up his chest as you lazily fuck yourself on his cock. “Tell me how my pussy feels, Rex.”

It takes him several obvious moments of harsh panting before your question registers. “Feels good, mesh’la,” he slurs, head tilting back to display the taut expanse of his neck. It captures your fascination as he tries to continue. “Can’t— gonna cum, please.”

His eyes fly open as your fingers close around his neck, applying enough pressure to remind him he’s at your mercy. He goes slack under you, completely compliant and waiting. You’ve never felt so powerful, and now you understand the rush Cody’s felt this entire time.

“Cum in me now, Captain.”

Rex’s strangled shout mixes with Cody’s own broken groan, but you’re too transfixed on the tears trailing out of the corner of Rex’s eyes to notice. Distantly, you can feel his cum fill you and begin to leak out and down the inside of your thighs, but this final sight is what finally is enough to have you reach your own peak. Rex’s choked plea as your cunt flutters tightly around him is like music to your ears, and you hope you’ll get a chance to overstimulate him again before the night is over. For now, you let yourself collapse against his chest, sighing contentedly when his hands drift upwards to hold you steady against him.

You shift just enough to look up at where Cody is, and the sight that meets you already has that all-familiar heat pooling in your belly again. The commander is slumped back against the headboard, ropes of pearly white cum streaked up his abdomen and chest as his shoulders rise andfall heavily while he recovers. He’d cum hard from just the sight of you, and you want nothing more than to lick him clean and encourage him to get hard again. Maybe he’ll rail you while Rex watches this time… but that can wait until you’ve caught your breath.

“Fuck,” Rex says blankly into the silence that’s descended on the three of you. The sheer simplicity of his reaction has you burst into giggles.

“Fuck, indeed.”

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[djarrex]

I have a personal headcannon that since Anakin threw him off that wall, Rex has a bit of a fear of heights. So then I had the thot of being out with Rex somewhere and maybe it's like a ride or in a ship or something that takes you and him up high and he's freaking out about the height so to help distract him you start doing some naughty things. Maybe giving him a blow or just slowly riding him, anything to distract him. [From the anon who gave Force Sensitive Fives thots]

Oh hello there 😈

I’m thinking maybe you’re a medic (me and my creativity) and you’re flown in to assist Kix with the wounded on some planet that is very unlevel and mountainous. It’s lush - there are trees actually everywhere, coated with different size and colored leaves and it really makes it hard to see where you’re stepping. Anyways.

18+ only below the cut (oral - m receiving)

***

You’re always up to working with the 501st; they’re your favorite lads in the entire GAR and truly know how to have a good time - that is, when they’re not groaning in pain and you’re not covered in their blood as you patch ‘em up. While on the gunship, you heard from the escorts that the Captain will be meeting you once they drop you to take you up the ridge where their camp currently is located. The gunship isn’t able to land because of the abundance of trees and extremely uneven terrain near the camp, so they’re dropping you several klicks west. Now you’re giddy to land - not because you’re going to get all muddy and bloody from patching up the wounded, but because you’ve had a sort of crush on Captain Rex even since the first time you worked with the 501st and now you’re going to get some one-on-one time with him. Yeah, he’s a clone and you quite literally see “him” every day, but Rex is different. 

As you hop off the gunship, the famous blonde-buzzed Captain Rex of the five-oh-first is waiting for you with his bucket clutched to his side and a welcoming - yet professional - smile plastered on his face.

***

“I never took you as the one to be wary of heights, Captain.” You’re following close behind him, observing as he looks back and forth way too many times between either side of the two of you. You’re hiking up the steady incline - a thin pathway is cleared in the leaves from numerous beings before you, in between the large trees and overcrowding of foliage. There’s a decent fall awaiting either one of you if you stepped off just a few feet out of line, but nothing too dangerous. It’s quiet - calm. No one is around, and you doubt anyone will be around until you get closer to camp. 

"I’m cautious,” Rex grumbled under his breath while making a larger-than-necessary step over a branch in the path. “I’ve been thrown around too many damn times. You’d know what I mean if you commanded under General Skywalker.” You couldn’t help but smile at his admission; lucky you’re behind him because the last thing you wanted was for him to see you blush.

The two of you chat about some of the fun nights at 79′s that you were lucky to be a part of, laughing in unison when you bring up that one time Hardcase and Fives accidently got into a brawl with a Devaronian for some unknown reason. You can tell Rex isn’t fully enjoying the conversation because he’s too damn busy watching his feet and looking off the sides of the ridge. You’re pretty high up now, and you feel for the guy - his cautiousness. 

“You know...” you stop, the absence of leaf-crunching coming from behind Rex has him turning around to face you. “I can take your mind off of how high up we are, if you’d be up for it.”

...Where did that come from?

He takes off his helmet and raises a brow. “Well my mind was off of it before you’d just brought it back up.” The eye-roll was evident in his tone, followed by a loud sigh. “Fine. What did you have in mind?”

You... in no way think you’d get this far...

With a mischievous smile, you kneel down in front of him - the crispy leaves crunching underneath the weight of your knees as you wait for some kind of verbal reaction out of his increasingly flustered form. 

“What are you-”

“Captain,” you coo up in his direction while maintaining steady eye contact with his codpiece. “Let me help you.” Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you raise a hand and rest your palm against his hard thigh piece. You haven’t yet looked up at him - in fear of completely embarrassing yourself - but he isn’t signaling with any intentions of stopping you.

Green light, then?

Just being on your knees in front of this well-known and perfect soldier has you wetter than the rocks beneath the waterfalls of Naboo. You’re nervous, sure, but more aroused than you’ve ever been. Adrenaline pumps through you once you realize Rex has no intention of stopping you - no qualms on his end for allowing you to do what he knows you’re about to do.

Finally, you look up at him.

The facial expression caked on his handsome features says it all.

You watch each little movement of the muscles in his face; the way his lips part, the way his pupils move as they track you, the way brow raises ever so slightly. You’ve never seen Rex look at anyone this way before. Wanting to waste no more time, you work at his codpiece; you get it undone in moments - a groan comes up from Rex’s parted lips as you let the plastoid fall to the ground. 

He’s hard. The sight of his impressive bulge eye-level with you makes you involuntarily whimper as you rub your thighs together to create some kind of friction against the ache between your legs. 

You tentatively reach your shaky hand into his blacks and wrap your fingers around his thick cock. It’s velvety smooth, painfully hard, and extremely warm in your hand as you give him a few experimental strokes while still confined within the material of his blacks. You glance up at him and it’s evident he’s trying to keep his composure - which spurs you on even more. Something primal - dark, and resting deep inside of you wants to see this man crumble at your mercy.

As you use your other hand to tug down his bottoms just a tad lower, he growls. He fucking growls, and everything - including his composure - flies off the damn ridge. You don’t waste any more time touching and feeling him because you want his gorgeous fucking cock down your throat. His eyes are hungry but patient, and you take that and run with it before kissing the tip, making him twitch.

"I can take your mind off everything, Captain."

You don't stop sucking him off until he's trembling with his fists clenching at his sides - even after he's already shot his delicious load down your throat.

***

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[djarrex]

very inappropriate thot incoming bc I'm a scrambled egg for this man

thinking about

captain rex mounting you and pounding you into oblivion

like, his foot on your cheek to keep your face pressed into whatever surface he's ruining you on with a fist full of your hair

ass the most flushed shade from his thighs smacking so incredibly hard against your skin

the wet squelching of your juicy cunt sucking him in fills the air

you can feel him spear your stomach with how firmly and deep his cock pistons in and out of you

he's not usually this brazen and rough but every now and then the two of you like to take it to lengths like this - times when you both feel as if you are in shambles and need to feel lost in extreme sensations

your lungs feel thick and throat scratchy and all you can speak is his name in a punched out whimper

similarly rex is grunting out clipped words of praise and low gravelly sounds that make your body melt beneath him

he tells you to cum when he's close because rex loves to feel you come apart and gush as he's driving home

he pulls out and leans down to watch how his spend slowly spills from the way you quiver and gape for him

you can feel yourself push out his cum with every twitch of your legs and rex hums from behind you as he too easily slips two fingers inside

he languidly thrusts them in your spent and swollen pussy then pulls them out only to replace them with his mouth

you're oversensitive and a little sore but rex's lips and tongue are like a balm that soothes the slight ache

lifting your head to look back at him and watch as he eats you out from behind, you can't help but rock against his perfect face

it feels like mere seconds go by in slow motion before rex is flipping you on your back, grabbing his hardening cock and slapping it against your clit

you jolt with each slap, clenching around nothing, and whining his name as a plea for him to stop and to also keep going

rex is hard again rather quickly, wasting no time sinking his cock back inside your juicy slicked cunt

this time he's not as rough

instead, rex lowers himself to press his sticky body against yours

his thrusts are slower, more reverent and sensual but still hit just as deep even with the change of angle

he kisses you passionately and it doesn't take long until you're both finishing together, panting quietly and letting rex rest his weight on top of you until he's ready to move

[djarrex]

Staying the Night at the Lawquane’s

part of the Edge of Everywhere series // Captain Rex x f!reader

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You and Rex travel to Saleucami to warn Cut and his family about everything that had happened mere days ago, and the idea of starting a family of your own gets revisited.

EXPLICIT | 18+ only | about 1.9k words | angst, unprotected piv, breeding kink, light choking, plugging

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