How many times had it been? You didn't know anymore. Within the last 3 weeks, you've watched the bright white and blue streaks and swirls of hyperspace more times than you can count, and usually you do a very good job of keeping track.
Maybe your loss of count was indicative of how stressful the last few weeks have been. Between running back and forth everywhere, bouncing between different battalions, companies, and corps, politics, and the war in general, your mental fortitude was starting to wear thin.
Then it happened. Umbara.
Umbara was a nightmare that you couldn't even begin to wrap your head around. Unthinkable. Disastrous. Devastating. When you heard about it, it made your head spin so much you collapsed to your knees; and you weren't even there.
You were supposed to be.
As a citizen soldier of the GAR, you were in a special position compared to the rest. Most end up stationed on a planet or two, but you had the skills and qualifications to go just about anywhere. You fought with a plethora of different legions and Jedi on numerous worlds, and sat in on many political meetings on Coruscant. Umbara was supposed to be no different.
Umbara looked to be another run of the mill fight for domination on a more than complicated front, and you were ready for it. You were prepped to be a supply runner. Then last minute you were pulled out and stationed somewhere else because they needed more hands on supply in a recovery effort.
"They will be fine," you thought.
Stars, were you wrong. So horrendously wrong.
Pong Krell gave many Jedi, clones, and citizen soldiers alike the ick with his harsh discipline and high casualty rates, but he won every front he fought on. Amongst all the death that followed him, his skill was there. It was enough to make the GAR overlook his casualty rates, and it disgusted you. Your trust in the 501st and Jedi General Anakin Skywalker held your comforts close, and laid many of the worries you had for Rex and your boys to rest.
What you didn't know was that General Skywalker got pulled away, and Rex was left alone with the lives of the 501st in his hands, all at the mercy of that vile scumbag.
Its been a few days since, and despite the tragedy Rex had to go through, he was back in action, off to the next planet to handle the next battle or conflict thrown his way.
The whoosh of a blast door opening broke you out of your spiraled thoughts.
"I was wondering where you were."
You turned and looked up to see Rex standing there, bucket under his arm and a faint smile on his face. He was tired, and you could see it plain as day. You wanted to take that away for him. You would take away any burden, or anything he asked you to to help him feel better.
"I just needed to think. Or not think. I don't know which right now," you replied softly.
He sat down on the floor next to you, passing you his helmet. You liked to look at it and trace the little scrapes and ridges. It put you at ease to hold the man of your affections helmet. It was a compliment you would cherish forever.
"Do you do this?" You asked.
He tilted his head in confusion.
"Do what?"
"Play with your helmet. Just look at it, trace the patterns and scrapes?"
"Ah," he shrugged. "A little, every now and then. I try to take care of it as best I can, so for me its more of an inspection thing."
You nodded.
"I get that. I do that to my own things," you replied. "Does it bother you when I mess with it?"
"No, not all."
His reassurance helped ease your heart and mind, despite already knowing it didn't make him upset.
"Rex?"
He hummed and looked back to you.
"I'm sorry," you trailed off.
Frown lines appeared on his face as he rose his eyebrows.
"What for?"
You looked out the window, eyes drinking in the swirl of color as you scrambled to put your feelings together.
"I-I don't know," you whispered. "You see so much, and after what happened a few days ago, I struggle to sleep. I struggle falling asleep at night thinking about the horror you went through, and I wasn't even there. And I feel guilty... so guilty."
Rex watched you fight the urge to cry as you fiddled with his helmet. He understood the guilt of being haunted by events you weren't even there for, a lot more than he would like to admit. And his heart was breaking for you.
"There's nothing to feel guilty for, cyar'ika. I... I understand."
It was your turn to look and raise your eyebrows in confusion at him.
Rex chuckled a bit.
"I have nightmares sometimes. Nightmares about things I wasn't there for. Cody, he was on an assignment with General Kenobi a few months ago, and it was a rough one. I had nightmares for about a week, and I felt guilty. I felt guilty because I wasn't there, yet my brother's were. What did I have to be plagued by?"
You turned towards him as he spoke, your own sorrows and worry taking a backseat to the need to comfort the man you loved so deeply it hurt.
"There's nothing to feel guilty about," Rex met your eyes.
His brown orbs were soft, caring, reassuring. They were more beautiful than any view the galaxy could provide, and you were beyond grateful to be one of the people who get to look into those eyes.
"I was supposed to be there. And I can't help but wonder it things would've been different, if I could've helped, or if he wouldn't have done those horrendous things to you because a civilian was there. Logically I know it probably wouldn't have made a difference, but fucking hell what if it did?" You rattled on.
"I hate to say it, but if you were there and he didn't commit those crimes, he would still be out there fighting on another front, murdering more clones," Rex said gently.
You dropped your eyes to the floor.
"I know," you whispered almost inaudible.
Rex reached for your hand and gave it squeeze, rubbing his thumb in circles.
"I j-just...".
Rex gave your hand another squeeze, urging you to continue.
Fear started to grab at your mind. You love this man. Its not a crush, or a fleeting feeling you get every once in a while. You fell hard for him. Any moment you get to be with him is one you cherish, working with him makes your heart flutter and skip a beat, and you would do absolutely anything for him.
But you didn't know if he felt the same for you. Sure, you and him share close and personal thoughts with each other, he seeks out your company just like you seek his, but does he feel the same as you, or does he regard you as a close friend?
Little did you know, him holding your hand made his pulse skyrocket, and damn stars was he enamored with you. It was taking everything he had to try and keep his racing thoughts at bay.
"I-I just... seeing you in pain, seeing you so tired, and hearing about the horrors you face all the time, it hurts. It hurts so fucking much, Rex," you sobbed. "It hurts so fucking much and all I want to do is taking it all from you and deal with it myself, and I can't. I can't stop thinking about you and the what ifs."
Rex froze, his breath catching in his throat.
"Rex, I love you and I just want to protect you," you cried.
He felt like he was floating. A blush creeped up his neck and to his cheeks, and his heart was racing faster than ever.
"Y-You love me?"
He mentally smacked himself.
"What kind of response was that, you di'kut?" He thought.
Your face flushed and you panicked.
"I-I... I do, I love you, Rex," you admitted quietly, sniffling and wiping your face with your free hand. "This was not how I wanted to tell you though if I must admit."
Rex let out a quiet yet happy laugh.
"I can imagine," he joked, raising an eyebrow at you playfully.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment. The air was thick with the weight of your feelings and admission.
"Do you feel the same?"
Rex sat there stunned. He honestly thought his feelings were obvious, and you just didn't feel the same, but now it was clear: you were both oblivious as hell.
"I do, I really do."
Your wide eyes snapped up and locked with his.
"If I'm honest I thought it was obvious. I had just guessed you didn't feel the same," he admitted.
You let out an amused and shocked gasp.
"See, I thought my feelings were obvious and you didn't feel the same," you replied.
Rex shook his head.
"I guess were both pretty dense, huh?"
You sniffled again and as you nodded, a soft smile on your face.
"Yeah, I guess so."
You moved closer to him and your head made its way onto his shoulder.
"Mesh'la?"
"Hm?"
"I appreciate you caring about me and wanting to protect me. It means more than you know," Rex spoke.
With a soft hum you nuzzled into him, giving his hand a squeeze.
"Hey Rex?"
"Yes?"
"When everything is over, I want to fly as far as we can. I want to fly far away, and we can find ourselves somewhere peaceful. No chaos, no worries, just peace and comfort."
Rex smiled.
"We can fly to the edge of space, to the end of the galaxy and those that come after it," he whispered, moving to wrap an arm around you.
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Rex has what I like to call "black canary syndrome" - it's where you ship or partner up a messy or chaotic character with an even messier and chaotic character and it makes them look like they are the calm and normal one. (Called such because people think BC is level headed and calm because she is paired with Green Arrow, but look at her in most solo titles or BOP and she's a fucking train wreck.)
Of course Rex always looks calm, cool, collected, even a little put out. He's next to Ahsoka and Anakin. Take him away from his Jedi and he becomes much snarkier and his recklessness stands out lmao. I'm just saying, I know in my heart that Rex is more chaotic than people give him credit for, he's 501st's captain!
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I'm all up in my feels with this one so fair warning beforehand. This is basically a bit of deep and personal therapy that I needed to cope with and I feel like the best way for me to do that is write about it. This is Post-O66 Rex but he's not as old as he is in Rebels. Basically smack-dab between the ages of both gifs above. The second gif implies he has a child by then🙈
Pairing: Post O66 Rex x Jedi Knight Reader
Warnings: Surfacing fears, lingering medical complications, talk of parental death, slight mention of miscarriage, comfort through conflict, breeding kink, PinV unprotected, edging, trying for pregnancy, exhibitionism.
Summary: Rex saved you from definite execution back when things drastically changed. You tried as you might to put your past behind you. Everyone you knew and loved was killed during Order 66 and it was still a painful, festering wound, though slaved by Rex's tender love and devotion to you upon your first interaction. The Republic collapsed as well as the rules and stipulations that went with it. It's been years since you've been on the Imperial radar. Rex wants to settle down. Make a proper life for you. Only your subconscious and underlying medical condition isn't going to let it be that easy.
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My kofi ✨
The sun was setting low on the Sorgan horizon, shining like blaster rays through the clouds. It was going to rain soon, you could smell the sweetness in the air transpiring from the thick foliage. The big, green rock you've grown to call home was a breathable, forested swamp planet located in the Outer Rim Territories; far enough away from any Republic or Imperial radar. You've been here with Rex, Wolffe and Gregor since you convinced them to leave the barren wasteland that is Seelos. Coming here was your best bet at a life. A real life. One where you weren't constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of your identity being revealed to the wrong person. A life where you could live happy and proud like you truly belonged.
For once.
"There you are, my love." Rex's gruff voice sounded off behind you. You felt his strong, muscular arms slither around your waist and pull you in close, careful not to break your gaze from the golden beams of light. He knew how you loved to watch them paint the sky every dusk and dawn, now dulled by the overcast.
"I hope you're hungry. Wolffe and Gregor will be back soon with today's catch. I making your favorite." He nuzzled his face comfortably into your neck and you could feel his warm smile tickle you with light stubble, but the painful dagger of memories still lingered. Even with his intoxicating presence, your mind wandered to years past. You let out an exhausted sigh, and Rex caught on immediately.
You were in town with him earlier today gathering ingredients for the upcoming meal when you noticed Rex's face light up at the sound of little giggles coming through the hustle and bustle of the market. Parents who brought their young ones to experience the diverse sights and smells of the commonplace were casually perusing the stalls while the children congregated in a festive play area. The silence was deafening when you found your home was empty. Not even the sound of Wolffe whittling away at one of his many wooden figurines that graced your fireplace, nor Gregor making the deliciously eccentric flower tea you taught him to make with the nearby flora that grew around your home. The absence of life weighed you down abundantly.
"Hon? Is... everything alright?" Your eyes are still fixed on the horizon, warmth fading with the sunlight when the cloud cover hits perfectly. You shake your head in admittance and finally look down in defeat. The guilt of making him leave Seelos wasn't the only thing weighing on your mind.
"Are you really happy here? With me?" The question hit him like a drop kick to the chest. He would feel insulted if he hadn't been down this road with you before, but that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt. Luckily, his navigation skills were a marvel to be rewarded.
"You already know the answer to that, don't you?" Rex slides one of his large, immovable hands along your body in and upward mission to reach your chin. He firmly grasps it and easily turns your head to look at him, square in his earthy brown eyes. His smile fades at the sight of tears running down your face.
"Hey, come on," he whispers gently, "What's all this now? What's got you so desolate all of a sudden?" He uses his thumb to wipe your tears away faster than more can fall. You can't form words just yet, so you decide to drop your head against his shoulder to hide your shame. The smell of his clean, civilian clothes you both worked together to sew did wonders to calm you even in your immense distress, but it still wasn't enough. You tried to focus on the day you spent with Rex, picking out fabrics, color coordinating them and deciding on where to hem. He was more than happy to be wearing something other than his blacks. And the fact that these were garments woven and stitched by your joined matrimonial hands gave him an overwhelming sense of pride every time he fit them to his body. The leafy chroma hues he settled on suited him well. But even surrounding yourself with the labor of love couldn't break your attention from the lingering devastation.
"Cyar'ika.. you know I can't help you when you don't talk to me. You might have the force driven intuition but I have my limitations." His attempts at humor were usually enough to pull you back down to reality, but it would take a bit more than that. "Tell me what's bothering you. Please?" Rex is putting his foot down. You love that about him. Even when you're wrought with self loathing he still manages to highlight your inherent worth and dignity. You deserve to be heard and you had his undivided attention.
It felt like you had one of the swampy frogs native to the planet in your throat, coating your wind pipe in mucus while impeding your speech. It was hard to let out any sound other than muffled cries and whimpers. Thank the maker for Rex's patience, he held you through every painful wave of your exhausting episode. Periodically he would stroke your hair, pet your back, press his lips against your forehead, anything to assure you he would never leave you to wade these dangerous waters alone. Finally, he soothed you enough for you to speak.
"Don't you ever feel like we're missing something? We have all this space, all this freedom, but who to share it with? Sure, the boys get a kick out of hunting the local game as well as warding off the occasional band of Klatoonians.. " your voice grew hoarse with the next thought forming in your head, "but who will remember us? Remember you?"
"I-uhm..I thought you said you didn't want kids? Is that what you're talking about?" Rex has you caged against his chest now, eyes searching your face, trying desperately to read your expression. He's painfully confused and you have no one but yourself to thank for that. It's no surprise that Rex has always wanted children with you since day one. You've just always found an excuse to postpone their consideration. But his kind and thoughtful nature never pushed the subject onto you. Your word was final in his eyes. Though, in a way, you think he knew you would come around to the idea.
"I know that's what I said. But... I am slowly realizing that I do, but I also don't. Does that make sense?"
"I'm afraid I uh.. don't follow." Rex lowers his head to look past you at the ground. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but it's obvious he can barely contain his joy at your pending revelation.
"What I mean is," you struggle to find the right words, "I would love to have a child with you. I want to know what they would look like, if they resemble you more than me, watching our son, our daughter grow up..."
"But?" Rex knows you too well. You can't hide a thing from him.
"But.. I am.. terrified." You admit. "I'm terrified I won't be a good mother. That they will be force sensitive and I'll have no choice but to let their abilities fade." Tears are flooding your eyes once again, obstructing your vision. "I don't want them to live with the fear that I did." Your tone is raising to a yell with the growing strain of trying to keep your composure enough to enunciate your final thought.
"But most of all, I am terrified that my condition will prevent me from having them in the first place.. Or that if we try, I will be putting myself or their lives at risk. That my selfish desire will simultaneously give me the gift of life but rip it away from us as well. Thanks to Order 66, I never got as far in my jedi training as I should have. We don't have the Republic's medical equipment just hanging around. No amount of power I possess would be able to prevent my death or theirs.. I just.. I can't do that to you, Rex. I just can't.." You're a full on blubbering mess again. All composure lost as you crumble into his arms. It's out now. Everything you've been hiding and lying to yourself and Rex has finally boiled to the surface. You were so quick to discount yourself and make a decision that affected your future and his. How could you take something like that away from him without even giving yourself the opportunity to try? It was selfish, unforgivable, and you could never forgive yourself for the trauma you've caused him as he silently accepted his fate with no protest. He respects you enough to never pry.
Rex lets out a deep sigh. He was never one to discredits your feelings. The way he validates your sudden and violent outburst gives you faith that you know he would be an amazing father.
Picking you up like he did on your wedding day, he steps off the creaky wooden porch you both were standing on and walks over to a nearby tree stump in the front of the house that Gregor utilizes as a chopping block and takes a seat with you comfortably on his lap. Rex tenderly cleans your face of tears and strands of hair to get a better look at you, eyebrows furrowed with longing intent. Once your surface is cleared he begins to kiss your damp eyes, cheeks, tip of your nose, covering you in his love before he finally meets your lips. His hands cup the nape of your neck to hold you closer, but also to keep your eyes fixed on his so he could tell you everything you so desperately needed to hear, seemingly already prepared with an agenda in mind.
"Do you remember when we met?" Rex asked while lightly stroking your face.
"Of course I do. I could never forget." You sniffle while trying to clear your throat and leaning into his touch, "I was surviving on my own after the fall, trying my best to impersonate a vendor on Saleucami. I forged my own chain code and it was flagged by the imperial database when someone ratted my discrepancy out to the officials. You stayed with me. Hid me. Protected me. Kept me safe until we were off the planet. I would have never made it out of there if it weren't for you." Your gratitude easily morphed to love within the first day of knowing your knight in plastoid armor.
"Yes.. But do you recall what I told you when we finally made it offworld?" Rex tilts his head. He knows the answer. He just loves to hear it.
"You said.. when it comes to me, you would lift up the planet and throw it directly into the sun." You smile at his vow. The metaphor of course wasn't literal. But it still rang true after all your trials and tribulations together. The protection turned to passion and it cloaked you both in an unbreakable love bond that would transcend lifetimes. Galaxies. Entire dimensions.
The dewy air of the coming rain was nearly upon you. You could feel the occasional sprinkle of water fall upon your radiant skin, giving you chills. Rex attempts to cease your tremors and calm your troubled mind by shielding you from the ever changing forecast.
"That goes for any child you bear for me. I would make it my personal mission, no- my core drive to give them the best life I know they deserve, my love. And enough talk about wanting to conceal their abilities. No matter how they come out, we're going to teach them to never hide a single thing about themselves." He lowers his forehead to touch yours. However, the guilt you're feeling is going to take a little more nudging to remedy.
"B-but..." you stutter "what if I can't give you anything? What if I can't take the pain or if something happens to the baby and we don't have the necessities to fix it? My condition... it's hereditary. I already feel the tell-tale signs from my regular menstruation. If cramps are enough to incapacitate me or make me unable to walk then how in the Hell am I going to handle labor?" Your emotions were in full force as you tried to communicate your final confessions as to exactly why you denied yourself and your beloved husband children all these years.
"The doctors told my mother that childbearing was impossible for her. And when she finally fell pregnant, she miscarried and she barely survived it. She bravely tried again and sacrificed her precious life bringing me into this forsaken world. I'd be leaving you alone with the survivors guilt eating away at your soul-"
"Hey-hey-hey," he raises his palms to each of your ears in an attempt to shush your raging thoughts. "Enough of that." His eyes are soft and full of tension. They hold a sternness with a glimmer of vulnerable moisture begging to fall from his eyelashes. You couldn't help your strenuous exhibit and it always pained Rex to see you so distraught. He continues with a slight quiver in his tenor voice that threatens more tears to fall when you see the effect your episode has on him. "Whatever happens is no fault of your own. I don't want you to blame yourself for anything, okay? And you're not going anywhere. You're staying right here, by my side, for the rest of our lives. I promise." With each word of his expression you just hoped and prayed it to be true.
The fear of widowing your husband drowned you in hopelessness. You begin to shudder uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the breakthrough you've shared. "Cyare! Look at me!" Rex grit his teeth, shaking you slightly, desperately trying to ground you to his reality, only you couldn't fight your way out of it. Your eyes were completely engulfed at this point, stinging with your deeply suppressed phobia. The coming rain you sensed before was finally upon you and it manifested with your grief, melding with your tears and making it even more difficult to see the silver lining decorate the clouds above you. Surrendering to his embrace, you sob into his chest as you ride out yet another wave of anxiety. You know what this is and you're in wretched denial. You're finally coming to terms with what you wholeheartedly desire deep down: you want to try for a baby. You want to start a family. You want to live the dream you know Rex has longed for his entire life.
"I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. Just breathe, dear. Just breathe." With each passing second the rain is picking up. The light trickle against the singing leaves makes for a calming white noise. Combined with Rex's steady breathing, you successfully start to calm down to tell him your revelation.
"Rex..." Your face is still hidden against his shoulder, your call to his name cuts through the summer showers and he pulls away to let you know you have his undivided attention. Droplets wet his face and you're not sure if they're tears or rain either. You admire his darkened features but they're hidden behind a mask of shared detriment. You and Rex were a prime representation of quantum entanglement. Your suffering was his suffering. In that aspect, your bliss was his as well. Even if you were on opposites sides of the galaxy, if something effects one of you, if effected the both of you. Without this torment, you two would have never know such immense, unconditional love.
"What is it cyare? Are you okay? Please, talk to me..." He begs, breathing shakily.
"Rex, I want to try." You manage to utter the phrase at no more than a whisper.
"You- wait, what?" Rex tilts his ear to you in order to understand your hushed dialogue better. He's already in disbelief.
Looking down you explain quietly, "A family. A child. I want to try for a baby. With you." You raise your head slowly to meet his eyes, "Could we do that, Rex? Please? I'm still scared... B-but I can't live my life without trying." Your delicate hands are aggressively fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. Rex can tell that you're serious. He pulls you in for the biggest, warmest love filled hug you know only he is capable of offering before responding.
"Cyar'ika, you don't have to do anything just to please me. I've come to terms with not having children when I first asked you. I would never want you to feel like you absolutely have to do this in order to make me happy with you." His voice is gentle, but you can still hear the forced disconnection he's trying to push himself through. The years of living with this fact really took it's toll on Rex. He was already prepared to keep going without the hope of offspring. You could just punch yourself for being so selfish and poisoning his malleable mind with your harsh insecurities. You take his face in your hands in an attempt to quiet his thoughts like he so gracefully did for you just moments before, "Forget everything I said. This is what I am telling you now." The frog in your throat is back as you try to hurdle to your next statement, "Let's try for a baby, Rex. After everything we've been through, we deserve the right to preserve our family line. A Mandalorian clone and a Jedi? We'd be the best parents in the Galaxy." You look down at your last phrase. It was a hopeful gesture but Rex can clearly see it was cloaked in altruistic self preservation. He knows your fear of the pregnancy is still at the forefront of your mind.
"Cyar'ika, you know you don't have to put on a brave face for me. I know you're scared. Hell, I am too. But I will be right there with you every step of the way. Wolffe and Gregor included. They'd be the best uncles our child could ask for. Nothing could get through them." Rex's face contorted to concern before continuing, "Now, as for the pain in delivery, we can get with the locals and see if they know of any natural sedatives to make the process easier for you and help boost your fertility. If we're lucky, they might know a thing or two about your condition. I'm sure sciatic endometriosis isn't a disorder borne by people in just the Republic. Maybe women here experience it and have found a natural remedy or two." His confident faith in talking your health and wellbeing into consideration was unlike any mission objective he's had before, but he knew he could conquer it with ease. "In any case, I'll scream with you. We'll scream together. You will never experience a second of this alone." He holds you closer to his heart, resting his chin on the crown of your dampened head, taking in the moment you began the rest of his life.
After years and years of a long, drawn out compromise, the both of you were inching closer to your happily ever after. It felt like the metaphorical world weighing on your shoulders had successfully been lifted by none other than your invincible Dad-To-Be, and effortlessly hurled into the setting sun.
Neither of you cared for the current exposure to the elements. There was only one task in mind as you still sat on Rex's lap getting pelted with moisture, and he didn't need to wield the force to take that hint. You pull back slightly to try and focus on his face through the droplets of rain landing heavily on your eyelashes, causing the subtle weight to drift them closed. Rex uses his eloquently groomed head to umbrella himself over you, landing his mouth directly onto your lips to breathe your scent in along with the humid atmosphere. You could distinctly pinpoint his familiar flavor, now enhanced by the quickening downpour. You felt a new passion, a fierceness in him taking you like this in order to fill you with his seed and make his dream a reality, out here in the open for the gods and all the wilderness to spectate. He said it himself that Gregor and Wolffe will be back soon with the spoils of the land. Probably sooner with the sudden weather changes. Though, in this moment, he didn't care who witnessed this pure act of love. You are more than a person to him. You are his life. Soon to be a beloved mother.
"Mesh'lahh..." Rex groaned that effervescent mando'a monicker into your ear. Suddenly you're aware of his rock-hard member throbbing into the seat of your outfit. He was already stiff as the wooden trees that erected around the wilderness from the revelation of impending fatherhood alone. The rain cooled your flaming skin with each translucent drop. It could have just as easily evaporated with the contact of your heated flesh.
"Right here. Right now. I need you, cyare." To his elation, you were only wearing a sheer, off-white evening gown fastened with cobalt laces woven around your midsection. The hem of your skirt stopped just a hair below your knees. It was a gloriously feminine likeness to Rex's own 501st armor he donned for the GAR. You felt immensely inspired by his selfless acts of service, you just had to commemorate it into your own personal fashion. Rex was absolutely lovestruck when you surprised him with it's completion. You managed to successfully hide the project from him for months while you sneakily crafted your ornamental tribute in the wee hours of the night. And with the fluctuating climate, you took it upon yourself to forego undergarments to more fully liberate your senses. Brilliant.
Rex shifted your weight on his lap to have you straddling his waist. You roughly ground yourself against his protrusion to relieve the aching absence of him inside you. His leathery palms trace the mounds of your thighs, thumbs teasing at your center as he lifts your gown out of the way, now soaked and heavy with the rain. He admires you for a moment, glancing at your delicate form peeking vibrantly through the drenched window of clothing.
You've got your hands on him now, applying pressure to his warm rod through his coarse canvas pants. You free him from his constricting waist band and he slightly winces at the touch of cold rain to his exposed head. You immediately remedy his shivers by scooting closer on his lap and knocking him against your already seeping entrance.
Rex's breath hitches in his throat at the sensation of you finally on him. Using your accumulated slick, you vigorously paint yourself up, using his throbbing and awaiting cock as a utensil of choice.
"Cyare?" He begs, breathless and eager. "I can't wait... Please..."
"Yes but... wait a little longer for me, Rex." He is incredibly impatient, finally on the threshold of paternity, about to walk through the door. Only you're drawing it out for as long as you could, savoring the moment. You wanted to permanently file this memory away for safe keeping: your first attempt at conceiving a child. And what an artistic scene it was. The sun was too low to be obstructed by the patchy clouds and their coming rain. It decorated the sky in luminous hues of red, orange and yellow. The glow made the two of you look heavenly, entranced and full of burning desire.
With Rex's pulsating length still in your grasp, you begin revolving his firm head around your clit, using him as a play-thing to initiate a solo climax. He sits back on the uneven chopping block to further assist in your writhing ecstasy. With each stroke of him against the sensitive bud, you could feel your muscle systems clench with an unrelenting force, spasming and trembling as your mewls are drowned out by the ever apparent thunder. Rex needfully awaits his turn for ecstacy, but is absolutely smitten by your sinful utilization of his appendages.
"You're absolutely breathtaking, cyar'ika..." Rex is more than ready to plunge himself into you now that he's captivated by your alluring display. He's staring at you, dying to feel your soft walls glove themselves around him, now exponentially moistened by your currently fleeting orgasm. Your teasing is only driving his ravenous appetite even further. Rex lowers his head to rest on your chest, generously planting kisses and vicious love bites atop your shimmering bosoms. You can feel his hips jolt upward, getting himself off on your velvet palms still wrapped around him. Using your other hand, you bring his gaze up to meet yours before finally giving your captain his command.
"Make me yours forever, Rex. Make me yours forever." You finally lower yourself onto his shaft and Rex gasps from the sudden warmth of your welcoming lips sliding against him.
"You already are, cyar'ika. As I am yours." You lock eyes to admire the shock on Rex's face of finally seating yourself on top of him. He lets out a trembling breath at the radiant contrast you were to the cool air of the fields. You put your hands around his neck as you quicken your pace and ride against him, hips pounding into his torso.
Adjusting his position, he's not leaning back on the heels of his palms anymore. He's sitting upright and holding you in place as he forces himself deeper into you. His work-worn hands are aggressively loosening the neckline of your gown to further reveal your goddess image to him. You can feel that he's inching dangerously close to climax at the sight of your immodesty, but you're not through with him yet. That's when you halt his movements with a determined and sudden slamming of your rear against his thighs.
"By the gods, cyare! What are you doing to me?" He's confused by your sudden assertiveness, but it doesn't go unwelcomed. "D-do that again. Slower. Harder..." you happily oblige, earning a couple more forceful grunts to slip from his mouth as you punch the oxygen out of his gut with each and every one of your thrusts. Your thighs land in an audible slap against him, now louder with the pooling condensation. All previous apprehension you felt fighting within you has long since been rinsed clean of your conscience. All that matters now is milking your husband for all he was worth.
"You like when I'm in control, don't you, Rex?" Already privy to the answer, you lift your hips to start again, feeling every ridge and vein of him slide out of you and tickle your clit before lowering back down at an almost painfully slow rate. All the while Rex is smitten by your efforts to please him, falling apart at your touch, or rather, lack of it. You're hovering over him as he tries, and fails, to stay still. He's desperately lifting your gown out of the way to watch himself vanish into your celestial form. You truly mirrored enchantment before him, full of picture-perfect fertility. You're not sure how much more of this he can take but you have faith that this soldier still has some fight left in him.
"Do you love me, Rex?" Caught off guard by the question, he wastes no time in telling you exactly what is on his mind.
"Love you? Cyar'ika, what I feel for you is transcendent of love. It's goes beyond anything that a four letter word could even classify." Rex takes one of his hands off your gown to cup your face and tenderly brings it down for you to passionately kiss him. He's fully sheathed inside of you, like a sword in it's scabbard, stopping to admire the feeling of two bodies becoming one.
"Then don't stop. Even when you cum. Fill me to the brim and don't waste a drop. Do you understand, my darling Rex?" His eyes widen at your devious wishes. The reflection of the fading sun peeking through the rain is casting a glare in his eyes that make them shine gloriously. Rex takes advantage of your permission to the furthest degree, lifting you just so that he could rest your back on the tree stump. But not before he courteously removed his shirt so that the uneven and splintery surface would be shielded from your delicate skin. Even when all he wanted to do was ravage you in this inclement weather, he still made sure to preserve your comfort and integrity of the gown you worked so hard on.
With you now on your back, flush against the stump, it fashions as a natural stool with which Rex can use to support himself as he aims to fulfill your requests. Your calves are resting against his flexing pectorals, cut shoulders peeking through behind your legs. He was a remarkable eclipse to shield you from the sun and rain. You felt him finally plunge himself further with the force he was deprived of before, slowly building his pace back up, gradual and certain.
"I can't believe you're all mine... I-I can't believe you're going to be the- ugh... the mother to my child, cyar'ika." The way he's speaking to you. You can't help but shed a few tears at the thought of his painfully awaited elation. The happiness you shared in this moment made everything that kept you up at night seemingly insignificant by comparison. He's inching closer and closer to his beloved future, with each thrust you feel him slowly but surely faltering. "I love you, mesh'la. I love you so..."
Rex shoves his callous palms into the crooks of your knees, pushing them to your chest in order to better complete the most important mission of his life. It has your rear slightly raised off the stump, folding you in half and squeezing high pitched, scandalous cries from the depths of your lungs.
He's grunting your name through clenched teeth, pounding out his release and spilling himself completely into your womb. The position ensures that he is coating every supple inch of your walls, draping excessively through the interior and doing exactly what you commanded: never wasting a drop.
Then you feel something you've never, ever felt before. A combustion of swelling. The give of flesh within your center, opening up to his fertile and extremely abundant iridescence. The sudden ignition of fluids combining with your own make you feel bloated and fuller than you could have possibly dreamed of. It's an ocean within you, sloshing around without resistance like the fiercest, most turbulent rivers of the planet.
Due to your self-conscious fears, you've never given yourself the liberty of experiencing Rex's spend in any other way than through your mouth or various canvas points across your body. The fact that you had foregone this heavenly experience for so long felt like an unforgivable crime to yourself. With your newfound revelations, this was a genesis of opportunity. You felt as eager as Rex to try for not only one, but maybe more children if it meant feeling this way for many, many more illustrious days on end. You dearly appreciated the way this man made you finally confirm that you are more than invincible. With him by your side, surely you could vanquish anything that came your way.
After countless strained breaths and affectionate caresses, he lowers himself to lick the accumulated rain off your lips before driving his tongue into your mouth. Gruffly exhaling against your face, Rex is still deep inside, plugging you with the full intent to see you plump to bursting just a mere few months away.
"Do you think this is going to work?" You ask intently, eyeing himself still bound within your walls.
"If it doesn't, we'll try again and again and again..." He pauses to look at you, worshipping your disheveled state," I'll never give up. We'll keep trying until I see you round with my little one. I swear it, my precious love." His smile is nothing but a thorough rendition of his entire psyche in this moment. Serene, prominent and gleaming like the dusk through the clouds. The rain was letting up. You could feel the rhythm of waterfall slowly fade away into the evening as a symphony of croaks and ribbits crescendoed with the waking of sleepy reptiles.
Just then, you could hear the adorably loud and distinct cackle from Gregor reverberate somewhere in the distant wilderness. They were nearly home with the main ingredient for Rex to prepare the lovely meal the four of you would soon hungrily share. Mealtimes, especially dinner, are a particularly joyous activity. It gave your little growing family a sense of wholesome normalcy. You couldn't wait to hear the added laughter of your own babies as well as the pitter-patter of teeny feet across the deck in harmony with Gregor's giggles. The absence you felt upon returning to an empty home would soon be a thing of the past. You and Rex would be able to think back and laugh, wondering whatever it was you were so afraid of.
You could tell your bountiful hunters were still a ways off, giving time for you both to preserve your charades of the rich environment . Leisurely pulling his now softened member out of your sinful lagoon, little to no ejaculate follows. You're clutching onto his pious gift for dear life. You want to see this come to fruition but you'd be lying if you didn't want to take as many attempts you could to get there.
"What do you think Wolffe and Gregor will think about a new little trooper running about?" You ask Rex as he helps you to standing. The viscous contents within you jostle with the sudden movement, but you lock your thighs together, trying your best not to let a single remnant of it escape.
"I think they'd request we make them a whole battalion." Rex smiles widely as he notices your struggle to retain the gift he's given you. In order to ensure none of it drips down your legs, he lifts you into his arms once more, only this time he is walking you through the doorways of your home, safely in his capable embrace. Loving him was as easy as breathing. Whatever can happen will happen. And you had faith that Rex would make sure you both come out the other end of it even stronger.
The residual fear you had is no longer chastising you. It felt like you and Rex had renewed your ceremonial covenant with this divine interaction, finally able to have a proper honeymoon. Your little but flourishing ménage was already isolated on a distant planet, no pending obligations or responsibilities, and surrounded by the abundance of wholesome community. The conditions were more than perfect.
I decided to make a rough little self-insert sketch for this fic too like I did for The Love Of Science and it's counterpart. I decided to color in my skin this time to highlight the real and parallel contrast to my husband and my skin tones. I'm half European Spanish and i am very light complected. My husband is native American and German and he is significantly darker than I am. It's clearly not my best work by a long shot. Some of my colored pencils, particularly my browns, (go figure) were all waxy on my paper, causing Rex's skin to come out more streaky than I wanted. 😩 However, after getting a few opinions from a couple of my favorite Rex Stans (you know who you lovely ladies are) they convinced me it was not in my control and that it looks fine regardless. So thank you for your love and support! I hope you all enjoy this fic straight from my heart. Like, comment, rb. I love and appreciate it all!
