#rebels rex

“Not so fast ad’ika. You’ve been a bad girl. A very bad girl, projecting those images to me during a briefing. There were others jedi present,” the Captain’s voice was low and chiding, displeased with her display during a meeting that was attended by more than just them. You couldn’t help the smirk on your face but it was soon wiped off as another two swats in quick succession hit your behind, making you moan.

You had purposely projected unsolicited, dirty images to Rex during a briefing between you, him, General Skywalker, General Kenobi, Ahsoka, and Master Plo. It was a fun little game you were playing but Rex didn’t appreciate it all that much, the obvious strain of his cod piece making it difficult.

Which is what led you here; the two of you locked away in your room, you bent over Rex’s lap, ass in the air, cherry red from his hands. Rex was still encased in his armour, the only thing gone his gloves and helmet, the dark look in his eyes promising pain and pleasure wrapped in a neat bow.

“Please Rex-“ you started but were silenced by another two spanks to your right ass cheek.

“That’s not my name right now ad’ika. What do you call me right now?” He asked, leaning toward your face as he rubbed one of his warm hands across your reddened behind. You visibly swallowed, trying not to push back into his warm palm, knowing that you would only prolong your punishment. And you didn’t want that. You wanted to get rail, right now.

“C-captain.” The use of the correct title earned you a groan of approval, Rex grabbing a handful of your ass instead of spanking it.

“Good girl. I knew you could be,” Rex said in a mocking voice, chuckling as you whined. He knew you were desperate, wanting him to fuck you. And he wanted to, but he needed you to do one more thing first.

“Almost done sweetheart, then you’ll get what you so desire. Just need you to be good for me for a little longer,” he said, pulling your body to sit in his lap, a wince leaving you lips as the cool plates of his armour made contact with your heated bum.

“Captain please,” you whimpered, desperate for him, craving his touch, him body, his love. You were at your breaking point, ready to use your power to get what you wanted but that would be crossing a line that you would never cross. Rex reached between your bodies and unhooked his codpiece, tossing it to the side before returning and pulling himself free from his blacks.

You groaned as it brushed against your lower lips, rubbing against you, a reminder that you needed to have patience. Rex kissed your chin as he teased your folds with the head of his cock, using your fluids as lube. He groaned against you, lips finding your neck, latching onto it and sucking a hickey on the junction between your shoulder and neck. You let out a lude noise, a louder moan leaving you as Rex slowly and carefully slipped inside your pussy.

“That a girl ad’ika. Want you to keep me nice and warm for now,” Rex grunted, eyes struggling to stay open as he sank into your waiting walls. You bit your lip and nodded, mouth opening in a silent gasp as he sheathed himself completely inside your heat.

“Fuck, you feel amazing ad’ika,” he said and shifted his legs a little to support you better. You whimpered as plates on his thighs rubbed against your cherry red cheeks once more.

Rex dove into your neck and attached his teeth to your shoulder, biting and sucking mark after mark onto your skin. He felt you clench with each one he left, your body a masterpiece of his art work, claiming you as his.

“So pretty. Covered in my marks, reminding everyone you’re taken,” he growled and bucked up in to you. You moaned and nodded, arms wrapping around his shoulders for support as your legs shook, refraining from taking your pleasure and riding him. You’re pretty sure you came while he was marking you and you were sure you’d have to cover the hickeys when you finished but you didn’t care.

“I’m all yours captain.”

“That’s right,” He ex said as he bit another mark into your neck before pulling back to admire his collage, “all mine. And everyone will know it.”

You whimpered as he pulled you into a heated kiss, flexing his cock inside you to remind you he was there. It wasn’t a hard thing to remember especially when he was pressed oh so deliciously against your g-spot. You moaned a little louder as he used his legs to jostle you around, move you along his length before settling on your back down.

Your hands moved on instinct, grabbing at his chest armour and pulling it away, wanting to expose his neck to you. Rex helped you, releasing the clasps on his chest plate and unzipping the top of his blacks. Once his skin was exposed you dove in, nipping and mouthing at his tanned skin, making your mark on him just as he had done to you. He grunted as your teeth connected with his neck, hands tightening their hold on your body rock his hips against you. You pulled away to admire your work, noting that you still had plenty of skin to work with. You looked into Rex’s eyes as he gazed into yours, pools of amber locking with (e/c).

“You’re mine ad’ika.”

“And you’re mine Captain.”

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The battlefield had quieted, but your leg was on fire. You didn’t realize you’d caught shrapnel until you stumbled behind cover, hand flying instinctively to the warm slickness running down your thigh.

“Osik—” you hissed, trying to keep your weight steady.

You were supposed to be patching them up, not the other way around. Medic, not patient. But luck never favored the careful.

A shadow fell over you, and you looked up into the hard lines of Captain Rex’s helmet. His blaster was still hot in his hand, smoke curling from the barrel.

“Medic—” his voice cut off as he saw you trying to put pressure on your leg. Immediately, the soldier dropped to his knees beside you, stripping his helmet off in one swift motion.

“Kriff, you’re hit.”

“Just a scratch,” you lied, forcing a shaky smile. “Save the dramatics for someone else.”

Rex’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t buying it. He never did.

“You’re bleeding,” he said flatly, already unclipping the small field kit from his belt.

You tried to wave him off, stubborn. “Rex, I can patch myself—”

His gloved hand caught your wrist gently but firmly, stopping you. His eyes, usually so steady and composed, burned with something that made your chest ache.

“Let me,” he said softly.

You nodded, swallowing back the protest.

⸻

He worked fast but careful, slicing open the fabric around your thigh to reveal the gash. Shrapnel had torn deep, blood spilling freely. He swore under his breath.

“This is going to need stitches,” he muttered, pulling out the suture kit.

Your throat went dry. Normally you’d be the one holding the needle, not the one staring at it. “Oh, stars…”

Rex’s gaze flicked up to yours, and for a moment the war wasn’t there—just the two of you, crouched in the dirt. He hesitated, the needle poised in his steady hand.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted quietly.

You blinked at him. The words carried more weight than they should have. It wasn’t just about the stitches—he meant all of it. Every bruise, every close call, every time he watched you run headfirst into blaster fire for the sake of his brothers.

“You won’t,” you said, softer than you intended.

He exhaled slowly, shoulders loosening just a fraction, and gave you the tiniest nod. Then he started.

⸻

The needle bit, sharp and clean. You sucked in a hiss of air, your hand instinctively shooting out. Rex caught it before you could pull away, his fingers wrapping around yours, grounding you.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your knuckles almost unconsciously. “I’ll be quick.”

You squeezed his hand back, biting down hard on your lip as he worked. His movements were precise, methodical, but every so often you caught the way his brow furrowed, his mouth pressing into a thin line. He was more tense than you were.

“Rex…” you whispered, trying to distract yourself from the sting.

“Mm?”

“You’re doing fine. Better than some medics I know.” You smiled weakly.

His lips twitched, the closest thing to a smile he could manage in the moment. “Don’t make me laugh while I’m holding a needle.”

You chuckled anyway, despite the pain. The sound made his chest ache in a way blaster fire never could.

⸻

A few stitches later, it was done. He tied off the last thread, bandaging your leg with practiced efficiency. When he finally leaned back, his shoulders sagged in relief.

“There,” he said. “Good as new.”

You glanced down at his work, then back at him. His hand was still around yours, warm and steady, like he’d forgotten to let go.

“Not bad, Captain.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Maybe I should let you handle all the medical work from now on.”

“Not a chance,” he said, voice rough but fond. “I’d rather not see you hurt again.”

Something unspoken hung heavy between you. You held his gaze, the weight of everything you’d both left unsaid pressing in on your chest.

Finally, you smiled softly. “Guess I’ll have to let you look out for me then.”

His lips parted like he wanted to answer, but instead he just gave your hand one last squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

“Always,” he said simply.