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enigmatist17 · 10 months

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"You know, I bet he had a poster or two."

"Eh?" Rex pauses from the root he's chopping up for dinner, glancing over at Gregor. The former commando has his feet kicked up on the cargo container that serves as a makeshift table for the rebels mess hall, twirling a knife around his hands as he watches the other.

"The new kid! He's been starin' at us, and I peg him as uh, what the natborns call it, teenager before the ol' Order? Were we teenagers, or did we skip that part?" Gregor laughed to himself, and Rex rolled his eyes as he finished the prep work and dumped his work into a simmering stew.

"Skipped it mostly." Wolffe grumbled as he entered the far side of the mess hall, carrying a few crates. "Thanks for the help Gregor."

"Welcome!" The commando laughed, watching Wolffe join Rex with something that made the other hum in delight. "Anything good?"

"Some proper meat for once." Silence descends on the hall for a few minutes, before Gregor clicks his tongue.

"Wolffe, we were talkin' about the new kid! He's a good fit for the rebels eh?" Wolffe raised an eyebrow, and Rex just rolled his eyes.

"Wouldn't call him a kid, but yea. He was watching me grab all this grub, like I was doing something interesting....why?"

"Gregor thinks he had posters, back when they did some of us early on." Rex chuckled, and Wolffe placed his hand on his chin in thought.

"Hm...does strike me as the type. He knew both our designations and names, and who knows those these days? Plus, the Y-Bombers? He knew how to fix one of the bomber release attachments, and again, who learns that these days? I'd say posters and one of those little clone trooper dolls...maybe."

"Really?" Rex glanced over as Gregor cackled. "I don't think teenagers had those things...I think." Wolffe shrugged, knowing about natborns as much as the other two did. "...I'll say the posters for sure."

"Knew you'd agree!" Gregor clapped his hands together, and finally sat upright. "So which is it kid? We on the money?"

There's a faint thud coming from behind one of the doorways, and after a moment of silence, Kallus slowly poked his head into view with a sheepish look.

"I...had posters." He speaks once he edges his way closer to the clones, eyes pointed at an interesting table. "Never did get ones for the 104th, they were hard to get ahold of."

"Aw poor Wolffe." Rex pat his friends shoulder, and the other grumbled as Gregor motioned for Kallus to join him. The former Imperial joins the trio, a faint smirk on his lips as he listens to the teasing.

"So, did you have any favorites? If so, did you meet any?"

"I..." Kallus blinked, feeling very much like he was part of one of the rumor mills he knew gathered in the mess hall at times, Empire or not. "I met Commander Ponds once, my parents brought he and his men homecooked meals as thanks for helping us against a Separatist raiding party. He'd been very kind, and I never saw him again."

"Depending when that was, probably not." Rex sighed, and Kallus can see the grief on the shoulders of each clone for just a moment.

"I am sorry..." The tale of the clones had been only one of tragedy, and Kallus hated how it had been buried to hide how truly rigged the entire Clone Wars had been from the start. "If...Some of what I know, I learned from old archives I saved, or was able to dig up over the years. Tactics, negotiations, medical expertise, I learned whatever I could because you were..."

"Sounds like someone is a nerd!" Gregor laughed, delighted at the blush that's thoroughly colored in the former Imperial's face. "I tease I tease, glad someone was interested in us ol' timers."

"If the Empire had bothered to keep any of what you all were taught, they...well..." He grimaces, and the others shrug. "Incompetent, the lot of them."

"That's the hard plastoid of it eh?" Wolffe grumbled, taking a seat beside the younger man while Rex sat across from him beside Gregor. "We have a good hour until dinner is ready, so what say you ask whatever you'd like?"

"Seriously?" Kallus blinked, and the curiosity he'd had to suppress the entire time he's served the Empire shines through as he looks over at Wolffe. "Anything?"

"Anything." He gives a short nod, and the officer looks around as if suspecting someone of watching them.

"Well..."

The three hadn't expected to almost forget they were on cooking duty due to all the questions Kallus seemed to nearly burst with, but no one had ever seen them so happy to answer. Even Wolffe is smiling at times, regaling him with a tale of a long fought battle as the mess hall slowly begins to fill. Kallus is at the edge of his seat, looking for all the world an eager student as he listens to every word, and for once isn't flinching as people file by in amusement.

It was nice to have someone be in awe again.

#personal #rebels #star wars rebels #aleksandr kallus #rebels gregor #rebels wolffe #rebels rex #100% believe Kallus was a clone fanboy

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bilbo-fettt · 9 months

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I need y'all to come out of the wood work for this

Please support this kick starter!

Do it for Rex and his bean shaped booty!

Do it for the dramatic flair of Ventress's cape.

Do it for cross legged Thrawn.

They have the rest of the clone troopers too 😭

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kaminocasey · 2 years

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The Cottage Part One

Summary: You and Rex are married and live in a cottage and still can't get enough of each other.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT SMUT SMUT. Unprotected sex between spouses, p in v, oral (both receiving), Rough sex, if I missed something please let me know!

WC: 2.6K

A/N: This is like cottagecore/smut. I just kind of thought about being married to Rex and thus this was born. I'm already planning on there being AT LEAST five parts to this. ALSOOOOO...

My amazing friend @twistedstitcher27 made art for my fic that you can find HERE. Can you believe the absolute talent?! I'm STILL emotional over this! Thank you, Steph!! You're the best!! <3

Part Two

You look out the kitchen window as you wash the dishes from breakfast, mesmerized by the way the field of wildflowers are blowing softly in the wind. You notice the storm clouds starting to roll in over the ocean and you start to hope that you may actually get some reading done today. It's going to be a perfect day to start that new romance novel you just downloaded. Rex is supposed to be out with Wolffe, Zeb, and Kallus all day, so you should have some “you” time.

“Guess what.” Rex comes down the stairs into the kitchen.

“What’s that, love?” You smile, glancing at him as he comes and rests his chin on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“The guys canceled, so you have me all to yourself today.” He kisses your neck.

“Oh, good!” You smile, trying to mask the slight disappointment.

Nothing ever gets past Rex, though.

“Did you have plans today?” He asks you, apologetically.

You shrug slightly. “I was just going to read my new book. It’s no biggie. We can watch something or do something, if you want.”

“You’re sweet.” He kisses the back of your head as you finish the last dish and dry your hands. “You read your book and I’ll go work on the speeder.”

You turn around in his arms, resting your arms around his neck, smiling up at him before kissing him.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

He pulls your hands down to his lips, kissing them. “I’m sure.”

You’re a few chapters into your book when the rain starts coming down, thunder rolling and lightning filling the sky every couple of minutes. You can see Rex in the barn working on the speeder with the doors open from your big comfy chair by the front window. He’s bent over the hood, shirtless, wrench in hand, when you feel a familiar warmth pool into your stomach.

You always enjoy watching him do his thing and you know he’s probably counting on you getting distracted by watching him. You resist the warmth in your stomach, crossing your legs as you start to read again.

About another chapter in, you look out the window and see Rex wiping his face off with a towel and then putting it down on the hood a little forcefully, earning a soft yet needy sigh from you. The warmth in your stomach makes itself even more known.

You set your reader down on the end table and pull your blanket off, wandering to the front door and opening it, leaning in the doorway with your arms crossed. The rain starts to come down a little harder and you can hear it pelting the roof.

“Hey, you tease!” You call out to the older man.

He flashes a grin instantly, which means he knows exactly what he was doing.

“Yes, cyare?” He calls back, smirking.

You beckon him toward you with your index finger. He closes the hood of the speeder and pats it, suggesting he wants you to come to him. You sigh, clearly amused. You step out of the house, closing the door behind you and start walking quickly toward him, feeling your clothes become soaked almost instantly.

When you finally reach him, he’s grinning widely down at you. You can feel your nipples harden from the cold rain, underneath your t-shirt. He guides you by your hips to the hood, helping you sit on it.

“Were you hot and bothered by your book and decided you needed some help?” He teases in a low voice.

You roll your eyes even though the low rumble of his tone went straight to your warmth. “Actually, I saw my incredibly hot husband working on this heap of junk shirtless and became hot and bothered.”

He chuckles, surprisingly not denying the heap of junk part for once. He eyes your chest, clearly noticing you weren’t wearing a bra today.

“So, you do need help?” He pushes your thighs apart slightly.

“Please.” You whisper.

“Oh, mesh’la… I know you can do better than that.” He teases, leaning in close.

You whimper. “P-please… Rex. I need you.”

He hums, trailing his fingers up toward your shirt so he can pull it off. He lets it hit the ground and then pushes you back so he can pull your pants off, letting them drop next to your shirt. He looks down at your naked form as you spread your legs even more for him.

“No bra and no panties, hm?” He asks, running his hands up your thighs. “Looks like you were just waiting for me to get you out of your clothes, weren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You smile up at him.

Rex hums and kisses you softly before running a hand up and down your thighs. When he gets down on his knees in front of you, you prop yourself up on your forearms so that you can see him. Rex pulls you closer to him and you feel his warm breath ghosting over your already wet folds.

You accidentally let out an eager whimper, unable to help it. In this moment, your book is completely forgotten, because why read about romance when you can experience it for yourself, right?

“So eager for me, aren’t you?” He teases you, placing his lips to your thigh, causing a shiver to run throughout your body.

All you can do is nod, your lips slightly parted. Rex smirks at you before starting to suck a mark into your thigh and you throw your head back, moaning loudly. You’d do anything to keep this man’s mouth on you.

“Harder.” You breathe.

Without another word, he sucks harder and you let out a whimper. You love the way that he gets with you, throwing your fragility to the wind sometimes. The harder he bites, the wetter you get, and he knows it.

“What do you say?” He lets go.

“Thank you, my love.” You murmur.

“That’s my girl.” He hums, approvingly.

He moves to the other thigh, biting harder than before, sucking a dark mark into your skin to match the other one. You thank him again.

You feel his warm breath over your wet folds and you look down at him after you realize he’s stopped. “You’re mean.”

He chuckles, deeply. “Yeah well, you’re wet.”

Without warning, he licks a stripe up your wet folds, causing you to gasp sharply.

He wraps his arms around your thighs so that he can pull your pussy straight to his mouth. You whimper, breathlessly and he groans into you, causing him to send vibrations throughout your cunt.

“Fuck, Rex…” You cry, throwing your head back.

Wet sounds and moans start to fill the barn and it’s only spurring him on. You lie back on the hood so that you can hold onto Rex’s head for support, encouraging him to keep going. He understands and starts sucking your clit like a man absolutely starved. When he inserts a finger into your soaked hole, you look down at him, knowing your pupils are probably blown with lust. You feel your orgasm start to approach and you know that he can feel it too as you’re clenching around his fingers.

“You’re soaked, cyare.” Rex moans.

“All for you, captain.” You grin down at him.

His grip on your thigh tightens and he dives his face back into your soaked cunt, coaxing your orgasm out of you. The louder you moan, the tighter his grip gets and you look forward to seeing the finger shaped bruises in the morning.

“Cum for me.” He groans.

His demand is what seems to be the final piece as you come all over his tongue and fingers, crying out into the barn. Rex continues licking up every drop that he can and you look down at the small pool that’s collected on the hood.

He stands up, looking you in the eye as he licks his fingers clean. You feel yourself start to get wet all over again. As if he can sense it, he motions for you to sit up. You come right up to him as he settles between your legs. He lightly grabs your throat, tilting your head back slightly so he can lean down and kiss you deeply. You taste yourself on him and moan into his mouth.

When he pulls away, you look up into those pretty golden brown eyes while his hand remains around your throat. “I love you.”

He smiles, warmly. “I love you.”

He releases your throat and pulls you up into his arms, picking you up and starting to lead you back out in the rain, toward the house. Your clothes are forgotten as your husband becomes a man on a mission. You both become soaked on the way but neither of you seem to care because his pants are about to come off anyway.

He gets up to the porch and starts to kiss you again as your back hits the front door when he fumbles for the doorknob. Neither of you want to break apart. You can feel his length struggling against his pants, begging to be released.

Rex finally gets the door open and starts to lead you to the carpet in front of the fireplace. When he lays you down, he stands up to unbuckle his pants. You watch his strong forearms the entire time. He looms over you, appreciatively looking down at your naked form again as he kicks off his soaked pants and under garments, finally releasing his thick length.

Unable to hold back any longer, you pull yourself up to your knees so you can eagerly take his cock in your hand, quickly licking a stripe up the underside of it. Both of you let out a satisfied moan.

“Fuck mesh’la… That mouth of yours…” He groans, his hand resting in your hair.

“Tell me.” You beg as you continue teasing his cock with your tongue.

You desperately want to take him all the way down your throat, but you resist, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine for teasing you earlier.

“I want to ruin your throat and fill that pretty fucking mouth so full you can’t speak.” He grips your hair, making you moan. “Take what I want from you…”

“Then take it.” You encourage him.

The look in his eyes darkens as the grip in your hair tightens and he roughly pushes his thick cock into your mouth. He allows you to adjust to it as always, but you know you only have a moment until he fulfills his promise of ruining your throat.

“Your mouth… feels so… fucking good, cyare.” Rex struggles to hold back from pushing deeper into your mouth.

You breathe through your nose as you start to take him further, moaning around him as you taste precum starting to gather in your mouth. You swallow the taste along with swallowing around his cock and he moans loudly.

“Such a good wife…” Rex starts babbling. “Good fucking riduur… treating me so good.”

You love listening to his babbling when he gets so turned on that all he can do is moan and ramble. You love hearing how deep, raspy, and needy his voice gets right before he comes.

You tap his thigh and suddenly something clicks. He starts to push your head down further on his cock. He lets out a sharp breath and starts to bob your head up and down on his length. He pushes you down his cock until your nose settles against his coarse white curls and you swallow around him the way he loves, earning a deep groan.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Take it like the good little wife you are.” He teases you. “All mine, aren’t you?”

You nod slightly and hum around him, eagerly. He thrusts into your mouth a couple more times before pulling out and you whine at the loss.

“I know I said I wanted to fill your mouth full of my cum but I changed my mind. I need that tight little cunt wrapped around my cock right now.” He gently pushes you off of him so he can join you on the floor, laying on his back in front of the fireplace.

You crawl up his body, feeling the nice warmth of the fire against your skin. You settle over his hips, lining his wet cock up with your soaked entrance.

He impatiently bucks his hips up into you, causing his cock to enter you and you lose your balance, falling onto his cock, forcing loud, sinful moans out of both of you.

“S-sorry.” Rex breathlessly chuckles.

“Don’t be.” You hum, holding onto his firm chest so that you can lift up slightly before sliding down his cock again. “Love when you moan like that for me.”

He holds onto your hips, tighter and smirks up at you. “Yeah? You like it when I impale you on my cock?”

“Fuck… yes.” Your pace picks up on his cock as your breasts swing in his face.

Unable to hold back anymore, he flips the both of you so you land on your back and he shoves his cock deeper into you as he lifts your leg so he can hit even deeper. You let out a whimper as you lock your other leg around his waist, encouraging him. He leans over you, pinning your wrists down with his free hand.

“Don’t pull out.” You beg him. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, cyare… I’ve got you.” He promises between thrusts. “Gonna fill you up… so full.”

His lips collide with yours as you both moan into the other’s mouths. He knows just how to thrust into you to get the most perfect sounds out of you.

“So fucking pretty.” He whispers against your lips before kissing you again. “Rub your clit for me.”

You do as you’re told and start to rub your clit. Both you and Rex feel your pussy clench around his cock. He lets out a soft breathless grunt, which means he’s close. You speed your fingers up over your clit and throw your head back on the carpet, whining loudly.

You feel his lips sucking on your nipple, biting softly and that’s the last little bit of stimulation that you need, sending you over your edge, coming loudly on Rex’s cock, just the way he loves. His hips falter and you feel him start to empty into you, painting your walls with himself. He continues fucking his load into you, making even more of a mess, but neither of you can bring yourselves to care. You love the feeling of being full of him.

Both of your chests are heaving against each other and he grins to himself as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. You breathe in his scent of sweat, slight motor oil, and the seabreeze.

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.” He murmurs, kissing your neck before rolling over on his back next to you.

“Well, whatever it is… keep doing it.” You laugh.

“Don’t think I forgot what you said about my ‘heap of junk’.” He pokes you in the side and you can’t help but laugh.

Both of you look at each other, grinning. He takes your hand and kisses it, obviously forgiving you and then gets up to go grab the blanket and pillows off the couch and your reader off the end table. He props himself up against the couch pillows, still on the floor, and turns on your reader. You settle in the nook of his arm as he starts to read aloud after you throw the large soft blanket around the both of you.

You’re so in love with your life with this man. You could absolutely spend every single day doing this. Which is lucky, because that’s exactly what you plan to do.

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asterian · 2 years

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Perfect (Captain Rex x reader) (Rebels) (Smut)

Summary: Rex was struggling with his age and appearance and the reader tenderly shows him it's not a problem.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Age difference, comfort smut, oral (m!receiving), praise kink, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl), gn! Reader, no mention of specific body parts. A little bit of angst.

A/n: Hi, someone requested comfort smut with our lovely captain and here it is, I hope you don't mind I made it rebels (I'm a sucker for rebels Rex). Sorry it took me so long to post, I'm still learning how to write smut so yeah... I hope you like it.

The room was slowly starting to fill with the tiny gasp and whimpers that you and the Captain were making. Half naked on the bed, Rex and you enjoyed some make out season.

His hands roamed your body on top of him, making the warmth in your body grow with each new touch. However, you felt something was wrong.

You could tell by the way he was kissing you, distant, like if his mind was in another place. You could feel it by the way his hands touched you, almost hesitating, doubting his every move, not his usual demeanor when it came to you.

Something was definitely off.

“Rex, what's wrong?” You finally asked, already looking for his hazel eyes, Rex avoiding yours.”You feel… distant” you said.

“Nothing,” he lied, “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Captain Rex was many things, but he wasn’t a pretty good liar. Used to a life of being straightforward and honest, lying was an art he never mastered.

An interrogator droid wouldn’t need to use truth serum on him, only by the sound of his voice it would know he was lying.

And you… you knew him well enough

“Rex.” you called softly. “You know you can tell me.”

He went silent. His eyes never met yours but even so, you could tell he was thinking, measuring his words before even pronouncing them. You stood there, laying on top of him, gently caressing his chest, encouraging him, yet giving him the time and space he needed.

After a pause, he left out a defeated sigh.

“Why me?” He questioned, finally looking at you. His eyes, for once, filled with both doubt and sadness, not the usual confident look on them.

“What do you mean?” you mumbled.

“Why did you choose to be with me? I mean you are young, smart, brave, not to mention gorgeous,and well, I am old and my body is not what it used to be” Rex said, a strange tone in his voice. He stopped for a moment before continuing, but this time in a lower tone, almost as if he didn’t want to say those words out loud “You could be better off with someone else.”

His eyes avoided you once again

Oh. So that’s what this was all about.

Rex doubted, not of you, of course, but of himself. He doubted he was the one you should be with, especially since there were so many other men in the rebellion, more handsome, funnier, maybe smarter, but most important, they were younger than him.

And even when you always told him how much you loved him, Rex couldn’t stop thinking maybe you needed someone else… someone your age.

But there was no way you would do that. Of course there were other guys but they weren’t Rex, no one was as strong as him, as sweet, as fun. No one else could make you feel as loved as the captain did and you had never loved someone as much as you loved your beloved Rex.

And now, he looked so helpless, so insecure, not the usual confident soldier he was. You hated to see him like this.

Gently, you took his face between your hands and softly pulled him to look at you.

“I don't want someone else,” you assured him, “ I want you Rex. None of that matters to me, I love every single thing about you.”

You wanted to reassure him you would never change him, tell him how much you loved him… show him just how much he meant to you. And you knew exactly how you would do it.

"You are perfect, Rex." you reassured him before capturing his lips on a soft kiss. “So perfect,” you said, moving to place a kiss on his bearded cheek, then one on his jaw followed by a little whisper on his ear, “I'm gonna show you just how perfect you are.” and with that you continued to place your lips on his neck, then his shoulder, slowly making your way down his body.

Leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses all along his broad chest and down his abdomen, kissing every single scar that adorned his tanned skin, making sure to show him just how much you adored him.

You couldn’t help but smile at the shaky breath that escaped from his lips when you started to move further down.

"Cyare-" he hissed, when you reached his already hardening cock. With a swift yet gentle move, his hand found your cheek and stopped you, prompting you to look at him. “You don’t have to.” he started but was cut off by your hand gently stroking him, a little moan escaping his throat.

"Shh, let me take care of you, love." you cooed, looking back at him through heavy eyelashes. Making his heart skip a beat and his cock twitch in your hand. Maker, he was certain you were going to be the death of him if you kept looking at him like that.

After an approval nod from the soldier you slowly started to lick the sides and tip of his cock before enveloping him with your mouth.

“Osik-” he cursed and throwed his head back, enjoying the feeling of your wet hot mouth around him.

You wanted to make him feel just how much you loved him, you wanted to make him feel good and worship his whole body.

You made sure to show him how much he meant to you with every lick and every twist of your tongue, making him groan with every bob of your head. Soon the captain was at your mercy as you started to move faster, his hands instantly falling to your hair, keeping you in place as you continued to work him. It didn't take long for him to start bucking his hips up, loud moans and groans echoed through the room as a signal of his release getting closer and closer.

He called out your name when he came, eyes closed in pure bliss, throwing his head back on the pillow and spilling his seed on your throat with a loud grunt. Proud of your work, you did your best to swallow every drop before getting him out of your mouth.

"Damn it, cyar'ika." Rex panted, trying to catch his breath after the pleasure you just gave him. Looking down, he found you laying your head on his belly, a faint tone of pink painting your cheeks.

A mischievous grin curved the Capitan's lips, a hidden plan on them. You knew that smirk just too damn well, you knew he was plotting his next move.

“C´me here,” he commanded softly and he guided you to lay on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips. The captain caressed the side of your face with one of his large hands, taking a moment to admire your features before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. He could taste himself in your tongue, but he didn't mind. As he continued to deepen the kiss his other hand traveled and caressed your naked body, pulling you closer and closer to him. You could feel him pressing against you, hard and wet for both your saliva and his cum.

"You are too good to me. I don't deserve it", he told you.

"Yes, you do, my love", you assured him, placing a kiss on his lips before gently pushing yourself up so you could have a better look of him, "You deserve the world, the stars, hell… you deserve the whole galaxy."

And if words would not convince him maybe your actions would.

Slowly, you lowered your hips down until you met his hard cock and slowly guided it to your entrance. The feeling of his cock sinking inside you made you close your eyes and curse as you tried to relax and take him full, the captain proudly chuckled beneath you.

Once you adjusted, you slowly started to move your hips back and forward, keeping a nice and steady rhythm, making you both moan at the pleasant sensation.

Stars, he looked gorgeous like this, sweat glistening across his tanned skin with a soft shade of pink dancing over it. Looking up at you with those beautiful amber eyes. He was a sight for sore eyes. And you wanted him to know, wanted him to see himself the way you saw him: perfect.

"Look at you Rex, beautiful..”, you praised as you continued to rock your hips, “Fuck, you look so gorgeous…", your voice full of lust and appreciation as you started to pick up the pace, moaning as the captain beneath you throw his head back in pleasure once again, "So good, you make me feel so good.”

And with that the captain groaned loudly before he grabbed your hips and thrust upwards, hard. Something about telling him how good he was had always seemed to make Rex go wild, and tonight was no exception.

"You are killing me, cyare." He said pulling you closer and finally taking some control after letting you take care of him.

His grip on your waist tightened as he began to guide you, urging you to go faster, thrusting his hips up with precision and skill that had you seeing stars in a second. You pressed your hands flat against his chest for leverage, speeding up the roll of your hips as you both chased your release. Filling the room with the sounds of your combined ecstasy.

Both stayed quiet while you calmed down, letting out small breaths and sighs, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. After a moment your beloved captain guided you to lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his arms carefully enveloped your frame, keeping you close. A content humm escaped Rex's throat as he watched you get comfortable in his embrace. You stayed like this for a time, simply enjoying having each other close.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He finally mumbled once you caught your breaths, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You only chuckled a bit, looking up at him from your place, taking a second to stare directly into his beautiful amber eyes, before you spoke in the sweetest tone he had ever heard.

“I love you, Rex.”, you reassured him, “Nothing’s ever gonna change that.”, you promised him and placed a soft kiss on his lips before cuddling back into his chest. And as you both slowly drifted into sleepiness, he felt the luckiest man in the galaxy for having you by his side.

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archivistofnerddom · 8 months

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Hilarious Rebels/Bad Batch crossover idea:

Everyone is chilling on Yavin 4 in a rare moment of peace. They’re enjoying this little respite to rest and recover. The Spectres is enjoying their time together, especially since they were able to get Rex and Kallus outside to enjoy some fresh air around the Ghost.

And then a heavily-modified Omicron class shuttle from the late Republic and early Empire era comes in for a hasty landing. It’s an . . . unusual approach to say the least, complete with a specific turn and a touch-down that few pilots would dare to attempt.

Everyone, especially the Spectres, are interested in what this means.

Hera remembers this ship and what its occupants did to help Ryloth during the early Imperial period. Kanan gets leery, by contrast, since he remembers Kaller.

And Rex just laughs, gets up, and casually strolls over to the shuttle.

When the shuttle opens, a blonde woman emerges from inside like a bat out of hell, rushing over to hug Rex. He is equally as excited to see her, retuning that big hug with equal enthusiasm. The spectators can hear the gonking of a GNK droid echoing from inside.

The woman is wearing an amalgamation of several different clone trooper armor pieces with some unique adaptations. Zeb is the first to comment on the massive knife attached to her thigh and the smaller one sheathed on her forearm. Kallus responds with an observation about the Zygerrian bow she’s carrying. (Using that weapon takes practice and skill.) Ezra is intrigued by the unique design of the helmet she’s carrying, especially with the skull motif on it.

Before anyone can ask who this woman is or how she found the Rebellion, Rex asks, “So, why do you need a cover story when your brothers call me in a huff?”

The woman grins and pulls out a ratty old red bandana from a pouch on her hip. (She’s got more pouches than seem necessary on her person, but she seems to know what is where.) That makes Rex howl with laughter.

“It was either this or Echo’s legs . . . and I already stole those as a prank three times,” the woman replies. “This was harder to steal honestly, but it was completely worth it!”

“This is why you’re my favorite sister, ‘Megs. I haven’t seen Hunter without that thing on in . . . maybe since Bracca actually. You know he’s going to call me to see if I know where you are, right?” Rex tells her.

Neither seem to notice the audience growing around them. With that landing and the age of the shuttle, how could there not be an audience? If they do notice their audience, they clearly don’t care. Their reunion is more important to them to worry about that.

The woman gives Rex a sly smirk. “Of course, he will. And you get to witness first hand the annoyance of Hunter with a terrible haircut. Cross pulled out the clippers again while Hunter was napping.”

That seems to make Rex’s day.

“Don’t tell me what new haircut he got. I want to be surprised.” Rex finally deigns to notice the group watching him. The Ghost crew especially seem fascinated by who this woman is. He slings an around her shoulder and asks, “Why is everyone so interested in my sister all of a sudden? You haven’t seem siblings reunite before?”

“We didn’t know you have a sister,” Sabine asks carefully. (She’s fascinated by the modifications to the shuttle. There’s no way it should be in as good condition as it is at its age.)

The woman shakes her head. “Hera did. She’s met our brothers and my squad before.”

Hera grins and laughs. “I have. It’s great to see you again, Omega. How are your brothers, by the way.”

“Oh fantastic. I’ll tell you about what they’re up to over dinner, if that’s okay with you. Rex should be getting a very annoyed call any time now from Pabu. Hunter will have looked in the mirror by now. I promised Tech and Wrecker I’d record Rex’s reaction,” the newly-named Omega says.

And that’s when Kanan finally finds his words.

“How the kriff are Rex and Clone Force 99 your brothers? They’re clones - male clones,” he asks, a myriad of emotions in his voice.

Omega sighs. This isn’t the first time that she’s had this conversation.

“Well, let’s just say some of us are little . . . deviant from the standard mold,” she replies. “Though, we prefer to be called the Bad Batch.”

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