#tcw kix x reader

[arctrooper69]

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I'd like to drop a request for Kix (beloved..), from the hurt/comfort prompts:

"How long did you think you could hide that?" + "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

And if I may be so bold, reader is the one chastising him? 👀

Thank you so so much for your love and encouragement ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write this! I realize it's been in my inbox for several months now but here it is! I hope you enjoy!

ALSO... I loved this prompt so much and had a similar idea for an OC of mine, so there will be a Kix x OC version of this as well!

Prompt #20: "How long did you think you could hide that?"

Prompt #26: "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

Beta-read by the amazing @staycalmandhugaclone

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Busy, Busy

Kix is stubborn. He's ways taken care of everybody else. Maybe it's time you took care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sickness and injury.

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The med bay on the Resolute was quiet for once - not that Kix would ever say that aloud. He didn't want to jinx anything. Every healthcare worker knew that once that Q-word was uttered, all hell would be soon to break loose - a silly superstition, but one that had been proven true time and time again. Kix, however, did not have time to prove or disprove anything like that. He was just glad that none of his co-workers were here to tell him off for being so careless. Especially you.

He must've been allergic to something down on the planet they'd just been on. It was stupid, really - clones weren't supposed to get sick or have allergies.

I'm supposed to be better than this. Kix thought miserably. Yet here he was - snivelling like a child, sinuses so clogged that it felt like his head was in a bubble, and he was so damn tired.

Kriff... if it wasn't for this karking brain fog, maybe he wouldn't have slipped off the loading dock like that - landing on his side among boxes of medical supplies that he just now finished cleaning up.

The med-droid on duty stood quietly in the corner, ready to be turned on should an emergency arise but Kix quickly passed it by, opting to take care of himself in secret.

He groaned quietly, holding his side as he reached for the bacta at the back of the cold-storage unit. He grimaced, gingerly palpating his side with practiced fingers. Nothing felt broken, that was good. Just bruised. Nothing he could really do for bruised ribs. Maybe that was for the best. Kix still had a lot of work to do - reports to file, miles of inventory to catalog, and two med-droids to repair. Just some bacta for the pain and stiffness and maybe a stim for good measure - that would keep him afloat long enough to get all this shit together. Kix was short staffed, very short staffed. You had just finished up a triple, going on quadruple shift when he'd ordered you to get some rest.

"Makes no sense having a sleep deprived medic on the field, not to mention how dangerous that is," he'd scolded, now internally wincing at his own hypocritical actions just hours later.

But you're a clone. You can take a lot more than any nat-born. He nodded to himself, scrambling to find any justification for his actions.

"Alright," he grumbled, "quit stalling, Kix. You've got work to do. Then you can sleep."

He settled down in the small office behind the medbay, bacta on his ribs, a stim in his system, and a large cup of caf in hand - not the best combination, but it would work for the time being.

***

It seemed like only minutes had passed when the door slid open with a hiss. Kriff. He knew it was you despite the boxes of medical supplies that blocked his view and the stacks of datapads littering his desk. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and stood up. He gripped the edge of the desk as a wave of vertigo nearly brought him to his knees.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he grunted out, surprising himself with the way the rough edges of his voice seemed to grate against the dryness of his throat. "I lost track of time."

He heard you shift and lean against the doorway. "That's alright. I figured that's what happened." The tone of your voice did not match the carefree understanding conveyed by your words.

You knew something was wrong.

Kix winced quietly as he eased himself back into his chair. Staying seated and unmoving was the best way for his side to heal up on its own. It was better for you not to see him. Until he could finish these reports, it was better he keep to himself.

"You wanna join me for breakfast?"

Breakfast!? It couldn't be time for breakfast yet. Maybe you'd just woken up early. Very early.

"Kix?" Your voice startled him from his thought-drifting fatigue.

"Huh?"

"I asked you if you wanted to join me for breakfast."

This time the worry in your voice was apparent and Kix felt his heart sink. The last thing he wanted to do was worry you.

"I'm really busy. Another time maybe."

"Kix...

"Your shift doesn't start for another three hours. You shouldn't be here." He snapped.

"Uhh...actually it starts in half an hour," you responded slowly. "Yours on the other hand, was supposed to be over like six hours ago. What are you still doing here?" The question was laced with the same sharpness he'd just directed towards you.

"Quinn called out. Their kid is sick." He spoke of the civilian contractor they'd been assigned.

The black and gold zabrak made a great medtech but, between various other assignments and six children, their appearances in his medbay were few and far between.

"So... you're going on four shifts in a row now?"

Kix grunted. He wished you would stop asking him questions. Talking made his throat feel as though he'd swallowed the general's lighsaber. "I'm fine."

"When was the last time you ate? Or slept!?"

He shrugged absentmindedly, concentrating on the datapad in front of him when it was suddenly snatched from his hand.

"Hey!" His head snapped up, glaring at his fellow medic who met it with an equally annoyed fire in her eyes.

"Give it back!" Kix made a grab for it but was suddenly and painfully reminded of his aching ribs. He collapsed back down into his chair with a defeated hiss of pain at the way the muscles balked at the tension. The movement took his breath away for a moment.

"Kix!" Your surprised cry pounded through his head as you dropped to your knees beside him, eyes widening as you thoroughly surveyed him for the first time since stepping into the room.

"Oh Kix..." you shook your head, reaching for a handheld scanner. He watched with heavy, lidded eyes as you swept the scanner over him slowly and methodically.

You set down the scanner with a sigh, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Kix, what happened!? Your shift was supposed to end at 2300 hours! You need to go to bed!"

Kix rolled his eyes. Only a few more things to do and then he'd gladly follow your direction.

"Relax, I'll just be a few more minutes! It's only -" he paused, looking at the chrono around his wrist. It read 0725. "Oh."

"Yeah."

He winced at your deadpanned tone. "Sorry. I guess I lost track of time."

"I'll say." You placed the datapad back onto the desk but didn't remove your hand. "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"What the hell happened to you!? You look awful, you sound like your entire head is clogged, and you've got two cracked ribs!"

Oh. Cracked. Not bruised.

He opened his mouth to respond just as one of the datapads let out a beep. You frowned and put a hand up, cutting off yet another desperately fabricated excuse. "And don't tell me Quinn called out. You just got a message from the Admiral asking you why you canceled Quinn's shift."

He sighed defeatedly, suppressing a wince at the twinge of pain in his side. He didn't meet your eyes. "I fell."

"You...fell!?" you questioned, sounding a bit incredulous. "When? How?!" He'd seemed fine when he'd ordered you to take off.

"'Bout an hour after you left," he admitted. "Must've been allergic to something in the dust planetside. I was unloading some supplies, got dizzy, and fell off the loading dock."

"And how long did you think you could hide that?" Your voice had once again taken on that scolding tone which for some reason made him feel both guilty and proud. You'd been a timid shiny when he first met you. Now here you were, taking charge of the situation with an air of authority and sass he likened to one of his generals. He shrugged.

"As long as it took to finish all of this." He motioned to the cluttered desk, immediately regretting the movement causing his ribs to tense painfully again.

Your eyes were piercing - full of concern and disbelief. "Why are you acting like everything is fine!?" you snapped, suddenly angry at his seemingly unphased attitude.

He didn't answer.

You shook your head. “Why didn’t you call me, Kix? If I’d known you weren’t feeling well, I could’ve at least helped you with the work!”

Kix didn't blame you. He'd probably have reacted the same way if he were in your shoes. He looked away.

"I just... I didn't want you to see me like this." he muttered softly. He sounded hoarse and miserable.

You sighed. "Let me get this right....You didn't want me - a medic - to see you sick and injured? So you - also a medic, who should know better, might I add - decided to hide it from everyone so that you could get your work done!? You sent away our best medtech so that you wouldn't be bothered by them realizing something was wrong!?"

Kix frowned. It did sound bad when you put it all out like that.

"Guess that sounds about right."

You stared at him. "That was really dumb, Kix."

"Yeah."

You sighed. "How long has it been since you've eaten anything?"

Kix thought back. When was the last time he'd eaten? His stomach revolted with just the thought. There was no way he'd be able to eat anything right now.

"I...I don't know," he admitted, not meeting your eyes.

You sighed. "Okay, come on. I'm gonna go get you something to eat."

He shook his head, resting it in the palms of his hands, rubbing his eyes. You were right about one thing, he was exhausted. But duty came first.

"I can't. I have so much to do." He nodded to the screen of his datapad. It was full of messages, requests, reports, and a number of reminders and meeting invitations flashed across the screen.

You laid your hand on his shoulder.

"Just humor me, please. Eat something, take a nap - "

Kix shoved your hand from his shoulder, then instantly regretted the action. Maker, if his ribs weren't killing him, he could just scream. All he wanted to do was sleep. But he had work to do. Why couldn't you understand that? He knew he was irritable but his rude reaction towards you - his friend - flooded him with even more guilt.

"I can't! I just can't! Admiral Yularen needs these reports in by tonight and I'm only halfway through them because I got interrupted by General Skywalker needing additional information for the next mission, so I spent two hours tracking that down, come to find out it was all for nothing because the kriffing Jedi council decided to send them elsewhere."

He took a gasping breath. Fire burned through his side, igniting a feral panic that gripped his chest with an icy grasp. His ribs were screaming. His head felt as though he’d been forced beneath the rabid jaws of Kaminoan ocean waves - descending ever downwards, pressure rising in painful crescendos. His hands were shaking and he couldn't make them stop.

"Hey! Kix, hey!" Gentle pressure pulled him from his spiral with a grounding hand rubbing circles on his back. Concern clouded your face as you knelt beside him.

"Breathe, Kix. I need you to breathe."

"Can't," he panted.

"I know," you responded evenly, holding an oxygen mask to his nose and mouth. "Just do the best you can."

"No!" He swatted the mask from your hand. He really had to get this done. Just a little while longer, then he'd rest - then he'd let you do whatever you needed to do.

You pursed your lips looking at the delirious medic in front of you.

"You know, I really didn't want to have to do this but I - "

Kix rolled his eyes, unconsciously gripping the oxygen to his face as he took another short, gasping breath. He knew what you'd say next. It was the same thing he'd say to Captain Rex, or even General Skywalker when they fought him on coming to the medbay.

"Are you really gonna pull the medic rank card on me?" He interrupted.

"Do I have to?" You looked pointedly at him. You were annoyed, yes, but you were also concerned. He knew you'd seen dying patients with more life in their eyes than he currently did.

He looked down at the long list of tasks he had yet to do and sighed in defeat. "No. I guess not."

"Good."

He couldn't identify the look on your face as he allowed you to lead him to a bed. Your hand lingered on his arm for a moment too long as you delivered a sedative into his veins. But for some reason he didn't mind.

"Don't worry, Kix." you said softly as you watched his eyes flutter shut. "You're safe. I'll take it from here."

Kix allowed himself to succumb to the peaceful allure of sleep even as your words echoed through his brain. "Let me take care of you, you stupid, beautiful, stubborn man."

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HI DEEJA!!!

i am THIRSTING for Kix with:

44. “Don’t bother, I don’t need to take it all off to fuck you.”

Kira!! Thank you for sending this in, I need an excuse to explore writing Kix <3 got a little carried away with this one (*clone wars announcer voice* "will Deeja ever be able to write smut without complex feelings? Only time will tell!" spoiler alert, the answer is probably no) but I hope it satisfies!

Kix x Fem!reader 18+ minors DNI Word count: 1,239 Warnings: fingering, worried Kix, mentions of anxiety.

Eyes tracked a frantic man as he paced back and forth on the landing zone. It was astonishing what a mere hour of worry could do to a man, especially a man hardened by war. 

“Vod, you need to calm-”

“Jesse,” for once, Kix’s tone was deadly and not even the kind of deadly he used with his medic voice. Instead, his brother’s name was hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed on the other man, “if you tell me to calm down, I swear to the maker.”

Kix didn’t have to elaborate on the threat, Jesse knew full well what his friend was capable of when pushed. But, more than that, he knew his brother was just venting, frustrated. Scared. Above all, Kix was scared.

Barely more than sixty standard minutes had passed since the camp lost contact with your scouting party, sixty standard minutes of Kix working himself into a frenzy on every possibility of what could have happened. If it was anyone but you, Kix would have stayed calmer, would have reminded himself that loss of contact wasn’t too out of the ordinary. The separatist comm disruptors were still being taken down by the various squads working across the planet, comms being jammed was to be expected. But this was you, things were different when it came to you.

For Kix, things were always different when it came to you.

Jesse was just contemplating how hard it would be to pull rank and order Kix to go back to his bunk when he saw a flash on the horizon. Thank the force!

Kix must have seen Jesse look, because he was instantly snapping his own eyes to the sky, and he let out a shaky breath when he saw the republic ship coming in. It looked unscathed, but Kix still held his breath, still watched with his heart pounding in his chest as it closed in and landed.

The medic rushed to the party unloading, eyes scanning, searching, until-

“Kix?”

You had just pulled off your helmet as you hopped down from the transport and the look in your eyes said you clocked his worry in an instant.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to keep his tone even, distracted as he looked you up and down, searching for any minor mark and scrape.

When your hand touched his cheek, Kix’s frantic gaze snapped up to yours. 

“Hey, hey, we’re okay, Kix. Everyone’s okay. We just had our comms jammed, like Rex warned us might happen.”

His breath was still caught in his chest, sticking on the barbed wire of his worry, even as he looked into your eyes, even as your hand stroked his cheek. Eyes that crinkled at the corners from your reassuring smile, the hand that helped eased every tension in his body. You were safe, but something was still clawing at his insides. 

Without thinking, Kix took your hand in his, turned, and started walking.

Being all but dragged behind him, you called out, “Wait- Kix, what are you doing? I have to debrief-”

“I don’t care.”

He didn’t like the strain in his tone as he made his way to the camp proper, but he paid it little mind. When he reached a tent meant to store ordnance and other supplies, he pulled you ahead of him, urging you inside. The moment both of you were shielded from prying eyes, Kix was on you, yanking you hard against his chest and crushing his lips to yours.

You made a noise, somewhere between a protest, a squeak, and a heavenly moan, and his mouth swallowed it whole.

“Worried,” he managed, still devouring you as if it was the first time, “was so worried. Thought I-” he moaned hot against your lips when you gripped the back of his head, all thoughts, even the half-coherent ones, falling from his mind entirely.

For now, he just focused on you, the feel of you, the taste of you, even the sound of you when you let out that little gasp as he pushed you back against a stack of crates. Kix hadn’t meant for heat to start low in his stomach. 

All he had wanted was a moment alone, to kiss you, to hold you, to breathe you in before he handed you over to his COs. But now, now that he felt you pushing against him, now that the air in his lungs was being stolen by you and not his blinding anxiety, now, Kix needed more.

He pushed you harder against the crates, hips pressing firmly so you understood his intentions as he finally moved his mouth to start sucking and nipping at your neck. The breathy way his name left your lips sent him over the edge in an instant.

“I need you,” he growled against your skin and you responded by reaching fingers to the clasps of his chestpiece. He continued to suckle and lick the spots he knew made you weak as you fumbled with the armor and finally Kix grabbed your wrists, holding them tight. “Don’t bother, I don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Fucking hell, the sound you made at his words was sinful.

The medic leaned back, just a little, as he released your wrists. He tried to keep his actions calm, he truly did, but Kix knew he looked frantic as he bit into the fingertip of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth. With his eyes locked on yours, he pressed his bare fingers to your mouth, while his other hand reached down for your belt.

When you flicked your tongue out to pull him into your mouth, the glove fell from his teeth, tumbling somewhere forgotten on the tent floor. He almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing as he watched you suck on his fingers, making them nice and slick. Again, Kix could barely control the neediness of his movements as he pulled them out and unbuckled your belt.

You kept your eyes on his as he lowered his hand, tucking them between your bodies, then your head pitched back when he slid the wet digits between your folds. He made sure to palm your clit with the heel of his hand as he dipped inside, watching you bite your lip with a moan of his own. 

As you bucked into his touch, Kix leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear. “I can fuck you just like this, mesh’la. I don’t even need my cock to make you come.”

“Bu-” your word was lost when he pressed a little harder, laying firm attention on every sensitive spot.

“What was that?” his purr was teasing and he pressed a kiss just below your ear. That’s when he pulled his fingers out, your slick now coating them thoroughly. He took the tips and rubbed them along your clit, moved them just the way he knew you loved. “Come on, love, what were you going to say?”

When he nuzzled your cheek you turned into his touch, pecking his lips before you found your voice again, “I want your cock too, please, Kix.”

He hummed, delighting in the way you called for him, the way you needed him. Maker, you were perfection.

Kix never stopped stroking you as his other hand went to his codpiece. “Well, since you asked so nicely. Just be good for me, my sweet girl.”

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Kix x reader (gn)

summary: Kix takes care of you.

warnings: sick reader, mentions of almost throwing up, pain, taking meds

word count: ~780

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a/n: it's kinda a cliché but well, who wouldn't want kix to take care of you?

The first thing you feel that morning is your throbbing head, together with your sore throat and the pressure of snot in your nose.

Tiredly, you sigh before pulling the blanket tighter around your cold body.

You felt bad for a few days now and were clinging to the hope that the sickness wouldn't fully reach you, but, as you realized a few seconds ago, it did.

Coughing, you try to reach a tissue on your nightstand, failing miserably due to your hurting limbs.

After a few seconds of rest, you bundle your strength and try again, finally able to rip it from the box and clean your nose.

As you swallow unwillingly, your throat hurts awfully. Whimpering, you bury your face in your pillow. It has been a long time since you were sick and felt that bad.

You don't even try to stand up until noon. Busy with wallowing in self-pity, blowing your nose and otherwise trying to sleep, you haven't found the strength to care after yourself. You drank too little over the day, eating didn't even come to your mind, and standing up is only necessary because of your bladder.

When you look in the mirror, you almost startle yourself. A red nose, too pale skin and dark circles under your eyes. You look as bad as you feel.

With a heavy exhale, you decide to at least make you feel a bit better with brushing your teeth. This also doesn't really work because you feel like throwing up as soon as you put the brush in your mouth.

After some deep breaths and a high amount of concentration, you finish your job without emptying your (empty) stomach and decide to make your way back to the bed again.

Just as you start to walk back over to the bedroom, you suddenly hear keys in the door.

Confused, you lean on the wall, thinking about who would come in.

"Hello?" you hear the intruder call. A relieved sigh slips from your lips.

"Kix!" you whimper and almost start crying as soon as he steps into your sight.

"Mesh'la? What happened?" he asks, worried. As soon as he sees you, he immediately walks towards you, trying to take some of your weight.

"I'm sick 'n' everything hurts," you cough, whimpering because of the pain.

Carefully, Kix holds his cool hand against your too hot forehead. "Feels like a fever. Tell me about your other symptoms," he tells you, and immediately changes into medic-mode.

While he brings you over to the couch, you explain to him what is bothering you and how wrong everything feels.

Kix nods, listens carefully, and unpacks some of his things, making scans and taking your temperature. You feel bad. He just finished his shift in the med bay, and now he was to look after your coughing ass.

"I'm sorry," you murmur as he helps you lay down on the couch and tugs some blankets around you.

"About what?" he asks, confused. "For being sick. You don't have to look after me," you explain and exhale relaxed as soon as you're tucked in comfortably.

Kix raises his eyebrow confused, before shaking his head. "You don't feel good, of course I'll take care of you," he says and strokes a finger across your cheek. You just nod.

After a few seconds, he leaves your side and walks towards the kitchen. You hear him rummaging through some things, before he comes back with some medication and a glass of water.

"Take that, okay? Then you'll feel better soon," he murmurs and helps you take the medicine. "Have you eaten anything today?" is the next thing he asks as he slowly strokes your hair.

Closing your eyes, you shake your head and lean closer into his touch.

"Oh, Mesh'la..." he breathes, and you open your eyes again, looking at him guilty. You know how important it is to have a good nutrition income, especially when you're sick. Kix tells you that so often.

"I'm sorry, Kix. But I just... couldn't," you whisper again. Kix smiles at you, a soft, understanding glint in his eyes.

"I'm going to make you some soup, okay? Stay here, you'll feel better soon and call me, when you need something," he explains, tugging in the blanket a last time.

He gives you a small kiss on your forehead, before walking back into the kitchen. After some time, you feel how your eyes start to close again, and how a quiet and painless darkness starts to swallow you again.

Kix is here now. He will take care of you. Everything's going to be fine.

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If you're still taking requests for your followers celebration, would you please do #14 for Kix :3

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➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Despite the sweet, intimate familiarity that’s grown between you and Kix, you swear that every time he has you like this is better than the last.

“Oh, Kix…” You whine a soft gasp leaving your chest as he practically pushes it out of you with a particularly hard thrust. He glances down with a smile, tilting your head to get a better look at your face.

“Feeling good, pretty girl?”

There’s no hesitation in your veins as you nod erratically.

“Mm, yeah…” The scratchiness of your voice surprises you, but he doesn’t seem as fazed. This man knows how he affects you.

“Thanks.”

With a lighthearted scoff, you slap his chest gently and beam helplessly enamored with this lovely man.

Kix grunts into your ear as he leans down, pressing his body to yours with his hand on your thigh in a vice grip, thrusting into you with a determined notion in his veins. You scramble to grip onto something, but he trails his free hand up your arm before pinning your wrist beside your head, letting your fingers twitch and spasm in abandon. He gives you a wicked smile, yet something tender threatens to break through once he steals a kiss from your parted lips.

He fucks his cock into you once, twice, a third time with a quick snap of his hips before the filthiest groan you’ve ever heard is practically forced out of him by the Maker itself. Kix’s forehead presses to your shoulder as he lets it all out into your skin, seeping into you in a way only he can.

“Oh, kriff I’m close.”

You sigh helplessly, your free hand digging into his back.

“Please, please,” You beg. “Ruin me.” He mutters something, you’re not exactly sure what he says, but it’s something along the lines of ‘okay, okay,’ as he begins moving again. “Make sure I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Once again, his movements still as he grunts; he sounds stagnated, like a broken record as a sound vibrates through you. It’s difficult to discern what noise it is. You realize he’s groaning, low and feral, as he softly runs the tops of his teeth over your skin. 

He bites. You gasp, then moan, and you can feel him break away to smile.

“Fuck, you can’t say things like that!” A laugh creeps up as he lifts his head. “Gonna make this way too quick, then I won’t be able to do that.”

He’s too infectious not to indulge with; you giggle incessantly, quiet and lovesick, your eyes fluttering close in split moments.

“Sorry.” Kix finally lets go of your wrist, and both of your hands meet behind his head, resting on his shoulders and slowly interlocking your fingers. You bite your lip, a squeamish attempt to contain your joy as you look at your boyfriend, and lift your hips up to meet his. “Carry on, baby.”

Kix flashes you a sneaky wink, then does exactly that; not before holding your leg up by the back of your knee and bringing it to your chest, rocking his body against yours to make you squeeze around him one more time.

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[rinwritesfics]

Hunt You Down

Plot: Kix swears up and down if you avoid medical attention again, he will come after you.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this gets sexy at the end. Fem!reader

Word Count: 1070

Author’s Note: Many of you showed immediate interest in this one on the poll – here's Kix, @the-rain-on-kamino (holy crap I can’t believe you found my little blog! I'm freaking out over here.).

“I told you, I’m fine! It’s just a little scrape!” You waved your hand through the air. Well, the one he wasn’t working on, anyway.

Kix didn’t look away from his work. “It is not just a little scrape! This almost required stitches, Y/N!”

You grumbled and sat back in the chair. “But it didn’t.”

He scowled, pausing his bandaging of the back of your hand. “Why are you so averse to getting medical treatment?”

“I don’t need it.” You giggled. “I exist just to piss you off, Kix.”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s Fives. Tell me the real reason.”

Your stomach did a flip-flop. The real reason was something you couldn’t tell him. “Well, you’re a combat medic. You have more important things to do than this.”

Suddenly, his voice got uncharacteristically soft. “This is still important.”

The sound made you melt a little and your lips parted. “Well, uh, thanks Kix.”

He finished wrapping the cut and gently examined the job he did. You wanted him to let go of your hand – you were enjoying it more than you were supposed to.

“Anyway,” continued Kix as he cleared his throat and glanced back up at you, “Don’t make me come find you for things again. Because I will hunt you down.”

“Okay. Can I go now? I have to finish installing that fuel line.”

Kix sighed. “Just wear gloves this time.”

“Sure, doc. Thanks!” With that, you darted out of his medbay, internally cursing yourself for getting into his proximity. You were supposed to be beating back the feelings you had for him. He was one of the main medical care providers, and it was inappropriate for you to be his patient and want to date him at the same time. There was no reason for you to pursue him.

A few days later, you heard a yell for you and your blood ran cold. It was Kix, and he had come to find you. Damn it, what had you done?

You were pretty sure you hadn’t done anything this time, actually. You had meticulously cared for your cut and ensured you hadn’t even stubbed your toe. So, what did he want you for?

“Kix, can whatever it is wait? I’m almost done with my shift.”

“I’m going to stand right here until you are done,” he said, his tone dangerously low. It scared you, to be honest. What was so important that he was acting like this?

That whole time, you tried to act like he wasn’t there. As soon as you took off your gloves, Kix dragged you by your wrist to the medbay. He pulled you in through the doors and then to a smaller office.

You laughed nervously. “What am I doing in here?”

He cleared his throat. “I have a sensitive medical matter to discuss with you, as you’ve put off your health again.”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall. “Oh, yeah?”

“You’ve been putting off your pap smear.”

You blanched, then blushed. “How… how is this relevant? How did you find out?”

“I checked your medical records to see if you had any outstanding needs on file. Since you’re a civvie, I have to make sure your health is tip top, too.” He cleared his throat again and sorted a couple datapads on the desk, briefly glancing up at you.

“So, you brought me here because of a pap smear?” You fumed. “Kix, we’re at war here! The least important medical procedure to focus on is a smear!”

He growled back, “I told you not to make me hunt you down for your health!”

“I don’t think a vaginal examination qualifies!” you shouted. Both of you mirrored each other, furrowed brows, flexing fists, and pursed lips. Then it occurred to you and you deflated slightly.

“Kix, you could have just sent me a message about it. Why did you find a missed examination like this one so important?”

His whole body tensed, but his face relaxed in embarrassment. “I, uh….”

You waited a moment, but he didn’t say anything. “Okay, well, I’m leaving.”

“Because I care about you!” he said loudly and rushed. You stopped in your tracks.

“You care about me?”

“Yeah, more than is appropriate, actually.”

You started to laugh, relieved. “So you hunted me down to give me a smear? All because you like me?”

“Well, when you say it like that, it becomes really inappropriate.” He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, his face getting a little darker in a blush.

“Yeah, yeah it kind of does.”

He sighed. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I tend to stop thinking properly when it comes to you.”

You paused, the said softly, “Maybe you should refer me to another medic.”

“Oh,” he choked out as his face paled, then put a hand on his datapad and dipped his face so it was harder to see his eyes. “Right.”

Oh, dear, he misunderstood. You rushed to continue, “I mean, that way I can admit something to you and it’s no longer inappropriate.”

His head shot up and his glassy eyes met yours, his mouth open slightly.

“I’ve got feelings for you, too, Kix. It was just never appropriate for me to admit it.”

He dropped the datapad on the desk, then glanced down as he belatedly realized it. “Y-you do?”

“Yeah,” you said softly.

He looked between you and the datapad, a hunger suddenly in his eyes.

“Maybe you should fill out the form before you kiss me,” you whispered.

“Y-yeah. Right.” He picked up the datapad and began to furiously type. As soon as he sent it off, he rounded the desk, then paused in front of you.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked quietly. He looked above your head, then pointed his finger at a comms chime as it came through. Then he grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet, then got heavy and hungry. When he pulled back, an odd look was in his eye.

“You realize someone else will have to perform the exam, right?” he asked.

“It doesn’t mean I won’t let you stick your fingers in my -” Before you could finish, he kissed you again. He had obviously been waiting a long time to do this, and now, he was not going to waste any more time.

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 16 - Mulled Wine with Kix

Summary: The mulled wine this year doesn't turn out how you expected, which is fine because you give Kix news he wasn't expecting.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Pregnancy, wine

A/N: I have like six more prompts to catch up with for these Life Day days. So I'll be trying to get to those these next few days!!

You’d spent all day nauseously making the mulled wine for the party tonight but it honestly just smelled bad at this point. 

“And this is… drinkable? Looks a little fancy.” Kix squeezes his arms around your waist teasingly before kissing your neck with a soft chuckle.

“Mmhm.” You smile. “It’s really good.” 

You honestly aren’t sure if it is, you’ve not tasted it yet, for certain reasons. Reasons you’re excited to tell Kix about soon. You’d planned on telling him before the party. 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He grins, pulling away to dip the ladle in and pour himself a cup.

He sniffs it once for good measure before screwing his face up and taking a sip. He makes a distasteful face next before handing you the cup.

“Nope. Sorry.” He grabs water out of the cooler and takes a long swig, obviously trying to get the taste of the wine out of his mouth. “Tastes like… a weird fruitcake?”

“It’s not that bad.” You roll your eyes and then take a tiny sip of his cup and immediately spit it back into the cup. “Okay so it is.”

“See? We are not mulled wine people.” He laughs before popping one of the cookies you made into his mouth.

“Normally, I make really good mulled wine. But… this year, I was actually not planning on drinking it so maybe that’s why it doesn’t taste as good.” You shrug, with a small smirk, waiting to see if he catches on.

“How about this regular wine- Wait… What?” He tilts his head, confused. “Why weren’t you planning on drinking any?” 

You grin. His eyes drop to your stomach and then back up to your eyes, the look on his face of hope. 

“Are you saying-”

You nod, grinning widely at your husband. “Yes!”

Wordlessly, Kix pulls you into his arms and spins you around the kitchen, excitedly. “This is… This is amazing news, cyare.” He kisses you passionately and you can’t help but giggle. 

It’s not like you were actively trying, but you know how much Kix wants a family and vice versa. You’ve been married a few years now, it just feels right. 

“Can we tell our family tonight?” He asks, hopeful.

“Absolutely.” You kiss him on the cheek and go back to finish getting ready for tonight. 

“The guys are going to be so excited. The first ik'aad.” He wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. 

“Ik’aad?” You ask.

“Ik’aad. Baby. The first baby of the family.” He grins. 

Later that night, when all the former 501st are there at the party, Kix pulls everyone into the living room of your luckily spacious apartment. 

“We have news.” Kix tells them, pulling you into his arms. 

Right away, they all understand what You and Kix are about to tell them and start cheering, excitedly, making you laugh. Kix tries to calm them all down so he can get the words out, but it’s no use. Everyone is too excited. Rex comes to give you his congratulations, followed by Tup, Echo, Hardcase, and then Fives. 

“I knew it!” Fives comes up to you, hugging you. “I called it.” 

“How could you know it when I didn’t even know it until today?” Kix rolls his eyes at his vod. 

“I just have a sense for these things.” Fives shrugs, smirking.

“What’s wrong with this wine?” Dogma’s voice comes from the kitchen.

You and Kix both laugh as he goes to pour it down the sink. Maybe you’ll try again next Life Day with the mulled wine.

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[echos-girlfriend]

Howdy!

Yes bestie I can do that for you.. thank you for giving me an excuse to write a fanfic about my two favorite men ❤️

Echo & Kix

(No prompt just some spicy clone content.)

Echo x reader, kix x reader, ABSOLUTELY NO Echo x Kix

Master list

~_~_~_~

“Mesh’la we’re home!”

You put down your book and ran as fast as you could to your apartment door.

“Kixy!! Echo!!”

“Missed you too Mesh’la”

Echo kisses your head.

“We thought about you everyday”

Kix held your waist tightly.

“I thought about you too.. a lot”

You ran your hands down kix’s chestplate and batted your eyelashes at him.

“Oh really Mesh’la? Well how do you want us tonight..”

“One at a time.. I want both of you to get proper treatment.”

~_~_~_~

Kix is a soft but firm lover. He loves to grab you and touch you.. and you love it.

His hands trail down your body before grabbing your butt. His lips attacking yours as you stumble to your bed

“You’re so beautiful cyare .. let me see you”

You slowly took off your clothes and kix watched with intrigue. You were left in your bra and panties. Kix grabbed your waist and laid you on the bed. He kissed you gentle before standing upright.

He took off his armor and the top of his blacks before getting back on top of you.

“Kix don’t make me wait for you”

You whispered seductively and pushed your hips up to meet his bulge. He groaned deeply before taking off his bottoms..

~_~_~_~

Echo has already shed his armor when he came into your bedroom.. you were wearing a small, thin robe and patted the bed for him to join you.

Echo was a special case. He needed lots of reassurance and care but he never disappoints in the romantic department.

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. Your legs wrapping around his body. Your lips melted together and your hands rubbed his head.

His touch made your skin burn as he grabbed your butt and pulled you even closer if it was possible. His lips left yours and traveled down your neck to your collar bone to the edge of your robe where it covers your skin.

“Let me take care of you Mesh’la..”

Echo started to peel of your robe and it fell to floor as his hand took hold of your waist and his lips met your chest.

~_~_~_~

“Are you done in there.. I’m ready for bed”

You giggled and rolled off of echo.

“Yes Kixy.. come in”

He came in and practically jumped into bed with you. One of your boys in each side of your body as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep together..

~_~_~_~

[littlemissmanga]

I am in awe. The way you frame the give and take, the domination and submission in this fic is beautiful. It's sokix soft and it allows the devotion between them to be palpable.

But if I may, somehow your spiciest line wasn't even explicit at all ...

“Hold the table if you need to—” He purrs, and this time it doesn’t sound like the medic, exuding smug deviousness and satisfaction. It’s Kix now, and he’s very pleased with his work. 

Kix being proud of how well he brings you pleasure is so fricken hot I cannot control myself. Thank you for this.

An Explorative Exam

Kix/Reader

Tags: Medical Kink, Gloves, Dom/Sub Undertones, Praise Kink, Est Rel, Pre-Negotiated Scenario, Touch of Aftercare

18+ ONLY

Warm breath, cool hands, the wet between your thighs. Hungry eyes, yet a gentle touch. Cold lips, contrasting soft caresses. 

There’s want there, a deep desire to make you feel. Press your buttons, finesse your body’s interface, a perfectionist at work. 

He’s everything you could possibly need. An amalgamation of tenderness, technique, and tenacity. He molds himself for you, seeking out your wants, gradually pin-pointing each place, each subtle motion that makes you tick. 

It’s not the first time you’ve engaged in this scenario, he indulges your fantasies so easily, slides into the role like he was made for it. Hells, he actually was. 

“Need you to lay all the way back for me sweetheart…that’s it, all the way down.” 

Your back hits the padded table, knees up in the air, tense, poised for what’s to come. But also carrying an uncertainty that always comes with leaving yourself vulnerable. 

Callused fingers stroke your thighs, thumbs soothing circles across your taught muscles. A shiver slithers its way down your spine, curling around the need coiled at your center. 

“Need you to relax for me hun, it’ll be much easier if you’re not so tense.” 

The sensation of his experienced hands holding you in place grounds you. Reassures you that you’re safe, that he’s got you. 

“Alright…” The breath escapes your lips in an almost inaudible sigh, whispering your pent reservations out into the void. 

“There you go, easy does it, love.” He gently taps the inside of each thigh, indicating where he wants you to move, “I need you to open up a little more, give me some room to work.” 

Melting into his firm touches, letting yourself be positioned, limbs fluidly stretching and bending to accommodate his seated form between your legs. You want to be good for him. Pliable in his hold, letting yourself be spread open before him like an antique chest, baring the treasured contents for his perusal. 

The thought of him examining your core, gaze raking over the most intimate parts of you, trained eyes calculating the most clinical way to torment you—causes a gasp of anticipation and pure lust to crawl its way up your throat. 

“We’re just going to take a quick look, and make sure everything’s in working order…” 

A loud snap.

A pulsing jolt to your senses sends an electrifying pattern rippling across your skin. It’s a stark reminder of your completely naked body. Your head bolts upward from the table, eyes wide.

He’s there, close, right between your spread thighs still. Hands in the air, poised—stretching the second glove on. 

His eyes meet yours. 

Something devilish, the need to toy with you, all the while maintaining a calm, professional facade. It revs your internal engine of desire like nothing else. If it was an actual piece of machinery it would have caught fire by now. 

He snaps the other glove on, reaching one of the protected hands forward to rest it on your stomach, dragging the material across the expanse of bare skin until it stops, pressing into your pelvic bone.

And then he squeezes. 

You can’t hold back the moan. 

He knows how much you love those gloves, knows how the sensation of their tacky texture on your skin excites you, has you dripping all over his carefully wrapped table, leaving unseemly splotches of your essence. 

He leaves his hand there, squeezing, then pats you a few times, as if reassuring a wary massifs.

“Don’t want to make a mess now, do we?” 

You shake your head wildly back and forth, “No Sir…” It’s an exhale as well as an exaltation. He wants to know you’re giving him control, letting him lead you and recognizing that leadership. You’re giving him the power here, and he’ll swoop it up happily, and gratify you substantially for your submission. 

Maybe you're a pushover, but you like it when he takes the lead. Maybe it’s old hat, but it satisfies your wanton fancies like nothing else can. 

“Now lay back, and let me do my job.” He brings his other hand to rest on the opposite side of your pelvis, pressing both covered palms down, encouraging you to do as he’s instructed. 

It leaves little room for discussion, and a shudder of anticipation racks you, the first pricks of perspiration tickle the curve of your lower back. Lowering your shoulders and head back down onto the table, your lust swoon mind emptying of all other thoughts. There’s only the pressure of his warm hands, the shameful slick trickling from your entrance, and the cold air of the sterile room pebbling your skin. 

Everything else can wait. Everything else quiets. 

When he speaks again, his tone is deeper, huskier, low notes of velvet and spice. Forcing your head to remain against the table is a fraught battle, drawn to his voice like a blossom to the sun. 

“Relax. Just going to have a look, let me know if you feel any discomfort…”

You find it impossible to form coherent speech as his hands drag down from your hips so slow, it might as well be torture. The fingers coast over your inner thighs, teasing inward, framing your sex on both sides. 

He presses, then pulls outward, spreading you open, the dampness of your core catches the cold air, spiking your gut with thrill. He can see everything like this. Guilty of envy for his touch, your sentence is about to be delivered. 

And gods above, let it be a cruel punishment. Please. 

“Hm…seems like overproduction of lubrication, given the lack of stimuli. We’ll need to take a closer look at that.” 

Two large fingers drag across your opening, starting at the very bottom, working their way to the top, dipping into your folds, dragging through the wetness. It’s as if he’s about to taste the topping of a delicate desert.

You hope to sith hells he does. 

The two digits reach the top of your slit, barely brushing over the swelling bundle of nerves. A gentle caress, yet volts of pleasure crackle up your spine, a furnace igniting at your core. He’s just knocked the ignition switch with the casualness of a part-time mechanic. 

Your whole body quakes, breathy keen elicited from the simplest of touches. The buildup having brought you to the brink already. But he’s not going to give it to you so easily. 

After all, a good medic…takes his time. 

“Kix…” Despite all your resistance, despite your desire to remain immersed in the fantasy, your lips betray your want, begging, singing praise for your medic like a goddamn choir. 

A low laugh, and a kiss to your thigh forgive your exclamation, “It’s a delicate process, patience sweetheart.” 

You're whining now, shamelessly. 

“Going to have to get a feel of what’s going on…inside. You’re going to feel a little pressure.” 

The two fingers tracing your opening, slip down, seek the right angle, and then breach your entrance. It’s like finally getting air after holding your breath for too long. 

Stars form behind your eyelids when you blink, little specks of gold and silver bursts. The gloves are coated in your slick, but the material still catches on your walls, an odd gripping sensation. The traction, coupled with the entire scenario, his calm explanations—it’s coming to a head. 

He pumps them into you deep, spurring a cocoon of heat to form in your abdomen. The fingers curl, seeking your most sensitive spot, pressing even farther into you. 

You gasp, choking on air, and your legs reflexively pull inwards, muscles reacting to the tension in your center, the pleasure pulsing through your nerves. 

His elbows hold them back, “Keep your legs out.”

He’s pumping in and out of you slow, but hard and deep, using his free hand to hold you spread open. 

“Need to open you up a bit more, you’re going to feel some more pressure…” 

A third finger crooks its way up and presses inside. The stretch has you gasping, his broad hands a blessing of incomparable wealth. It breaches your entrance, joining the other digits in pumping you full. Any discomfort is overwhelmed by the pleasure it brings with it, and the slide comes easier now, your wetness bleeding out around his fingers. 

“Easy hun, just like that. There we go.” His voice is steady, instructions uttered without any hesitation or doubt. It feeds your want like kindling. 

“Please…” You can’t take it anymore. 

“You’re doing so well. I’m going to add a little more stimulation.” 

His other hand which had been previously spreading you, slides upwards towards the point of aching need. Two fingers dare to court the crux of your pleasure, masterfully pulling back the hood, and baring the throbbing bud. 

Everything goes silent inside your mind, the languid thrusts of his fingers fade, and the sloppy sounds of your arousal pale, leaving only the moment of pure anticipation.

“Hold the table if you need to—” He purrs, and this time it doesn’t sound like the medic, exuding smug deviousness and satisfaction. It’s Kix now, and he’s very pleased with his work. 

His thumb runs across the swollen bundle, and you lose the ability to comprehend.

White hot pleasure zips across your body, limbs clamping up, fingers seeking purchase on something, anything. You grip the edges of the table like he told you, nails clawing at the padding, mouth agape as if to scream, but no sound comes out. 

He circles you, tracing patterns back and forth, and it’s icy hot ecstasy, mind gone blank with the strength of your climax. He’d worked you over slowly. Letting your peak build with everything but what you actually needed to come. All it took was him pressing the final button to push you over the edge. 

And he’s not just pressing the button, he’s holding it down. And you’ve gone into overdrive. His fingers are still thrusting into you, but fast and hard now, and he’s not going to stop until you exhaust every single drop of pleasure left in your body and mind. 

“So good for me, love…that’s it, let it all out.” He praises you, as your body thrashes against the table. 

It just keeps going, and you’re gulping for oxygen that seems to have exited all the air around you, leaving you incapable of drawing breath. 

Your core is on fire, throbbing, pulsing along with his thrusts, pricking ever so slightly with the pain of overstimulation. 

Finally, you’re released from your silent scream, and your muscles acquit you. Falling with a shuddering slap back onto the table, catching up on the breaths you couldn’t take, limbs curling up into yourself, swaddled in the aftershock of bliss. 

He ever so slowly slides his fingers out of you, letting your shaking legs close, gloves hands leaving a shiny trail behind as they withdraw. 

You hear him moving, the sound of shuffling and the snap of gloves being removed and tossed. It’s only a quick moment until he’s standing beside the table. 

“Hey sweetheart, how do you feel?” He leans down and cups the side of your face, angling it up to meet your eyes. 

You’re utterly spent, pleasantly shattered by his ministrations. Body still racked by the tremors of his touches. He leans down, shading you with his broad form, and lands a delicate kiss on your forehead. It’s soft, sweet, warm, brimming with appreciation and love. The kiss of a partner, and not a clinician. He’s back to his usual self. 

“You did so well.” He whispers into your ear, shivers, and tingling trails of leftover desire coast across the back of your neck. Fine hairs still standing on end. 

You can feel his breath catch, what could be a gentle laugh, “You also made such a mess, going to put down extra protection before your next appointment.”  You groan in resignation and helplessness, it’s less about shame, and more about wanting round two. 

“You may feel the after effects for a few hours, but that’s nothing to worry about.” 

Glancing upwards, mirthful brown eyes meet yours and you manage a stuttering laugh. 

He’s going to be the end of you, and you’re absolutely fine with that. 

[arctrooper69]

Born for This

This is my gift for @starborncyare-deactivated202303 as a part of the @cloneficgiftexchange (which you should go and check out bc there are a TON of amazing fic authors).

Prompt: "Cyar'ika no." // "But it followed me back to camp!"

P.S. Sorry for posting so late tonight. I meant to post it earlier but life got in the way. Hope you like it though!

Holy crap I tagged the wrong person 😱😱😱 I'm so sorry!

Warnings: None?

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"Where in the kriffing galaxy have you be -" Kix stuttered, cutting himself off as you walked through the door holding what looked like a large bundle of towels. Whatever you were carrying barely fit in your arms. "Uh...what is that?"

Before you could respond, the bundle began to wiggle and two long angular ears popped out of the top.

Kix's look of concern flipped to one of disbelief in a matter of nanoseconds.

Oh Force, not again.

Jesse and Hardcase had brought him an injured tooka the week before and it had wrecked havoc in his med bay when it got loose. Kix desperately hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of that disaster.

Though, despite his initial worries, he had to smile. You did look awfully cute sporting that wide grin of yours. He loved how the tip of your nose crinkled when you were truly happy.

Kix took a step forward, curiously peering at the creature cocooned in your arms.

Oh. Kriff.

He almost wished it was a feral tooka.

He slid his hand down his face and took a deep breath as he stepped back. "Cyar'ika," he said evenly, keeping his voice as calm as he could muster. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is."

You looked down as the creature in question poked his head out from beneath the towel, large yellow eyes curiously gazing around the room.

"This little guy?" You cooed at the large cub. He barely fit in your arms.

"Little!?" Kix almost yelled, shooting you an incredulous look. "That thing is a gundark and could very easily tear you apart!"

As if on cue, the cub let out a purring growl before yawning, displaying rows of razor sharp teeth.

You frowned. "His name is Tiny and I don't think he likes what you just said about him."

Kix pinched the bridge of his nose, not quite believing the scene before him.

"You named it!?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"And....what made you decide to bring it here?"

The gundark whined, knocking his head against your shoulder, blinking up at you.

"He was wandering around just outside the base. I think there's something wrong with his paw. He was limping and I thought you could help him!"

"It is a gundark, cyar'ika. Please get it out of my med bay before it eats someone."

Your expression fell. "But he's hurt! He doesn't have a mom anymore! We have to keep him!"

"No. Absolutely not. Go outside. Put it down immediately and go wash your hands."

"But he followed me back to camp! I think he thinks I'm his mom now. Please at least just help me patch him up!"

Kix sighed. Part of him wanted to yell at you, tell you that the cub was dangerous, that it could seriously hurt you. Kix had seen brothers be torn to pieces by these creatures. He could still hear their screams as they were eaten alive. He wanted that danger as far away from you as possible.

On the other hand, the amount of compassion you displayed towards this injured animal was the same kindness he'd seen you show daily as you helped nurse his wounded brothers back to health. You were born for this - he saw it everyday. Watching you be so gentle towards such a bloodthirsty creature stirred something inside of him. You were strong, he knew that, and as much as he tried to keep you out of trouble, danger just followed along behind, but you faced it head on with such a genuine, loving thoughtfulness. It was part of who you were.

Maybe it was time to act on those feelings that had been growing stronger day by day.

Kix chuckled softly as his hand grazed your shoulder. He smiled warmly, latching onto that growing sparkle of dedicated excitement in your eyes.

"Alright, cyar'ika. Let's see what we're working with."

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[sev-on-kamino]

Congrats on 200!!

Was wondering if you could give headcanons about reader shitfaced drunkenly saying I love you and how they react either just right away or both then and the next morning

With whoever you want and however many you want ❤️ but please rex and dogma??

Thank you so much, love!!!

Oooh this is a fun prompt, thank you for sending it in 💙💙

Warnings: being drunk, passing out, but you’re safe as houses with our boys, so no worries. Minors still DNI.

Rex, Dogma, Jesse, Kix, and Fives react to you saying ‘I love you’ when you’re drunk:

Rex

He blinks several times and ??? blue screens

You definitely just said “I love you, Rex.” He’s positive because he’s perfectly sober.

He knows you care for him, but this is another level that he’s not equipped to deal with on the fly, so he just gets you back to the barracks and tucked into your bed.

The next day, he calls you into his office to talk.

After he awkwardly beats around the bush, he finally takes a deep breath, and asks if you remember the night before.

Once you assure him you do, he asks if you meant what you said.

After you make it clear that you meant it drunk, and you mean it sober then you’ll get the softest “I love you too” imaginable.

Dogma

His heart skips a beat, but he thinks you’re teasing him, and he quells the hope that you mean it.

“Did Fives put you up to this?” 😒

You insist it’s true, but it’s hard for him to take you seriously when you can’t even walk straight.

“Sure, sure, cyar’ika.” He sighs, and gets you home safely.

The next day after breakfast he asks again if Fives told you to mess with him.

You ask what the kriff he’s on about, and he tells you.

Your face heats up and you swallow hard. “No, Fives didn’t tell me to say that, I just don’t have a filter when I’m drunk…”

The pair of you stand there a moment while he processes what you just said. “Me too,” he blurts out. “I feel the same about you too I mean.”

Before you can react he kisses you desperately before saying he needs to run drills, or clean something.

Jesse

He grins at you, “Oh, you’re in a fun mood, huh, mesh’la?”

You say it again, crawling into his lap and telling him how gorgeous and perfect he is before passing out.

He holds you close for awhile thinking about how good it would feel to hear you say those words when you meant them.

The next day he takes the time to tease you about how utterly hammered you were. He details the dancing, the singing, and the bar fight you almost started, but he leaves out the “I love you.”

You tell him you just remember getting into his lap and going to sleep.

“Yeah, that’s it. Oh wait, you also told me I was gorgeous and perfect and you love me. Ring any bells?”

“I’ll accept the loving you part, because I do. But the other stuff? You made that up.”

He will definitely argue with you for a good long while before ever getting around to the fact that he loves you too.

Kix

He cups your face, “Tell me again when you’re sober, ok?”

You drunkenly protest, “No I have to tell you now, Kix. I love you.”

He kisses your forehead, and wraps you up in a hug. “Nope, I’m only accepting sober declarations of love, cyare.”

There’s pouting, whining, some tears, and then you pass right out.

The next day he strolls up to you, and hands you meds and a canteen of water before he asks, “Have you gotten all that liquid courage out of your veins? Can I hear those sweet words from my cyare, who can think straight?”

Your face heats up, but you nod and tell him again.

You get the warmest smile full of unspoken devotion before he tells you he loves you too.

Fives

He thinks you’re being playful at first, so he plays along. “Of course you do, mesh’la. Who else could be worthy?”

You get annoyed because you’re not playing, and he’s not listening. It doesn’t help that you’re leaning on him for support, and trying to keep from falling.

“Whatever, Fives. I take it back anyway,” you mutter after enduring his lighthearted teasing.

“You can’t take it back, that’s selfish 😌”

The two of you go back and forth all the way up to him getting you tucked into bed safely.

The next morning he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything before he says, “You know I love you too, right?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Are you fucking with me right now?”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t play with your heart like that, cyare. It’s too precious.”

Your gaze softens, and you lean forward to kiss him, he eagerly meets you halfway, murmuring against your lips how much he loves you.

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[sev-on-kamino]

And then some enterprising young thing marries her clone pen pal, and demands rights and payment.

If you don’t mind lemme just:

My darling Kix,

I hope you’re doing so well, and that you love the scarf my grandmother knitted for you. She hasn’t stopped asking about you since I told her you’d be joining our family. They all love you already, and may be more excited than me for you to return from your deployment. I know I didn’t think it was possible either.

I’ve gathered hundreds of signatures for the petition, and my friends have been out gathering them as well. We’ve already reached out to our senator, who is working tirelessly alongside Senator Chuchi and Senator Amidala. Remarkable women truly.

I am hopeful by the time you’ve successfully completed your current campaign, they’ll have the first draft of the bill ready to present. I’ve learned so much about the process of lawmaking and the power the people can wield to make change happen. I wouldn’t have ever looked beyond myself, if not for you, and I’m so grateful. You’ve truly made me a better person, my love.

I love you with all my heart, and I’ll be fighting hard for you here, just like you’re fighting out there. Without the blasters of course. I’m already on thin ice with the Coruscant Guard after that last protest (the story’s too long for a letter), so I’ll be on my best behavior…for now.

Yours always💙💙

***

Ner Cyare,

The scarf is beautiful, and I’m equally excited to meet your family…well, I suppose they’re my family too now. It feels strange, and wonderful to say that.

I can’t say how proud I am of you for taking action for us. Your fire is second to none, love, and I can’t wait to enjoy it up close again very soon.

Look, I’m sorry, I tried to ignore it, and focus on the other parts of your letter, but why in the stars are you on thin ice with the Guard? What were you doing? I’m going to have Captain Rex reach out to Commander Fox immediately.

Do not get thrown in jail. That’s an order. It’ll be very difficult to enjoy our honeymoon, if you’re locked up.

Jesse wants me to tell you he thinks it’s incredible you nearly got arrested for us. I suppose it is a testament to your commitment to myself and my brothers, but please make sure you’ve at least set aside credits for bail.

I love you with everything I am.

Stay. Out. Of. Jail.

-Kix

Star Wars AU where everything is the same, except the Jedi are worried that their men aren't making bonds with people who aren't Jedi or their brothers, so they create a pen-pal program.

And the senate is like "Ehh..."

And the Jedi are basically, "lol, who's gonna stop us?"

So the Clones start getting letters. And then videos. And then physical gifts. And the next thing you know the senate is getting inundated with furious letters about the mistreatment of the clones.

And then some enterprising young thing marries her clone pen pal, and demands rights and payment.

And Palpatine's response is a Galaxy wide announcement that he isn't going to change anything about the Clones status.

And the people who now consider the Clones friends and loved ones, just say, "I think the fuck not." They demand their senators oust him.

And if it doesn't work, they replace their senators.

Meanwhile, the Jedi are watching this with bemused expressions, while they prepare for the seven weddings that they have to attend in the next week.

[meshla-cyarika]

[rinwritesfics]

Emergency

Plot: Kix panics when he hears you've gotten hurt.

Warnings: Mild language, one bump on the head

Word Count: 639

Author’s Note: Did I really choose Kix for the bingo prompt "emergency"? Yes, because I couldn't not choose him.

Kix ran down the corridor to the hangar bay, medkit in hand. He had to hurry. You were hurt.

He was counting the seconds as he ran for the repair section of the hangar bay. Seconds could be the difference between life and death.

When he arrived into the bay, he came to a quick stop. You were okay. You were upright and smiling.

Or, at least you were until you saw Kix’s panicked look as he looked at you. His cheeks were a bit flushed and his eyes were wide, chest heaving from his mad dash to the bay. He walked over to you, fist gripped so tight around the handle of the medkit his knuckles were growing white.

“Kix, it was just a bump on the head. It’s not a big emergency.” You start to stand up, but Kix stops you.

“I have to check you for a concussion. You did hit your head.”

You sigh, but sit still as he does his concussion check for you. As expected, he comes up with nothing out of the ordinary. No nausea, no headache, no sensitivity to light… you hadn’t even passed out.

He cleared his throat and tried not to feel foolish. “Well, everything looks good. I’m glad you are okay.”

Quickly, he stood up and walked out of the hangar bay with his head held high, pretending not to notice your look of confusion as he stiffly went back to the medbay.

Stupid. When Echo told him it was just a bump on the head, he should have listened.

But this was you. Kix had tried and tried to ignore those feelings growing for you, but they were beginning to overwhelm him. He could barely talk to you anymore. And he knew you were starting to notice.

. . .

He can overhear Jesse in the corridor as he’s walking past. “So Kix comes barreling through the corridor like his ass is in fire, thinking it’s a major medical emergency just because Y/N was injured.”

Fives laughs. “He has it so bad for them. But here we have the denier and the oblivious. It’s like watching a show.”

“I dunno about you, but it’s kinda my favorite show,” Jesse laughs. “Each interaction makes me want to grab snacks and watch intently.”

Kix finally had enough. “Alright, are you two done?”

Both of his brothers looked at him with wide eyes, but Fives recovered first. “Depends, are you done painfully pining over them?”

Kix pursed his lips, then turned away, causing Fives to whoop in laughter.

“Pining?” came a familiar voice from around the corner, causing Kix’s stomach to turn. He blanched and his eyes widened. It was you. You had heard, and you had heard everything.

As you came around the corner, Kix slowly spun on his heel and Jesse dragged Fives away.

“Kix, is it true?” you asked softly.

Kix swallowed thickly, then nodded. “Yeah,” he said, his voice cracking. “Yeah, I like you.”

You blushed a little, then smiled. “I like you, too. I have for a while.”

His expression brightened. “Yeah?”

Your chuckle was music to his ears. “Yeah, you goof. Why do you think I get so quiet around you?”

“I thought you may just not like me.”

“Very much the opposite. Thank you for checking on me earlier.”

“I’ll always drop everything for you, cyar’ika.”

You bit your lower lip and smiled shyly.

He grinned. “Could I kiss you?”

You nod and smile, leaning forward. He meets you in the middle, the kiss soft and slow. You both had waited for this for so long. His hands reach to touch your shoulders when a whistle gets directed at the kiss from Fives. Both you and Kix flip him off without breaking away from the kiss, earning a laugh from down the corridor.

Taglist is open!

[kaminocasey]

Howdy 🤠. I may be know As echo’s girlfriend but… I do have another love 👀 shhhhh! don’t tell anyone! I would love some good Kix domestic fluff.. anything you want. I just need some good stuff involving my second lover boy. 💙🤍💙

I know I said I was gonna wait to do this but I had this little scene in my head just kinda hanging out. I'm so freaking soft for this man. Sorry it's kinda short!!

Thanks for the request!! <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; smut mentioned, fluff

The rain was coming down pretty hard outside of your apartment in the lower levels of Coruscant. You always kept your blinds closed but today, you decided to leave them open a little bit so you can watch the rain. Pink neon lights from the bar across the street shine in slightly, casting a glow over Kix’s naked form.

Kix is still passed out from last night’s lovemaking, his lips parted as he softly still snores. You kept each other awake into the early hours of the morning, until neither one of you could stay awake any longer. 

You sit up against your headboard with a warm cup of caf and your book, running the pad of your thumb over your bottom lip, remembering just how Kix had kissed you as soon as you’d opened the door for him when he finally got back home from whatever planet they’d been on the last few weeks.

“You’re home!” You jump into Kix’s arms as the door slides shut and he drops his duffel on the floor.

Crushing your lips to his, he groans softly against your mouth, clearly craving you as much as you’d been craving him.

“I’m home.” He supports you from the bottom, carrying you to your bedroom immediately. “Maker, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you even more.” You pull off your t-shirt, toss it to the floor, revealing your lace underwear that you’d worn only because you were behind on laundry, but it turns out that it wasn’t for nothing.

“My favorite pair.” He flips you over on your front, pulling your ass up so that he can grind his hardened length over the lace. 

“Last pair.” You laugh.

He chuckles. “Well, I better not get them dirty then.” 

Kix slides them down over your ass, down your thighs and then removes them the rest of the way and tosses them over on top of your dresser for later. He surprises you by dropping to his knees and then starting to bury his face in your already wet warmth-

“You’re awake?” Kix’s soft sleepy voice pulls you out of your memory and back into the present.

“Mmhm. It’s raining.” You murmur, sitting the cup of caf and your book down on your bedside table.

Kix pulls you down to him so that he can cuddle you and bury his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. “Really did miss you, mesh’la.” 

“I missed you more.” You sigh as he kisses a trail up your bare shoulder.

All you want to do is stay in this bed with this man and never leave.  

“I promise you one day…” He starts, but you know the rest. It’s like a little mantra at this point.

“You’ll never have to leave again. I know.” You smile. “I can’t wait for that day.”

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[littlemissmanga]

Imagine this: ur sitting in Jesse's lap, facing away, stuffed full of his cock, legs spread out over his. Jesse's got a firm grip on your hips to keep you still while u suck Kix off. Meanwhile the feeling of Jesse's cock is too delicious to ignore so u start grinding down on him. Kix cums and decides to return the favor by licking ur clit while ur STILL sitting on Jesse. You feel the pleasure building and cum crying out Kix's name. Jesse grabs ur hips and says hes gonna make u say his name next

whew - had to jot some shit down bc this thot could not go unanswered

Jesse x f!reader / Kix x f!reader | masterlist

Explicit | 18+ only | smut. cockwarming. piv. oral - m & f receiving. basically everything that's in the ask + some twists

Jesse’s muscular thighs hold yours open - spreading you wide - lips split as they mold around his thick cock

“Stay right here, baby. Just like this,” he whispers in your ear - breath hot against the cartilage - chin notched where your shoulder curves into your neck

Your back sticks to his firm chest, the sheen of sweat gluing the two of you together

Hands secure on your hips, Jesse holds you in place - the press of calloused fingertips on your skin

You’re stuffed full, impaled between your legs and your jaw stretching to accommodate Kix’s cock as he thrusts back and forth, slowly, nudging the cavern of your throat with each forth - back and forth - back and forth

You can practically feel your arousal oozing from where your pussy stretches around Jesse - pooling on his groin - the patch of maintained curls

Kix’s hand rests just under your jaw, the supple skin bulging under his palm

You relax your tongue, allowing him to glide in smoothly with each cant of his hips all while Jesse keeps your lower half unmoving

“Osik - your mouth is perfect, darling,” Kix praises with a cunt-tingling groan, throwing his head back in bliss before meeting your eyes as they peer up at him. “Look so pretty spread open and propped up like this- ”

It isn’t difficult to tell when Kix is close, and as his thrusts gain more purpose and momentum, breaths deepening and the grip on your throat tightening, you feel his cock swell and explode while engulfed in the warmth of your mouth - the tang of his release trickling down your throat

Kix gasps and murmurs a breathy curse when you squeeze your lips together as he tries to withdraw his spent appendage - catching the head and suckling every last drop from him

Jesse chuckles, his own cock twitching in the depths of your cunt

“What a good girl,” says Kix, thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip. “Our perfect girl,” Jesse adds, fondling your breasts

Kix leans forward to catch your lips in a tangy kiss - tongue briefly brushing against yours

Unable to ignore the stagnant heat itching to grow into a blazing fire, you rock experimentally on Jesse’s lap, earning a hum from him that could either be construed as displeasure at your impatience or approval at your impatience

You turn your head back to gaze at him - the dark colors of lust glowing dangerously in his eyes

“Please,” you whine - nails digging into his thighs - twisting the thick hairs between your fingers

You blink at him, hoping the look in your own eyes paired with the soft expression on your face is enough to convince him to fuck you already

“Jesse, ple- oh- ”

Whipping your head forward, Kix is now on his knees between your legs, mouth ghosting over your mound and tongue poking between his lips, gently prodding your clit with the silky, wet muscle

Kix smirks, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he tests your reactions - repeating the quick licks to your aching clit

You feel yourself tighten around Jesse’s cock with each jostle to the bundle of nerves - thighs twitching

“Shit, vod,” Jesse rasps, “Do that again - she likes it”

You can’t take your eyes off Kix - his tongue - as he shapes it around your clit - lapping

The low rumble in Kix’s throat as he chuckles makes you whimper, grasping Jesse’s thighs as you resume the gyrations against him - chasing your pleasure

You practically buck against Kix’s skillful tongue, coaxing him to press it harder as the pressure starts to build in your abdomen - sparks shooting to your toes

Jesse’s breathing picks up as you work yourself on him, no doubt feeling the strong muscles of your inner walls constricting his length tighter and tighter as you climax

“Kix - ohhh, Kix! Fuck- ”

Thighs quivering as you futilely struggle to shut them around Jesse’s, you cry out, riding out the wave of bliss - head thrown back against his shoulder

Jesse mouths at your neck, the smooth edge of his teeth lightly scraping along the sensitive skin

Kix stands upright, wiping the gloss of spit from his lips - cock twitching to life at the apex of his thighs

Jesse sucks in a breath, kneading the flesh of your hips - nibbling your ear

“Mmm, baby - wanna hear you scream out my name next.. ”

You exhale with a soft laugh, feeling him throb inside the slippery channel of your cunt

Then a single, upright jolt of Jesse’s hips makes you gasp loudly - air knocked from your lungs

He continuously repeats the previous motions, picking up speed and force each time as you grasp the meat of his thighs for balance

The grunts and groans coming from behind you has your head spinning - the pressure once again bubbling in your core

Kix steps back - head shaking in amusement - cock in hand

“Hurry up,” he urges the ARC, eyes focused on where your pussy splits open around his vod. “I want a ride.”

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[sev-on-kamino]

I'm assuming all these fun questions are part of a fun game or something so I'm Here to provide more anon fun shenanigans. I demand to know what kinks you think Kix has 👀

You’re speaking my language, friend!

Answer below the cut 😎

warnings: breath play, competency, praise, and mirror kinks, hot wax

Kix 100% without a doubt fucks. Now we’ve got that established 😌

He’s deffo into breath play, knows exactly how far to push you, so it’s blissful and makes you want more.

He’s got a competency kink, and seeing someone he’s attracted to be absolutely brilliant at something 😩 medic!reader with insanely neat sutures? 👀 mechanic!reader who’s so good every pilot trusts her with their fighter? 👀

He is very into sex in front of mirrors. He wants to be able to see your face in every position, and how he’s making you feel.

Baby boy has a Praise Kink, tell him he’s beautiful, tell him how good he’s making you feel, tell him he’s the best at what he’s doing.

He enjoys playing with hot wax. Again he knows exactly how to do it safely, so both of you have fun 🕯️