#bode x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

So I have two questions:

One:

Should I write smut for Cal?

The plot is just him and the reader going at it on his work bench.

Or

The reader see’s Cal wearing an imperial uniform and the two go at it on an imperial ship.

Two:

Should I write a smut fic with Bode?

The plot would be the reader seducing him, the two going at it in a cantina / saloon.

Let him be happy cause he deserves it.

Now I have not forgotten about my Leon fics, I just haven’t gotten the chance to write out those long fics.

Also I need to replay the game again not to mention I’m finally getting back into Star Wars.

I just love this game and it needs more love.

[drakoneve]

Fire Country Masterlist

Requests are OPEN. Who I write for listed below the cut;

Bode Leone (Donovan)

coming soon...

Jake Crawford

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Manny Perez

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Eve Edwards

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[i-wanna-write]

You Left Us - Bode Leone/Donovan x Reader

Synopsis: Reader and Bode had a relationship before the accident that changed everything. After that night, Bode left everything and everyone behind, including reader. Now he’s back and reader has some things to say and drops a bombshell.

Takes place during “Pilot”

Disclaimer: I tried googling so much to see how long Bode was gone before returning to Edgewater and there was nothing!!! I think he mentioned he got 4 years for the robbery and 2 years served before parole. So let’s say he’s been gone for 5 years!

Words: 1k +

Warnings: like 1 mention of intimacy, 2 F bombs. I think that’s it!

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When you got the call from Eve, you didn’t know what to think. After all this time he’s just here, in Edgewater, back in your life. 5 years of nothing. Of you trying your damn hardest to find him, to see if he was okay, hell to make sure he’s alive. You came up empty so many times you finally had to give up.

Yet here he is.

In Edgewater at Three Rock. Working as a con firefighter. Working the job that’s his legacy only in an orange jumpsuit rather than the firefighter shield.

Your heart breaks.

The two of you dreampt about your future together so many times. About how he was finally clean and sober and ready to settle down. About how you have been through so much together, and how you were by his side through his worse struggles.

But the accident happened and all of that was thrown away.

All these thoughts, all the memories are running through your head as you stand outside the hospital room. Sharon just went in, looking at her son for the first time in five years.

You watch as Vince creeps into the doorway to look at his son - the man you know he blames for his daughter’s death - and see his mouth move as he utters one sentence.

“What are you doing here Bode?”

Despite your good relationship with Vince, you hate that those words are the first he utters. How he still blames Bode after all these years.

You walk towards the doorway, getting Vince’s attention. He looks at you for a moment before nodding his head and leaving. He said all he needed to say to his son.

You see him for the first time in 5 years, noting how he looks so similar yet so different. The orange jumpsuit doesn’t look right on him. It makes it appear that he’s simply wearing it as a Halloween costume. Your gaze travels up his legs and to his chest, noticing that he’s filled out more and has more muscle.

You can’t seem to bring your eyes to his face.

Sharon notices you and turns toward Bode.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” She says before walking away from her son.

She places her hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently before quietly leaving the room.

Silence fills the room now, neither one of you being the first to speak. Your gaze is straight ahead, locked on Bode’s wide chest.

“Y/N.” He finally says, his voice a whisper.

You finally look at him and want to cry. Despite his bodies physical change, his face is still the same only speckled with blood and cuts. His eyes are just as blue, eyelashes just as long. His chin is draped in stubble, connecting with his hair by his ears. His hair - how you missed running your fingers through it due to its long length and pulling on it during your most intimate moments.

“How- how are you?” Bode questions with such hesitance in his voice.

“How am I?” You repeat slowly. You give a little chuckle. “Well, I’m looking at a ghost of a man I loved, so how do you think I am?”

Bode nods, expecting that answer. “Y/N, I know there’s nothing I can say that-“ Bode starts, taking a step towards you but you interrupt, hand raised.

“Don’t. There is not nothing, and I mean nothing, you can say to me. You had 5 years to say soemthing, anything! But you didn’t. No call, text, email, hell no fucking pigeon sending a letter! I didn’t know if you were somewhere strung out or dead or in jail. But I guess now I have my answer.”

You mutter the last answer, knowing it will cut deep into him like a knife. But he deserves it, you remind yourself. He left you with no explanation, and not once contacted you to simply say he was okay.

You watch as Bode hangs his head, nodding. He agrees with everything you said of course. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, yet he threw it away. Too lost in his own grief to stick around.

“I understand, I do. It’s not an excuse but I couldn’t stay here. I had to leave. I had-“

“You left us!” Your voice raises this time, again cutting him off. “We just moved in together and I had to try to pay it myself. I lost my bestfriend that night and my boyfriend! I’ve had to live the past 5 years without both of you! I had to try to stay afloat! I had to do it by myself. I had to set up appointments and- and deal with the late nights alone and look at schools and -“

This time you cut yourself off, knowing you said too much.

Bode takes another step toward you and now you’re a foot away, eyes locked on his as you know what he’s about to say

“Us?” He questions quietly. “What do you mean us? Us who?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed and mind racing.

You sigh, tears falling from your eyes. You try to wipe them with your hand but they don’t seem to stop falling.

“I was going to tell you that night.” You reveal. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I had the whole thing planned. But, it happened and than days later, you were just gone”

You bring your hand back down and wrap them both around yourself, trying to find comfort. You didn’t mean for it to come out like this. For him to find out like this - or to find out at all as you considered the possibility that he was dead.

“I was pregnant.” You continue. “And- and I had to have our baby alone. I had to raise him, without you. Tell him that you aren’t here, that- that you-“

Bode cuts you off, his arms wrapping around your waist as sobs leave you. You face is against his chest as his arms run up and down your body, trying to calm your tears. You unwrap your arms from yourself and snake them around his neck, holding him tighter as you try to compose yourself.

You take a deep breath and inhale solely Bode. Despite how many years has passed, he still smells the same. Wood, spice, and for some reason he always had the faint scent of cinnoman. Maybe that’s why those are your favorite candles

Bodie pulls away after a few moments but doesn’t let go, his arms still on your waist. You notice tears in his bright blue eyes and can’t help but reach up and wipe one away.

“We have a baby?” He questions, his voice cracking slightly.

The guilt he feels right now is different than when Riley died. That guilt caused an ache in his heart that never went away, like a piece was missing. But this guilt is in his chest and throat, it feels as if he cannot swallow and the whole world is crumbling.

Not only did he leave you behind, but he left his baby, his unborn child and you had to care for them, alone - without him.

You nod, smiling slightly. “Well, he’s not much of a baby anymore.”

“He?” Bode questions, eyebrows raised.

You reach into your back pocket and pull out your phone. Wanting to show him your screen saver. To show him a picture of the child he helped create

“This is Benjamin Bode Leone. Born May 26. 7lbs 3 ounces. 10 fingers. 10 toes.” You pull away slightly to allow him a better look.

He carefully grabs your phone and stares at the picture. You watch as tears form in his eyes again and he traces the picture with his finger. You can’t help but smile at the seen.

Benjamin is a carbon copy of his father. Bright blue eyes, slightly curly blonde hair, and a mischievous smile that allows him to get away with just about anything.

You allow him a few more seconds to look at the picture before speaking again.

“I should hate you.” You whisper. “But I can’t. You’re his father and whether you stay in Edgewater or not, I- I want you to somehow be apart of his life. Only if you want to.” You finish quickly, not wanting to make a decision for him.

“No.” Bode states, still looking at the picture. “No I would love to be a part of his life. I - I’ve fucked up so many things, but this, he, he is one thing I got right.” Bode paused, looking up to meet your eyes. “That and loving you.”

You smile. You knew in that moment, he would never leave you again. Not if he could help it.

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*me hiding*

So, did you like it???? Again, I’m so new at this so please, leave a like or comment or reblog! I appreciate it so much!

💜 Kenzie

[sevs-corner]

Based off (@/bluegiragi) CoD: Tf 141 Monster AU

(YALL ALREADY KNOW I HAVE TO DIP MY TOES INTO IT TOO)

tw: for the the future gore and all that, nsfw for the alluding/implications but no nsfw scenes (i cant write em at all) but still, 18+ !!!

I have a dark…veryyyyyy self-indulging dark and angsty idea for the AU

Imagine that you are on the run, barely surviving as one of the only humans left in a world overrun by hybrids.

Because of an outbreak making them quite feral, the human population dwindled in number as the Hybrids became more out of control yet better in controlling their species.

{A/N: Think of the serum/flowers used in Zootopia- something like that LMAO while re-reading this i just realized what i referenced w/o knowing}

Here’s how you enter the picture—

Humans, were actually found to be an amazing source to placate the disease, but because of the diminished amount of people, a ‘human’ now becomes a highly sought out commodity.

And the Tf 141 gang are one of those groups of who are privy to the information and has access to those resources.

High up in the food chain, they had both the money and the means to get this cure.

Yet, they were growing mad with each and everyday without one. They knew they were withering, becoming a shell of their former selves— so they become desperate.

Pulling every string they know, tugging at every thread they could find.

Surprise, surprise—they didn’t even need to look too far,

not when you stumbled right into their little trap.

A trap, they didn’t even intend for you— but here you are, strolling in like the pretty lil’ thing that you are.

Tangled up in a net, struggling and squirming like some prey, hoping to escape—

hoping to not be eaten.

But they can’t help it, you know?

Not when you smell so… utterly delicious and so tempting to claim for themselves.

In.

Any.

Way.

Possible.

[bullet-prooflove]

Something Else: Bode Leone x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @jeysbae @cloveroctobers @dizzybee03 @a-porcelain-gir1 @missy203 @floydsglasses @@alixw22x @shelbygeek @muligatorrr @jaybae @yousigned-upforthis @kmc1989 @brenobikenobi @mini-bee-bee @timmybradford @zippeylay @rhilee91 @switchbladeclub @itzkiarabxtches @girlinwounderland @choppedgalaxynerd @drunkangels @freecreationpost @stefani-topaz @chlo-lo14

One of Bode’s favourite things about being out on parole is the upgrade in shower facilities.

In prison you get ten minutes in the company with at least one other person, you try not to look but it’s incidental. The water was always freezing cold or scalding, there’s no in between. It was different at fire camp, you get fifteen minutes to yourself but the water pressure was shitty and the temperature tepid at best.

At home with you he gets as much hot water as he wants for as long as he wants, and baths…

They are a game changer after a hard day working construction or volunteering with Cal Fire.

Another thing he enjoys is the aromatherapy aspect. He’s used to relying on the shit they have in commissary and then what Cap was able to source from the General Store. It was always nameless, scentless, rough on his skin.

When he comes across the Wild & Sage stall at the Farmer’s Market he’s overwhelmed, he’s always liked the idea of natural products he’s just never been able to try them due to his legal predicament.

“I don’t know what to choose.” He says softly to you, his fingertips trailing over the silver reuseable containers. “There’s so many…”

“That’s what samples are for.” You say quietly, taking his hand in yours. You dab your fingers into the moisturising cream before spreading it across the back of his hand. He raises it to his nose inhaling it and that scent, the woodsy overtone, it makes everything feel a little lighter. His skin feels softer, less tight, less dry.

He spends over thirty minutes in front of that stall, talking with the vendor, trying all the samples. He works out what he likes, what he doesn’t like. He ends up spending a small fortune on toiletries, something he’s never done in his life.

“It’s nice to see you investing in yourself.” You tell him, when you come back from the florist with a bouquet of sunflowers tucked into the crook of your arm.

He smiles when the bathroom door clicks open, he sees your shape beyond the frosted glass, hears the sound of your clothes falling onto the tiles. This is the other thing he likes, the company.

“Hi.” He murmurs as you step underneath the stream of water with him.

“Hi.” You say, your fingers threading through his damp hair as you press against him.

“God you feel good.” He whispers against your lips, your fingers wrap around his cock and he inhales sharply because the sensation of your hand working him over, it’s bliss.

“But this is better right?” You tease, your thumb tracing over the tip of his cock.

He moans into your mouth because you, you have magic hands. He’ll never get tired of the way you touch him, the light brush of your fingertips, the steady intense pressure of your palm. The ecstasy, it builds in the base of his spine, searing through his synapses as you stroke him a little faster, a little harder. His breathing becomes ragged, his kisses messy, he’s right there at the edge of the precipice when your pussy envelops him.

He can’t think, he can’t breathe, all he can do revel in the sensation of that tight wet heat as it grips him.

“Baby.” He drawls as you clench around the tip of his dick. “Fuck baby, fuck!”

He comes so fucking hard that he sees stars, his release spilling into you. When he pulls out, it coats the head of his cock. You grasp his shaft, smearing his spent all over your pussy and he almost loses it all over again. You kill him with this shit, he swears to God, you do.

“You are something else you know that?” He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest coming to rest upon yours. “Truly you are.”

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[cloveroctobers]

NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18.  “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8.  “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

[purestxblood]

𝗜 𝗗𝗢, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦.

"You look at her like you just realized what love is."

(𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙭 𝙛!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧). 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝟭.𝟭𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀.

Gabriela Perez was absolutely utterly stunning. You had known it the second she returned to town when the crowd of men from your youth had whispered sweet nothings laced with jealousy upon Jake and his Olympian diver girlfriend. She was dazzling, captivating, a heartfelt embrace, a caring soul. Her laugh was bliss, equivalent to the shine within her iris every time her smile grazed her cheeks. It wasn’t a surprise that Bode had taken interest in her, their chemistry aflame greater than the burn of forest fires. 

How you managed to lace your fingers with Bode’s after all these years still had you pondering late at night once you returned home from your nightly runs along Three Rock borders. As you stared upon your ceiling nights following, watching the wings of the fan rotate clockwise, you couldn’t help but wonder if your connection with Bode was just as dire, if not more. 

You were a moth to a flame, feverishly stealing caresses and kisses behind the tree and brush. However, there were moments where you couldn’t help but feel as if you were playing cat and mouse with a man who didn’t want to be captured, but simply allowed himself to be solely for the fact of not being alone.

Deep blue eyes of longing, opened mouth kisses to your exposed skin were enough reason to silence your fear. Still, within your core, you sadly knew the hidden depths of reality. Watching Gabriela stand across from Diego hand in hand was the pivotal moment.

It was the way Bode couldn’t tear his eyes off the altar. You could’ve sworn the second the church doors departed with the bride in the center, that you heard him lose his breath. Only a glimpse of Gabriela was spared before you were fixated upon your boyfriend, idling watching the way he simply watched his ex.

Yours and Bode’s hands had been laced yet his attention had been so drawn to Gabriela, he hadn’t noticed you slip your fingers from his twine. You were a moth and he was the flame, no longer a pull of desire but a burnt out flame. As Gabriela passed your aisle, you had taken a step away from Bode, no longer shoulder to shoulder, a gap in between that he once again failed to notice.

Gabriela and Diego’s voices echoed their vows and for a moment intended to be pure, raw, and beautiful, you couldn’t share the communion of love. Your eyes kept flickering between the couple standing before you to Bode’s; and with every glance upon his eye, did your heart only crack. 

It was the way Bode’s oceanic eyes were wide, heavily yearning for something far from reach. Staring him made your stomach turn, your heart feeling as if it were being squeezed until blood no longer flowed enough for it to beat. 

There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to remotely describe the feelings you were succumbing to. The tips of your ears brimmed red, mimicking the warmth upon your cheeks; your heart thumping ever so loudly you felt as if it could be heard rhythmically to the organ as the couple sealed their fate forever.

The second the wedding party had followed Gabriela and Diego, you were quick to dismiss yourself from the aisle, refusing to spare Bode a glance. The church hall and reception were the last place you wanted to be, more so than attending with Bode. Escaping was all you had on your mind, withdrawing without a sound in peace to let out the sobs vibrating the base of your throat.

You felt utterly stupid for even thinking that maybe, just maybe, you were different–that what you and Bode had was different.

While wedding guests followed the bride and groom to the church entrance, you took a beeline the opposite direction, sliding through the back door. Crisp autumn air breezed your face and you let out a long heavy breath. It felt like you were choking but you couldn’t help but gasp as tears freely fell upon your cheeks.

You buried your face in your hands, your fingers pressing into your eyelids as you silently willed yourself to stop crying. Today was supposed to be filled with love yet here you found yourself weeping over a broken heart you should’ve seen long coming.

It doesn’t hurt to dream that we can be more than just something, you uttered to your best friend when you admitted that you had fallen in love with Bode. She had been against you both from the start, standing by the notion that you were only going to be broken in the end. If only you had listened instead of letting the concept of newfound love take reign. 

Dreaming had been a lot easier, less painful than the predicament you were in now.

“Foolish,” you whispered to yourself in disappointment, “so stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

Bode’s voice made you straighten, your shoulders square adjacent to your chin…jaw taunt. You were certain your mascara had darkened, leaving lash marks underneath your lower eyelid, possibly even trailing down your face. Licking your lips, you rocked on your heels, shaking your head.

“Nothing,” you spoke, your voice betraying you with the ache in tone.

You refused to turn and meet his gaze, not wanting him to see your state but Bode made it difficult to do so. His boots crunched atop fallen leaves and simply by the sound, did you know he was closing the gap to you.

“Hey,” he said softly. His fingers lightly grazed the top of your hand before you could pull it away, confining it to your chest. “What’s wrong?”

Your fingers caressed the spot of your hand he touched and you turned your face, “I’m going home.”

“Home?” he huffed, “why would you be going home?”

You sighed and turned, revealing your broken features, “because this is the last place I want to be.”

Bode’s blue gaze softened upon your exterior and his feet moved on autopilot, desperate to embrace you. 

“No, Bode,” you took a step back, your open palms bracing his chest to keep him apart from you. “You’re not making any sense,” he sounded.

His eyes lingered upon your features, searching for answers to the confusion knitting his brows. “This wedding makes a lot of sense,” you whispered, your eyes blurring with new sprung tears. “I think you liked the idea that maybe you could love me…” you admitted, “but–” you inhaled a breath of air, willing your voice not to crack, “you don’t look at me the way you look at her”.

Bode’s lips parted but you cut him off before he could even beg you to differ, "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨.”

Your name sweetly rolls off his tongue, syllables laced with sympathy, lacking adorn.

“I love you Bode,” you licked your lips, “but it would be stupid of me to even think I could amount to that.”

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[blxkstar]

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[weevil-wallflower]

Scars

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: Even a Jedi Knight needs some reassurance from time to time.

Warnings/Tags: Spoilers for Jedi: Survivor, canon-typical violence, SFW, no use of Y/N, minor angst.

A.N.: My fifth entry for Cal Kestis Week 2024! It follows the Day 4 prompt ‘Scars’. I've been meaning to get this one out like four days ago, on the last day of Cal Kestis Week but unfortunately work and studies prevented me from finishing it on time. And yes, another older prompt but I simply had to use this idea! Gif by me!

Also on AO3!

Word Count: ~1,600

The final moments of Cal’s fight with Dagan were a blur of pain and fury. As the duel between Cal and Dagan came to a brutal end, Dagan’s lightsaber struck Cal across his chest, sending a shockwave of agony through his body. The sizzling sound of burning flesh filled the air as Cal staggered, his tunic scorched around the fresh wound while his lightsaber clattered to the floor.

The redhead clutched the wound as he felt the charred fabric of his tunic cling to the cauterised wound. The world around him flipped as he collapsed to the ground, his vision narrowing to the sight of Dagan’s triumphant sneer.

Taking in a deep breath and pushing away the pain for the moment, Cal Force-pulled his lightsaber towards him and used one of Dagan’s own hallucinations against him. He focused intently, allowing the Force to shape his image into that of Santari, Dagan’s late friend. The vision caught Dagan off guard, his defense faltering as he grappled with the apparition of the one person who he trusted most. Seizing the opportunity, Cal's lightsaber blazed with lethal accuracy, piercing right through Dagan's chest. Dagan's pained scream was mixed with a sizzling sound as the blade tore through muscle and bone. Cal twisted the sword, guaranteeing a fatal strike.

Just as victory appeared to be imminent, Dagan used the Force to painfully seize Cal's body, suspending him mid-air. Dagan’s voice, filled with rage and desperation, rang through the chamber as he yelled about Tanalorr, his dream fading away. Cal struggled against the invisible grip, his own strength waning.

BD-1, seeing the peril his friend was in, acted swiftly. With frantic beeps and nudges, the little droid managed to wake Bode, who had previously been rendered unconscious by Dagan. Realising the dire situation, Bode aimed his blaster at Dagan and fired, the shot breaking Dagan’s concentration and releasing Cal from his grasp.

With a final lethal strike to across the chest, Cal sent Dagan crumpling to the ground, his body twitching as the life drained from his eyes. Cal stood over him, his chest heaving with the effort and pain of the fight.

Bode slowly approached the redhead, his expression a mix of relief and concern. “Cal, are you okay?” He asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Cal glanced at Bode, his face a mask of determination despite the agonising pain in his chest. "I'm fine," he lied, his voice strained. All he wanted was to get away from there and be in your comforting arms.

Bode studied him for a moment, seeing through the facade but deciding not to press further. He placed a reassuring hand on Cal's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You did good, brother," Bode said softly, his tone filled with warmth. "Go on ahead. I'll stay and survey the area. And see if I can find a manual for that compass or something..."

Cal nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over him at Bode's support. "Thanks, Bode," he replied, his voice a bit more genuine.

With a final look at his fallen foe and a nod to Bode, Cal turned and made his way back towards Pyloon’s Saloon. Hand pressed to the wound on his chest, each step sent a wave of pain radiating through his body but he forced himself onwards, driven by the need to be with you. He knew that in your arms, he would find the solace and comfort he desperately needed.

When he finally entered your shared quarters below Pyloon’s Saloon, stumbling in through the back door—most likely to avoid everyone in the cantina—You were already there waiting for him, your expression one of great concern. As soon as Cal stumbled in, BD-1 hopped down from his back, rushing over to You with worried beeps about the Jedi.

“Cal,” You said softly, rushing over to his side. “Let me take a look at that.”

He nodded, his emerald eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and resignation. His tunic sported a burnt slash across his chest where the lightsaber had struck him, the fabric singed and charred around the wound. Carefully, You guided him to sit on the bed, your touch gentle but firm. You gently pried his tunic off, being careful not to aggravate the wound further before You began to examine the injury. BD-1 perched on your shoulder, his beeps and chirps a constant stream of worry as he watched You work.

When the wound came into view, You couldn’t help but gasp at the horrible sight, your heart aching for the pain Cal had endured. The wound was a searing, angry red slash across his chest, blackened at the edges and blistered from the intense heat of the lightsaber.

The silence in your quarters was thick with unspoken words. As You worked, Cal couldn’t help but shakily trail his fingers over the fresh slash on his chest, wincing at the pain but also more at the thought of yet another mark added to his already scarred body. Each one told a story of pain and survival, a testament to the battles he had fought. His body was already littered with scars—what was another?

The redhead’s mind swirled with anguished thoughts. How could You, someone so beautiful and kind, love someone like him? How could You look at his scarred body and see anything other than ugliness—to see someone who was capable of more than just war and violence? The doubts gnawed at him, twisting in his gut like a knife.

After cleaning the wound and sealing it with a bacta patch, You looked up at him, your eyes solemn. “This will scar,” You said quietly, your voice tinged with sadness.

Cal forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, it’s just another one for the collection, right? Sure to impress you...”

Despite his playful words, the tone of his voice was heavy with sorrow. You could see the weight of his past experiences and hardships pressing down on him, the scars not just on his skin but deep within his soul.

You paused, your hands still on his chest and met his gaze with a gentle, unwavering look. “Cal,” You said softly, “you could be doing anything at all—something as simple as planting a seed in the cantina’s garden—and you would still impress me.”

The sincerity in your voice penetrated his defenses, and for a moment, the pain and fear melted away. He looked at You, really looked, and saw the depth of your care and admiration for him. It wasn’t the scars that defined him in your eyes, but the strength, courage and kindness that lay beneath them.

A lump formed in Cal’s throat as he struggled to find the right words. “You have no idea how much that means to me…” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, the weight of his battles felt lighter, the burden of his scars less daunting.

You smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of fiery hair from his forehead. “I do, Cal. And I’m here with you, scars and all.”

BD-1 let out a soft, comforting beep, hopping down from your shoulder to nestle closer to Cal to affirm your words.

Under the soft light of your shared quarters, as the tender moment between You and Cal lingered, You were overcome with a sudden urge to reassure him of your love and acceptance, scars and all. Gently, You leaned in and pressed a tender kiss around the fresh slash on his chest, feeling the tension in his body begin to melt away. Cal’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as he absorbed the warmth of your touch.

Moving upwards, You kissed the long scar on his upper right jaw, your lips lingering on the raised line, and tingling from the roughness of his short beard. You then moved to the small scar across his right eyebrow, kissing it softly. Eyes still closed, Cal’s mind was rampant with emotions he could barely contain. His heart pounded in his chest as the contact sent a shiver down his spine. Each kiss was like a balm, soothing the lingering pain and doubts that haunted him.

Next, You placed a delicate kiss on the scar across his nose, before your fingers gently traced the path of the old wound. Cal’s hands, which has been tightly gripping the edge of the bed, slowly relaxed, moving up to rest on your waist as if seeking the comfort and stability that only You could provide.

Finally, You reached the small scar that ran across his lower lip. You pressed your lips against it tenderly, feeling the slight roughness beneath the softness of his skin. Cal’s eyes opened, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The anguish in his heart was replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

When You finally pulled away, You gazed into Cal’s emerald eyes and saw tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Your heart clenched at the sight, but before You could voice your concerns, he softly assured You, “They’re tears of happiness.”

A giggle escaped your lips, the sound joyful and filled with relief. “I’m glad,” You whispered, wiping away his tears with your thumb. “Because you mean everything to me, Cal.”

Cal pulled You into a tight embrace, his strong arms holding You close as if You were his anchor in a storm. The weight of his scars felt lighter now, due to a reminder of your love and acceptance. And as You nestled against him, You knew that together, you both could face anything, bound by a love that was stronger than any scar could be.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Just finished star wars Jedi survivor, so send cal kestis and Bode akuna requests. All star wars requests are open too, but I'd like to write about those two.

[freecreationpost]

Can anyone write some bode leone from fire country imagines

[multi-fandom-imagine]

bode akuna content? im starving for it 🙏

A/n: Something a little spicy, AU where everyone is alive and happy.

Prompt used:

[ WAKE UP ] :your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching.

You never thought that Bode Akuna would be a heavy sleeper, given him being a Jedi and not to mention what happened to him in his past but when you stepped into the shared room you found your lover to be fast asleep.

He had mentioned wanted to spend some intimate time alone with you. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip you took a step forward. Taking a deep breath you inched to the bed only to sit on his hips, a light snore escaping his lips.

“Bode.”

Whispering his name got nothing and deciding to get a little pay back for how he would awaken you, you wanted to try it yourself.

Rocking your hips lightly, you stopped for a moment hearing him groan. Sinking your teeth in your bottom lip you then slowly placed your hand on his chest, your fingers isn’t up the hard muscles.

You then placed your lips against his neck, your teeth grazing the skin. Just as you were about to pull back you felt hands suddenly on your hips. A small squeal escaping your lips as your back hit the soft mattress as Bode hovered above you with a lazy smile on his lips, his dark hair a mess for having just woken up.

“It’s not nice to trick a Jedi.” He muttered, his lips grazing the nape of your neck. “Very naughty.”

Feeling your body grow warm, your nails dug into the sheets. “I was just….you did the same thing.”

A laugh escaped his lips, a light twinkle in his eyes as his thumb ran down your cheek. “You’re right, though I haven’t seen you complain before.” He teased. “Now do you want to go back to sleep or should we finish what you started and let me fuck you senseless.”

Squeezing your legs together to get rid of the sudden pressure as you felt Bode’s erection against your inner thigh.

“Good choice.”

[i-wanna-write]

It’s Fate - Bode Donovan x Reader. SMUT

Prompt: Any type of Bode Smut requested by @bsarg

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, cuss words, trying not to get caught, fluff

Words: 2000+

A/N: Second ever smut so still improving! Again, all images found from Google!

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Sneaking off was not what you signed up for when this all started, yet here you are. You never thought you'd be sneaking into and out of Three Rock Con Camp to have an hour or two of passion, yet here you are. You never thought you'd be hooking up with your Captain's son, your dead best friend's brother, and your ex, yet here you are.

You and Bode Donovan met when you were little and it was friendship at first sight. Some would say it's fate. Throughout the years you two got closer and you also got closer with his sister, the two of you often ganging up on him.

The friendship line blurred and it ended with the two of you naked, and in bed together. That one night turned into many nights and those many nights turned into a full blown relationship filled with trust, love, and passion.

You stayed by his side during his battle with addiction and his sisters death but than he left everything and you behind. So when he showed up again, at Three Rock Con Camp of course you were angry at him. Irate. Furious. All those words that can be used to describe anger and hurt.

Yet he wasn't the same man he was when he left and it seemed that fate wanted you two in each others lives. Because the past year you've been getting to know each other again as you've both grown and the anger you've held has slowly left. In that place, your love, passion, and desire for him has returned.

And it seemed the feelings were mutual.

So the past few months, you've been sneaking on and off the camp for a night - maybe an hour or two - with Bode. You lived for those moments where the two of you could revert back to your old selves. To those sweet and tender and goofy moments. To those moments where the past is in the past, the future in the future, and the two of you can just be with each other in the present.

All this leads to now, where Bode is holding your right hand in his as he leads you to a shed on Three Rock's property. It houses everything from fire equipment to toilet paper but you don't mind.

As soon as the door closes, Bode is on you, your back pressed against the door as his lips connect with yours. Your hands find themselves moving up towards his neck and pulling lightly at the long hair growing there as you move together.

Your tongues move together slowly, both of you savoring the moment and in no rush for the moment to end. His hands move down your sides lightly, goosebumps rising before they settle on your ass and softly squeeze the flesh.

You pull your lips away for a breath but Bode doesn't stop as he moves his lips slowly down your neck, leaving ghost kisses in their wake. A smile is brought to your lips at the feeling and you throw your head back with a sigh.

His lips are back on yours, capturing it and your tongues continue their dance, teasing each other. You explore each others mouths, teeth occasionally clashing but neither of you minding. You feel his hands move from your ass to reach the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss so he can have you in just your bra, tossing it somewhere to be forgotten.

He stares at your boobs for a moment, eyes darkening before he leans forwards and latches onto the top of one, kissing and bitting. His other hand snakes underneath the bra cup of your neglected one, swirling around the nipple before pinching it. You immediately feel heat rush to your core and buck your lips forward to feel his cock straining against his jeans.

This motion causes him to bite down on your boob harder, and you let out a low moan, throwing your head back against the wall. This causes something to fall from one of the shelves next to the door and it clatters to the floor.

Bode immediately pulls away, eyes narrowing to see what the sound was. You giggle, laughing at the situation that you're both in.

"Shh." He says, looking around the shed as if he thinks Captain Manny is going to pop out and catch you two.

"It was a fire helmet Bode." You say, still giggling at the look on his face.

He turns back to you and gives you a grin, shaking his head before pulling you away from the door. You watch as he grabs a fire blanket from one of the shelves and lays it on the floor, gesture for you to lay down.

'Ever the gentleman' You think to your self, moving to sit so your hands are supporting you from behind and legs out in front of you.

Wanting to be rid of the bra as one cup is already disheveled from Bode's hands, you unclasp it and toss it to the side. Bode stares at you and butterflies move in your belly at the look on his face.

You arch your eyebrow at him, silently asking what he's going to do about your new state of undress. He answers by kneeling down and moving your legs further apart to settle between them. He pushes you down onto the blanket and is once again kissing you.

Your nipples harden at the feel of his shirt scratching against your skin and you lightly bite his lip due to the feeling. He lets out a groan, pulling away to attach his lips to your neck, sucking your pulse point. You once again let you a moan and Bode pulls away.

"Shh." Bode whispers against your skin, moving towards your boobs, this time the one that didn't receive any attention.

"Well maybe if you'd move this along." You whisper breathlessly, bucking your hips up into his as he bites down on your nipple.

"Patience." He says, kissing his way down your stomach.

His tongue swirls around your belly button before it reaches the top of your shorts. His fingers make their way to undo them and you raise your hips so he can slide them off you.

He does just that, leaving you completely naked and him fully clothed. Something you can't help but point out.

"This is hardly fair." You state, gesturing to his clothing.

Bode gives you an amused smile, reaching down to pull his shirt off over his head. You lick your lips at this and go to make a remark but are stopped as his lips reach your thigh.

You lay your head back down and close your eyes as you feel him kiss his way to your core. He blows on you before placing a kiss on your bundle of nerves, you hips bucking into his face. He places a hand over your stomach to hold you down, this time allowing his tongue to swipe up and into your core.

"Fuck Bode." You moan as his tongue enters you.

He tongue moves in and out of you, sliding every now and again to your bundle, biting it lightly to tease you.

"Fuck, Fuck." You say, moving your hands that were gripping the blanket to grip and pull at his hair.

At this, Bode uses his hand that is not holding you down to have a finger enter you and you gasp at the intrusion. He moves it at an agonizingly slow pace, using his mouth to bite on your bundle. Soon, another finger is entered and you roll your eyes back, moaning. You feel him curl his fingers up, rubbing the spot you needed him to.

"Oh God!" You say. "Don't stop, I'm close." You state, trying to pull his head even closer to your most intimate part.

Bode picks up his pace, his thumb's pressure increasing and fingers moving faster. You feel your body start to tense but apparently Bode does as well as he pulls completely away, mouth and hands leaving you.

"What the fuck Bode!" you ask, immediately sitting up on your hands.

Bode is just smiling down at you. You can't help but laugh at the sight. His stubble is glistening due to your juices and you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your taste off him.

"Remember, patience." He says.

"Fuck patience. Fuck me now or I'll finish myself." You threaten, reaching forward for the belt buckle on his jeans.

Bode just laughs lightly at your impatience but slaps your hands away, removing his pants and boxers himself. He's now kneeled before you in all his glory, cock stood to attention, red and dripping precum.

You lick your lips at the sight and decide that two can play at this game. You sit up and lunge forward pushing him so now he's the one laying down with you on top.

"Fuck." He says, his head having hit the hard ground at the motion.

"Sorry." You say, giggling while he shakes his head at you.

He looks at you through hooded eyelids as you're kneeled between his legs. You smile, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He lets out a groan, eyes flutter close as you slowly take him in your mouth.

You take him half way, one of your hands moving with your mouth for the length you cannot take. Your tongue swirls with the movement and you feel his hands grab at your hair, guiding your head up and down his length.

Your other hand moves to grip his balls, moving over them slightly, knowing what he likes. He bucks his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you pull back, almost all the way to tease him before taking as much as you can again.

"Fuck Y/N" Bode groans out.

"Shh." You pull back to say before increasing your pace, his hips bucking up once more.

As your pace increases, so does his bucking and you know he's close so you take him a few more times before pulling away completely, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You sit back on your knees, smiling as his eyes pop open at the loss of you. You give him a look, as if asking 'see how I felt'. He shakes his head before grabbing your hips, pulling you on top of him.

You feel his cock hit your core, and can't help but let out a moan, all the teasing leading to this moment. His lips attach onto yours again, teething clashing and tongues swirling. Your hands moves up and down his chest, nails scratching slightly while his move over your back, reaching down to grip your ass.

You grind against his hard member, wanting him to finally enter you already. You get your wish as he slips his cock into you, a gasp escaping you at the intrusion. He pulls you down onto him by your hips, entering all the way into you.

You both pant, just staying connected for a moment before Bode feels you relax and begins to move your hips off him before pulling you back down again. You begin to move your hips, starting a slow yet deep pace as you pull your mouth from his and rest your hands on his chest for leverage as you bounce up and down.

Bode's hands leave your hips now that you've set a pace and grabs your boobs, squeezing them and twisting your nipples. Your hips continue to move at the slow pace, pulling back slowly only to snap back down to take him as deep as you can.

His gaze is settled on your face, watching as your eyebrows furrow and eyes are closed as you relish in just the feeling of you becoming one. Remembering your teasing from earlier, Bode's hands slide down to grip your hips, pulling you off him.

You give him a confused look before a squeak of surprise leaves your lips as he rolls you over so he's on top, his cock once again sliding into you.

You don't complain as he sets a new pace, this one just as deep but faster. His one hand moves to your left hip, wrapping your leg around his waist so he can get the right angle while his left grabs your hand, pinning it by your face and enclasping your fingers with his.

He leans down to attack your neck with bites and kisses, your free hand now pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. His right hand moves down to your nub, thumb drawing hard circles around it to bring you back to the edge from before.

"Fuck Bode, you better not stop this time!" You moan, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, hand gripping his tightly.

"Don't plan on it." He mumbles against your neck.

You buck your hips to meet each of his thrusts, feeling heat move throughout your body and down to your core.

"Bode, I'm gonna-" You're cut off by a harsh kiss, his hips hammering into yours, thumb moving roughly as your coil snaps, toes curing and stars in your eyes.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, your core squeezing his cock as you cum.

Bode continues to fuck you through your high, his own close. He feels the sensation travel down his spine to his toes, pounding into you before finally letting out a grunt, releasing himself into you.

"Fuck Y/N" He groans, his hips slowing before finally stopping, his mouth near your ear as he pants into it.

You move your hands up and down his back lightly, wincing slightly as he removes his cock from you. That's the only movement as he stays laying on top of you, both of you catching your breaths.

One of your hands reaches the hair on his neck, playing with it slightly, a smile on your face. Bode places a small kiss to your neck before pulling away, rolling onto his back and sitting up slightly so his back is against one of the shelves.

This causes another item to fall and at this, you both start to laugh.

"You're terrible at trying to be quiet." You whisper to him through laughter.

He gives you a playful glare before reaching for you, rolling your body so you're now half on your stomach, half on your side, head and left hand on his chest.

You feel his own left arm wrap around you and it slowly moves up and down your back soothingly. Meanwhile, your hand plays with the small chest hair on his body moving in small circles.

"I don't get it." Bode whispers, breaking the few moments of silence.

"Get what?" You question, looking up to stare into his blue eyes.

"So much has happened. I've done so much. I'm literally a convict and you have to sneak in to be with me. Yet here you are." He says, running his finger down your cheek.

"Yet here I am." You state, smiling slightly, moving your hand through his hair and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. "Because it's fate."

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A/N: Hope it was good!

[jack-and-the-fuckstalk]

Bode: “So are you gonna stop by Pyloon’s to get a weapon upgrade from Cal?”

Y/N: “Oh nah! I’m fine”

Bode: “On that Jedi, we are in agreement”

Y/N: “huh? Oh!” *flustered Jedi noises*

Totally didn’t steal this from the Lunda and Freya interaction in God of War: Ragnarok

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Ooo can I please request Bode x fem!reader with the prompt “Love you to the moon and to Saturn”?

I love this man more the words can say!💜💜💜

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @dizzybee03 @yousigned-upforthis @mini-bee-bee

Companion piece to:

Remedial - You discover what’s been going on with Bode.

The God Damn World - Bode wishes he could give you the god damn world.

One Kiss For The Road - Bode gives you one last kiss for the road.

Two Weeks - There’s just two more weeks until Bode’s parole.

Fern - Bode struggles to adjust to life after incaraceration.

Something Else (NSFW) - Bode finds something he loves about life after incaraceration.

It’s past curfew and the ankle monitor attached to Bode’s leg lets out a warning beep to let him know he’s gone a step to far as he stands in the darkness of the field behind your home.  

“Here.” He says as he sets down the picnic blanket, smoothing it out across the damp grass with his large hands.

The two of you have been testing the boundaries of his ankle monitor lately, trying to work out what wiggle room he has after curfew so you don’t accidently overstep the bounds.

“This is perfect.” You say as you sit down on the blanket and Bode takes up residence behind you, his chest coming to rest against your back, his thighs bracketing yours, his arms wrapped around you. You laugh as his lips chase up the side of curve of your throat, brushing over that ticklish spot.

“I love the fact you’re such a nerd.” He murmurs into your ear.

There’s a meteor shower tonight, you haven’t stopped talking about it in days. It makes Bode happy to see you so excited about something, your energy, it’s infectious and he finds himself looking forward to the event.

It’s his first one since prison, his first one with you and he can’t describe how truly meaningful that is to him, that he gets to share something so special with the woman he cares about most in the world.

“I love you.” He whispers, burying his face into the curve of your throat. “To the moon and to Saturn.”

And you smile as you tuck yourself even tighter against him and say.

“Look whose the nerd now.”

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BODE LEONE — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: Happy Fire Country Friday! It’s just me feeding the ghost town of a tag that was inspired by that last episode with a side of drama or triggers—i try my best to make spring writings more fluff based which you will get somewhere here. I want to say this takes place a year or two after this current season idk whatever makes sense lol. I know timelines are kinda confusing for this show so feel how you feel!

WARNINGS: strained parent and child relationship, established relationships, infidelity of other characters, mentions of abuse to minors, alluding to s*ic**e, PTSD, blood, lots of descriptions that I should be employed as a screenwriter for the show with the amount of detail I give but we can just pretend, also I’m assuming that Bode and Riley were at least two to three years apart whereas him and Jake are the same age? I think that’s about it enough!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 9. Our first dinner party & “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

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“God you’re bleeding! How the hell did you do that?” Bode’s voice booms off the “almost oyster,” kitchen walls, making you zone back in to the fact that your middle knuckle and tip of your thumb happened to be oozing red all over the makeshift counter and cutting board.

He’s scrambling around the kitchen, snatching a rag from underneath the sink to wrap around your two fingers awkwardly. Applying pressure, which you hiss at, you meet Bode’s concerned blue-green eyes to see that he’s waiting for an answer.

You sigh, “I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”

Bode keeps his hands securely over yours and barely glances at the work you started on along with your phone that keeps silently lighting up. He blinks his attention back to you, sensing that you were disconnecting and was not entirely sure why. It was your idea to have your first dinner party after he moved in with you at the high rise out in Hillford, which was thirty minutes west of Edgewater.

“I see that,” he starts, “you don’t even like tomatoes, so I’m not sure why that’s on the menu for tonight?”

Closing your eyes for a moment you lift your shoulders nonchantly, “your mom loves a good Mediterranean salad, so I thought why not give it a go?”

Bode snorts, “my mom wouldn’t know the difference if it was store bought.”

His mom was a decent cook but she hardly had the patience to keep up with it. Majority of the time Bode’s dad was the one to throw down thanks to his own mother and grandmother forcing him to learn. Sharon loved to eat and sample so she wouldn’t be too judgmental…unless she ended up with food poisoning then you’d never hear the end of it!

“Vince would depending on what it is.” You peer at him underneath your eyelashes while Bode breathed out a laugh, figuring that you were most likely right. Mr. Leone may seem like a go with the flow kind of guy but one thing about the Leone’s? They loved to eat and if the food wasn’t cutting it then some words would be said.

Bode hoped the idea of his parents being here tonight didn’t make you nervous. It wasn’t your first time having a meal with them and one thing Bode knew about his parents is that they rarely held back. They liked you and they wanted to see him rebuild his life after being released. They were just happy that Bode was finally able to do that but after that text you just received…you weren’t so sure if that would remain true.

Bode gently lifts the rag from your fingers, “the bleeding from your thumb seems to be slowing down but that knuckle might need some stitches.” He announces before raising your hand back above your heart.

Feeling a wave of frustration fly over your being once more, made you want to lay face first on the kitchen floor—if it was sanitary. Hey you kept a clean house, otherwise you wouldn’t be having any family over! You were a bit of germaphobe and tried to ignore the itch of your brain to get to cleaning the mess you left on the wooden table turned island, that you got from a antique store two years ago.

“Hey,” Bode grips you even tighter, prepared to handle the deadweight if you decided to just drop to the floor, “what’s wrong?”

This was more than just you losing blood.

Opening your eyes you move your body around to slump against Bode, who didn’t hesitate to rest his cheek against the back of your head, “Sharon invited my mom and Manny, which is okay, I guess! Then my mom invited Gabriela! Which automatically makes what’s his face, the fiancé, her plus one while also extending it to Eve who invited Jake.”

The mumbling from you was a bit difficult for Bode to grasp but he listened intently anyways to get the gist of it all. There were many things wrong with this and he was tempted to call his mother up right now—despite knowing she had no ill intentions. Sharon seemed to get a kick out of your mom (which only meant trouble) who was casually dating Manny and you already knew your mother was solely the one to drag Gabriela into this. You’ve known the Perez’ since what felt like forever, way back in San Diego where you and Gabriela both attended school and actually became friends due to being in the same friend groups. You both tried out for the swim team, Gabriela made it and you excelled better at gymnastics.

She had the dream of being in the Olympics while you were being shot up with steroids from your coach to be the next star of the team. There was Lilavati Sharma who was the face of the team and carried herself with such grace despite the pressure to always be the best. She was sweet with all the girls and guys on the team and was genuinely likeable. The coach favored her just a little too much to the point she was here and then in the next she wasn’t.

Her father pulled her away from the team and gave the coach a nice shiner to the face that took weeks to heal. That only made the coach train you harder until you broke your collar bone, becoming the biggest disappointment until the truth of your coach came to light after the unexpected death of Lilavati.

That’s when you learned, maybe second best wasn’t so bad after all but that didn’t mean your trauma needed to be diminished as well. You hurt for Lilavati more than you did for yourself and it took years for you to understand why that was.

The universe seemed to have it written in stone that you and Gabriela were meant to be in each other’s lives. Yes you were older now compared to high school but it was safe to say that the both of you have fallen out long before. There always seemd to be some sort of connect with your mother and Manny. They were both once married and Manny’s been raising Gabriela all on his own for as long as you could remember. You recalled the conversations Gabriela would have about the gap she had in her life because of her mother’s absence and how lucky you were to have your parents.

Well…your mother’s been cheating on your father since you were a kid and basically bullied you not to tell your father about it once you were a bit older. Although he’s always known, he hated that she put you in that position after realizing that you’ve known. By the time leaving for college came around, your dad was moving from San Diego to Northern California far out to Edgewater; after serving your mother divorce papers who gave him such a hard time on signing them. She even followed him all the way out there after putting the house up for sale a month before your graduation.

Going back and forth to court was a common thing between them along with a restraining order being filed and lengthy phone calls from your mouthy mother filled your head while studying for finals. So yes your upbringing was as peachy as everyone thought.

Bringing it back to present time, your father was remarried and seemed to be thriving with his new aeronautical engineer of a husband, that you had to cat-sit every time they left the country to explore the world. Your father’s always been open about his sexuality and made you comfortable (considering he was a psychologist) if you ever questioned anything of your own personal experiences. You were one of the rare cases where you always had crushes and flirted once it felt like those crushes also showed interest but…it never amounted out into much.

You never had a significant other until you reached college. Let’s just say, you didn’t marry your college sweetheart. That wasn’t your story. The idea of love that you had wasn’t the brightest although it’s something you always wanted to have, it was just hard to truly receive it. And here you were with a man that always fought through so much in life that also wanted to give love and be loved in return.

“So the gang is all coming basically?” Bode used one hand to gently rub your back, “we could just cancel. It was supposed to just be with my parents…although I don’t mind Manny and your mom tagging along but…inviting everyone else to our place without talking to us about it…is crossing boundaries. How’d you find out?”

It still felt odd for Bode to call this waterfront townhouse his as well but you constantly reassured him that he was open to doing anything that made him feel like the home was his too. For one contributing to the HOA fees was a good start (after fighting a lengthy battle with the court to get EMT training and finally getting a spot on CalFire as stable income was a long time coming). Pre-Prison Bode had jobs before—some that he’s walked out on—but being with CalFire gave him purpose with a smidge of financial freedom. He was able to spend money on things that mattered like annoying adult stuff, a creepy ornamental two piece banana sculpture that he installed on the wall of the breakfast room (a small separate area from the dining room), and you.

“Mom texted.” You huffed, “and I’m trying to get better at not blowing up on her but when she does things like this? It makes it so hard.”

It took a lot for you to stand up to your mother since you tended to hold everything in. Over the years it’s been a build up and she’s apologized various of times but it started to fall on empty ears when she continued to repeat her same patterns.

Bode hated that your mother caused you such anxiety. He’s cupping your face now, gently placing his forehead against yours, “what do you want to do? I’ll call mom and yours up right now if it’s too much? We can have dinner ourselves, just us two and see if there’s any new streams on that movie you’ve been telling me about.”

You send him a small smile, cherishing that, “the kebabs are already done along with half of the other food. We can’t eat all of this ourselves.”

Bode peeks over at the covered food on the rest of the counters then back to you with a smirk of a smile, “want to bet?”

“Bode!”

“What? I can eat and I’ve been dying to try a kebab since you slapped my hand with a Spatula an hour ago.” He playfully glares at you, “I needed a snack.”

“There’s always crackers.”

Bode furrows his brows, “…I thought you loved me but I think you’re trying to starve me. What is this? Three rock?”

You laughed, “well at least one of us has an appetite and I just want to get through this night and enjoy the company of what I thought would just be with Sharon and Vince.”

Bode nods his head, “we still have time if you change your mind so, I’ll give you until after I’ve cleaned you up.”

“I love that you already know that I want you to do my stitches.”

Bode slides an arm across your hips to guide you out of the kitchen, “of course I know my baby. You nearly collapse every time you see prices in the grocery store when we’re out so I can only imagine what the bill from urgent care would look like. Lucky for you, you have a certified first responder as a boyfriend.”

He’s careful with you as he guides you up the narrow creaky stairs to the second floor to the main bathroom and you’re reminded this is the love you deserve.

You’re seated on the toilet while Bode is making a mess—like he commonly does—searching for what he needs. His hands are large and quick as they work the needle through the thread before setting it aside. He turns back to you, moving your hands from the pressure you’re applying against the rag, before motioning for you to keep it on the knuckle while he cleans, applies antibiotics and bandages your thumb first.

Bode kisses your thumb over the bandage, “how are we doing? Feeling faint? Do you need water? I probably should have asked before we came up here.”

“I’m fine.” You smile softly at him as he grabs a stool to sit down on as it’ll take him longer to work on your knuckle, “thanks for checking.”

He hums in response, “want to talk about work as a distraction?”

Blood didnt really bother you but you did cringe at the thought of needles. You can go ahead and write down PTSD note takers! You were an application security specialist, yes a true nerd, and also damn good at your stressful but fulfilling job but it was the weekend so that was a negative.

You redirect the conversation, “I’d like to draw you your next tattoo.”

Did you have artistic abilities like Bode? Let’s just say you were more of a data person while also being pretty athletic—although gymnastics was somewhat history you still found yourself stretching and working out to be crucial to your health routine—you had your own taste.

“Yeah?” Bode asks as he gets to work, “are you telling me you don’t like the two I already have?”

You shake your head, “sure I do. They have their own significant stories, which I’d never change and I have ideas if that artist brain of yours craves for more ink.”

“Appreciate that…so what’s on your mind?”

You deeply inhale as you feel the needle piercing your skin but talk through it, “you’re surprisingly into some odd art and I’ve been looking at vintage Halloween art that my co-worker is obsessed with and thought, why not create a wizard frog with a pointy star hat, wand and everything?”

“A wizard frog?” There’s a teasing tone in Bode’s voice while he pictures it as he pulls tight before going back to your skin while you hold your breath, “Magic’s not really my thing especially since I told you about my dad having me watch that one weird movie with Anthony Hopkins. Riley on the other hand? Could sit up for hours watching that horror crap with my dad…although she always ended up in my room, stealing my covers while talking away as I tried to sleep. As her big brother I dealt with it if that meant keeping her nightmares away, although I regretted it in the morning.”

The both of you share a laugh at this.

What you knew of Riley was that her and Bode were sorta opposites. She had the kindest big round blue eyes, was friendly and open to having conversations with strangers whereas Bode was more reserved before he felt comfortable enough to approach. Apparently she was soft spoken yet determined, into the well-being of animals that she planned to be a vegetarian once she was older, liked magic tricks and horror movies but only if that meant she got more time to bond with Vince that is. She seemed to have a heart on her sleeve and probably would have been a veterinarian if she lived past sixteen.

“Just big brother duties.” You inhale air between your teeth, “and I think she would like my wizard frog idea.”

“Yeah…I can see you two plotting against me.” Bode smiles over at you before giving one last tug before snooping off the excess thread, “all set.”

Before he can even move to start cleaning up, you throw your arms across his shoulders and give him a squeeze. Bode pauses but buried his nose against your fuzzy cardigan before rubbing your back against your embrace once more.

“What’s this for?”

You say, “just because I love you and I’m happy to have you here with me, which I know I probably don’t say enough since words of affirmation is more your thing than mine but I stand by this. I look forward to many more days with you, good and challenging.”

Bode feels his body go warm at your words and pulls back to meet your eyes. “I can’t wait and I love you too, softie.”

You roll your eyes as he chuckles at you while you scratch at his facial hair.

“…You’ll think about the wizard frog?”

Bode sighs with a small smile on his lips, “If it makes you happy, love.”

“Cop out answer!” You flick his broad shoulder with your good hand.

“How?” Bode lifts his shoulders in confusion.

You crinkle your nose in annoyance, “You can’t ever say what I want to hear and make me think I’m always the winner, fight back.”

“Okay…I’ll remember that when I don’t want to watch the traitors uk with you.” Bode holds your stare while you gasp with a hand to your chest and then nod your head, mentally saying that was fair game.

Bode can already tell what you’re thinking, which makes him grin at you before leaning forward to cautiously peck your lips. You humph before slowly pushing yourself to get to your feet and steady yourself.

Bode’s hands are immediately on your hips as you balance yourself and you give him a nod in reassurance before leaning forward. You connect your lips again, his beard tickling your face as you breathe him in. He smells sweet like amber, fresh but calming like cypress, and warm sandalwood and you feel like you could just sink into him endlessly but manage to pull away.

“You sure you don’t want to cancel? We could do more of that and I wouldn’t mind.” Bode squeezes your hips with a lick of his own lips.

You pull from his grip, “that’s what Sunday is for, a day with no plans! Now let’s go, chop chop! We have a dinner to finish.”

And you’re out of the bathroom before Bode can even blink. He’s shaking his head at you and calls out, “fine. Don’t touch any more knives though!”

Once putting everything back where it belongs, he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He’s not entirely thrilled to have Jake here, since they were attempting to get back to where they once were but Bode wasn’t holding his breath since he felt like Jake was trying to live what could have been his when it came to Genevieve. It took time for him to accept what happened when they were teenagers meaning with Riley but since he’s been locked up? It felt like it was one thing after the next even in his freedom. Then there was Gabriela…which you had your own issue with although you tried to downplay it and there was a smidge of a history that Bode had with her that probably didn’t help…

He just hopes this dinner isn’t a true disaster for both of your sakes but at least he could have the task of throwing someone out…if it came to that of course.

That wasn’t what brought a smile to his face, it was the thought of hosting something that he could call his own with the person he wanted to spend countless days with.

You.

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