#bode akuna x reader

[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.

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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.

[fangirl-inthe-outer-rim]

Jogan Fruit

Bode Akuna x Reader

A/N: This is a small little something I thought about while planning a fic. I'll probably include it. I don't know yet.

All I wanted was some jogan fruit. Greez, for some reason, had imprisoned the sweet treat in a class jar confinement and I struggled to open the damned thing.

"I am a strong, independent jedi. I can open a cursed jar of fruit." I whispered to myself.

I glared at the jar trying to figure out how to access the object of my desires. It was a puzzle I couldn't solve. I was just about to use the force in a way Master Plo would deem inappropriate when Bode came out of nowhere.

The man had a smirk plastered on his face. He leaned on the counter as he watched me struggle. I glared at him. I could get this. I know I could get this. It's just a stupid jar.

Ultimately deciding to use the force, I reached out only for the jar to be ripped from my grasp. I looked up at Bode who simply held my gaze. Without looking away, a smirk still plastered on his face, he opened the jar and placed it back in my hand.

"There." he said.

There was something in his eyes. I couldn't quite grasp what they were trying to say. It made butterflies flutter in my stomach. This was new seeing how, yes, we flirted but it didn't mean anything. It was two friends sharing banter. Nothing more. This, however, was not that. it was something more.

Bode winked at me before turning around to go sit on the couch behind me. I watched him but he proceeded to work on his blaster with no other sort of acknowledgment of my presence. The only indication of our interaction was the smirk that never left his face.

I looked at the other two members on the ship to see if they caught any of that. Cal's eyes flicked from me to Bode. he had a slight frown and his brows were drawn. Greez stood there a little shocked. Coughing, the man shook his head and waved it off as he strode back to the cockpit. Cal still stood there for a moment before looking back at me. There was almost a question in them. I simply shrugged.

A little shocked, I went back to my jar. I pulled out a few juicy quarter slices and put them in a bowl. Whatever the hell I just witnessed, I hope it figures itself out. Otherwise, I have no idea how I'll handle it.

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[unapprovedtrash]

Why are there no bode Akuna fanfics?

[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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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.

[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.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

« Best Pillow || Bode Akuna ||

A/n: Bode needs some love too, minor spoilers about Bode’s past, also I’m not very far so in doing my own little thing. *Image from my game*

Prompts used:

“I can’t wait to go to bed.” “Eager are we?” “Yeah, I’m tired as hell.”

"I don't mind being your pillow as long as you're my blanket."

Bode never thought he would get a second chance at happiness. It never crossed his mind that he’d find love after his wife was killed.

It was even better knowing that his daughter loved you too. The man made a mental note about having to thank Kestis since the Jedi was the reason how he even meet you.

Stretching your arms above your head, you let out a yawn.“I can’t wait to go to bed.”

Turning his head, Bode relaxed into the couch. His eyes glued to your form as you emerged from his daughters room after putting her to bed. A slow smile forming on his face as he tugged you onto his lap.

“Eager are we?”

Ignoring the shiver running up your spine you cupped the man’s cheeks biting back a scoff, your lips barley brushing against his only to pull away. “Yeah, I’m tired as hell.”

Rolling his eyes, Bode pushed off the couch as his arms wove around your waist as your legs wrapped around his hips. Your face nuzzling into his neck until you finally reached the small room. Falling back on the bed he sighed closing his eyes as you curled into his chest, your head listing to his steady heart beat.

His hand now on your back, he let his fingers glide across your skin. "I don't mind being your pillow as long as you're my blanket."

Humming, you gave him a tired smile, your lips brushing against his cheeks as your eyes then slid closed.

“Deal.”