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chaotic-noceur · 3 years

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so what's the deal with cake?

characters: Echo, Kix, Cody, Wolffe

summary: coming out as ace to cw boys

warnings: asexual reader, probably ooc characters (im out of practice sowwy!)

a/n: yes this is late but we're ignoring that. Happy international asexuality day fwens! @ezrasarm and I decided to drag ourselves out of our own graves to put together a little something so here's part 2 of some ace hcs! [ part 1 here ]

Echo

Knows more about asexuality than you do

You stare at him unblinking as he rambles on about the history of sexuality

“Echo… is there something you want to tell me?”

He fumbles then because he’s not about to tell you that he did some digging when Rex came out to him, it's not his information to share after all

But he also doesn’t see any other reason why he’d know this much information

“Oh, I was just doing some light reading about… sexuality” is what he settles for

Honestly gets so caught up at being able to use the information he learnt that he kinda forgets what he’s supposed to do when someone comes out to him

(he looked it up after Rex told him and he had stood awkwardly, wondering what he was supposed to do)

Eventually the ‘significant other’ part of his brain kicks in and he stutters through an apology

“That’s okay! It’s refreshing to find someone who doesn’t need me to explain it all actually.”

He smiles sheepishly at you before going through the step by step comfort guide in his head

step 1: accept and do not invalidate

“So, you don’t mind?” “Of course not!”

step 2: establish boundaries

Echo does the only logical thing he can think of and makes a list of things you’re comfortable with and things you’re uncomfortable with

“I’m still figuring a lot of that out,” you mumble when you’re a few bullet points in

"Ah, perfect interlude for step 3," he thinks

step 3: reaffirm love

“That’s alright. You don’t have to have all the answers. We can figure it out together.” He turns his head and kisses your forehead gently

step 4: ask for cuddles cuz poor bby is touch starved

“We can still cuddle right?” He says it so quietly you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t right next to him

Instead of answering, you pull his onto the bed beside you and wrap your arms around him as you let his head come to rest above your heart

Kix

gave up on having a sex life a long time ago

Is surprised when you tell him but isn’t all that bothered by it

He’s half asleep when he stumbles out of his office, only to walk straight into you

He grips your arm to steady you as you catch yourself

Seeing the state he’s in, you have half a mind to turn around and put it off for another day

Kix being Kix though, senses something's off and furrows his eyebrows before tugging you into his office

He seats you in his chair while he perches on the edge of his desk facing you

You fidget with the edge of your shirt as you gather your thoughts

Kix waits patiently, pulling your hands into his to save your shirt play with your fingers

When you finally tell him, he smiles gently at you before pulling you into his chest

“I love you,” he says as he runs his fingers along the length of your spine. “Nothing’s going to change that. I spent years telling myself that I could never have the happy future that the nat-borns dream of, but then I met you. You made me believe that I deserved love, made me remember that there is still good in the world. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

He plants a kiss to your forehead as he finishes and you tighten your hold around him

“Thank you,” you mumble into his shoulder, relieved at his acceptance. “And I love you too,” you add as you lift your head to press a kiss to his jaw

As long as you keep coming home to each other, you’d be okay

Cody

He’s slugging through paperwork when you let yourself in

Thinks someone broke something when he sees you nervously fidgeting

(it's not the first time the idiots he called family have sent you to report a broken item. He doubts he’s seen the last of it)

Sighs and moves to find the paperwork to file for a replacement of whatever-is-apparently-broken

Starts getting concerned when you stop him, even more so when you tell him to sit down

Doesn’t even bat an eye when you tell him

“You’re… fine with it?”

Shrugs as if you just told him Obi Wan had lost his lightsaber again

He’s never valued sex as much as society deems he should so he doesn’t feel the loss

Sighs when he realises how worked up you got yourself

Takes your hands in his and kisses the inside of your wrist before he speaks

“Cyare, our relationship is more than just sex. If that’s not something you’re comfortable with, then we don’t have to do anything. I fell in love with the person inside, not the appeal of the outside.”

“Commander Cody, are you saying I’m unattractive?”

Has to immediately back pedal and starts sputtering in an attempt to string words together

You laugh and pull him up for a hug, having teased him enough and honestly relieved he isn’t bothered

You stay wrapped in each others arms, enjoying the temporary peace

“So, just to be sure, the di’kuts didn’t break anything right?”

You snort and slap him across the chest

Wolffe

Stays quiet until you finish talking, squeezing your hand reassuringly every once in a while

Is genuinely confused when you ask if he still wants to be with you

“Cyare, you stayed by my side when I lost my eye. I’m not leaving you now because of this. I meant it before when I said I love everything about you, I still mean it now.”

Asks if it’s okay to hug you and envelops you when you nod, tucking your head under his chin

Gets a little insecure because so much of his affection comes in physical forms rather than words

But once you guys have a serious chat about boundaries, he finds ways to express his love without making you uncomfortable

Nose boop and forehead kisses are his personal favourite

Reassures you that it’s okay if you don’t know all your boundaries

Eventually asks you why you were so nervous to tell him

You tell him that not everyone’s accepting of it

“Some people think that we’re broken,” you say in what he can only coin as nonchalance

Your passive tone makes Wolffe grind his teeth together

He instantly wants a list of names of ‘the people who deserve to die’

Is only half kidding about committing murder

Plo doesn’t even try to stop him

Wolffe: roping the pack into his 5 step murder plan

Plo (& Fox): i do not see

You stop them before it goes too far but its endearing to see the lengths they’ll go to for you

You reward all of them with cake when they’re next on shore leave

#arc trooper echo x reader #kix x reader #commander cody x reader #commander wolffe x reader #clone wars x reader #the clone wars #the amount of time i spent trying to tag this omg #ace!reader #kay writes

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Eden’s Gate: Aftermath Chapter 7 - Now That The World Is Ending

Warnings: Cuteness, Gabriel holding baby/toddler Daenerys

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: In the final chapter of Aftermath, as the bombs drop down to Earth above their heads. The Winchesters have a surprise guest living with them.

Guest OCs: Just the usuals.

Guest Characters: Archangel Gabriel [Supernatural], John Seed [mentioned]

Note: Next is NEW DAWN: NEW HORIZONS. Taking place 15-17 years later in the year 2035. THANK YOU FOR READING MY CRAP!!!!

Far Cry New Dawn x Supernatural [crossover with OCs]

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“Gabriel?!?” Kate mutters in confusion, and also in surprise. He looks up at the two sisters, with a soft smile on his face and weakly mutters “Surprise to see me?”. That question was directed towards Kate, and she smiles back in return.

Surprised and also happy to see her Archangel.

“How did you g-” Paige asks, before stopping herself when she realizes it was a stupid question, “That was a stupid question”.

They help him up, and take him to the main room. Sitting him down on the living room couch.

“Gabriel?!?” Mandy mutters as she walks into the room. In shock and surprised to see the wounded celestial, bleeding a little through his shirt.

Paige leaves her mom, sister and the Archangel by themselves to go get Kenny and the others. Mandy then stands up, and goes to grab a first aid kit, or something that can heal an Archangel. Leaving Kate and Gabriel alone. She takes a seat in front of him. They look at each other for a few seconds.

“What happened?!” she asks, opening his shirt, and cleaning his wound on his stomach.

He shrugs, and softly groans in pain “I’ve sorta lost my powers”.

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “Sorta?!?”.

He sighs, “I’ve lost some of my powers when I was cast out”.

She looks at him, confused, “Cast out?. What do you mean cast out?”

He looks at her, “I’m sure you saw the giant mushroom cloud in the sky”. She nods, “Yeah, we all saw it”.

He shifts in his spot on the couch, “Did you see what else appeared in the sky shortly after?".

Shaking her head, “No, we all ran down here. What else happened?”.

He looks her in the eyes, and says in the most dramatic way possible, “All Angels were cast out of Heaven”.

Her eyes widened, “What?!?. All of them? Everyone?". He nods his head slowly, she stands up from her spot, and paces. Worried about her boyfriend, her friends and everyone she got to know in Hope County. Playing with the bracelet Wheaty gave her. Her thoughts are interrupted by the wounded Archangel on the couch in front of her.

“A boyfriend huh?” he asks, chuckling and looking up at her.

She looks at him confused, “What?!?”.

“You got a boyfriend?" he asks, "Or had one".

She tries to hold back her tears, biting her lip “Not helpful Gabe” she mutters softly. Standing there in front of him, her hands resting on her cheeks, looking at the floor. Her anxiety builds up, and her hands become shaky.

Gabriel stares at her stomach, just something about it looks different to him. It looks slightly bigger, like she put on some weight. He can’t seem to put his finger on it, but whatever it is he can feel some strange essence, or some sort of energy coming from it, coming from her body. She has a slight glow on her face, but it could be sweat.

Kate notices him staring at her stomach. “Why are you staring at my stomach?!?” she asks, glaring over at him. Breaking his focus on her slightly bigger stomach.

He looks up at her, anticipating for her to slap him for asking the question, “Don't hit me for asking this but, did you gain weight??”.

She scoffs at him, rolling her eyes, and crosses her arms. Taking a few steps away from him, “You never ask those types of questions to a human Gabe”.

He tilts his head, curiosity getting the best of him, and motions her to come towards him, “Come towards me”. She heeds, and walks towards him, standing in arms reach. He places his hand on her 7 and a half week baby bump, and feels why his curiosity is concerned about her belly.

His eyes widened, he looks up at her with his eyebrows raised “You’re pregnant?!”.

Feeling somewhat hurt that his special human is pregnant with another man's child.

For a moment she forgets that she’s carrying another tiny human being inside her, she nods her head, “Yeah. I am”.

"And it's not mine?!" he jokes, totally not hurt that his human is pregnant. Moving his hand away.

She scoffs again, "We both know the outcome for that". Taking a seat next to him.

"You were there, you knew I'm pregnant" she tells him. He looks at her confused.

"I was where??" he asks, very confused. She looks at him in disbelief, thinking this Trickster is messing with her. "In my hallucination trip. A few months ago" she tells him.

He looks at her like he has no idea what she's talking about. Shrugging, "What are you talking about??".

She shakes her head, "It's nothing. Forget it". She drops the hold thing, she knows what she saw in her bliss hallucination a few months ago.

A few moments later, Paige walks back into the living room with Kenneth, Cody, Martin, Mark, Nate and Adrian.

"Gabriel?!?" the 6 men say in unison.

The Archangel chuckles, "Did you all rehearse that?!".

He catches them all up on what was happening in the world. Angels, all of them were all cast out of Heaven, God tried to wipe out all of humanity with a nuclear explosion. The Collapse. The Reckoning. The Apocalypse. The End. The whole world is up in flames. Literally. Heaven is shut down with no one but God up in cloud city.

*****

May 2019. 7 months later

It’s been 7 months since the bombs were dropped. After several hours the bombs stopped falling, and you'd think everything would be safe to go back out. Nope, knowing that you're gonna have to live underground in a bunker with 20 other people for the next 6 and a half years. After 2 and a half months the world has now ended but it's only just begun.

No other bombs, or explosions have been dropped by The Man upstairs. The World was going through the route of regrowing, and being reborned. Starting over again.

On May 2nd, Kate gave birth to a healthy baby girl. A few weeks earlier on April 16th, Paige had a C-section giving birth to triplets, 2 boys and 1 girl with the help of Cody, his wife and Adrian’s wife Amanda delivered all 4 of them. Having all the right equipment in the bunker infirmary, stored away.

Jeffrey Dean Winchester-Smith named after her cousin, Dean. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Thomas Sam Winchester-Smith also named after her cousin, Sam. Weighing 7 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Bianca Rhea Winchester-Smith because she's always liked the name Bianca. Weighing 7 pounds, and 4 ounces.

Daenerys Arya Brienne Winchester named after Daenerys Targaryen, Arya Stark and Brienne of Tarth all female characters from Game of Thrones. Being the smallest of the 4 infants, weighing 6 pounds, and 5 ounces.

Cristina is over a year old. 1 year, and 6 months old. She is now walking, she has almost all of her teeth, and can say 7 to 10 words. She is able to comprehend language, and know from right from wrong. From good from bad.

The triplets are a little over a month old now, Daenerys is 2 in a half weeks old.

During her pregnancy, Gabriel was very protective of Kate, even though they were all living underground in a huge bunker, and couldn't leave for another 6 in a half years.

Cradling her 20 day old daughter in her arms, Kate feeds her a bottle of formula. Gabriel was very cautious around her, afraid that he'll somehow hurt the tiny infant. Even though he has very little to no powers left in him.

He tried to keep a safe distance from her, Kate constantly reminded him that he didn’t need to worry about hurting the infant. That he and Daenerys will be fine. He is very fond of humans, of course, unlike most celestial beings. That was his one fear, hurting her.

"You wanna hold her?!" she asks him. He looks up at her, stammering. "Uhh, do-do you want me to?".

She smiles at him, "It's fine with me" she responds. She hands him the tiny infant. He holds her, cradling her and she starts to fuss in his arms. Making her typical baby sounds.

He groans uncomfortably, holding her away from him, stammering “Uhhh w-what is happening?!?”.

“She’s fine” she reassures him, fixing her baby blanket, “It’s a normal infant reaction”.

She starts to calm down, yawning and falling asleep in Gabriel’s arms with her finger in her mouth.

“What’s happening?!?” he nervously asks, “Is she dead?!?”.

She looks at him, chuckling, “She’s not dead. She’s asleep”. She takes the infant from his arms and puts her in her old bassinet.

Paige comes in holding one of her triplets. “Hey” she says, looking down at the one month old infant in her arms.

“Hey” Kate responds, “Which triplet is that?”.

She groans unsurely, and checks the diaper, “Thomas, and/or Jeffrey”.

“It’s Thomas!” Kenneth calls out from the next room over, “You’re holding Thomas!”.

She points in the direction where her husband's voice came from “The 2nd one. Thomas Sam”.

“How’s the scar?” she asks, referring to her C-section scar.

She groans uncomfortably, “It’s healing. Slowly, but it’s healing”.

*****

Later that night, Everyone is in their own bunker rooms. Kate is in hers, changing Daenerys into her night onesie.

Talking to the infant in a soft voice. Gabriel, who is a few rooms over, can hear Kate and the tiny human with the very little powers he has. Leaning against the headboard of his bed, listening to her conversation.

He knows he’s Kate’s Guardian Angel, he saved her several times, he gripped her tight, and raised her from perdition when she was a somewhat innocent teenager. He’s her soulmate as well. He has had these feelings for her since forever. He knows she would be better off with her boyfriend before God dropped the bombs on humanity, but he’s most likely dead. John? He’s dead as well, and he knows damn well that Daenerys is his kid. He knows Kate is ashamed that she’s his kid, regardless she loves her.

He couldn't possibly imagine how Daenerys would've turned out if John Seed had lived. How he would've treated Kate, how that demented, psycho family would've treated a pregnant Kate. A premarital baby. How that sadist psychopath would somehow ruin Kate and their baby.

He gets up, and goes to her room. Walks down the hall and knocks on the door.

“Yeah?” she responds her voice muffled from behind the closed door. He opens the door and steps inside her bedroom.

“Hey” he sighs, “How she doin’?”.

“She’s doing great” she answers, taking a seat on her bed. Gabriel takes the leap of faith, not holding back.

“I just wanted to get us over with” he tells her. Kate looks at him confused, “What are you talking about?!?”.

He lays down on her bed, laying on his side with his hand prompt up against his cheek. Looking up at her.

He lifts up his free hand from behind him, and holds a diamond ring between his index and middle fingers. Her eyes light up, and gasps softly.

“You already know where I’m going with this” he chuckles, “Will you marry me? Blah, blah, blah. I love you. Blah, blah, blah. You could do so much more better than that idiot Yes man John Seed”.

She laughs softly at his comments, “So. In all seriousness” he continues, “Will you marry me?”.

She looks at him, “You already know the answer” she whispers to him before passionately kissing him on the lips.

Katella Evyanna Winchester is set to marry an Archangel. Archangel Gabriel. She always thought of herself as the human he had to protect. That’s all she thought she was to him. His human.

*****

A few years later, November 2022, the children are all 3 years old, Cristina turned 5 years old that same month.

Daenerys, the youngest of all the children, wakes up at 6:00am, which is unusual for a child at her age to get up at, and feel energetic.

Her and the other 4 Winchester children share the same bedroom, across the hall from their parents rooms. She stumbles to Kate and Gabriel’s room, pushes the door open and climbs onto their bed.

“Mommy! Daddy!” she says loudly, waking them up.

Kate groans, as her daughter steps on her with her tiny feet. She sits on Gabriel’s chest and playfully slaps his cheeks. Waking him up.

“What?” he asks, half asleep. She giggles softly, “Wakey wakey”. He chuckles softly, slowly sitting up.

He looks over at the clock, “It’s 6 in the morning, how are you so energetic?!” he asks the 3 year old child.

She lets out a playful giggle, and jumps up and down on their bed.

She looks up at the child bouncing on the bed, having the same exact eyes as John. Those baby blue eyes that she got from him, a reminder that this little bundle of joy and happiness is also John Seed's daughter.

He gets up out of bed and carries the 3 year old child down the bunker hallway towards the kitchen.

Despite him being an Archangel with very little of his powers. He manages to get 3-6 hours of sleep, and eat solid foods. Not wanting to use his very little powers in fear that he’ll hurt any of the children living in the bunker, he manages to get by without using them, he knows the world above them is going through some change, a huge massive change that'll change everyone's lives.

But finally being able to marry the human he fell in love with, and fathering her child, he was more than happy to be a part of their lives.

Paige and Kenneth walk into the kitchen shortly after, her holding Jeffrey and Thomas in each of her arms. Kenneth holding Bianca, and Cristina following behind him.

"Here you go" Paige mutters, sitting the two toddlers in their seats at the kitchdn table. Everyone else wakes up half an hour later. Adrian, and his wife Amanda. Mark, his wife Dana and 2 kids. Nate, his wife Ellen and 3 kids, Martin and his fiancée Megan, Cody and his wife Brandy. Mandy, Barbara, Kenneth, Gabriel, Paige, Kate and their kids.

One bunker with 20+ people, and 1 Archangel living in it. 16 adults, and 10 kids. Having to spend another 2-4 years underground while the Earth regrows, and the radiation goes away. Its only a matter of time, and they can go back to their normal lives, or at least they think its their normal lives.

Hopefully, a new hope. A New Dawn. New Horizons will come their way.

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grumpyhedgehogs · 3 years

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our bones are old but this tragedy is so new

Summary: Ahsoka takes Cody to Rex. Cody gives Rex a gift. AO3. Part 3 of the “scraps” series. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. Warnings: Canonical character death, discussions of death and suicide.

Cody has not seen his own face for years. He knows he looks very different. He’s grown old faster than he should have and the Kaminoans messed with the clones’ genes too much and for too long for the Empire to see reversing the advanced aging process as economically viable. He still thinks he’s avoided the worst of it: his limbs aren’t twisted, his spine is straight, his shoulders don’t droop under exhaustion. He moves a little slower, a little stiffer. His hands are weaker than they used to be but they don’t tremble when he grips a blaster. He’s tired more often, sicker than he ever was when he manages to catch a bug, but that’s really all. He’ll die sooner than natborns, but Cody’s always known that. Besides, he’s outlived the one person he always hoped he’d die before; the only thing worse than going to Obi-Wan’s funeral is the fact there is no funeral at all. Old age, no matter how much he hates it, is pretty kind to Cody.

So it’s not something that bothered him until he’s seeing his reflection in Rex’s face.

“Since when did you get so old, little brother?” Cody wants to slap his own forehead as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but he can’t help it. Teasing Rex is second nature. Rex’s face twists comically, mouth working in complicated motions before he throws himself forward.

His brother’s arms around him are a balm Cody realizes he never wants to let go of. Rex is older too, and tougher, and bigger than Cody remembers. They hold on for a long time; Cody doesn’t feel any shame in tucking his face into Rex’s neck. He lets out a shuddering breath and Rex sighs against him, laying a heavy hand on the back of Cody’s neck. He knocks their foreheads together when he pulls back. Cody keeps ahold of his shoulder, sure he’ll disappear the second he lets go, just vanish into thin air. He’s seen others do it before, after all.

“ Kote .” Rex says, affectionate, awed. “ Kote .”

“Yes,” Cody agrees, a little wetly. “It’s me.” His brother’s hair is stark white. Ahsoka smiles at them over her shoulder before ducking discretely out of the room. Cody lets her go.

“I thought you were dead, Cody. Thank everything out there you’re not.”

Cody nods past the lump in his throat. Rex curls his fingers into the edges of Cody’s poncho, lifting the fabric to see the armor beneath. Cody doesn’t even realize he’s doing it when he reacts; he comes back to himself with a hand clamped around Rex’s wrist, squeezing too tight. Rex lifts a brow at him and slowly pulls back. “Sorry,” Cody apologizes. He almost starts shaking; he didn’t know he was doing it until it was done. He’d lost himself. He can’t-- “I’m sorry. Just. Please don’t touch this.”

Rex, the best vod in the entire batch, lets it go without comment. He nods at Cody’s chest. “You kept the trooper armor.”

Cody lays his hand over his sternum, where the insignia he’d made blazes across his cuirass . “With a few modifications. You’re suited up too. I didn’t want to be left out.”

Rex smiles. “Wouldn’t mind one of those designs myself.”

“It’s a good reminder.”

Rex’s arm is heavy and solid and comforting across his shoulders as they sit at the table in the small ship Ahsoka led Cody to when they'd gotten to this planet after a week's hyperspace travel. He’s sure she’s making changes to the navigation system somewhere; she’d told him she’d introduce him to the rebels she knew, people who could give him a job. But first she took him to Rex. Gratitude chokes Cody. Still, the idea that someday in the near future he’ll get to pick off some Imperial officers makes his blood rush like it hasn’t since the last time the 212th got together.

Cody leans against his brother and breathes shallowly. He could sleep for a week; he’s been running on adrenaline and bad decisions, just keeping one step ahead of the Imps and following in his brother’s footsteps for weeks, maybe months now. He has Rex now. He has Ahsoka. Sleep wells up against the backs of his eyes but he forces it away; he might wake up and find this was all a dream.

“You could sleep here.” Rex was always too good at reading him. “I’d wake you if anything exciting happened.”

“In a little while. Just. Give me a minute.”

He fiddles with the edges of the robe to stay awake. For a few moments silence stretches between them like a warm blanket. Rex’s hand catches his. “What’s with this?”

“It’s...” Cody pulls away a little, clutching at a corner of the robe that drapes over his shoulder. He’s having a hard time meeting Rex’s eyes. “It’s his. Kenobi’s.”

“Oh. Oh, Cody .”

“Yeah,” Cody says tightly. His throat narrows to the width of a straw. “Yeah.”

Rex pauses delicately. “What happened?”

“I was still under, you know. Stationed on the Death Star with--with him. I think he liked seeing what happened to me. Like it--it gave him a thrill to see how much he’s taken from the Jedi.” How much he’s taken from Obi-Wan, Cody means. Rex nods jerkily and Cody remembers very suddenly that Skywalker used to be Rex’s general. He doesn’t have to wonder if Rex knows he’s Vader; Rex’s face is stony, his eyes smoldering. He knows. “Anyway, this princess from Alderaan, we picked her up after that fiasco on Scarif.”

“We lost a lot of good people in that battle,” Rex murmurs. Cody doesn’t doubt it. He’d seen the power it took to wipe that beach off the map. It makes him shudder just thinking about it.

“Yeah. So, this princess, she’s Organa’s daughter and she’s suspected of being a rebel. That’s confirmed now. She was being interrogated by Vader and some rebels, a small contingency, showed up to get her out.”

“They stormed Vader on his own turf?” He sounds vaguely impressed. “Why do I not like where this is headed?”

Cody swallows hard. “Because who do we both know who’s crazy enough to come up with a plan like facing Vader head on without backup?” Rex thinks for a split second and then curses vehemently. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what I said. Obi-Wan showed his face right when the rebels were about to get caught. I was--was one of the troopers shooting at them.”

“It wasn’t you,” Rex says. He shakes Cody’s shoulder when Cody refuses to look up from where he’s studying his hands. “It wasn’t you, Kote .”

“Sure.” Cody agrees, voice flat. His chest twinges but he continues. “So, Obi-Wan showed up and he must have sabotaged the ship’s system because the bay door opened and he held Vader off long enough for the rebels--three humans and a Wookie, and it looked like only one of the humans, this kid, actually knew Kenobi--to get away. But Vader--Vader killed him, Rex. It woke me up. He killed Obi-Wan right in front of me.”

He sits there, mouth cottony, throat clogged, eyes wet, and realizes he can’t breathe. His chest twinges again and now the pain won’t leave and his lungs burn but he can’t breathe. He’s struggling, cheeks soaked, but he can’t breathe and there are hands on his shoulders--they might be Rex, but they could be Obi-Wan’s, he used to hold Cody like this after a bad battle, it could be, it could--and he still can’t breathe but he can speak and he keep repeating it, repeating, “He killed him. He killed him. Right in front--in front of me, he killed him.”

It’s only when his head is shoved between his knees and held there that Cody starts to come back to himself. He taps at Rex’s knee until he lets up. Rex’s eyes are sharp and vigilant; one wrong move and Cody thinks he may get a hypo full of sedative to the throat. He hasn't had a good night’s sleep since Obi-Wan died, so he wouldn’t mind if it came down to that.

“You’re okay, Cody,” Rex murmurs, hand still on the back of his neck. “You’re okay.”

Cody says nothing, wiping at his sodden face as best he can. His chest still hitches with every breath.

“Kenobi--Obi-Wan was a good man,” Rex continues, and now his voice is tight too. He clears his throat gruffly. “He was a good friend and a fantastic general and the best Jedi, and I’m so, so sorry Cody.”

“I saw him die Rex. I tried to kill him when the Order went out.”

“It wasn’t you. You’re here now.”

“Do you--do you miss Skywalker, Rex?”

It’s a cheap shot, a low blow. Cody shouldn’t ask it. He does. Rex stiffens beside him but doesn’t pull away. “I miss who he was before he became what he is,” Rex whispers back. “But I--I worked with you and Kenobi for a long time too, Cody. I can’t miss him like you can, not when I know you loved him. But I can miss him with you, too.”

“I wanted to die with him.”

“I know. I wanted to die when I found out about Vader.”

Cody guesses that’s fair.

Obi-Wan would tell him this is healthy, that letting his grief out is the first step to getting rid of it. He’d give Cody tea, probably, and let him talk until it was all out, like expelling sickness from the body. He wouldn’t judge, just like Rex doesn’t judge. He’d hold Cody when he cries. He’d do all of that, if the Jedi weren’t dead, if the Republic weren’t dead, if Obi-Wan weren’t dead.

Cody blinks suddenly, and pulls away quickly. Rex startles but doesn’t draw back. He watches, bewildered, as Cody rummages through his rucksack. Beneath their feet, engines roar to life; Ahsoka’s getting ready for take-off, then. Making a small sound of triumph, Cody pulls something out of his pack and holds it aloft towards his brother.

Rex takes the scrap of fabric with both hands, gingerly, and looks to Cody for an explanation. “It’s his sleeve,” Cody tells him, hoarse still. The tears just keep coming back, so he doesn’t bother to wipe them away again. “Ahsoka’s got the other one. I’ve got the rest, obviously. He--he wasn’t your general, but you’re right. He was a good friend of the clones.”

“Cody…” Rex turns the cloth over and over in his palms. He holds it like something precious. Cody’s heart swells a little. When he looks up, Rex’s eyes are wide and overbright. “Are you sure?”

“You’re the only one who understands,” Cody says, honesty making him lightheaded. “The only one. I’d be honored. Obi-Wan would be too.”

Rex curls his hands into fists around the offering and nods, solemn. His face is old now, and weathered, and matches Cody down to the last detail. There are tears in his eyes as Rex answers in their mother tongue, “ I will carry it, always .”

Cody bites his lip, breathes in, out, in, and finishes the Mando’a phrase every clone knows as acknowledgement of a gift. “ May it give you strength in battle .”

“ May it protect us both ,” Rex amends, and Cody curls his hands around his brother’s. They hold the fabric together and let it begin to heal them, stitch by stitch.

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evabellasworld · 3 years

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Storm of the Republic

Chapter 15

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Summary: When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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With the crickets humming in the background, Boil, Faven, and Hyewon continued to carry the boxes underneath the wet rainforest, their armours and inner soaked. Hyewon is no stranger to rain, but she felt her legs were wobbly and her arms and shoulders aching since she had been trekking since late afternoon.

She has never been on a scouting mission before, and being in a strange environment, Hyewon will have to get used to the purple rainforest for a few days. On one hand, she was entranced with the natural beauty around her, which could only be seen in a priceless painting in a senator’s office. But she also hated the humidity surrounding her.

Despite the dark clouds above her, Hyewon felt her skin underneath her armour was sticky and itchy. She was tempted to scratch her back, but not when she was wearing her Corrie Guard armour. Besides, she felt her bladder was full, waiting to be emptied.

“Are we there yet?” she panted.

“We’re almost there,” Boil said in a stretchy voice. “Just hang in there.”

“You got it.”

“This is taking too long,” Faven complained. “We should just sit down or something.”

“I second with Faven. I really need to use the bathroom right now.”

Boil nodded in agreement, letting them drop the box on the muddy ground. Faven breathed in relief as Hyewon gave a thumb up to Boil, leaning against a tree bark.

“Shouldn’t you be going right now?” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“I need to rest my legs first,” answered Hyewon, removing her helmet. “Then I’ll answer nature’s call.”

“Well, that sounds fancy,” Faven smirked. “Where did you learn that from?”

“The prisoner I used to guard was excellent in poetry. His poems were romantic, if you ask me. You will feel swooned after reading one of his works.”

“So why was the poet in jail in the first place?” Boil asked, taking a sip from his canteen. “What did he do?”

“He murdered his girlfriend in anger,” Hyewon told them, much to their horror. “He said that his emotions were out of control, but honestly, I don’t buy it.”

“In that case, I will never date a poet in the future, no matter how romantic he seems,” Faven reminded herself, keeping her two fingers intact. “For all I know, he could plan to kill me in my sleep. But if it’s a woman poet, then I would put on my wedding dress after the first date.”

“Okay then, I respect your taste in your future spouse,” the purple-haired clone stood up. “I’ll be peeing in that tree over there, so just don’t look at me while I’m doing it, okay?”

“You have our words, vod,” Boil showed his pinky finger to his sister, as he watched her walk past them, leaving them alone together. “I like her. Can we keep her on the 212th?”

“If Cody is okay with it,” Faven lifted her shoulders. “But I think she’s a cool person to hang out with. Plus, she had gorgeous hair. Like, what is her secret to having her hairstyle?”

“I wonder if I could get a hair dye like Hyewon. I always wanted to colour my hair blond, or maybe even blue.”

The frizzy-haired let out a bellow, slapping her thighs. “No offence, Boil, but you would look terrible in dyed hair.”

“Oh, come on,” he throws his arms in the air. “Crys had blond hair, and he looked good.”

“It matches his personality. For you, well, it’s best to stick with your natural colours.”

“Whatever, you dyed your hair orange.”

“It’s sunset orange, Boil,” Faven raised her tone. “There’s a difference between orange and sunset orange.”

Boil could only blink, trying to differentiate between orange and sunset orange. To him, orange is orange. It doesn’t matter what kind of shade it was, as long as it’s in the same colour family. I honestly can’t tell the difference between those two colours.

He does envy Faven’s orange hair, since it matched her style. She could pull off other hair colours, but she sticks with the same colour, since it matched with their official colour, yellow. Yellow and orange go well with each other.

Maybe she has a point, Boil stroked his fancy moustache. I would be better off with my natural hair colour.

After a few minutes of waiting, Hyewon returned from her personal business, grabbing her helmet. “We should go now,” she gestured towards the box they had to carry. “We don’t want to keep Commander Thire and Cody waiting.”

“You got it, Hye,” Boil gave a small salute, as the three of them continued to carry the box of weapons and rations with their combined strength. Nothing will stop them from carrying out their duties for the three of them.

Their surroundings were peaceful, with the larks singing in the trees and the rainbow-coloured flowers blooming among the leaves and shrubs. This differed from the scenery Hyewon had seen on Coruscant, which barely had any flora or fauna, except for the Grand Park. She couldn’t complain, though. She would kill to live in a place like this.

Faven is indifferent. She had been to many planets, and no matter what colour the sky was, or what animals that lived on the planet, it’s all the same for her. Either her comrades survived or they died in the battle in the end. There’s no in-between for her. That’s what she was made for by the Kaminoans. An expendable soldier that outlived its usefulness.

I wish I would have gotten killed, instead of Amala, she thought about her best friend, looking at the flowers. She would have loved this planet, since it matched her hair and her aesthetics.

Amala always loved anything related to the colour pink. Faven felt sorry that she could never experience life ahead of her. Her friend always dreamed of living in a candy store after the war ended. Faven used to have a similar dream like that until it died in Quill. She dreamed about resting on a hammock on a tropical island, but it will never come true.

“Do you think the rest of them made it on time?” Hyewon wondered, glancing at the treetop. “I don’t hear guns being fired anymore.”

“Hopefully they do,” Boil yearned. “I’m sure they succeeded with the first waves of battle droids.”

“Wait, those were only the first batch?” exclaimed Hyewon. “How many more do we have to fight?”

“A lot,” Faven spoke. “We have to fight hundreds and thousands of droids in every battle we face. It’s a lot, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Oh my goodness, I can’t imagine fighting that many droids. How do you guys still live, anyway?”

“We were lucky, though I never asked to survive every battle. Trust me, it’s much worse than death.”

Boil slowed down on his steps as he took a quick glimpse of his sister. Faven used to be cheerful, but the war hardened her, just like Commander Cody. It would be nice if he could see her smile for one last time.

As they arrived at the midpoint, the trio placed the box down and scanned their area, which was unoccupied by their troops. There were only similar-looking trees and shrubs, nothing else. Boil looked at the sky, which was darkening. “Where is everyone?”

“I’m not so sure,” Faven doubted. “General Kenobi and Commander Cody are never late.”

“I could say the same for Commander Thire and Stone,” Hyewon acknowledged their concern, turning to her brother. “Are you sure we’re in the right place? I feel we may be further away from our rendezvous point.”

“According to the map, this is the exact coordinates the commander gave,” he showed through his holographic device.

“Something is not right.”

And unfortunately, the Coruscant Guard was right. Before they could speculate among themselves, the Imperial battle droids popped out from the bushes with their weapons pointed towards them. “Freeze, Republic dogs.”

“Oh, fuck me,” Faven cussed, loading her blaster.

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fandom-imagines-001 · 4 years

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Kenny Omega X Reader #002

Kenny Omega X Reader

Life After you-Daughtry

The rain rings in your ears as it hit the roof of the house. Tears were rolling down your cheeks.

"I can't do this anymore!" Your boyfriend of 5 years yelled in frustration.

"Than don't" you spat back in angst even though tears still ran down your cheeks.

"You're wasting my time! All of this, we're just two different people now. We're not meant for each other!" He turns to continue packing his bag.

All you could do is just watch, you were tired of the fighting. All you two had done for weeks is fight and you have no idea why. It went from the perfect relationship to constantly fighting, nothing for him was ever good enough. You felt like you lost a match you weren't even involved in.

"And you can have this back!" You take the ring from your finger and throw it his way hitting him in the chest with it, and it fell down into his bag.

He stared at you for a moment as you glared at him. The moment felt long and it hurt, you could actually feel the pain make your stomach turn into knots.

He zipped his bag and pushed pass you. He grabbed his keys off the hook and slammed the door as he left.

You watched his car speed from the driveway and fell to the floor and held your face sobbing.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end, it wasn't supposed to end at all. For 5 years you and Kenny had only had one fight and it never went to these extremes.

You picked yourself up from the floor and make your way back into your bedroom and fell onto the bed as you coiled yourself into a ball.

Soon you'd be passed out and free from the pain for a little bit.

Meanwhile, as you peacefully slept.

"Fuck!" He slapped the steering wheel as a thick smoke started to rise from under the hood of the car.

Maybe this is a sign he thought, maybe this means he wasn't supposed to leave. He kept hitting the steering wheel, he felt his hand go numb. He laid his head onto the steering wheel and a tear fell on to his cheek.

All that ever mattered to him was making the life you two deserved together. All the smiles and laughs. He was wrong, wrong for everything. He never wanted to hurt you, and he doesn't know why he did what he did. Even though things really had been changing. Of course you two weren't the same as you were when you two first started dating.

Through many ups and some downs, something always made him feel like he could never let you down and he did. He let you down and he didn't know how to fix it.

He opened his bag and seen your ring laying on top of his shirt that you'd always wear to bed on chilly nights because you thought it was soft. Even though it had been washed, he took it into his hands and placed it under his nose to see if your scent lingered in the fabric.

"I can't go back now." He said to himself. He knew you'd be hurt, and even though he caused the pain he couldn't bare to see you suffer.

Without you, a part of him would die. He felt like he was out of his mind and insane for even leaving. Though, you'd two had this fight just days before he stayed.

He never wanted to leave, but when you threw your engagement ring at his chest he had to leave. That killed him, after everything that was the one thing that made it all sink it.

Kenny took a breathe before calling a wrecker to come get him. He wanted to come home, and fall asleep with you in his arms but he didn't know if he could make this right.

You awoke to the sunrise shinning in on your face through the window. A small smile formed on your face knowing it was a new day. Your first day without Kenny in 5 years. It's hard to believe how at peace you feel right now. Maybe it was because you knew the fighting was done. Trying to impress a man who you've been with for years.

Your were surprised by your sudden acceptance of Kenny leaving. The thought of you and Kenny not being together anymore seemed to be clearer in your mind. You took a breathe of fresh air and felt completely at peace.

It had been 2 weeks since that night. Kenny was a mess, always thinking about what he'd done differently. Always on the back of his mind.

"Are you going to call her?" Cody asks his friend.

"I can't, I can't face what I did. Have you seen her on Instagram? She seems so happy." They enter the venue for the next show.

"Look, she's my sister and your one of my best friends. I want to see you two work out. She might not be showing it, but I know her and I know she's hiding her feelings." Cody patted Kenny on the shoulder.

"What if it's too late?" He looks down at the ground. "I walked away, I did it, it's all my fault."

"After 5 years together, it's never too late. I will say, I'm not too thrilled about how you treated her that night but I am willing to forgive you if you guys work this shit out" Cody hands Kenny his phone. Your picture on the screen all ready to hit dial.

Kenny took the phone, and stared at it. Everything that's gone on the last two weeks burned in his head. Wondering what you'd say, or if you'd just hang up. God he felt like he was out of his mind.

He hit the phone icon and put the phone up to his ear.

One ring.

Two rings

"Hey bro! What's up" he heard your voice, happy and lively. Because truly you were, you never let anything get you down. Always tried to see the best in every situations, even the bad ones.

"Hey" He was quiet

You nearly dropped the phone. "Kenny?" He could hear the tone in your voice change and he started sweating.

"Can we talk?" He kicked his feet at the floor.

"What is there to talk about?" He wanted to smack his head on the wall behind him. This was a bad idea.

You sat down in shock, he hadn't said a word to you in two weeks. Even when people would ask about you he wouldn't say anything. Since it was strange that you hadn't been on the last couple shows.

"Please, I need to, I need you." Kenny slides down the wall and puts his face into his hands.

"Kenny..-

He cuts you off, "I can't do this, I can't be without you. I was wrong when I said that we weren't meant to be. After being without you, I can't do it. All I want is for us to be happy. I can't live without you"

You don't know what to say, you felt the same why but you didn't want to break. You wanted to be strong and stubborn. You still hurt, and you didn't want to forgive him.

"Please say something" he pleads.

"Kenny, you hurt me and I am still hurting. You can't just expect me to forget what you said" his heart falls into his stomach.

He didn't think it would be that easy, but he is willing to do what it takes.

"I know I hurt you, and I don't expect you to forgive me. Just please give me another chance." You can hear his voice change. You could hear the hurt in his voice. The same hurt you felt when he walked out. "I swear I can make it up to you" He pleads again.

"Kenny I don't know" his heart breaks.

You hung up the phone. You didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to do it. It killed you but you stood your ground.

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Okay guys, do you like it?? I've been trying to get back into writing and this song has been in my head all day! I know it's not the best, but please let me know! Thank you so much. Also, I am planing on doing a part 2 to this if you'd like.

-s

#dialogue prompts #kenny omega #writing prompts #writing prompt #aew imagine #aew #aew wrestling #fandom imagine #fandom #kenny omega imagine #wrestling imagines #new japan pro wrestling #njpw

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goodproofingwater · 5 years

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194 with j cody

I got sent 5 different prompts in 5 different messages all within a minute so I've put them all into one thing. (please note I am no longer accepting J Cody requests, but you can request anything else here)

194: “Good boy.”, 191: “Behave.”, 188: “Mine.” 168: “You’re in trouble now.” & 162: “Make me.”

Warnings: nsfw, sub/dom all that good stuff

Word count: 1654

An idea had been rolling around your head for weeks as you watched the boys complete job after job, the way they got themselves pumped up, the way that they came back with so much adrenaline that Craig almost always jumped off of the roof of the house into the pool and Deran immediately set off to let out some steam at the bar or with Adrian, and while you had been the subject of many an adrenaline release with J after a job, you could tell that he had an itch for the feeling in the days they had to lay low.

As the jobs got bigger, so did the time between them, and J’s appetite for something which caused his heart rate to spike grow. There was only so many times you could go sky diving before it became less of a rush, only so many petty crimes you could commit without the chance of getting caught, only so many ways he could pin you down until you were begging him to let you cum, and even when he allowed himself to smoke weed to calm down you could tell he needed something else. Something that he had never experienced before, something that would allow him to feel something other than the itch beneath his skin.

And so, when the house was empty and J was getting ready to meet his uncles at the bar, you changed into the outfit that you had planned, the latex sticking to your skin and hugging your curves pornographically. But that was, of course, the point.

Standing in front of the front door, you waited patiently for him to come out of his room, and when he did you couldn't help the smirk which washed over your face.

“I’m going to meet the guys at the bar, do you wanna–” He stopped talking as he saw you standing there, his fist clenching around his keys and his jaw setting as eyes ran up knee-high leather boots, black latex so high on your body that he could almost tell you weren’t wearing any underwear, and it was the first time you had ever seen J Cody at a loss for words.

“Do I wanna?” You spoke, heels clicking against the wooden floor as you moved toward him and his eyes hungrily took in the bustier and bra you were wearing, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as he did his best to keep his mind on what he had intended to do. He wanted to be at the bar to hear about any plans that were in the works, wanted to know what was going on with the other members of his family so he could get a piece of that pie, but how was he supposed to leave when you were standing there looking like that?

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to come but–”

“Oh, I do.” You spoke with a smirk which matched his, and as he stepped closer you shook your head, closing the gap yourself and pushing him back into the room with the whip he hadn’t noticed was in your hand, his blood pumping harder as his mind raced to understand your intentions.

You had never seen the man so malleable, and you wondered if this was what he had wanted all along, what he had craved but not wanted to ask for and as you stood in his room, level with him for the first time as the heels allowed you at least 5 inches. Your nose ran softly against his and his hands moved to grip your waist, and you allowed him a touch for only a moment.

“You see J, I’m sick of you always being the one to call the shots around here.” He smirked, laughed and was about to say something when you pulled back and silenced him with a look,

“So you’re going to be a good boy, and you’re going to give me what I want, or the next time you do a job you’ll have to find someone else to empty your balls into, understand me?”

He considers your words for a moment as his eyebrows raise, your tone and attitude one that he wouldn’t usually condone but even he was surprised by how turned on he was by this turn of events,

“I said, do you understand me?” You lifted your head, your chin raising as you pushed the end of the handle of the whip against his and raised it up, and he grinned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He had never allowed himself to be treated like this before, had always enjoyed being in control in the bedroom, and in all honesty, it was the shock of seeing you dressed like that that still held him back.

Fingers ran softly against the cotton of his shirt, and you yanked hard, buttons pinging around the room. His eyes turned dark as his jaw clenched.

“That was my favourite shirt. You’re in fucking trouble now–”

“Oh am I?” You spoke pressing the whip against him, “Cause I promise you that if you even think about fucking touching me without my permission, if you don’t behave, you’ll never get to put that cock of yours in my mouth ever again.”

“What if I grab your hair hm?” He speaks, his fingers moving softly against your face, “What if I fuck your mouth the way you fucking love? Bend you over and spank that–”

“Behave.” You gritted your teeth, and he smirked, pulling your face to his and kissing you fiercely

You licked your lips, running your eyes over his features before you moved the end of the whip to his shoulder, pushing him back and down to his knees. You smirked at him, this man so full of rage who had taught you the joys of erotic asphyxiation only the night before, now on his knees and obeying you.

“They’re expecting me at the bar..”

“Did I say you could fucking talk?” You spoke, spinning the whip in your hands and flicking your wrist so it slapped against his back, his face contorting in a mix of pain and pleasure and each second you spent dominating him made it clearer how much he was enjoying you taking control.

Slowly you moved to sit on the bed, wrapping the whip around his neck and pulling him closer with it until he was kneeling between your legs, his eyes moving up your dress to confirm his suspicions, and he let out a small moan at the sight of you wet and ready for him.

“You want to taste me, J? Want to feel my wet pussy again?”He nodded, learning from his mistake as the mark of the whip began to redden and sting on his back, and you smirked as you looked down at this man who usually held so much power, so powerless.

“I’ll tell you what..” You spoke, leaning down so that your face was level with his, “If you do a good enough job with that smart tongue, I might just sit on that beautiful cock of yours.”

He smirks a little and it angers you even more, and you take the chance to wrap a hand around his neck, pulling him to standing and with a little effort and compliance which confirmed how much he was enjoying himself, you lay him down on his bed.

Reaching for the phone chargers that he kept in his bedside table, you sat on his chest and tied him up firmly, so desperate to take all control from him that you didn’t even consider that the cables could break easily or that the door was open should anyone come home early, but it was hard to care when you were so turned on.

This was nothing like anything you had done before, and to have so much control over a man who usually had so much power was something you hadn’t realised was a kink until now.

“Fucking make me cum, and I’ll consider letting you do the same.” Were the only words you spoke as you straddled his face, and he nodded before eagerly going to work, running his tongue up and down your soaking pussy, his nose nudging against your clit as he tasted your entrance and then went back to work, sucking your clit into his mouth.

As your head fell back and you gripped his hands on the headboard, he couldn’t help but moan himself, the tightness of the latex allowing to see how every inch of your body was reacting to him, and he groaned against you as he did such a good job that you were cumming much faster than you thought you would. Gripping onto the headboard you came hard for him, moaning his name and you collapsed on his chest a few minutes later, not wanting to untie him for the main event.

“Did I do alright?” He smirked down at you and you licked your lips and nodded, out of breath and completely spent.

“You’re mine, you know that right?” He spoke, kissing you as his biceps flexed with an attempt to break free, “I don’t want any other man touching you.”

You smirked at his words, knowing it was about as close to an admission of any kind of feelings that you get from him and you sat up, licking your lips.

“Well... I guess I’m going to have to ride your cock and find out if I need another man to satisfy me aren’t I?”

Anger flashed through him and he attempted to break free again, and you smirked at him, “Be a good boy and lay still..”

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formerluv · 7 years

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Nepenthe Part Two (Cody Ko x Reader)

Note: Hey it’s Katherine, and I’m back at it again with that hetero shit.

Word Count: 1575

5:30 pm

“Cody! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!”

I graded nearly 15 essays as I waited for him. It was odd that my boyfriend took longer to get ready than me nowadays. I remember when he was so full of life. Waking up early in the mornings and go surfing, and he would go work a normal job. With Youtube, it’s been his main focus, but I’m very proud of him for putting himself out there especially with his stand up. My thoughts were interrupted by Cody emerging from the bedroom. I got up from the couch and took a good look at him. He was wearing a very casual black shirt, black skinny jeans, and white converse.

“Oh, you look so nice,” I complimented as I gave a shy smile. He pulled me in for a hug; his chest was firm and soft, and over time it became my favorite place to rest my head.

“You know, I was thinking that when we get back we can have a little fun… like the good old days.” Based on the look on his face, I could tell he knew what I was referring to.

“Where did you find it?” He asked with an inquisitive gleam in his eye.

“I was looking through some boxes, and I found it just waiting in its case.” I smoothed back a stray strand of his hair. We began to head out, and I reminded him to make sure he tried his best not to get too drunk. He brushed it off, but it was his way of saying he’ll try.

The Uber ride to the party was less than eventful, so I decided to browse social media. My timeline was filled with discussions of how Trump is going to cause the end of the world. I turned to Cody briefly and our eyes met. He gave a reassuring smile and reached out to hold my hand. Soothingly brushing my knuckles with the pad of his thumb, I was grateful for this kind gesture. Letting out a sigh, I turned to look out the window of the car, and we arrived.

“Well, since you start getting tired by 10:30, we can plan to leave by then. It should be pretty easy to spot me.” I said as I pointed to my hair. He chuckled and spotted his friends.

As I walked around alone, I noticed I was completely surrounded by Instagram models and influencers of Cody’s sort. So, I began to explore. As I walked into the house, I spotted the host. He was lounging with a book as models chatted his ears off. He raised his head and saw me. Immediately, he got up and rushed to embrace me.

“(Y/N)! You have no idea how much I’ve missed you!” He spoke after he inhaled deeply.

“Tai, it’s been too long.” He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“It’s been so lonely without you…sleeping in my bed—” his gaze drifted from me, and he adjusted his glasses before he continued, “anyways, how’s your boy toy?”

“Oh, for goodness sake, he’s a grown man.”

“Yeah, then why did you leave me for a grandpa like him?”

My lips tightened into a straight line, “You know why.”

Suddenly, I felt two arms hug me from behind and place their hands over my eyes.

“Guess who…” I instantly recognized the voice.

“ISABEL?!”

The person turned my body around, and I saw my best friend. I gave her a huge hug, and she led me away from Tai.

After we got away from him, she asked, “Why were you talking to your ex?”

“I-I just wanted to say hello.” As I said this, I saw my friend’s disappointment in my peripheral vision. We walked over and chatted with 2 beautiful women named Bryana and Crystal. We discussed new things going on in our lives, jobs, and a variety of other topics.

Then, from a distance, I heard a man slur the words, “I LOVED YOU!” in my direction. As I looked up, Tai was already standing in front of me. He grabbed my arms forcefully, pulled me close, and gave me a drunken and fat kiss on my lips. I shoved him off me as best as I could, but he was too strong. Finally, he broke the kiss and started shaking me.

“I could’ve given you everything. What could that jackass give you that I couldn’t?” Tai sobbed, but still maintained the strong grip on my arms. The party already grew silent.

I knew I’d regret this later.

“A baby.”

Before I could blink, Cody came up from behind me, ripped Tai’s hands off my arms, and punched Tai in the face.

Cody looked around and stopped at me, “I think I’m tired now, babe.” He began to walk out, apologizing to the strangers around us, and I followed behind him.

We waited for our Uber by a curb in complete silence. He would open his mouth to say something but then shut it again. I couldn’t take this anymore, and I had to break this unbearable tension between us.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.”

“How long have you known?” He asked, yet still refusing to make eye contact with me.

“I took a few pregnancy tests 2 weeks ago, and they all said positive.”

“Should we stop having sex? Can’t my dick hurt the baby?”

I burst out in laughter, and Cody finally turned to me with a confused expression plastered on his face.

“Cody—” I started between laughs, “your dick isn’t that big.”

“Hey! It’s decent.” He replied, trying to defend his manhood.

“Oh, trust me I know, my little tickle bee.”

I watched Cody cringe at the mention of the pet name.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to force you to settle down with me. Or just lose you altogether.”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about that with me.”

9:30 pm

As soon as we got in, Cody lifted me by my legs, and I swung them around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom, and we bumped into a few walls. I may have distracted him with a few kisses along his neck, jaw, and practically every inch of his face.

He set me down on the bed, and we undressed between kisses. Once all our clothes were off, he gave me a concerned look.

“Hey, maybe you should stretch me out a little. Just with your fingers.” He spoke softly. I agreed to start slow. So, we held each other and kissed for a while. I felt him become less tense and much more comfortable after a while. Shyly, I grabbed the bottle of lube, and the crack of the top echoed throughout the room. Lubing up my fingers, they found their way to Cody’s ass. I began teasing his taint, and he let out a low moan. Then with small hesitation, I plunged my fingers into his asshole.

His eyes widened as I probed the walls of his hole. After several seconds of shoving my fingers deep into his ass, I found his prostate. It felt like a walnut, so I began to massage it. Cody moaned and began to caress my breast.

“Tsk, tsk, Cody this night is for your pleasure. Not mine.”

He grumbled an opposition, but he allowed me to continue. I felt that he was ready, so I grabbed the purple strap on. Cody excitedly grabbed the lube and seductively lathered the toy with it. It was amusing to think this is probably what he saw when I did this to him. After he was pleased with the amount of lube, he turned around on all fours. The toy hovered outside his asshole, and carefully I thrusted into him.

“Agh, f-fuck.” He panted heavily as I continued. I slapped his ass hard, but not enough to leave a mark. With a mischievous grin on my face, I picked up a copy of the bible that I bought to try to convince my friends I was religious. With the book in hand, I raised it high above my head, and I slapped his ass as hard as I possibly could. He yelped but nonetheless was incredibly turned on. On his right ass cheek, in small, red letters read “The Bible”. I chuckled to myself and thrusted harder into him. Unfortunately, my legs were growing tired, and Cody sensed this.

He laid on his side, and I positioned myself behind him. Grabbing the strap on, he reinserted the toy. I massaged his cock, and I could tell he was close. With one last stroke of my hand and thrust of the toy, Cody was writhing. I felt his cum drip down my hand and watched some squirt onto his stomach. I took off the strap on and set it aside. Coming back to him, I began to lick up the cum from his stomach. He watched silently as his shaft twitched. I kissed his abdomen, all the way up his chest, to his clavicles, and eventually gave a hungry kiss on his lips. It was incredibly animalistic of me, but he loved it.

“Sweet dreams, lover boy.”

Epilogue

Cody and (Y/n) lived joyous and kinky lives. (Y/n) gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, named Noel and Samantha (she preferred just being called Sam). Noel grew up to roast his father and his poor fashion decisions, and Sam grew up to become fluent in the language of money like Tai Lopez.

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