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What are COD men and women missions as your guardian angel ?

Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Farah, Valeria, Alejandro, König, Roach, Nikolai

(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written or if they're OOC.)

G H O S T :

-He was sent to prevent you from accepting a job opportunity that would lead to your death.

-The prospective boss was destined to be tyrannical, pushing you to overwork, neglect your health, sever ties with loved ones, and gradually spiral into a state of despair.

-Ultimately, exhaustion would compel you to cross a road, only to be struck by a truck.

-Simon's purpose was to avert this tragic fate.

-Simon exerted considerable effort attempting to erase all traces of the job offers and announcements from your computer, eager to fulfill his mission swiftly.

-However, you persisted in pursuing your dream job, repeatedly defying his interventions.

-”Fucking hell” he whispered one night after passing hours on Indeed to delete everything.

-He realized he had to convince you. But it means getting to know you.

-He sighed and moved in, thanks to his power, the flat next to yours was magically free.

-Despite his strategic move, Simon struggled with social interactions.

- He tried the “have you any sugar ?” but it was 1AM, so it scared you.

-God, Simon and his social skills.

- One day, you, alarmed by a peculiar noise, knocked on his door, convinced that an intruder had breached your home.

-Trusting Simon's intimidating presence to scare off anyone, you spent the night at his flat for reassurance.

-This incident marked the beginning of a gradual acquaintance.

-As Simon got to know you, a mutual exchange of pastries became a regular occurrence. You started it to thank him for that night, and he offered you ones, and it has became a regular thing.

- Friday nights turned into joint activities like watching matches or cooking together.

-During these moments, you opened up about your dream job, and Simon, in turn, disclosed the harsh realities about the company.

-The realization dawned upon him as he witnessed the trust you placed in him.

- When you decided not to pursue the ominous job, he felt a sense of joy until the weight of the truth settled in—his mission was complete.

-Simon waited in anticipation for the next assignment.

-He waited.

-Days

-For another name, another mission.

-Nothing came.

-And he saw Laswell.

-He knew what it meant.

-“Simon, they decide you can either continue as an angel or stay with her and become human”Laswell says.

-Being with you.

-Waking up with you, living a life with you…

-It sounded perfect.

-He didn’t deserve that. Not after all what he had done, not…him with you, you deserved better.

-The following morning, you knocked on his door, only to find the flat deserted.

- Frantically searching for Simon Riley on social media, you discovered an unsettling absence—like a ghost, he had vanished, leaving you with a broken heart.

-“He fucking ghost me”, you cried on the floor of your flat, not knowing the truth.

P R I C E :

-He had not been sent for you, but for a boy named Clark.

-Clark was on the verge of homelessness, and John's mission was to help him develop an idea to secure some much-needed money.

-As John succeeded in his task, he couldn't help but notice the negative transformation in Clark.

- The influx of money had turned Clark into a selfish person, threatening his friends if they considered leaving him. And that's how he encountered you—a kind soul who had been there for Clark since the beginning.

-You, always supportive, witnessed how toxic Clark had become towards you.

- Slowly, you began to believe you deserved such treatment, unable to find better friends.

-John, disturbed by this realization, hoped for another mission to rescue Clark's friend from the clutches of his destructive behavior.

-But nothing changed.

-Frustrated, John couldn't stand idly by while people suffered for the sake of his mission.

-His purpose was to rectify injustice, not allow someone to turn into a despicable person.

-During a party, he found you outside and couldn't help but express his thoughts

- "I'm glad you're in his life. He's so much better now. He was really broke, and I was scared he'd end up alone on the streets. He lived at my house for a long time." you said.

-"He should have end up in the streets," Price asserted without regret.

-Your eyes widened, but a chuckle escaped you. "You shouldn't say that."

-"But you agree.

-”Money got to his head, but he's a good guy."

-"He's not, and you know it, love."

-"I don't want to lose him. I love him." you admitted.

-And then it clicked. You loved Clark before he became the person he was now.

-"You loved him before all of this." he realized.

-"I know. And it hurts because I still hold onto the hope that he'll realize and suddenly become better."

-"I'm sorry." Price said.

-"It's not your fault."

-It was, but you couldn't know.

-"Maybe in another life, I'll be as happy as he seems to be?"

-Price could have read your life with his power and gotten to know your future. But he didn’t.

-"I hope you deserve it." he answered.

-"Hey John, if I'm not happy, could I count on you? You're always here for me."

-"I promise, love."

-You smiled.

-Later, when John received his new mission, he decided to peek into your future to protect you one last time—only to realize there was no future.

-He rushed to your flat.

-The police were there.

-Clark had been arrested.

-And a body was being taken to the morgue.

-Maybe he should have looked at your future earlier.

S O A P

-He had been dispatched to safeguard your moral values from crumbling into ruin.

-The situation was straightforward; you were shattered, and a friend of yours suggested a lucrative opportunity to intimidate someone for a hefty sum.

-In simpler terms, you were on the verge of joining a gang for the sake of money.

-Broke, homeless, unwilling to burden your family, and unable to afford food, you were desperate enough to consider anything that paid, given the absence of job offers.

-Soap's mission was to avert this downward spiral, to prevent you from evolving into a heartless figure with bloodstained hands, a potential mafia leader.

-Naturally, he couldn't just hand you money; you wouldn't accept it from a stranger. So, he devised a plan to hire you at his bakery.

-Initially taken aback, because hell you couldn’t even say or bake croissant.

-Nevertheless, your role was strictly to sell, not to bake.

-Moreover, your boss, Soap, emanated a comforting presence.

-He treated you kindly, just as he did with everyone on his missions

-But to him, your smile was more than just a pleasant sight; it stirred something within him.

-Your laughter, dry and infrequent, motivated him to ensure you laughed more often, even if it meant he made a fool of himself with sugar or butter.

-When your friend said you couldn’t stay at their place, Soap went a step further and provided you with one.

- As you began accumulating enough funds to secure a flat, you encountered difficulties in finding one.

-Leveraging his magical abilities, Soap helped locate a suitable residence for you.

-Once settled, he taught you the art of baking, gradually helping you to take charge of the bakery.

-A year later, you had become a skilled baker, and Soap realized his mission was accomplished.

-Independent and content, you were ready to take over the bakery.

-Craftily, he fabricated a story about relocating to another country and passing the bakery on to you.

-Initially hesitant, you eventually agreed after lengthy discussions.

-As Soap sensed the emergence of a new name and mission on the paper, he looked at you and sighed, "I'll miss you, love."

-"Me too, Johnny," you replied.

-Little did you know it was the final time you would see him, but Soap was acutely aware.

- So, for the first time, he allowed himself to act on impulse and kissed you. In that fleeting moment, he wished he could relinquish his wings and live with you indefinitely.

G A Z :

-TW : social anxiety :) !

-He was sent to help you with your health.

-You grappled with social anxiety, a condition so severe that the fact of being in a crowded bus could make you faint

- Asking for a bag at the cashier's counter filled you with fear, and even a simple "hello" caused three weeks of overthinking

- You existed in a state of solitude, ensnared within a relentless cycle of anxiety.

- Your mental health had plummeted, yet the luxury of a therapist was beyond your means.

-Social anxiety, insidiously, severs connections, making it difficult to seek help, leaving you trapped in an endless loop of overthinking.

-The act of breathing itself became a struggle

-Walking in the streets became a nightmare, convinced that every passerby scrutinized your every move. Life, for you, felt burdensome, your very existence a weight upon others.

-Enter Gaz, sent to prevent you from venturing too close to the precipice.

-He initiated contact through social media, engaging you in conversation within a fandom you both shared.

- He witnessed the genuine joy in your smiles as you responded to his messages, the relief emanating from having notifications from a real person rather than an automated system.

- Talking to him felt right, providing a respite from the isolation.

-Gradually, your interactions with Gaz progressed beyond the digital realm.

- Attempts to meet in person were met with reluctance or last-minute cancellations, fueled by fears of judgment, rejection, or even the possibility of an elaborate prank.

-However, perseverance prevailed, and one day, he succeeded in meeting you face-to-face.

-The anxiety lingered, but Gaz's warmth created a sanctuary, a safe space for you.

- Together, you confronted the formidable adversary that was social anxiety.

-Gaz became your anchor during the lows, comforting you when crowds induced panic or tears flowed at the thought of being among people.

-Of course there were downs, where you couldn’t go out, where you would cry just by the idea of being in a crowd. But he was here for you.

-Every Monday, he accompanied you through bustling streets, holding your hand as you breathed through the anxiety.

-Small victories were celebrated, such as summoning the courage to ask for water from a waiter.

-To some, these achievements may seem ridiculous, but Gaz understood the immense courage they required.

-He cherished the moments you shared, the progress you made—ordering food by phone, making a call—each step a triumph on the arduous road of overcoming social anxiety.

- In these moments, Gaz recognized that this was more than a mere mission; it was a lifelong commitment.

-Social anxiety was not a battle with a finite resolution; rather, it was a continuous struggle.

-A knowing chuckle escaped him.

-Captain Price, knowingly, had bestowed upon Gaz a life mission.

-In a quiet moment, Gaz whispered his gratitude, acknowledging that if his mission was to love and support you, there was no doubt he would embrace it for eternity.

V A L E R I A :

-She was sent to save your marriage.

- Angels, renowned for their influence on matters of the heart, and Valeria, in particular, was on a divine mission to salvage the threads that held your union together.

-However, as of late, doubt began to creep into her convictions as a guardian angel.

-In numerous assignments, she found herself helping individuals of questionable character.

- Then, she met you—a person ensnared in a wretched marriage.

- Your wife treated you poorly, arguing with you for trivial matters, asserting your worthlessness without her, forgetting your birthday and engaging in infidelity with others.

-Valeria questioned the purpose of preserving such a toxic bond.

- Was she supposed to save this tormented marriage?

- Was the sanctity of matrimony so sacred that it should endure despite the evident misery it caused?

-No, she had enough..

- She reached a breaking point, disenchanted with being the obedient savior in every situation.

-She wasn't Rudy or Alejandro—she wouldn't blindly adhere to a mission that clashed with her newfound convictions.

-Instead, she took a daring step and seduced you, believing you deserved better, deserving her.

-You, with your kindness and generosity, deserved someone who would treat you with the respect and love you lacked in your current relationship.

-Valeria refused to surrender you to the shackles of your miserable marriage.

- She cared not for the rules of her celestial role; she wasn't a guardian angel any longer.

-That night, driven by an irrepressible desire for change, she made a drastic choice—she cut off her wings.

-The pain was excruciating, but amidst the agony, she found relief and liberation.

- She knew this act condemned her to damnation, but the prospect of being with you made it inconsequential.

- Morality blurred into shades of gray as she willingly became a fallen angel, abandoning her celestial duties for the ecstasy of earthly love.

- The sensation of your lips against hers eclipsed any impending punishment, and in that moment, she embraced the fall from grace for the happiness she found in your arms.

N I K O L A I :

-He was the one training guardian angels.

-Nikolai wasn't a guardian angel, but a fallen one.

-In the past, he had fallen in love with the one he was supposed to guard.

- As a consequence, they severed one of his wings and stripped him of his celestial status.

-To prove his devotion, Nik decided to assist in the formation of guardian angels.

- Laswell and Price supported him, and they agreed.

-So, he began training new guardian angels, and you happened to be one of them.

- He admired how you struggled to fly, resembling a fawn.

-"Солнце (=sun), use your back muscles, not your arms," he teased as you tumbled to the ground once again.

-"How could you know?" you snapped back, frustrated.

-He stopped, his lone wing retracting.

-You realized the impact of your words.

- "Shit, Nik, sorry, that's not what I meant."

-"It's okay, but I used to fly in the past, you know. Don't doubt my abilities again."

-"Of course, I... It's just frustrating to see everyone else succeeding."

"-It's okay. Ghost took six months to fly; Soap burned his wing three times," Nikolai said. "So, don't doubt, Солнце."

-"Really?" you laughed.

-"Yes, so don't doubt, Солнце."

-"Isn't it difficult to watch all those angels and not feel free like them?" you asked, a question no one had posed to him before.

-"It is, but I deserved it."

-"You just loved someone. I don't think it was worth the punishment," you whispered.

-"Maybe, but I betrayed my mission."

-"I still think you did it for good reasons. The world isn't black and white. Sometimes we have to be gray. Loving them, it's not a crime."

-He stayed silent. "Maybe."

-"Sorry, I overstepped, but I think it's unfair they treat you like this. Graves is keeping his wings when he had killed people to succeed in his missions, not very guardian angel of him."

-"You're right, but we can't do anything."

-"I will. I'll fight for you. Use my wings to give yours back," you said, determined.

-That day, Nik felt a spark—the same one that had cost him his wings.

-The one who was back with you.

-He ignored it.

-"If you say so, I'll watch you doing it," he chuckled.

-Little did he know, you would succeed and restore his wings.

-Perhaps, one day, Nikolai would fly again with his wings and not a helicopter.

A L E J A N D R O :

-He was sent to protect you, to help you to expose the truth.

-You, a journalist delving into a precarious story surrounding the cartel's sway

-. Alejandro understood the gravity of this mission; his entire previous life had been defined by this relentless fight against the cartel.

- With unwavering dedication, he vowed to shield you with all his heart.

-Thus, he concealed himself, surveilling your residence, neutralizing all dangers, confronting cartel members seeking to harm you under the cover of darkness.

- His magic thwarted explosive threats, and he meticulously tarnished the reputations of those aiming to intimidate you after your initial article.

- He stood watch, silently guarding you.

-His cover was blown one day. In your apartment, a cartel member lay unconscious at his feet.

-"So it was you?" you inquired.

-"I can explain," he stammered.

-"You were the one protecting me, weren't you? I've never felt threatened since my colleagues shared their ordeals. Only words, never physical harm or bombs. My family is unharmed. Someone protected me. It's you, isn't it?"

-Your perceptiveness impressed him.

-"Yes," he admitted.

-"You should have said something. I can pay you if needed. Being a bodyguard for someone who challenges cartels must be challenging."

-"Not as challenging as being a colonel fighting the cartel in my previous life," he thought but refrained from saying.

-"It's okay. I don't need a salary."

-"Then live with me. Let me repay you, in a way. This way, you can keep an eye on me 24/7 but still have a place to stay."

-It was tempting, avoiding the need to surveil you from across the street, being able to follow you closely to prevent traps.

-"Okay," he accepted.

-Gradually, he became a fixture in your life. You shared your findings, and he assisted during investigations, often necessitating clandestine break-ins to gather information.

-He marveled at how you managed to stay alive with your audacious pursuits.

-But with each cartel member arrested due to your articles, he felt satisfaction and pride. You were making a difference.

-Until one day, the absence of the familiar sound of typing alarmed him.

-Racing to your room, he found you lifeless, a bullet wound in your head.

-How was this possible? He had used his magic for protective measures, installed cameras.

- Then he noticed it—a black wing on the floor, a fallen angel turned malevolent.

-He knew who was responsible—Valeria. Of course, she would be entangled in the sinister web of cartels. Mierda...

L A S S W E L L :

--She was sent to ensure peace.

-You, a fledgling diplomat, had just entered the scene.

-In a matter of months, a critical meeting loomed on the horizon.

-Unfortunately, one of the other ambassadors harbored nefarious plans.

-Their aim? To ensnare you, hold your country responsible for an attack, derail any alliance, shatter hopes of peace, and plunge nations into war.

-Laswell, tasked with preventing this diplomatic catastrophe, sought to guide you through the treacherous world of international relations.

-Gaining your trust, however, proved to be a formidable challenge.

-You toiled in isolation, reluctant to confide even in an assistant.

-Acutely aware of the sordid nature of politics, you had no intention of succumbing to manipulation or falling prey to powerful lobby interests.

-To demonstrate her capabilities, Laswell embarked on a mission to help you confront a corrupt mayor.

-When she successfully ousted him and exposed the truth, despite the mayor's pervasive connections, you were compelled to extend a job offer.

-"Thanks for this. I couldn't have done it without you. He had connections everywhere," you expressed your gratitude.

-"I have connections too, but I guess mine are just better than his," she replied with a hint of confidence.

-A chuckle escaped your lips.

-It was evident that Laswell, fueled by a genuine commitment to peace, would prevail.

-Witnessing the purity of your heart, she found solace.

- She had observed how the hearts of political figures often tarnished when power came into play, but you remained an exception.

-"You're a remarkable diplomat, never doubt that," she reassured.

-"Maybe, but niceties don't seal alliances or foster peace," you sighed. "Money does, and we don't have it."

-Together, you delved into the intricacies of contracts and gathered information about other nations.

- Nights were spent in your office, surrounded by take-out containers, punctuated by jokes that lightened the mood while maintaining a serious focus on work.

-Gradually, Laswell began to open up to you.

-Of course, she concealed her past as a CIA agent, weaving a narrative that shielded her secrets. Yet, you felt a sense of security in her presence.

-One evening during a break, you asked,

-"Do you have someone, Kate? You're always here with me, and I wouldn't want your significant other to worry."

-"I had someone," she admitted.

-"Sorry to hear that," you responded.

-"It's okay. It was a long time ago, like a previous life," she joked, though the truth lingered beneath the surface.

-"How were they?" you inquired.

-"She, and she was wonderful. My wife. I could have given everything to her, except I didn't. I didn't give her my time. I was working too hard."

-"Did you divorce?" you asked.

-"No, but I quitted my job for her."

-"Oh."

-"It was the right thing to do. She deserved it," she smiled.

-"And you never met anyone after?"

-"No.”

-Because after that, she died old and happy with her wife, before becoming a guardian angel.

-She never looked for love.

-"No, but maybe someday." Laswell said

-"I don't doubt it," you chuckled.

-"And you?"

-"I'm too busy with my work. They say I'm mostly married to it," you attempted to joke, but Kate sensed the underlying sadness.

-"You'll meet someone. You're a great person."

-"Thanks," you replied, returning to your work.

-After weeks of collaboration, Kate unearthed a drug affair involving the other diplomat and dealt with it discreetly.

-On the day of the crucial meeting, the peace offer was accepted without hesitation, thanks to the covert threat.

- The treaties were signed, and a sigh of relief echoed through the diplomatic corridors.

-However, when Laswell awaited her next mission, she discovered a surprise.

-Your name resurfaced, but the mission had taken an unexpected turn.

-"Marry them."

-Confused, Laswell pondered the note. Guardian angels can't love humans. Then, she noticed a message on the back.

-"You deserve a retreat, Kate. And they're your type. Enjoy it. - John."

-She chuckled. John, always meddling where he wasn't needed.

- However, she didn’t know if she would marry you or not but this life as a diplomat, reshaping the world for the better, was the love she had found."

F A R A H :

-She had been sent to infuse you with the strength to confront adversity with courage and resilience.

- Once a firefighter, you had walked away from the profession after a tragic incident where a child lost his life in a fire.

-Your attempts to alert your boss about the suspicious nature of the recent fires fell on deaf ears, and disillusioned, you resigned.

-The question lingered: Why be a firefighter if you couldn't save lives?

-Farah had been dispatched to restore your inner fortitude because, deep down, you were right

-Those recent fires were no accidents.

-Only you had the power to uncover the truth, having been the sole observer of the pattern.

- Fate placed her as your neighbor, but your demeanor was reticent, a mere husk of your former self.

-Observing your silent suffering, Farah chose a bold approach.

-She ignited a fire in her own apartment using a toaster, triggering your instincts.

-Without hesitation, you rushed to her aid with a fire extinguisher, quelling the flames.

-"Thanks, I don't know what happened," she lied, keenly observing the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the relief in your eyes.

-"It's okay; toasters can be tricky, many of them catch fire," you reassured her.

-"Do you often see that?" she inquired.

-"I'm a firefighter," you paused, correcting yourself, "was, sorry."

-She smiled, finding solace in your continued identification with the role.

-"You quit? Injuries?" she probed.

-"No, I... it just wasn't for me."

-"It doesn't seem that way," she said, nodding towards the fire extinguisher still in your grasp.

-"It was just a reflex."

-"Hmm, if you say so. You know, just because there are some bad firefighters doesn't mean you have to quit," she remarked.

-"True, but sometimes it's hard to... fight when you're alone."

-She understood. Without the support of people in her past as Karim, Farah would never have succeeded.

-"But without brave people like you, the bad ones win," she emphasized.

-"Maybe," you conceded, "but... why am I discussing this with you? I don't even know you," you whispered.

-"It's easier to confess to a stranger, especially one with a burnt toaster," she joked.

-You chuckled, finding an unexpected comfort in her presence.

-"Maybe you're right. I just... I felt useless. I knew something was wrong with those fires, that we should have saved those kids, but... no one believed me. Maybe they're right."

-"Or maybe not. Now we'll never know since you quit," she countered.

"-Maybe..." you sighed.

-"I can help you," she offered.

-"How?" you inquired.

-"I'm a journalist," she lied, "if those fires are really peculiar, then I have a great article, and you could regain your job."

-"…But it means investigating my own brigade."

-"Betrayal often comes from those close to us," she said, recalling what did Hadir.

-"You're right, okay," you agreed.

-And so, the investigation began. Farah watched as the embers of your internal fire reignited. You didn't give up.

-Gathering evidence, taking photographs, you uncovered a shocking revelation: a colleague was a pyromaniac, deliberately setting fires to play the role of a savior, to feel godlike.

-Presenting the proof to journalists, your chief could no longer cover for the rogue colleague. Farah felt a surge of pride for you.

-"You fought well," she commended.

-"I'll continue, thanks, Farah," you said, embracing her, the lingering scent of burnt still on your clothes after your mission.

-"Never give up, even when I'm gone," she whispered.

-"Never," you smiled.

-When her mission changed, she left you a collar. Months later, Farah noticed how you kept it as a talisman.

- She smiled, realizing that although she couldn't stay, your strength and hers would forever be intertwined.

K Ö N I G :

-He had been sent to rekindle your passion, to bring happiness back into your life.

-Once a talented dancer, you had abandoned your love for dance in favor of a more practical career, burdened by financial responsibilities.

-Your parents, disapproving of a dancing career, further added to the weight on your shoulders.

-König, however, was on a mission to reignite your love for your hobby and give your heart what it truly desired.

- So, in your building, he discreetly posted a classified ad seeking a dance teacher for the waltz.

-When you stumbled upon the ad, you thought, "Why not?"

-A little extra income wouldn't hurt, and you missed the joy of dancing. Intrigued, you decided to respond to his ad, accepting his offer.

-Little did König anticipate that it would work.

-Now, with his towering 2-meter frame, he found himself awkwardly attempting to move like a swan without crushing your feet. The stress was palpable.

-“Breathe and focus on me, not on yourself,” you instructed, guiding his hands to rest on your waist.

-Slowly, with the accompaniment of a piano, you led him through the graceful movements of the waltz.

-Suddenly, it felt like home. Memories flooded back – the aroma of onions and Zwiebelrostbraten cooking, the cramped kitchen adorned with peculiar pictures, his mother's gentle dance, and him on her feet as she attempted to teach him how to dance.

-Dancing, he thought, could be so beautiful, and those who tried to prevent such feelings were truly awful.

-You noticed the sparkle in König's eyes, a reflection of the passion you had years ago.

- “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you remarked.

-“Yes, it’s like we’re floating,” he responded.

-“Waltz is beautiful. I…I wanted to compete when I was younger – waltz, salsa, and more.”

-“What stopped you?”

-“My parents. They said I would never be good enough to make a living from it. And they're right; only a few dancers can sustain themselves.”

-“But you could still live through it in a different way.”

-“How?”

-“Teaching it. Many dancers become teachers.”

-“I don’t have connections, König. Studios prefer people with a reputation.”

-“Then I’ll spread the word. You’re a great teacher. I mean, you made me dance the waltz, and I'm a giant,” he joked.

-You smiled. “Because you’re a great student.”

-“Nein, believe me, I can’t dance without you.”

-And so, König set his plans into motion, praising your classes to everyone.

-Soon, a married couple sought your expertise, and as their marriage flourished, the word spread.

-Requests poured in, and slowly you amassed a following.

-König, with his mysterious charm, helped you secure a studio.

- Although you maintained your part-time job, you now knew you could live from dance.

-“I’ll quit,” you whispered, nervous. “I need to quit to have more classes and finally be happy.”

-“Good, you deserve it,” he smiled.

-“Thanks. Without you, I probably would never have been brave enough to do it.”

-“I’m here to support you,” he assured, even though he missed holding you in his arms and waltzing with you.

-He asked for one last dance to celebrate. Unbeknownst to you, he would soon leave.

-As you danced, he felt your heart beating fast, resonating with happiness.

-When a paper appeared in his pocket with another name and another mission, he looked back at you.

-Perhaps now, when alone, König would practice the waltz for the day he would meet you again.

R O A C H :

TW : death (not of Roach or you though) + (i kinda create a past for him, I know it's not canon)

-He was sent to help you to protect Orion.

-The problem was, he had no clue who Orion was.

- Despite attempting to tap into his powers, all he could extract were names: Orion and yours.

-Thus, he met you out and forged a close friendship, yet Orion remained elusive.

- Not in your familial ties, not as a romantic interest or enemies—nowhere.

-Until one day, after returning from work, you shared an anecdote about Orion.

-Orion.

- A four-year-old boy.

-Suddenly, it dawned on him; he comprehended his purpose

-. Roach, with his own history in foster care, knew he was selected because he understood the flaws in the system and how one could make a difference by adopting a child.

- However, Orion had loving parents, leaving Roach perplexed.

-"He's a sweet boy," you smiled.

-He reciprocated with a smile, albeit tinged with fear.

-Did this mean Orion would lose his parents?

-Or was he expected to kill them?

-Roach was uncertain, prompting him to shadow Orion's residence, using his expertise in navigating air ducts, he was not called Roach for nothing, air ducts were his things.

-As he observed, nothing seemed amiss until he spotted it: a crack in the wall.

- Regrettably, before he could extricate himself from the air duct, the building collapsed.

-The landlords had ignored warnings about the need for renovations, leading to the tragedy.

-Roach barely escaped the ruins, coughing and trying to find his way out.

-Then, he heard Orion's voice.

-Under a table, the little boy clutched his deceased mother's hand.

-Roach froze; there was no doubt, Orion's parents were gone.

-Why was he sent to manage this?

- Why wasn't he tasked with preventing the tragedy or saving them?

- Why did Orion have to endure such a harrowing experience?

-He crawled to Orion, embracing him as the boy cried and screamed.

-He waited with him at ER, refusing to leave despite your attempts to reach him. He only sent you a text “at ER”

-You joined him and he…he could only express his pain through a silent hug.

-You and Roach became determined to ensure Orion wouldn't be left in the system after such trauma.

- Despite the challenges, you visited every day, dealing with bureaucracy and, with Roach's magical assistance, eventually adopting Orion

-. Roach didn't leave; he remained a steadfast companion in your collective journey.

-It wasn't easy—Orion was confused, lost, and traumatized.

-Yet, through your unwavering support, he slowly began to open up to both you and Roach.

- A family emerged, something Roach had only discovered in his twenties during his time in the military.

- He was grateful that Orion could experience it now, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.

-Each day brought the fear of a new mission, a new departure. Until one day, Ghost appeared in your flat.

-"What are you doing here?" Roach questioned.

-"Cutting your wings," Ghost responded.

-Roach recoiled. "I never kissed them." he said, yes he loved you, but he never tried…

-"Roach…"

-"You can't take them away from me, please L.T. I don't want to lose everyone like I lost you and the unit."

-"I’ll cut your wings so you can become human, Roach, not to punish you."

-Roach halted. "You—"

-"You deserve it."

-"Thanks, L.T."

-"You're welcome," Ghost whispered, cutting his wings.

-Roach felt pain but also a strange sense of freedom. He smiled at Ghost and let him leave. Finally, he had found a family.

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linnienin · 11 months

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🖤A s t e r o i d ⁕ P a n t h e r a ⁕4 1 9 8🖤(through the signs and degrees) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Y o u r ⁕ p r e d a t o r y ⁕ e n e r g y ~~~~~~~~~~~

A warrior, a schemer, a predator. Smooth and calculated movements, planning how to kill you in complete silence. The black panther doesn't show off their plan, they only show you their claws.

🖤🐾

The panther is part of the leopard family but it's easily identified because of its black mantle. Usually outcasted due to this difference, they face more difficulties in their habitat as they can't hide so well like others leopards (a black spot is easily identified by potential preys). They take the harder route, panthers also love to jump from tree to tree to assess the situation from a higher perspective. Because of those challenges, they know how to get a better understanding of their environments and know how to use it to their advantage

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🖤 M y ⁕ i n t e r p r e t a t i o n :

In my opinion, Asteroid Panthera (4198) in a birth chart shows you:

⁕ How you scheme to catch your target ⁕ How you fight to gain respect ⁕ Your fighting temperament

The special-0 degrees : They are THE panther🖤. Surrounded by a mysterious but fiery aura. They have qualities that resembles the ones of these felines. Could love to climb or run as a sport. Enjoy risky activities cause they crave that adrenaline rush 🔥. They could even have physical traits resembling those of a panther, like a feline type of appeal (especially if you have this asteroid in 1st house and 0°). Dominant personalities. Get easily involved in fights lol. They have a big ego and have a need to show their potential to everyone, cause they really crave recognition. Possessive but very caring. Put others needs first, cause this way they feel they're the provider and hold the power.

Celebs examples of Panthera at 0°: Simone Ashley, Jennifer Lawrence, the Weeknd, Beyoncé, Jamie Campbell Bower, Johnny Depp

Aries / 1-13-25 degrees : Straight to the point, leaving their mark boldly 💥. Quick, harsh movements. Impulsive if triggered. Experts of both mental and physical aggression because of their experience. They never hold back to new scary trials, cause they're fearless. Incredible strategy skills, you make It looks like you come from the army lol (maybe you do!). But even if they create different plans they usually stick to one plan until the end, yes, even if it means dying on the battelfield (sometimes being fearless can make you blind to danger). Kings/queens of the territory. Insatiable warriors. Strike first, strike hard, no mercy.

Celebs examples: Amita Suman, Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Emilia Clarke, Uma Thurman, Meryl Streep

Taurus / 2-14-26 degrees : Waiting in the lair for the food to come lol🍗. Not an obvious striker. Slow but steady, plan to trap their prey with their sensuality. Da 'lazy' panther: they don't even bother to plan or think about catching their prey, they get It like this 👏. Sometimes they may appear superficial or dumb, but well, it's part of their stategy 😉. Everyone wants them because they look at them as the perfect throphy and these natives know this very well as they have a high sense of self-worth. They're silent most of the times cause they're relaxing knowing they got ya... "why you feeling ✨ jittery✨darling, i'm here with you...oh sweetie by the way, did you buy that tiara of diamonds i told you i really liked?" 👀. So pretty It hurts...yeah, hitting your self-esteem to make you fall at their feet 😏

Celebs examples: Marylin Monroe, Monica Bellucci, Elizabeth Taylor, Keanu Reeves, Naomi Campbell, Grace Jones

Gemini / 3-15-27 degrees : Too fast you can't keep up 🌪️. You won't see them coming in any way. They are like a rap song, you're vibing until you realize the words they're speaking 😶. Funny queens/kings that kill you with their sense of humour. Rolling eyes at you, putting into discussion your crafting level as their strategy to make you feel worthless. They have beautiful nails/claws (ngl they really do). These mfk are so freaking versatile and well-rounded, they can do anything... No one knows as many things as they do. The real street smart. They make you think you dodged them but they have already 1827829292 other plans on how they could catch you, you have no escape sorrynotsorry 👋

Celebs examples: Rihanna, Beyoncé, Jamie Dornan

Cancer / 4-16-28 degrees : Baby panthers everyones wanna protect 🥺, until you realize you should have protected yourself from them lol. So frail they could break and cut you with one of their heart's sharp broken pieces. Jumping on you by jumping on your emotions. Changing moods 24/7 to confuse you even further. Shiny deeply emotional eyes on all the time. They rarely leave their lair but when they do, you know it's trouble (cause they reached an extreme). Like the moon, they catch your attention by making themselves appear all alone, until you realize they were always in their comfortable spot and only waiting for you to get trapped by the immense darkness around. 🌚

Celebs examples: Lily Rose Depp, Chadwick Boseman

Leo / 5-17-29 degrees : Grumpy cats that want it all *cute umpf sound*😾. Get out of their ways to catch their prey. Hella talented. Work so freaking hard to improve their skills you'll see them making a whole choreography while hunting. They catch so many people's attentions. Now they use that crowd as a fortress with no exits for their prey to escape 😘. But hurt their ego and they can take a looot of time to get back to hunting with some pride. They're the best at taking care of their people, they share the food (keep the best part for themselves tho lmaoo) and they're protective towards their loved ones. Truly fighters with a biig heart and of course they have a *dramatic showy hunting style* 💃

Celebs examples: Letitia Wright, Lupita Nyong'o, Helena Bonham Carter

Virgo / 6-18 degrees : Peekaboo from da green bush 😶‍🌫️. Panthers with a green thumb for growing detailed organized plans. Perfectionist predators. Calculate every millimeters, every possible outcome, to the point of overthinking It all and not even starting the plan lol. Intelligent and adaptable, quick learners. Can make you think they're weak with their bodily constitution and shy because they don't speak much. Truth is, they're studying you and their surroundings. Make the best advisors, cause they can see what's missing from the bigger picture and they usually don't initiate the hunt. Stay physically behind others' backs but are mentally ages ahead. Outsmart everyone in the end (if in good form and with their doubtful part of the brain shut lol)

Celebs examples: Halle Berry, Winona Ryder

Libra / 7-19 degrees : Graceful panthers, so poised they resemble perfect statues. And they make you believe they are that harmless...but careful not to fall for it 👀. These people don't aim directly to their prey, they get to it through others (the type to not dirty their hands lol). The glue that keeps the pack intact. They're loved by everyone, gentle smiles, kind gestures, they make sure they are pleasant to be around . Keep their outward persona all in check, constantly clean and polish their shiny fur 💅. Balanced, not too risky in their moves, they always test the waters first and adapt to the responses they get. Choose their words carefully to hit the weakest spot. Kill their prey with kindness and charisma, then offer them dessert to not feel guilty 🙃🍰

Celebs examples: Jamie Campbell Bower, Vincent Cassel, Zoe Kravitz

Scorpio / 8-20 degrees : The arm reacher distance. No, they don't have the COVID, they have the INTIMIDATION. No one wants to mess up with them. They have the blackest and thickest and shiniest fur of them all. But they rarely show their powerful moves, all they got are rumors spreading from people that SAW. If some other naive panther try to provoke these natives out of fun, they got to be prepared to suffer from Scorpio panther's psychotic fun .This is how they get the people to respect them out of fear. Sneaky and untreceable, they're the best at erasing their fingerprints. Get into their prey's mind. Predicting every little action and elaborating a plan on it. They don't like to strike right away, but prefers to take their time with it cause they enjoy playing and see their prey's reactions to their little scary games 😈. Very private and jealous, won't share their prey with anyone.

Celebs examples: Darkota Johnson, Carrie-Anne Moss

Sagittarius / 9-21 degrees : Can't stay still a sec. Always get in the way of other's people lol. Two panthers are fighting for the throne? Lemme jump in real quick and make a showstopper mooove 🤸‍♀️ (by risking their lives..yeah 🤦‍♀️). *everybody gets mad (but still laugh)*. "weee everybody sorry, i thought it was match break! I am the lady holding the round sign ya know thisss". Makes mistakes but knows how to crack a joke on them. They don't usually attack intentionally, as they don't really stand cruel actions. But they could kill by mistake cause they take up so much space and are very energetic, you get in their way, you dead😂. Their big presence ,easygoing nature and funny/entertaining behaviour win people's hearts (and their prey's too 👀)

Celebs examples: Michelle Yeoh, Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johannson, Lena Headey, Al Pacino, Simone Ashley

Capricorn / 10-22 degrees : Why so serious? 🤡 These people have gone through hell and back, no surprise they become the Devil. They tried them all, the bad, neutral and good strategies, they got a baggage of experience that could have either made or broken them. Always disappointed with others. Wise with a mind of a genius, but if this trait of them is neglected by people, the lack of respect could trigger them to suppress their emotions and use this detachment to manipulate others' feelings pretty well. Calm and premedited actions. They take time to kill their prey, they wanna consume them till they can't get it anymore and wanna hear them begging to give them that feeling of respect they didn't get before. Natives that people can consider too strict/inflexible (almost like tirants) if they get to rule as King/Queens panthers. (but they're just good people to whom bad things happened 🥺, lemme give you a hug 🤗)

Celebs examples: Heath Ledger, Zhang Zi-Yi, Grace Kelly, Alan Rickman, Jennifer Lawrence, Maggie Q, The Weeknd, Audrey Hepburn, Alexa Demie, Bruce Lee, Kristen Stewart

Aquarius / 11-23 degrees : Loner panthers that don't give a heck of getting to the Queen/King's panther's throne cause they're already building one of their own 😎. Making their own rules, getting their own land, initiating a whole new way of living. And then people see how cool and innovative their way is, and how strong they are to have built all of their empire alone, so they get easily influenced, and individually choose to become their plebs. And this is how they sterminate all their preys at once lmaoo. Unpredictable actions, have unique ways to hunt that may seem weird to people, but they're not afraid to show them by being themselves. This silent confidence can only gives more appreciation and genuine respect to the natives. Can get quite a lot of controversial stares too from close-minded people, but again, they just don't care 😇

Celebs examples: Zendaya, Joaquin Phoenix, Lana Del Rey, Keira Knightley, Anya-Taylor Joy

Pisces / 12-24 degrees : The forgetful predator and utopian leader. Create some fantastic plan than only can exist in an imaginary world cause gravity cannot bend to these native's thoughts unfortunately lol...or maybe it does cause they're manifestation king/queens hehe✨ . But everyone is obsessed with them even if they make a lot of mistakes. People are very very confused by these natives and Pisces panthers take this to their advantage. Manifesting their prey like this 👏...but then they don't feel like attacking them lmao... or coff coff... they were sleeping and missed it 😆. Chill around, but cannot not getting involved in the drama cause they're curious by nature. And then the drama (and so the prey too) hunts them, trying to switch the roles, giving them even more opportunities to catch what they want. Not the best at striking to the front, but will hunt you in your dreams.

Celebs examples: Kim Kardashian, Jenna Ortega, Michelle Pfeiffer, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Michael Jackson, Eva Green, Johnny Depp, Maisie Williams

And you've reached the end of the post!

Thank you for staying with me 💖

I hope this post entertained you and also gave you some cool info on your placement!

Lemme know if you resonated, and if you didn't let me know equally😊 as you know, i value your feedback a lot ✨ I'm aware this asteroid is an untamed territory, so take in mind this is just my personal interpretation

As always,

I wish you all a wonderful day ahead! Be well, Yours, Linnie 🖤

( Sorry @brielledoesastrology if this took so long, i loved the suggestion of your request, and i hope this post satisfies it 😘 )

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darnell-la · 10 months

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Can we get more bellamy blake

Y/n’s pov

I’ve never felt so unhappy in my life. Clark had the whole group, me, Octavia, Raven, Echo, and a few other girls, sit down so she could tell us the news. She and Bellamy are officially dating.

All of us except for Octavia, always talk about how in love we are with Bellamy. How can you not? He’s a leader, he’s fit, his voice is the most attractive thing I’ve heard, his hair is always amazing and he looks at every girl like he’s in love with them.

The only girl he’s ever been touchy with was Clark. That’s when the group started to back off and I began to think I wasn’t enough. Clark would even tell me herself that I’m not his type. I should have listened to her.

“I can’t wait to see little Clark’s and Bellamy’s!” Echo said, making us all laugh. I fake laughed. Clark didn’t stab me in my back but she knew I always had something for Bellamy way before he got hot. It feels like as soon as I told her, she started liking him as well.

“Speaking of the devil. Here he comes,” one of our friends said as Bellamy came up behind Clark and hugged her tightly. That’s when my heart shattered. He looked so happy.

Bellamy had whispered in Clark’s ear for about a minute, probably asking about the party later tonight. Clark had stared at me for a few seconds of that time but maybe that’s because I’m Monty and Jasper's only friend around here.

“Everyone’s coming to the party tonight, right?” Clark asked. “Yeah!” We all replied. Bellamy nodded his head and then turned around to leave but Clark held him back. She pulled him in by his waist and pressed her lips on his. She looked to the side, making sure all of the girls saw how lucky she is.

We all clapped and yelled as I faked it. Octavia can probably tell, but she knows not to ask about how I feel. She knows how I feel about Bellamy already and Clark doing everything better than me, any chance she gets.

“Oh, I’m doing great!” I fake smiled as I held up my cup. “Doesn’t seem like it. You’re drinking,” Monty said. “You never drink,” Jasper said. “C'mon, guys. It’s just one cup,” I said. “Yeah and when you said that 2 years ago, you kept filling that one cup,” Jasper said.

“I know, I know, but I won’t this time guys. I promise,” I said, knowing I shouldn’t have but I did to get them to not worry about me. Why can’t other people care about me and not the same three people?

“We’ll keep checking up on you,” Monty said then walked away with Jasper as I turned back around and leaned onto the bar table. “Another one?” The bartender asked. “Yeah,” I said, making it onto my 4th cup. Usually, I can take it but Monty and Jasper have found stronger berries throughout the years.

“So are you gonna keep drinking or come and dance with your friends?” Someone asked as they stood beside me. “Monty and Jasper will be just fine. They have each other,” I said my last sentence low and a bit slurred.

“I wasn’t talkin’ about them,” I slightly jumped at the low and deep voice of Bellamy speaking next to me. “O-Oh! Oh, then who?” I asked, placing g my drink to the side that I already almost gulped all down.

“Me,” he said. I’ve never considered him a friend. He’s more like a dying crush I want so bad but can’t have. “Didn’t know we were friends,” I awkwardly laughed, still keeping my eyes off of him, knowing his eyes are on me.

“Of course we are. You’re my girlfriend's, best friend,” he said causing my heart to drop. A chuckle slipped from his mouth like he saw my reaction and knew why I reacted the way I did.

“Oh, well, that’s good to know. I think I should get to Monty-“ I tried saying as I grabbed my cup and turned to leave but he stood in my way. “Why? I’m here. Plus, I’m a bit bored and like to be with you,” he said. “W-Well, there are other people for that. Like your girlfriend,” I said

I stepped to the side and then walked off, heating him chuckle one last time. “C'mon, y/n! I just wanna talk,” he said but I didn’t want to. I can’t even be around him anymore without thinking about him and Clark. Clark and him. Him and Clark.

I quickly made it behind the party, to my tent to be away from everyone. Why do I even go? I never talk to anyone and all I do is watch Bellamy dance or kiss one other girl. I’m 22 and still have a little boy crush. What’s up with me?

I changed into my night clothes then flopped on my bed and began reading a book I’ve been dying to finish. As I was flipping through my chapters, I got startled by someone coming into my tent.

“Hey? Hey dude, this isn’t your tent. Hey. Hey!” I yelled at the man as he sipped up my tent then turned around. It’s Bellamy.

“What do you want? You made the rule, no going into other people's tent without permission, Bellamy,” I said, not wanting him to see me like this. I don’t want to see him right now anyways. Too much has been going on.

“When it comes to you, I do what I want. Come here,” he demand, slightly intimidating me so I got up and slowly walked over towards him. “Don’t be scared, just come here,” he said as he pulled me into him by my arm.

“How many cups did you have?” He asked, making me roll my eyes. He’s touching my face and wishing my eyes, basically checking me like a doctor or parent. “Doesn’t matter. You’re not my dad,” I said, still staying still.

I quickly realized I should have answered correctly or ignored his question. Bellamy grabbed my face harshly, causing me to whine in pain. I tried pushing him off but he yelled at me to stop.

“How many, y/n,” he asked, sounding too serious for me to lie or ignore him. “One cup but I uh, I refilled it several times,” I said, making Bellamy sigh loudly and let my face go as he stepped back. He looked stressed.

“It’s not that serious, Bell. Look, I’m back in my tent, safe and sound. So you can go back with your girlfriend and kiss or something,” I said as I walked back over to my bed and sat down.

“Y/n, it’s not about me and Clark right now! It’s about you drinking Monty and Jaspers drink, knowing it’s too strong for you. I’ve seen you black out. And being blacked out in a not-so-secure tent is the last thing you and I need,” he said.

“Why you? It’s my problem if anything happens to me. Not yours,” I said. “Yes, it is!” He yelled as he sped up right in front of me at my bed. “You can’t just skip around here in these skimpy fucking clothes, drink till you’re defenseless, and come back to your tent alone. That’s a free game for anyone, y/n! You need to think!” Bellamy yelled.

“I’m not defenseless,” I said, crossing my arms in front of him. “Don’t start this shit, y/n. You can train all you want but sometimes, it just won’t help you. That’s how life is,” he said.

“I’m not defenseless!” I yelled at him. I got up and pushed Bellamy but he barely moved an inch. “I-I don’t wear skimpy clothes either!” I pushed him again, hoping he’d move this time but he quickly grabbed my wrists and turned me around.

Bellamy pushed me into my bed, making me dizzy. “You don’t wear skimpy shit? Then what the fuck is this?” Bellamy asked and before I could ask what he was talking about, Bellamy ripped my silk shorts off of me.

“No fucking underwear in these loose-ass short shorts. Fucking slut,” Bellamy chuckled in his last sentence. “Bell! Get off of me! What the fuck!?” I yelled, confused on why he was doing this. His girlfriend is my best friend.

“You like me around? I see how wet you are,” Bellamy said as he quickly slipped two fingers into my cunt, causing me to moan at the unexpected feeling of his thick fingers.

“Bellamy, stop it! You can’t just- You’re my best friend’s boyfriend,” I said as tears built up in my eyes. Why am I enjoying this? “Oh, really? You guys are? Then why are you so fucking wet,” he growled in my ear.

“Huh!? Tell me. I wanna know how your best friend's boyfriend is making you soak my fingers,” he teased in my ear, knowing I’m crying from pleasure and guilt. He loves it.

“C'mon, y/n. I wanna know what’s making my princess so wet. I’m not complaining, of course, I just really wanna know. It’s so hot. You’re so hot,” he groaned in my ear as I leaked down my legs.

“You think you can take me, baby? I need to get you use to me before people know we’re fucking. Can’t have them thinking you’re being murdered while I’m in your pretty little cunt,” he said as he fondled his belt and jeans.

“Wait, no- No, we can’t have sex. No one can know about this,” I said, trying to get up but he pushed my back down with the hand that was in me. “P-Please,” I cried, knowing I want this. I want him. I need him. I’ve needed him for too long.

“Thought you said you weren’t defenseless. Look at you now. Sobbing for my cock,” Bellamy teased. I went to try and get up again but quickly buried my face into my sheets as Bellamy pushed his cock all the way into me.

“Fuuuck!” I screamed into my sheets. “Oh yeah. This is what I needed,” Bellamy groaned as he began to thrust into me at a fast and hard paste. “Never knew your ass was this fat, baby. I have to see more of this. It’s already pulling me close to the edge,” Bellamy gave my ass a slap, causing me to let out a yelp.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my waist tightly to pull me into him like a sex doll. “Bell, B-Bellamy,” I moaned as my legs started shaking. “You’re so sensitive. Already going to have your second,” I could hear his cocky smirk.

“I knew you were slutty. By the way, you walk around in your tight fucking clothes. Fuck, I’m gonna milk you every day,” Bellamy gave my ass another slap, only sending another orgasm rushing over me.

“You’re mine, do you understand me. You fucking tell me. Tell me you’re mine while I cum in you, baby,” Bellamy breathed heavily in my ear. “Bell,” I moaned, feeling horrible but not at the same time. I wanted him first and Clark knew that.

“Tell me!” He growled in my ear as he gripped my neck and tugged my hair so that my head lifted back. “I-I can’t,” I cried as I grinded my ass up against him, riding out the pathetic orgasm that I so desperately needed as soon as he pushed his cock into me.

“Don’t say it in a few seconds, and I’ll cum in your face and make you go to the party,” he said, trying to keep his orgasm back. “Or better yet, I’ll stop right now, pull you to the party and make you get on your knees and finish on your face in front of everyone. Including Clark,” he mocked her name. He doesn’t care.

“Fuck, Bellamy! I’m yours! Fuck, I’m yours!” I moaned out loud as my body shook again. “Fuck, baby. Say it again. Tell me how much you want me to cum in your pretty tight pussy,” Bellamy groaned as he rubbed all over my body, still trying to fuck me with a good rhythm.

“Please cum in me, Bell. I need you,” I whined. “Only if we go to Clark tomorrow and show her how full I get you after morning sex. I know that bitch move she pulled and I played along. Just to get to you, baby. Just to get right here with me buried deep in your soaked pussy,” Bellamy whispered in my ear, causing me to cum all over his legs and mine again.

“O-Okay,” I whined, so dick-drunk that I barely noticed he admitted to getting with Clark just to get with me. “Mhm, fuuuck!” Bellamy groaned in my ear as he slowly thrusted into me as he filled me up until his cum leaked out of me.

“So fucking good, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my ear as my eyes blurred out a bit from the amazing sex session and the alcohol still in my system.

“I’m sleeping here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll move all of your things to my tent. We can honestly combine our tents so we’ll have a bigger space,” Bellamy started speaking after he pulled out of me and pulled me into him as he laid back on my bed.

“Okay,” I smiled down at him. “Are you gonna continue being friends with Clark?” Bellamy asked, sounding worried. “No, especially not after this,” I giggled. “Good, because she’s been talking down on you for years and I couldn’t stand it. Only made me grow more love for you, actually,” Bellamy admitted.

“I’ve liked you for too long,” I laughed, embarrassed at how long it’s been. “Trust me, it’s cute and very noticeable,” he said. “What!?” I asked, making me laugh. “Hell yeah. You’re not slick at all,” he said, and I buried my face in his chest. At least he likes me back.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Clark Kent nsfw alphabet

I just thought this was a really nice gif.

Featuring some of my kryptonian headcanons. This is the kinda thing where I make myself flustered when I write it for some reason, hope you guys enjoy.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Clark is super cuddly and attentive after sex. He loves kissing and cuddling and will even give you a massage afterwards. If you’ve actually gotten him tired he too would love a rubdown.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Clarks favorite part of himself is his chest, his thighs, or his arms. On his partner its their legs or their hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Being a kryptonian means Clark cums a lot, and can do it multiple times. He doesn’t know how many times he needs to get off to not have any more cum in him. He loves to both cum in you and on you, and he loves when you do the same on him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Clark has had many fantasies of using kryptonite during sex. He also has an almost animalistic need to breed you or be bred, or to mark or be marked by you. He definitely has thought of having sex whilst flying before.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Clark doesn’t have an insane amount of experience, but he has some, though more experimental things would be new for him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Clark likes any where he can wrap his arms around you or you can hold each other in general.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Clark isn’t the goofiest during, tho he might make a few jokes or chuckle every now and then.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kryptonians in general don’t have a lot of body hair, so he only really has a nice happy trail and pubes and some chest hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Clark is a very intimate person, even just in general. He loves kissing and hugging and being romantic. He would fly to the other side of the earth if it was only possible to get your favorite flowers there. He says he loves you multiple times a day.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Clark jerks off a lot more than you would expect. Because of his kryptonian biology his sex drive is extremely high, so its not unusual for him to jerk off every day. At times he gets so wound up he will just jerk himself off through his suit whilst doing patrols.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding

Marking

Cum and anything involving it in general

Overstimulation and milking

Musk/sweat

Body and muscle worship

Oral fixation

Kryptonite usage (this is a secret though)

Spit and drool

Ripping clothes and alike.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Clark to most people’s surprise can do it in a lot of places, even pretty public areas. Though he likes to keep it at least semiprivate. With a partner he keeps it mostly at home or bathrooms and alike. But he can jerk off almost anywhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Its extremely easy to turn Clark on when you get together. Just rub his thighs or stomach, kissing and bite at his neck, or just give him a heated look. Because of his sense of smell, he can even smell when you are turned on which will get him going almost immediately.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Clark won’t do most kinks that will harm you too much. He isn’t the biggest fan of sharing, though if its someone he really trusts he might go along with it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Clark loves both giving and receiving. He has no gag reflex, and because he’s kryptonian he has a slightly longer tongue and some different muscles in his throat that makes it feel even better. He always swallows and he looks euphoric when he does.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends. With you he would be slower and more careful because of his strength. But when he’s jerking off, he can be pretty fast and rough with himself.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Clark is all for quickies honestly. Because of his insane sex drive, you just have to give him the look and pull him around a corner and he´ll drop to his knees and suck you off. He also jerks off regularly, whether its with you or on his own.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Clark is open to try new things, though there might be some kinks that he will research, or some areas he won’t do it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Clark will most likely have a lot more stamina than you, no matter how many rounds you go. You are more likely to pass out from exhaustion and he won’t even be a little tired. It’s not unusual for him to jerk off a couple of times after you fall asleep.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Clark owns more toys than people assume, most of which are to help him jerk off. He has some vibrators and dildos too though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Clark wouldn’t tease a whole lot, but he might do it every now and then when he’s feeling frisky. It would be more of you teasing him though, being sure to use his extremely high senses against him. Like smell, taste, or his hearing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Clark isn’t very loud in general, but it’s not impossible to make him be louder. He does keep quiet though when he’s anywhere but at home.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kryptonians purr and growl, but its at a low enough frequency that mostly only other kryptonians can hear. Kryptonians also use scent a lot without realizing, whether it be rubbing their scent on people they care about or using it to mark their area. Kryptonians reach sexual maturity after their 30s, and typically only after they’ve met someone that they are compatible with.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Clark is huge, like jaw droppingly big. Both in length and thickness. This stems from him being a kryptonian, as most kryptonians have larger bits than humans. Veiny though not too much and uncut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Clark has an extremely high sex drive, like only other kryptonians could keep up at this point. This is why he jerks off every day or even multiple times a day. He doesn’t have to get off every day, but he can get pretty uncomfortable if he doesn’t.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I stated earlier he has a lot more stamina than you if you aren’t another kryptonian or some kind of superhuman. He will spend time cuddling and kissing you until you fall asleep, and he could just go about his day or stay with you, or jerk off by himself until he gets somewhat tired.

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