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heian-era-housewife · 6 months ago

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This fic is part of the Monster Mash collaborative event hosted by @nanamiscocksleeve ♡

Synopsis | Things get a little monstrous when you end up swapping bodies with the very curse you were sent to destroy.

Content | mdni 18+, f!reader x CurseMonster!Sukuna, slight dubcon, body swap, sex (piv), oral (f receiving), dp, biting, mention of blood, swearing, sukuna is ooc, you *literally* fuck yourself, it gets weird.

Word Count | 2.7 k

A/N | Idea credit to the ever-creative @noodle-is-unstable . Click HERE to see the SMAU that inspired this story and be sure to check out Noodle's other works!

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying!" The monster's voice rang out into the night.

Your lungs burned with each ragged breath as you drew in the cool evening air. You'd been sparring for what felt like hours. Aloft on a Tokyo highrise rooftop, you and the beast you'd been hunting for weeks had finally come to clash.

A wayward smile curled your lips. "Don't you worry, Sukuna. I'm just getting started."

"It seems he's looking for a vessel." Yaga had informed you when the monster curse first appeared.

"A vessel?"

"Someone he can posses. Someone with strength and powers to match, to maximize his abilities. That's why we're sending you." He counceled.

"Why me?" You asked, thinking of at least a dozen more qualified sorcerers. You weren't even special grade.

"Because you are the only one Ryomen Sukuna can't control."

It's true, your ability was unique. Rather than a cursed technique, you had what could only be described as "curse resistance". While you weren't the strongest fighter, cursed energy rolled off your back like droplets of water. And while not entirely immune, you could take a hit like no other. In the odd case of bodily posession, you were a stone fortress.

In the weeks since your dispatch, you'd spent your time tracking the four-armed monster. Learning his methods, his motives, the sound of his voice- and he was well aware. He left you red herrings, had you chasing down bootless errands, and generally toyed with you like his own personal plaything. But your game of cat-and-mouse was coming to a head and there was just one thing neither of you had counted on.

Fatal attraction.

Impervious to his flame, you walked toward him through the raging inferno like something out of an action thriller. The warmth of his curse lapping at your skin as you sauntered through. The air between you thick with heat and excitement.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed." A rare acknowledgement from the monster of all curses.

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased. "Almost a pity I have to kill you." A dreadful smile curled his lips as you dodged another glancing blow. He was fast and clever, spurred on by your fighting spirit and already privy to your curse resistance, or so you believed. Somehow, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and with every volley of witty banter you were finding yourself feeling the same.

"Such an odd technique you have." He called over the roar of flame and the whiff of mislaid punches. While he realised early on the only real way to take you out would be with his own bare hands, the flames acted as a blind for his pursuit of an ambush, the close proximity of the rooftop forcing you both into a violent waltz. "There's just one thing I haven't been able to work out." He continued.

"What's that?" You panted.

"How is it you're generating these feelings of arousal?"

You stopped, stunned. Did he say "arousal?"

In your moment of distraction, he managed to land a kick, swiping your legs from beneath you and sending you tumbling to the ground. Your back hit the roof with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. And there was the face of the monster, mere inches from yours. His intricate markings stretching handsomely over his wry smile. His sharp teeth bared in a predatory sneer. Two of his hands had you pinned at the wrists, stretched back above your head. The other two bore down on your hips as he knelt above you, caging you in. You froze, certain your luck had run out. All four eyes peered down at you, the smallest glimmer of sadness in his crimson gaze, perhaps at the thought of his fun being over. But in his furrowed brow still lingered a questioning look.

"Speak." He said simply.

Surely he hadn't been serious?

"Answer me, brat!" He urged, warm breath fanning your face.

"I don't 'generate' arousal." You almost laughed. Such a ridiculous situation you were in, pinned beneath the monster you'd been sent to kill, the one you'd started falling for, as he unwittingly confessed his mutual attraction.

Slowly, he lowered his body onto yours, careful not to crush you under his towering weight. Bringing his lips to your ear, he purred his next question.

"Then how do you explain this?"

With a roll of his hips you felt it, the warmth of not one but two massive bulges pressing hungrily between your thighs. Even clothed you could feel them twitch upon contact. Your eyes widened.

"S-Sukuna!" You gasped.

"Surely it's you who's doing this." His graveled voice just barely above a whisper. "No mortal being has ever made me feel such a way." His words sent heat rushing straight to your core, and creeping wantonly up your neck. When you spoke, your voice was thick with need.

"Sukuna, I don't have a cursed technique... I have curse resis-"

"Shhh." He hushed, breathing deeply against your neck. "You will make a most worthy vessel."

"Sukuna!" You urged, squirming slightly under his hold. "Listen, would you let that go? Besides, I'm resistant to curse-"

"All I need is a bit of your blood." He cooed as if to a lover. Your head was spinning. So desperate for his touch, and yet you needed stop him. Who knew if your resistance would hold up to his sheer force of will. It was taking all that you had just to try and think clearly. But the two of you were growing ever more desperate. Your hips bucking up in sheer agony against the firmness of his cocks, still pressing into you.

He rutted against you, half whimpering half growling as he dragged his teeth deep against your pulse. The heat, the longing for his sex, and whatever energy he was using all began to overwhelm you. Darkness flooded the corners of your vision as droplets of warm blood beaded on your neck where his sharp canines were carving their mark. A distant voice yelled out in a sultry mix of pleasure and pain. Your voice.

The weight of his cocks and his name in your throat were the last things you felt before going under.

When you awoke moments later it was to the taste of metal on your tongue, the smell of something provocatively sweet, and an ache like you'd never felt between your legs. Your eyes rolled in their sockets as you forced them back open, your vision was doubled, unfocused. But as you went to rub your eyes, you nearly fell over, shocked to discover that you now had four. Staring down at your trembling hands you realized those, too, had doubled.

"What is this?" Came a voice that was hauntingly familiar. Glancing down, you looked upon the woman pinned beneath you, blood running cold as your were met with your own steely gaze. "What the hell is this?!" She spat, writhing under your hulking form.

"S-Sukuna?" You ventured, your words deep and graveled. Your own cold eyes glaring up at you, and a scent so alluring you thought you may just lose yourself.

"Brat?" There was a moment of pause. A deep seated silence while reality settled in.

"Well..." You said in a voice far different from your own.

"Fuck." Sukuna finished.

"I told you it wasn't going to work!" You moaned, following the curse as he paced along the rooftop. Your stride now twice that of his, you had to be careful not to trip over your own feet.

"I wasn't listening, I was too distracted by that technique of yours!"

"It's not a technique!" You snapped. "You're attracted to me! I can't help it if I turn you on! And, by the way, the feeling is mutual. Annoyingly so!" You said, gesturing to the obvious and very painful predicament between your legs. "How do you even walk like this?"

"Carefully." Said Sukuna with a smirk.

"Be serious!"

"As I told you I've never dealt with anything like this before. I've never experienced anything so trivial as 'attraction'." He turned to look at you. "And for what it's worth, your situation isn't much better." He leered, reaching a hand down to the growing stain between his thighs.

There was that smell again. Your own pheromones were betraying you. Even the great mouth on your stomach had started to pant in shameless desire. Flecks of drool dripped down your front.

What a mess this had become. If the other sorcerers could see you now, they'd have your head for sure. Your mission had gone belly-up, you'd almost become a vessel for the monster you'd been entrusted to extinguish, and here you were drooling and pining over the very creature you were meant to kill while trapped inside his body. At least, in some small, strange way, you weren't entirely alone.

When you looked up from your stomach's lolling tongue, you saw Sukuna, almost feeble-looking in your comparatively small frame, sitting quietly on the darkened rooftop. Human, monster. Suddenly the difference didn't seem so vast...

"Look," you began,"I'm going out on a limb here, but if I had to guess I'd imagine this will wear off after a little while. On the rare occasion I have been affected by cursed energy, it always wears off within a few hours."

"And what do you propose we do until then? You don't expect us to just sit here?"

No, you didn't. Not that either of you had much choice in the matter. You weren't about to fight your own body, nor were you inclined to return to the streets as a four-armed beast with a bounty on your head. Bringing a hand to your neck you called back the feeling of Sukuna's lips against your skin, his sultry voice within your ear.

You couldn't believe what you were about to say.

"Th-there is one thing...we could do."

The air was cold against your skin, but Sukuna was colder, trembling, naked, on the rooftop after you'd helped him remove your clothes. Yours had been easy. A pair of loose-fitting pants was all that kept your dual lengths from springing back against your stomach. The great mouth sputtered.

"Woah..." You marveled- a moment of genuine fascination amidst the bizarre scene. Each shaft was long and heavily veined, one laying atop the other in equal length and proportion. They bounced under their own impressive weight, and each bore a handsome black ring toward its base.

"You done staring?" He asked, arms wrapped around himself as he shivered where he stood.

"Sorry." You chirped. Before he could protest, you scooped him effortlessly in your arms, laying him down atop the pile of discarded clothes, shielding him under your warmth. Slowly, just as he had done before, you lowered your hips, rutting them against his own, the lower of your two cocks gliding over the slick between his thighs.

In one large hand, you gathered his wrists, holding them once again above his head. In the others, you worshipped his body- your body - in exactly the way you knew how. Two large thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, while a thick and calloused finger found your clit with pinpoint precision pulling gasps and moans from a quickly fraying Sukuna. In spite of his efforts, each little sound sent a rush of heat straight to the pit of your stomach, and that gave you an idea.

You laughed something a bit maniacle before spreading his legs and lowering yourself just enough to lay your head down on his breasts.

It was hard to control, the strange anatomy seemed to have somewhat of a mind of its own. You grunted in concentration.

"What the hell are you doing, brat?" Sukuna craned his neck to look at you. You were focused- determined. And then...

"Ohh fuuuuck!" Sukuna said for the second time that night, only this time it was downright sinful. His moans were sweet music to your ears, your cocks twitching in tandem against Sukuna's silky thigh.

With a great deal of effort, you commanded the mouth on your stomach, using its tongue to lap at those sopping folds. Once it had a taste, the rest came naturally. The great maw working itself eagerly between Sukuna's thighs, nipping and sucking as if that were its very purpose. You nuzzled into those pillowy breasts, strong hands pawing at them with surprising tenderness. Sukuna was all but gone, twisting and writhing against the steady rythm of the massive tongue, now fucking up into him as it dipped in and out of his entrance, the taste so sweet your cocks were weeping at the sensation.

Before you knew it, you were flipping him onto his knees, two hands digging bruises into his hips, the others holding him tight against your chest. In truth, you weren't certain your body could handle a cock this size, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. Leaning into his ear, you offered him a hand, your words sending a ripple of chills over his skin. "You just bite down if you need to." You said in a lustful growl before sliding your thick fingers past his lips and over his tongue.

With a careful thrust, you slid your upper cock into his squelching cunt, white stars behind your eyes as you experienced, for the first time, the delicious grip of those velvety walls. You were hooked in an instant.

Desperate cries for "more! More! MORE!" spilled out around your fingers as Sukuna arched his back, keening with every thrust. He rutted back into your frenzied sex like a dog in heat, drooling cunt raining tears of pleasure on the rooftop below. He was milking you so well you nearly missed his desperate plea.

"B-both." He choked around your fingers.

"What?" You asked breathlessly, removing your hand from his mouth.

"BOTH!" He demanded, voice cracking in his need.

Obediently, you reeled your hips back, aligning yourself with each hole, but before you could plunge yourself deeply back inside, Sukuna reached a hand back, adjusting your cocks so they were both lined up with the same hole. Your chest grew tighter.

"Y-you sure?"

A stoic nod was his only reply, knuckles tightening over clenched fists before rutting back into you.

You were in heaven. Ragged groans being ripped from your chest as you railed your hips into your own throbbing pussy. Both cocks pressed together in painful ecstacy as you chased your unholy high. Fat tears rolled down Sukuna's cheeks and you did your best to wipe them away to the tune of his pleasured cries. Your own lashes were wet with sweat that poured from your wild pink hair.

Everything about this was wrong, and yet nothing had ever felt so right.

With a strangled cry, Sukuna's walls closed in on you in the same, unrelenting nature with which he fought- powerful and overwhelming. With the same biting rapture that pulled air from your lungs and stars from your eyes. Forget being a vessel. He came with such conviction you would've given him your soul, had he asked.

"Fuck!" He cried out, and with that you were a goner. His voice sending you spilling your cum in velvety ropes. Both cocks pulsing their load in violent waves that wrought your body and rattled your brain. Your vision swam as you pumped your body full of Sukuna's thick seed. And as you bit into the flesh of the tender nape before you, the world became an inky shade of black.

"Brat."

You blinked your eyes against the darkness.

"Hey! Brat!"

The monster's voice floated to you from the depths of your hazy mind. Slowly you turned to him. His naked form towering over you on shakey hands and knees, his panting breath fanning you in its musky warmth. Chest still heaving in the wake of his orgasm.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed."

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased once again. "Almost a pity I have to kill you."

"All this, and you still wish to kill me?" He gave you a dubious look.

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying." Your voice rang out into the night.

A wayward smile curled his lips. "Don't you worry, brat. I'm just getting started."

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nightcxty · 1 year ago

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i live in comfort knowing johnny silverhand would absolutely hate my music and would send me hate tweets begging me to give it up

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publickoccurencess · 2 years ago

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If the Mitski/Ethel Cain collab rumors are true I’m going to fall to my knees and die

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hesperisms · 6 months ago

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winterchimez · 1 year ago

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The Spy Who Loved Me | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you had a clear mission: find out what happened to the missing submarines and get your hands on the microfilm being sold illegally on the market. it was a fairly straightforward task, and you were certain that you would be able to complete it in no time—that is until you crossed paths with the infamous Agent 007 himself.

PAIRING: 007!Sangyeon x agent f!reader

GENRE: james bond / 007 au, spy, crime, angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, its a james bond / 007 au so...expect it to be action-packed, mentions of blood, murder, mentions of gadgets and weaponry (guns, missiles, snipers), petnames (honey, sweetheart, princess), violence, Sangyeon is so goddamn flirty here i had a hard time writing this folks (expect loads of teasing and flirting from him 😃), kissing, making out

WORD COUNT: 9,276

A/N: here is my submission for the 007 files collab!! i've chosen the film the spy who loved me & obviously sangyeon (which later on i realised that i should not have wrote this film for him bcs i was going through a crisis...yall would know why as you read this 🫠) i tried my best...wished i could've executed it better but its done and dusted!! shoutout to @momhwa-agenda for always, ALWAYS, beta reading my works for me & that she's always there for me throughout the entire process 🥹🫶🏻💗

You weren’t too sure how you even managed to get yourself into the mess you were in.

Your mission was as clear as day: find out what happened to the missing submarines that had been stolen from the British and Russian army and to get your hands on the microfilm which contained illicit submarine tracking systems that were being offered for sale on the black market.

It all started out fairly smoothly—leave Russia at 5 in the morning to catch the earliest flight possible to Cairo and meet up with a man named Max Kalba, who apparently has his hands on the microfilm itself. By evening, you had safely arrived at the club after tracking his movements while scouring the bar. Sure enough, you eventually find him sitting at the corner of one of the rooms, enjoying the performance that unfolded right before his eyes.

After a few attempts to talk your way out with the club workers, you finally made your way towards the infamous man himself. You sat beside him and tried your best to coax him into handing over the microfilm.

That was until you heard a thud coming right next to you. The individual took a seat down with his glass of whiskey in hand, spinning his alcoholic beverage. At the same time, he attempted to cut right into the conversation you were having with Mr Kalba.

“Why, good evening, Mr Kalba. I’ve been eager to reach out to you-” he paused momentarily before moving his free hand to pick yours that was laid on the hems of your dress, leaving a gentle kiss on your hand. “It’s also my pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady like you,” he winked.

The male was dressed in a full tuxedo, the suit tugging on his skin a little tight, which obviously shows that he has been hitting off the gym for quite some time. His brunette hair was parted to the sides, his shiny forehead out and shining brightly. He also paired his look with a pair of glasses, and you could’ve sworn that he probably wore a little lip tint, given the fact that his lips were a little too bright red than the usual men you have come across.

You were used to men swooning over you or using all sorts of methods to impress you because, respectfully, you weren’t labelled as one of the wisest yet most beautiful KGB agents in history. It was also part of your tactic to get them to fall for you first before you eventually turned the tables and used them to your advantage.

However, something in this person’s eyes seemed a lot different than the men you have encountered in the past. Something tells you that this man isn’t someone to be taken lightly off, as he looks back up to you with this malicious intent.

It was as if he was trying to tell you to challenge him.

What was he then? Was he after the microfilm just like you were?

After a few minutes of the male trying his best to break the ice between Mr Kalba, this whole facade that he has been working hard on finally comes to a halt as he leans over, intertwining his fingers, and stares intently at you.

“I would like to purchase the microfilm.”

As far as you knew, only the KGB agents were aware of the missing submarines and the microfilm being sold on the black market. You were certain that the general had made it clear to you that none of the other agencies or associations were aware of this matter, and it was strictly up to the KGB agents to deal with the case privately.

So who was he? Why did he know about your supposed mission?

The adrenaline came rushing all over you, and you needed to do something and act fast before the microfilm fell into the wrong hands.

“I would like to bid for a higher price, Mr Kalba,” you announced, leaning in close to the infamous man to give him a little whiff of your perfume, hoping he would fall for you. Sure enough, the man couldn’t resist the scent or your outfit before responding to the other male waiting patiently at the side.

“I’m sorry, gentleman. You heard the woman, and clearly, you’re at a disadvantage right here, don’t you think?”

“Well then, I suppose I just have to bid higher than the stunning woman herself, no?” he said confidently.

Mr Kalba was certainly intrigued and was ready to hear the male’s proposal before he got interrupted by one of his servants, ushering him out to another room to pick up an urgent call. Once he was out of the room, the male suddenly moved closer towards you, to the point that his shoulders were touching yours, leaving little to no space between you both.

“Who are you exactly?” you bluntly spat out, not giving him the opportunity to start the conversation, at least like normal strangers would.

“Aww sweetheart, that’s some very bold language you’ve got there coming straight out of your mouth. You don’t trust me at all, huh?” He leaned in closer till you felt his hot breath on your bare skin.

“You’re a spy; which agency are you working for?”

“That’s too blunt.”

“I’ve got no time to waste,” you replied.

Before the male could even give you a proper response, something made him turn his head immediately towards the other room. He stared at the locked door for a good couple of seconds. He immediately examined the room, not caring about your presence, causing you to trail him from behind.

Once he did manage to pick the lock, the both of you were met by the lifeless body of Mr Kalba, lying in a pool of his blood. The male immediately bent down to examine the body up close, shaking his head when he did not feel a pulse on his wrist. Before he was ready to leave the body, he noticed the marks that were left on the side of his neck, causing his eyes to widen at the sight of it before he began marching down the hallway.

You wouldn’t get your potential witness or suspect off that easily, so you decided to jump onto the vehicle he had stolen from outside the party—a food truck.

As you easily opened the passenger door and slipped right into the vehicle, the male glanced at you before diverting his attention back to the road and driving off into the darkness.

It seemed as if the male could tell that you had so many questions to dump on him, but he beat you to it before you could even open your mouth.

“Major Y/N is working for the KGB. An agent who has never failed a single mission and is always on the hunt for the most notorious criminals across the globe. A seductress, seducing men has always been your primary method to manipulate people and get them to cooperate with you-”

“Okay, you made your point,” you cut him off. “Now, tell me what made you decide that driving into the darkness in the desert is the most plausible reason, given the situation that we’re in now.”

“Honey, you’re a high-ranking agent from the KGB; I’m sure you have noticed the bite marks on the late Mr Kalba’s neck,” he replied nonchalantly.

Bite marks? You were confused. You definitely saw that the source of the blood was oozing out from his neck, but you never did witness bite marks upon the wound with your naked eyes. Could it be that you missed a crucial detail? And how was the man able to catch onto something you couldn’t?

Your stunned behaviour and look gave the male more than enough reason to believe that you couldn’t examine the body up close, so he did you a favour by telling you all about his thoughts and predictions.

“Those bite marks belong to a notorious criminal that you and I have been trying so hard to catch over the past few months, and I’m sure that will certainly ring a bell now.”

Sure enough, it did, and there was only one person you knew of who also committed crimes with the same modus operandi.

“Jaws.”

“That’s right, honey. Let’s go meet our man of the night, shall we?”

After hours of driving through the desert, both of you arrived at a seemingly deserted site filled with tons of broken-down monuments and statues.

There was absolutely no reason for anyone to come here at all, so you knew from the back of your mind that this would be the perfect hunting ground for Jaws as there was also barely any signal out here, making it nearly impossible to contact the headquarters if something tragic were to happen.

As the two of you stepped out of the vehicle, the male immediately took one of his free arms to keep you in place behind him. His other hand was busy reloading a Walther PPK 7.65mm to ensure that he was armed and ready should Jaws ever strike back. You decided it was best to follow in his footsteps while trying to be his other pair of eyes to scour the place.

The place felt eerily silent, almost way too silent. It was an abandoned site, and no one would be in the right mindset to come to a place like this. But the fact that both of you were on the hunt for a wanted criminal paints the situation differently.

Just when the both of you have reached the other end of the site, your sixth sense immediately tells you that something is going to happen within the next few seconds, and that is when you look up to see a brick falling right on top of the both of you. You immediately push both of you out of the way with your quick reflexes before a looming shadow falls upon the male himself.

It was Jaws.

The criminal was already armed with a broken wooden board in hand and began swinging violently at the male to hurt him. The unnamed spy was trying his best to dodge by landing a few punches onto the criminal, which was clearly deemed ineffective, given that Jaws was known for their brute strength and solid defence. Unlucky for the male, he actually took out quite a few hits from the wooden board—you were surprised that he was still standing strong despite having a few cut marks on his bare skin.

You quickly backed away and hid in a corner, trying to take out your revolver where you hid on the holster that was wrapped around your thigh and reloading it with bullets. You have encountered the criminal a couple of times in the past; you knew that normal bullets would do little to no damage to that man; his body was as solid as steel.

Instead, you looked around to see if there was something you could aim at to ensure that the criminal could be stopped momentarily while trying to save the agent who was fighting for his life. A minute passed when you finally landed your eyes upon a rope close to breaking off several metres high from the brawl between Jaws and the agent. There are a few stacks of abandoned materials that would knock them out for a while if they were to fall upon someone.

Quickly running in closer without being detected, you aimed your gun at the rope before mentally counting down for a few seconds before firing the shot. The shot was loud enough to make both males divert their attention towards you, and thankfully, the agent was able to catch on with your doing before he quickly ran towards you and grabbed your wrist to take you away from the site as the wooden boards and abandoned materials came crumbling down directly onto Jaws.

Rushing right back to the vehicle, you offered to drive as you deemed the male himself to be unfit for the driver’s seat (given the injuries he had sustained). As you peered through the rearview mirror, you could tell that Jaws was slowly making his way out from the crumble and would start charging towards you. Not wanting to allow him to do so, you stepped onto the accelerator and quickly sped away from there, not caring if you were going beyond the given limit.

After minutes of driving at full speed, you finally slowed down when you decided you had lost him far enough. Now, you can drive at your own pace while taking in everything that has happened throughout the night until that voice cuts you off from your train of thought.

“Geez, can you female agents not drive at an average speed? Where’s your sympathy for us sitting on the passenger seat?” He sulked.

“I think you owe me a “thank you” instead for what I did back there,” you replied bluntly.

The male could only respond with a smile before he took his hands off the handle and leaned back into his seat. “Actually, I think you might want to thank me instead.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he pulled out a little black USB containing the sole mission you were tasked with for the night.

The microfilm.

But now, it was in the wrong hands, and you needed to negotiate with the agent to find out how he knew precisely about this and who he was working for.

Composing yourself, you took a deep breath before politely asking the male, “What do I have to do to get my hands on the microfilm?”

“Huh, look at you, ready to pounce on me already? Did they not tell you to behave as an agent-”

“Cut off the wild thoughts. I’m only here from the microfilm, and that’s it.”

That was when the male began twirling the USB device on his fingers, giving you a little Yes-I’m-currently-thinking look, trying to rationalise with himself on what to do with you. “How about a glass of red wine while we gaze at the sunrise next morning?”

“What are you, a romanticist?” You growled back, feeling a little annoyed with the answer that he gave.

“Of course, darling. It’s one of the many reasons I always succeed at my job.”

“Clearly, those young ladies need to check their eyesight at the doctors.”

“Now, now…” he pouts before almost laying his hands to rest on your thigh but retracting when he saw that you were giving him the death stare as if you were about to ditch him out here right in the middle of nowhere if he ever had the guts to do so. “Hmph, you’re no fun.”

“What exactly do you want, Mr Agent.”

As you said those words, his flirtatious image began dying down, and he looked at you as if he were being drop-dead serious. You intrigued him, and he was now resting and leaning his arm on the winded-down car windows while he stared right into your soul.

“You’re not bad, Major Y/N. You definitely live up to all the expectations people label you as.”

So, he knew about your identity.

Instantly, you stepped on the break vigorously before pointing your loaded gun right into his face, forcing him to spit out whatever else he was hiding before anything else.

“Time is up. I’ve been patient enough to deal with your nonsense, but I’m done playing pretend. So you better tell me who exactly you are before I pull this damn trigger,” you threatened.

As he looked up and down from the gun to your face, he gently placed two of his fingers right on top of your gun before pushing it down gently so that he could lean in closer so that he was merely inches away from you now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Major Y/N. The name is Agent 007, better known as Bond. James Bond. You will be coming with me instead, my princess.”

You couldn’t believe it when the general informed you that the Soviet agency would collaborate with British Intelligence. Right after that confrontation in the desert, Agent 007 took over the wheel and drove you both to a secluded area near an oasis, where he informed you that both generals from your respective agencies were already expecting your arrival.

As soon as you both met your superiors, Agent 007 wasted no time briefing the team about what he had found on the microfilm itself (apparently, he could examine it while you were speeding off from Jaws). Unfortunately, the crucial evidence from the film has been removed, and there isn’t much to go on with it.

That was until the infamous agent discovered a faded-off crest at the far end of the film. With Q’s help (the quartermaster of the M16), they could track down the source, which belonged to the famous scientist Karl Stromberg. However, his lab was located in Sardinia, which required a train and a boat ride to reach the island.

Luckily for you, you were pretty familiar with the place itself since you have spent much of your time there hunting down wanted criminals for the past decade, so you practically knew your way around the entire island.

However, it was also unlucky for you that both agencies decided that two brilliant minds like you two would prove to be worthy and crucial for the mission to succeed, causing them to make a pact, and they agreed that both agents would work together to fulfill the mission.

So here you are now, sitting in Agent 007’s car as he drives the both of you up to the highest mansion in Sardinia, making your way towards Mr Stromberg’s lab while posing as Agent 007’s wife.

Yes. Wife.

That idea irked you so much at the beginning, knowing that both of your first encounters with one another weren’t the best, and you certainly did not return the favour of him trying his best to woo and flirt with you. But you knew that taking on multiple identities was part of your job, and so was keeping your personal feelings and emotions out of the way while you were on duty.

With that, you decided to casually guide Agent 007 around the city, securely infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab, obtain the necessary information, and quickly leave the islands to return to headquarters.

It shouldn’t be that hard.

Right?

“Say, princess, tell me a little more about yourself.” Agent 007 broke the silence between you two, desperately trying his best to break down the solid wall of ice between you both since that first encounter in Cairo.

Yet, you had no interest in returning the favour and tried your best to turn him down. “I would suggest you drive safely instead. The rocky roads up to Mr Stromberg’s lab are pretty nasty if you’re not careful.”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about me. I’ve driven pretty much every single vehicle or transport out there. I could take you up in my very own helicopter for a little ride after this whole mission is complete.”

“Don’t bother. I will cut ties with you after we secure the microfilm.”

“Shame. I thought we were getting closer now that we’re partners.”

As soon as you heard the word “partners,” you couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of anger rise upon you. You began raising your voice to respond to the male while swiftly turning your entire body towards his direction as well.

“You’re insane for thinking that we could ever be partners. Clearly, you don’t prove yourself to be worthy as Agent Seryozha-”

That was when you instantly slapped a hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to calm yourself down as you readjusted your sitting position. You have no idea why on earth this man irks you so much, to the point that you’ve messed up and even brought your lover—well, ex-lover—into the picture.

Agent Seryozha unfortunately passed when he was on a mission in Austria, and a week later, the missing submarines happened, and you were sent off to Cairo. Hence, you barely had time to grieve over your actual partner in crime before you had to convince yourself and everyone else that you’re nowhere near as affected by the sudden news.

But your now bright red face proved otherwise, and Agent 007 was able to catch on pretty quickly to what happened, and he immediately handed you a napkin from his side pocket while his other hand was still on the wheel.

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“Take it, honey. Wipe off the teardrop dripping down your face. It doesn’t look good on you.”

That was when you realised you were crying, and you quickly snatched the napkin away from his hands before drying your eyes. Things went quiet for a while, but he decided that you probably needed some comfort after all that had happened over the past several weeks.

Without saying a word, he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them tight while giving you a little squeeze to let you know that everything would be alright and you were more than welcome to let out those tears if need be. At this point, you desperately needed this for so long, someone who wouldn’t judge you, and that time could slow down for a little bit. With that, you shut your eyes tightly while letting the remaining tears fall straight down onto your hand as well as his, all while you tightened the grip of your hands with his, too.

After a good minute or two, when you finally could calm down, you mustered up all of the courage left within you to give him a simple answer: “T-Thank you…”

“Call me Sangyeon instead; we’ve now made a pact that we’re partners in crime on our new mission together.”

Thankfully, both of you could easily infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab without being detected. Once you got out of the car, you immediately showcased your professionalism by taking on the role of Sangyeon’s wife and linking your arms around his. He introduced himself as Lee Sangyeon, a scientist who was also into marine biology like Mr Stromberg. He was eager to share his recent discoveries with the infamous man himself.

Mr Stromberg strictly requested that only a few people enter his lab one at a time, so you had no choice but to stay in the common area with his assistant while your “husband” went off to attend some business.

Before he left, he quickly turned his attention to you and pecked you on the cheeks, which caused them to heat up fairly quickly. Then he smiled and gave you a little wink.

“I’ll be back real soon, honey.”

As Sangyeon and Mr Stromberg entered the elevators and brought them down to his official lab, you sat on the couch and quickly placed your palm on your cheeks to feel the heat. Unfortunately, your actions did not go unnoticed; his assistant remarked on them, making you feel ten times worse.

“Seems like you both are a newlywed couple, huh?” She smirked.

“W-What! No! I-I mean…what makes you say that?” You tried your best to keep your composure.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s how you both look at one another, especially your husband, as he came back to peck you on your cheeks. And look at you now, trying your best to reduce the redness and heat that’s rapidly rising,” she commented while moving her fist to cover her mouth as she giggled.

As much as you hated how she taunted you, you couldn’t deny every detail she had just pointed out in her speech. It was true, and you hated how Sangyeon was making you feel things and that you weren’t keeping your cool as usual.

You have made out with many men before this because of your mission, so a little peck on the cheeks would prove to be little to no concern for you. But it was different this time. It was the James Bond, his real name being Lee Sangyeon, who was actually making you feel this way, and you’re not sure what exactly your viewpoint on the man himself is anymore.

Not wanting to create more of a scene, you quietly looked down the entire time while playing with the hems of your dress, trying to calm yourself down and not having other unnecessary thoughts. Mentally, all you wanted was for Sangyeon to get the microfilm and get out of there quickly.

Perhaps this is something you have to discuss with Sangyeon about? You certainly can’t be going on like this forever; it would definitely be best if you both came clean and-

Wait. No. Absolutely not.

There’s no way the KGB's Major Y/N would be vulnerable to small matters like this. You have fought armies, destroyed nuclear weapons, and guided the Soviet army into war; there’s no way a little flirting or romance could crumble you like this.

Because that would be humiliating for you.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Sangyeon finally returned. He immediately approached you, causing you to get up frantically from the couch before clearing your throat to get back into your supposed role.

“H-How was the discussion with Mr Stromberg, my love?”

“Oh, I assure you, honey, that everything went very well, and it’s time for us to move now.”

With that, you linked your arms with his before you bid farewell to the assistant as she showed the way out. Instantly, you both got into the vehicle and drove off from the lab, heading straight to the docks.

Again, it seems as if Sangyeon hasn’t had enough of the breaking-the-ice talks with you. He decided to keep the ball rolling and would constantly come up with something to discuss when all you wanted was peace and quiet.

Especially after what happened back at the lab.

“Honey, you’re still blushing,” he teased.

“Cut the crap, Sangyeon. We’re no longer in our role-plays.”

“Aww, and I thought we were both finally partners now? What’s with the foul mood once again?”

“Shut up and drive, I swear,” you huffed.

“Or else?”

“I will actually throw you right into the ocean right now.”

“Feisty. I love it.”

Oh, hell no, you were definitely frustrated, alright.

Just before you could make your following remark, a bullet instantly grazes through the vehicle, causing you both to turn your heads behind to see that you were now being chased by several vehicles, all of whom were part of Mr Stromberg’s bodyguards.

“Guess the infamous man himself isn’t so dull, after all,” Sangyeon commented before speeding up the vehicle. As he was about to reach for his revolver, which was hidden on the side of his seat, you immediately stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t bother, just continue driving up ahead. I’ll keep them busy.”

With that, you instantly took out the gun that was hidden inside your purse and reloaded the weapon within seconds before you peered your head out from the windows and began shooting at the bodyguards.

It was fairly easy for you, being KGB’s best sniper, as you were able to hit all of the vital spots of the vehicles, causing each of them to lose control before either crashing right into the slope of the hill or into the ocean. However, it seemed as if the vehicles kept coming, for you were not coming any closer to knocking them out for good.

“It seems like Stromberg has way too many henchmen on patrol,” you commented before resuming your work.

At this point, Sangyeon has already driven you nearly half the distance to the docks, and you were coming far from eliminating all of them. Suddenly, things were about to get from bad to worse when a big truck came crashing into you, trying its best to damage your vehicle in hopes of attempting that the both of you would surrender. That was when the driver peered their head out from the windows and immediately aimed his gun towards you.

Jaws.

Sangyeon clearly saw what had unfolded, and he quickly swerved the vehicle to the left in hopes that the criminal would miss the shot (which he did) before pressing onto the accelerator once more to head as fast as he could to the docks. At the same time, the sound of a helicopter's thrum came flying in, and you both peered your heads up to see that it was the same assistant from before driving it.

“Agent 007 and Major L/N, I would highly advise you to hand over the microfilm and surrender quietly right now,” the assistant announced out loud through the radios before aiming her gun towards you both.

You both were stuck in a tight-knit situation: a car chase from Jaws and his men while Stromberg’s assistant was above the high ground. Now, there was nowhere to hide or run.

Or so you thought.

“Say, Y/N. Can you swim?” Sangyeon asked swiftly.

“W-What? What are you saying-”

Before you could respond, Sangyeon quickly pressed one of the many buttons on his steering wheel, causing his vehicle to launch a missile from the back towards Jaws and his men. The missile instantly hit the cars, and they all blew up within seconds before Sangyeon drove the vehicle straight into the ocean.

Once the vehicle came into contact with water, it seemingly transformed itself into a mini-like submarine, making it easy to navigate and drive through underneath the water.

“Well, it also seems that we should eliminate our unwanted guests, no?” Sangyeon questioned before pressing another button. He launched a missile that shot straight up out from the waters and right towards the helicopter, making it explode almost immediately.

Now that all enemies were gone, Sangyeon rolled his shoulders to relax the tension that he had gotten throughout the car chase before driving smoothly through the waters.

Throughout your time as an agent, you have witnessed and experienced crazy things, but nothing came close to what you had just seen with your very own eyes.

Grabbing onto the handle upon your seat, you turned to Sangyeon and let out a little huff before shaking your head. “You’re insane.”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s why people adore me.”

It has been about an hour since the both of you got back to your accommodations, and you were now just writing in your journal as a time to wind down for a little bit. Both you and Sangyeon had a little chat about the findings he had gotten through the microfilm, and talking to Mr Stromberg himself was that he had a hidden supertanker in the ocean called The Liparus and an underwater base named Atlantis. In order to proceed, both of you needed to wait for your next orders from both generals specifically to arrange a much more suitable transport and disguise to head over to the locations.

So here you were, relaxing with your journal while Sangyeon was busy taking a nice hot bath after all the chase from Stromberg’s henchmen hours ago. When you heard the water supply being turned off, the male stepped out of his bathrobe and took a towel to dry his hair as he approached you.

Once again, your cheek began burning red as you took in the sight before you—his hair dripping wet, his bare face as he just got out of the shower, and the slightly exposed chest from the bathrobe.

It’s illegal to look this good, Lee Sangyeon.

“Like what you see, princess?”

With that, you immediately snapped back into reality, clearly your throat, before ducking your head back to your journal. “In your face, you idiot.”

Just when you thought that returning to your journal would help you escape his torments and flirty comments, you suddenly felt the need to lift your head to see what was happening. You felt that someone had been eyeing you up close for a while now.

Turns out your instinct was true, and you could’ve sworn that you were about to explode anytime now due to the immense heat rising rapidly up to your head as Sangyeon had positioned himself entirely on top of you, both of his legs on either side of yours as he leans his head forward, making you lay back down on the couch.

“W-What on earth do you think you’re doing!” You screamed, covering your face with your journal before the man himself removed it.

“You have been acting strangely since this morning, Y/N. Care to share with me why exactly that is?”

“I-It’s none of your business!”

“Unfortunately, now that we’re no longer strangers but partners, I deserve to know every single detail about what’s going on in that little mind of yours,” he retorted while lifting his fingers to rub your nose, making your stomach feel even worse. “Tell me, princess. Pinky promise that we won’t keep any secrets from each other, no?”

“Jokes on you, we’re spies. We’ll always live a double life. You’ll never get to know about my secrets, ever.”

“Hmm, maybe I can make that happen.”

In the blink of an eye, he immediately leans down to kiss your lips directly, slowly increasing the pressure as he lowers his body to yours. You were too stunned to react and could only open your eyes to see the whole thing unfold before you. Within seconds, he pulled away before rubbing his thumb across his lips, savouring your taste on his.

“Hmm, mango lip balm huh? That’s my favourite kind of flavour,” he smirked.

Goddamn you, Lee Sangyeon.

“I swear you’re so-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a knock was heard from the front door, and Sangyeon immediately got up from you and headed towards the source of the sound. He then unlocked the door to see that a messenger had arrived to pass him a note.

As you squint your eyes to examine the letter from afar, you clearly see the stamp on it, and you know that it is time to cut off all of this nonsense and get back to work as soon as possible.

Sangyeon immediately returns to the living space and opens up to read the letter in his hands. Thanks to Q’s examination, it seemed that The Liparus and Atlantis were keeping something far more threatening, and it was up to you two to head there as quickly as you could before it was too late. The two of you were to board a US submarine that would be passing back to Sardinia early the next morning, with the general already informing the crew abroad about your presence.

“Alright, that seems plausible,” Sangyeon replied before burning the letter into the fireplace (it was what spies usually do after receiving a message about the next mission or crucial evidence anyway).

As you took on the next mission, you stood up before heading back towards your room to pack up for the trip before Sangyeon stopped you in your tracks by posing a question.

“That nightgown sure does look pretty on you.”

You figured you were done trying to escape his comments, so you took a deep breath and tried your best to respond properly. “Yeah, I got it in Austria a few weeks prior. It’s such a beautiful place.”

“Indeed. I miss travelling there; I’ll have to head back there soon.”

“Oh? So you have been to Austria? When was your last trip?” You asked.

“Two weeks ago.”

Just then, that comment suddenly rang a bell in your head. Sangyeon was there two weeks ago, just like you did, but both knew very little about the other. But what if…there was a possibility that he knew about your ex-lover? You were all spies; surely you must’ve known about one another, even in an auditory manner.

Instantly, you marched towards Sangyeon, pulling up a picture of your ex-lover and shovelling it into his face. You desperately wanted to find answers and a conclusion to the case. “Do you recognise this man?”

It took Sangyeon a while to look at him before he stepped away and started pacing around the room. “No, what makes you say that?”

“He was Agent Seryozha, my lover,” you bluntly replied.

After a few moments of what seemed like Sangyeon trying to find the right words to respond to your comment, he placed both hands on his hips and slowly walked towards you.

“Hear this out, Y/N. If you’re out trying to enjoy your little break and someone comes up behind you in an attempt to murder you, you don’t always have the time to remember who the individual may look like. In other words, agents like us must always be prepared to give up our lives in the line of duty. If I knew that, then so did he.”

With one final step in front of you, he stares down at your face before he humbly whispers to you with a “Yes, I did kill him”.

Your facial expression immediately sank and tightened. Both hands balled up into fists, resisting the urge to lose your cool for the millionth time before him. Instead, you calmly tip-toed up to bring his neck down with your hands as you leaned into his ear.

“Well then, thanks for finally putting a closure to this case. So when this mission is finally over, I will kill you with my own bare hands.”

Once you had made your point, you immediately shoved him away and stomped towards your room, slamming the door shut loudly before leaning against it. Taking a deep breath, you just wished this nightmare would end soon.

Just when things finally looked good for us, Sangyeon.

You knew from the back of your mind that kiss meant something, or at least you thought it was. Sure, he was a womaniser, but the Sangyeon you knew wouldn’t go around kissing random women like that. As much as you wanted to ask him about it, you had your ego and pride to keep, not wanting to show that he was winning the little game that he was playing. Hence, you kept your mouth shut and spared little to no glance at the man since the day before, even as you were slowly let down into the submarine sent by both of the generals for you to board to head to Stromberg’s The Liparus to find out what exactly he was hiding truly.

The commander was surprised to see a woman like you on board, but Sangyeon jumped into your defence, and you were immediately let loose, given that they were now aware you were the Major L/N of KGB. After some time of meticulous planning of how everyone would proceed, the alarm started going off immediately, sending everyone on the submarine into a frenzy.

It wasn’t long before you and Sangyeon realised that the tanker had captured the submarine, the vehicle slowly rising from the waters to the docks. Immediately, Sangyeon nudged your shoulders and quietly said that the missing submarines had been found, each hanging up on both sides of the docks.

Now, you have plenty of evidence that Stromberg was the man behind the disappearance of the submarines and the illegal distribution of microfilms.

But the question of why Stromberg did it still remains a mystery.

Why?

“All crew members of the USS Wayne, surrender yourselves immediately with your hands behind your back right this second,” one of the commanders announced out loud from the speakers.

This was when you knew it was time to put your feelings aside and that working with Sangyeon for now was best. You both needed to devise a plan to release the two submarines and save the crew simultaneously. Time was ticking as you were now being escorted out of the submarine to the docks, but Sangyeon managed to take off his cap and place it right on your head, pushing it down to ensure it was intact.

“Stay close to me; I’ll keep you safe from Stromberg’s men.”

You didn’t give him a proper response but managed to walk right in front of him as you exited the submarine, lining up with the crew as Stromberg’s men carefully examined every single one of you. They pulled out batons and immediately started landing a few blows directly onto the crew members as if to torture and humiliate them.

Your blood was boiling, and you couldn’t wait to take these men down with your bare hands. You have done it countless times, taking out an entire army alone; it was easy for you. However, Sangyeon notices that you are about to jump right onto the men and perform a takedown; he snakes his hand to intertwine with yours from behind, putting a slight pressure to tell you this wouldn’t be a good idea for now.

The only thing was: were you going to take up his advice?

As one of the men stood before you, he looked suspiciously at you, examining you from top to bottom before commenting on your body: “You look far too slim and weak to be in the navy, youngster.” Just then, he took his baton to lift your cap, causing all of your long, brown, wavy hair to fall straight down to your shoulders, and his eyes widened upon the sight.

Within seconds, you quickly landed a strong punch into his abdomen before running to do the same to the other men, instantly knocking them out cold. All of the other henchmen on duty on higher grounds quickly started aiming their snipers towards you, shooting recklessly in hopes of one of the bullets hitting you eventually. Little did they know that you are the best sniper in KGB, so obviously, reading and sensing where the bullets were coming from was a breeze in the park.

When you have taken down all of the men at the docks, a shadowy figure emerges upon you, yanking both your arms behind your back, leaving you no room for escape. Suddenly, you felt that familiar breath hit the back of your neck, and you slowly turned behind to look at the familiar figure.

“Jaws.”

“My my! What a sight that was!” Another shadow emerges on the top of the deck, accompanied by a hand-clapping sound that the individual was producing. It was the infamous man himself. “I’ve always wanted to see the infamous Major L/N in action with my own eyes.”

This can’t be good.

“Now, it’s very brave of a woman like you to board my tanker, but I think you’ll be far more useful if you quietly come with me. I could definitely use some help in my office.” He steps in front of you and takes a strand of your hair before he starts twirling it around his finger. As much as you want to retaliate and land a blow into his face to break his jaw, you are stuck and unable to move even in the slightest.

Jaws indeed was an exceptional human being.

“Hate to be the party pooper, but I’m sure I could be of better use to you than she will be, Mr Stromberg,” Sangyeon cuts in as he slowly makes his way towards you both, aiming his revolver right at the mastermind himself.

Mentally, you were sending him death stares, thinking that he was out of his mind to aim his gun at Stromberg when dozens of snipers were already aiming right at him from above. Instead of putting up another joke to ease the situation (which he usually did to tease you), he glared right into your eyes, signalling a code only high-ranking agents like you could understand from the get-go.

Don’t miss my signal, and do it right away.

With a gulp, you carefully examined his body movements and speech, studying his demeanour to explore the opening that would let you know that you could finally retaliate and defeat the criminals themselves.

“Ah, Mr Bond. Your disguise as Dr. Lee the other day certainly did not go unnoticed. I assure you that my men are far more ready to deal with whatever tricks you are about to pull,” Stromberg responded confidently.

“Now, that makes me so happy to hear you have been expecting my arrival. But I must first and foremost deeply apologise, for I probably would not be meeting your expectations.”

That sent a confused look in Stromberg’s eyes, and it was then Sangyeon pointed his gun up and fired a shot, causing the entire electricity to go off in the tanker, making all of the henchmen panic and lose their cool.

Now that it was dark, you had a bigger advantage of taking down the criminals, starting with Jaws. You lifted your legs to land a solid kick up on his thighs, causing him to yelp in pain as he released you from his grip. You quickly climbed up to Jaws and gave him a headlock, knocking him out temporarily so that you had time to deal with the other henchmen for now.

Before you could even make your way up, you noticed Sangyeon’s absence and began hearing multiple men grunting on the upper docks. This gave you more than enough hints that your partner was up there dealing with the mess.

Instead, you decided to follow and hunt down Stromberg, following his faint shadows as he disappeared into the bottom deck. Many obstacles were in the way, such as laser fields and sleeping gas. Still, thanks to your flexibility and agility, you avoided each one, narrowing the distance between you and the mastermind.

Eventually, you reached the control room, where the man stood before the panel, his hands inches away from pushing down on a huge red button.

Aiming the gun right at him, you weren’t going to waste any more time and let him run loose again, and you were finally going to get him to spill all of the motives and deeds he had done up till this point.

“You want to know why I stole the two submarines in the first place, sweetheart? I am going to use the missiles in both submarines to destroy Moscow and New York City and create a whole new underwater world where people could reside.”

“You’re just going to trigger a global nuclear war.”

“And what about it? As long as I have the Atlantis, it’ll all be possible!” He screamed, inches away from pushing the button down any second now. “So say your last prayers to these beloved cities, and join us to start a new civilisation underwater!”

No, you don’t.

Without a thought to spare, you instantly aimed and pulled the trigger at his wrist, the bullet penetrating right through the skin and causing him to pull back as he yelped in pain. You weren’t going to let him live just like that, and you were more than ready to throw the man right into the cold, rising ocean water that was now slowly filling up the tanker.

Right when you were just about to do the deed, someone grabbed your wrist and held you back. It was Sangyeon. “Women like you shouldn’t get your hands dirty; let me do the honours.” With one swift push, he was immediately thrown into the waters, trying to survive the best that he could until the water completely engulfed him.

Sangyeon then turned his head back and walked straight to the panel, typing in a few things that you could barely make out yourself. This made you squint your eyes and try your best to read his fingers on the letters he was typing.

“Don’t do that; it doesn’t look pretty on your face.”

“Mind your own business; what exactly are you doing now?”

“Honey, I’m trying my best to contact the respective submarines to pull back and not fire the missiles, but it turns out that it’s not really plausible since the missiles are already loaded and ready to go.”

“So, what do you plan to do now?”

“Well, there’s only one option left. And that is to make both submarines destroy one another.”

Destroy one another? You have got to be joking. Your mission was to find out the locations of both missing submarines to ensure your respective agencies were safe and sound. So why destroy them now?

“Because that’s the only way to prevent a war from happening, sweetheart. It’s now or never,” Sangyeon made his point loud and clear, and he would not take no as an option. Reluctantly, you finally accepted his decision and gave him a nod, allowing him to proceed with what he was doing.

That was until Jaws interrupted you both once again, this time holding a broken piece of cement from the flood on the upper floors. He quickly aimed and hit you with it, but you dodged it swiftly. It seemed like he wouldn’t go down without a fight, and you certainly couldn’t let him distract Sangyeon while he was trying his best to send coordinates to both submarine commanders.

Then, you noticed an opening where a wired fence had broken apart, leaving a hole that someone could easily fall into if they weren’t careful. Then you decided to take the chance, moving slowly towards that spot while still dodging Jaws’ attacks.

Slowly but surely, you finally began to see an opening, and you immediately moved out of the way, causing Jaws to run right towards the edge of the opening. He started to lose his balance before finally falling straight into Stromberg’s shark tank, which he kept handy while running his illegal business.

After ensuring that Jaws was busy with the shark in the tank, you quickly ran back to Sangyeon, who was now staring intently at the screen with his arms crossed. With that, you clearly got the message that he had successfully sent the respective coordinates and was now waiting for both submarines to launch the missile against one another instead.

“How much longer?” You asked the male.

“Hmm, I’d say in T minus…10 seconds.”

“W-What? 10 seconds? Then-”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s time to get the hell out of here.”

Immediately, Sangyeon quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. He returned to the docks and found the nearest exit before jumping straight into the escape pod. Sangyeon wasted no time navigating and getting the thing to work as you both quickly got the hell out of the tanker that was about to sink.

Apparently, he could also free the other crew members beforehand while you were busy chasing down Stromberg and had them returned to their submarine. With his signal, the commander on board was to shoot down both The Liparus and Atlantis. In order to do that, both of you needed to get far away enough to make it happen.

After navigating through the open waters for about ten minutes, Sangyeon sent the commander a set of coordinates via the mini-control panel on the side of the escape pod. Two missiles were then launched immediately, shooting down both Stromberg’s hideouts.

It all happened so quickly. Now that both submarines were destroyed, and so was Stromberg’s valued tanker and hideout, the mission was finally accomplished.

Or was it?

Instantly, you pulled out a revolver from your holster and pushed it right towards Sangyeon’s skull. You have always kept true to your promise, after all.

“What is this all about, princess?”

“Like I’ve said before. Once the mission is over, and so will we, I will kill you for what you have done to my past lover.”

Sangyeon immediately shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you clearly said that it was your past lover. Would killing me do any good or bring him back to life?”

You hated how much his words stung your heart. You were too blinded by rage and revenge to determine right and wrong. Since the beginning, Sangyeon has always been there and kept you safe while completing the mission. Sure, he was a womaniser and could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he always kept his word, no matter what he did.

If it wasn’t for him, you weren’t sure you could complete this whole mission alone. Yet, you couldn’t bring it out from your mouth to actually acknowledge his presence in your life and how he was somehow able to give you a sense of comfort throughout the past couple of weeks as you mourned over the death of your ex-partner.

Your grip on the revolver loosened, and Sangyeon made a move to grab hold of your wrist and slowly pull it down. It was evident by now that your tears began flowing again, and he reached out to brush them off with his thumbs before lifting your chin with his fingers to make you look straight into his eyes.

“You have done so well, Major Y/N. I couldn’t be more proud of you as a partner.”

“P-Partner?” You sniffled.

Instantly, his eyes brightened, and he leaned in close to you. “Unless you would like to proceed further than that?”

Not wanting to lose the fight, you placed both hands behind his neck, pulling him in closer to you so that both lips were now inches apart. “Don’t be stupid.”

You had no idea what made you return the favour this time when you have been actively rejecting his comfort and touch for so long. Perhaps it was because you have finally decided to accept reality and move on with life; you didn’t even know much about yourself. But you needed one thing so badly: to feel his lips on yours again.

You couldn’t enjoy it much during your first time with him (well, it was his fault for teasing you and thinking that it would be a good idea somehow to manipulate your thoughts and emotions in a bathrobe). Still, he also wore a cologne that smelled way too good for him, one that would lure you in if you weren’t careful enough.

His lips, god. Never in a million years would his nasty mouth actually hold such plump and flavourful lips, and he definitely knew his way around kissing a woman. He knew the right pace, movement and pressure to please someone, and he was also wearing a mango-flavoured lip balm, very similar to the one you would often wear yourself.

When you both finally broke apart for some air, Sangyeon gave you a grin, and you returned the favour with a slap on his shoulders, knowing that he was going to say something about you.

“So you finally admitted your feelings for me, princess? It took you long enough to do so,” he teased.

You knew all along that your feelings for Sangyeon weren’t normal. It definitely did seem like Sangyeon was an escape for you to get over your ex, but eventually, it blossomed into something more, and you fell for his charms. At this point, you knew there was no longer a way to hide your feelings, and it was time to face reality the way it is.

“You could’ve just told me you wanted me this badly, Y/N,” he continued.

“I’m still going to kill you someday, Sangyeon. Don’t get all cocky,” you deadpanned.

However, the male wasn’t affected in the slightest, and he leans back down to reconnect your lips with his once more.

“Tempting, and I’ll very much look forward to the day when it happens.”

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Top 5 trains!

I'm bad at knowing actual classes/types but I CAN list some specific ones I've seen or what to see C: in no particular order because I'm notoriously awful at picking faves of literally anything-

GSMR 1702, a 2-8-0 Consolidation type engine that used to run troop transport/training exercises at Fort Bragg, NC. Baldwin built, has a 3 chime whistle that sounds ethereal in the gorge she runs in C: (photo is from my 2024 summer trip!)

SR 6133, an F-unit (iirc) streamlined diesel engine that runs the museum trains at NCTM alongside a few other older diesels, including a high hood diesel and another F-unit! I've just always had a soft spot for this style of rolling stock, I love seeing things that are as appealing as they are functional. And Southern has a kickass livery for these :> (photo from one of my visits to the museum!)

ACL 501, another streamlined diesel that's at NCTM! I just think it's neat lol. And ACL would've been another of my 'local' lines here in NC! The livery is bright and just looks super nice too C: iirc the museum has this engine on loan from either a private collection or the state, so it doesn't run often/if at all, but is kept in running condition. (photo from my most recent museum visit!)

RGS 20, a narrow gauge ten-wheeler currently residing and running the loop at the Colorado Railroad Museum! The story behind me liking this engine is kinda funny actually. A few years ago (2022 or so iirc) I stumbled across a video explaining how steam engines work, which was a collab with someone who works/volunteers for CRRM. Stumbled into that guy's channel, got to see a lot of stuff behind the scenes and learn a lot about the museum's engines, and kinda fell in love with 20 because she's smol but full of personality c: I'm genuinely hoping to get out west one of these days both to see 20 in person and also to visit the Durango and Silverton, GSMR's sister railroad (same company runs them)! (photo- RailPictures.net, Kevin Madore)

Talyllyn, the famous irl inspiration for the Skarloey Railway in the Railway Series and part of the first heritage railway! c: I absolutely LOVE the smaller gauged railways and different build styles of non-American engines, they're so cute ;w; Talyllyn has had a few different liveries over the years but I'm partial to this blue one and another that's darker red! I really wanna go back to the UK eventually and visit, as a railfan and as someone who grew up with the Railway Series books (and a history buff too)! I'd love to see how the other side of the pond does steam <3 (photo- from the official Talyllyn Railway website)

hehe I rambled a bit buuuuuttt that's what you get for asking me about something that lives rent free in me brain C:<

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flurrys-creativity · 4 months ago

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Avec toi, je suis moi-même

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Angst, slight fluff, Fantasy, castlevania au, vampire au, supernatural au; Rating: sfw, nc-17; Warnings: mentions of monsters, mentions of deaths, burning houses, blood, mentions of gruesome ways of killing; Wordcount: 2.158

Summary: As monsters raded your village you only saw one way to escape. The ominous castle that cast it shadow on your village for as long as you were able to think. Hopefully the owner of the castle would accept your stay.

Collab: Castlevania Collab with @mingsolo (Attempt Etude), @sanjoongie (Menage a Trois), @daddyfordaeddy (me devorer, tremee dans le sang) and @potatomountain (Prey)

The castle has always been there. Always having cast its ominous shadow on the small village you lived in. As long as you were able to think, the castle has always been there.

Nobody dared to go there though. The elderly warned everyone - townsfolk or passerby - to stay away from the castle because bad things would happen otherwise. Small children got taught by their parents to keep far away from it the second the child understood what they were saying.

Even the adolescent dare-devils kept their distance, being too scared of the consequences that might follow.

You listened to your parents and the elderly. You avoided the castle. You considered yourself to be a good child - even after you had been an adult for quite some time now. You wouldn’t even dare to think about the castle, ignoring its existence most of the days.

Until the monsters showed up.

At first they appeared in the surrounding forests. Mostly at night. Though the more days passed, the closer they came to the village. Travellers and merchants couldn’t reach the town anymore, supplies got low with the destroyed crops and killed cattle.

You heard the old women whisper about Wooyoung, the lord of the castle, having sent those monsters, whispering about how he wanted to punish the village or even how he loved to toy with the humans by inflicting pain and suffering.

You heard the men demand weapons and an uproar to not just fight the monsters but the lord of the castle as well.

Those voices became more and more silent as the amount of townspeople diminished. Almost every night another person vanished. Sometimes quietly, sometimes with gruesome screams.

This night changed everything though. This night the monsters grouped together and attacked the village. Huts burnt down, the flames dancing into the night sky. Screams and cries filled the air like the smoke and sparks of the fire.

“Run, don’t look back! Run away!”

The yells of your parents still rang in your ears as you stumbled through the nightly forest. While the flames of the village illuminated your back, your path ahead was consumed by darkness. You heard the monsters ravaging around you, heard others run through the thicket in hope of getting away. One after another got caught and killed in unimaginable ways.

You knew even with running away the chances of actually escaping were slim - if not nonexistent. You saw only one chance of survival: the source of the attacks.

If the rumours and gossiping at town contained even the slightest bit of truth, you could find safety at the castle. At least from the monsters.

The only downside to your plan, you had to get there first.

You stumbled along the old path. The old overgrown way made it even harder to move. Your feet got caught in twigs, thorns and roots. You fell into small holes and nearly landed on the ground unable to move. If you made one fatal mistake, one of the monsters would get you and kill you.

It nearly felt like a miracle when the forest opened up and revealed the dark night sky. A full moon rose from the darkness, illuminating the castle from behind. The building appeared even more ominous and scary that way. Seemingly the only light in this darkness came from hell itself.

Yet you still ran towards it.

From the corner of your eyes you saw several monsters barging out from the forest. Their claws dug into the soil as their crazed eyes roamed the open area until they landed on your form.

“No”, you exhaled. The fear grabbed your heart and squeezed it tightly. You knew monsters were faster than a human and the realisation you wouldn’t make it to the front door - not even mentioning getting inside - hit you like a brickwall. You still wouldn’t go down without trying though. With the rising moon you finally were able to see the ground. Therefore you picked up your speed and sprinted along the plain, wishing to reach the entrance in time.

When you sat your foot on the first step of the stairs leading towards the huge entrance doors, a monster got hold of your leg. You fell down, face first and landed on the stairs with an outcry of pain.

You prepared yourself for the excruciating pain of monsters tearing you apart but it never came. Instead you heard shrieks, growls and roars surrounding you. Up until it got eerily quiet.

“Can you move?”

You pushed yourself up into a kneeling position, tilting your head to look at the person behind that smooth voice.

He stared down at you with a burning torch in his hand. Strands of his hair slightly covered his eyes and high cheekbones.

You've never seen a man as stunningly beautiful as him.

“I think so, yes.”

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes checking you once over. “Good”, he said emotionless, “then move away.”

“Wait, what?” Your jaw nearly collided with the steps of the stairs again from your mouth dropping open with indignation.

“Move away”, he repeated, looking over the plain in front of the castle.

You followed his gaze, seeing the disembodied monsters soiling the ground with their dark blood. You also noticed new monsters emerging from the woods.

“Okay.” You stood up and ascended the rest of the stairs, walking straight towards the ajar door and slipping into the castle.

The inside slowed you down, needing the time to look around through the huge entrance hall. The walls were barren yet beautifully carved with ornaments. Two staircases on each side of the room led to the upper floor, meeting in the middle before joining into one larger stair.

You didn’t know where to look first, turning around on your own axis so you had at least a tiny chance of seeing everything.

“That was not what I meant.”

You stopped in your movements. You heard how the door fell shut behind you. Only then you dared to look over your shoulder, slowly turning around fully.

“Do you even know who I am?”

“The lord of this castle.”

He clicked with his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I could easily overpower you and throw you out again or kill you.”

You stayed silent for a moment, contemplating his words. A part of you knew he was right but the bigger part told you he wouldn’t do that. “Then I’ll choose the latter.”

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow again, silently questioning you.

“I hope you have enough humanity to kill me quickly and somewhat painlessly, unlike those monsters ripping me apart and tearing my insides open.”

Once again he clicked with his tongue. “Do what you want but leave me alone.” With that he passed you and vanished into the castle.

You stood there - alone - in the middle of the castle. The realisation you barely survived the attack slowly set in. You trembled slightly, thinking of all the others from the village.

Remembering there were others, you hurried up the stairs. You ran somewhat aimlessly through the halls and more stairs upwards until you reached a door that led to a platform outside of the castle.

You opened the doors, the wind immediately howling around your form, tearing at your clothes. Still, you moved forward. Your steps felt wobbly as you crossed the long bridge until you reached the platform.

It wasn’t hard locating your village. Even in the darkness of the night you were able to see the dark clouds of smoke rising into the sky. A few orange and golden yellow sparks gleamed within the smoke. The fire itself spread from one roof to the next, devouring every last building from the village.

The screams had long died down, only the cries of the monsters roaming the surrounding forests were heard over the howling of the wind.

You sat down at the edge of the platform, staring at the burning village with glassy eyes. Once again the realisation hit you and you didn’t know how to deal with the sudden flood of emotions overwhelming you.

Even after the nearly black sky turned lighter, even after the flames died down and the smoke diminished greatly, you still sat on the edge of the platform. Tears stained your cheeks, a few droplets even clinging to your eyelashes.

You flinched upon feeling someone drape a blanket over your shoulders. You quickly rubbed over your eyes and turned your head, seeing Wooyoung standing next to you and looking ahead. Even from this angle he appeared ethereal.

“They’re all gone”, you whispered, turning your attention back to the remnants of your village.

“Not all.” He sat down next to you, his legs dangling over the edge as if he wasn’t sitting dozens of feet above the ground. “You are still here.”

You scoffed, followed by a teary chuckle. “Not sure if that’s supposed to make me feel better or it’s an insult ‘cause you want me gone.”

Wooyoung turned his head, looking at you with a playful grin. “Maybe both. I am still deciding.”

You hummed, unable to keep the soft smile forming on your lips. “I hope the chances are in my favour.” You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. Obviously you were aware that your survival somewhat depended on him now. At least as long as the monsters roamed the area. “Well, you’re stuck with me until you decide differently.”

“Since this is the only place the monsters will not enter?” Wooyoung leaned back on his hands, tilting his head towards you. “What if I tell you, it is not.”

“It’s not?” You turned towards him, clutching the blanket and pulling it even closer around you. “I thought you could control them.”

You flinched upon hearing his loud laugh. It reminded you of a cackle, something you’d associate with a witch. But when you looked at him and saw his face, you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on your face.

“No, those creatures used to be controlled by Dracula. Now? I am pretty sure they act arbitrarily. Not even I am safe, being a lowly half vampire and all.”

“Half?”

Wooyoung grinned, showing his slightly elongated fangs. “My mother was human. My father not so much.” He sat up again, raising one of his fingers to his lips and nipping it. “I can bleed, I can go out in the sun, I can levitate and I need blood to survive.”

Both of you stared at the droplet of blood pooling on the tip of his finger. It took you a moment to actually hear what he said.

“Levitate?”

Instead of answering you, Wooyoung pushed himself from the platform and dropped down.

You screamed out, scurrying towards the edge on all four. Your hands curled around the edge, your knuckles turning white from the force behind the grip. The air got stuck in your lungs while your heart hammered against your ribcage.

Though when you looked down, you stared right at Wooyoung. The teasing smirk on his face would have made you angry, if you hadn’t been so relieved to see him unharmed. “You scared the living shit out of me.”

Wooyoung seemingly pushed himself up in the air, the distance between your faces getting shorter and shorter. “You kiss with that mouth?”

You blinked rapidly, your mind going blank upon hearing his question. You were mesmerised by his dark eyes, his cheekbones, his straight nose, the tiny mole under his left eye. Everything about him pulled you in.

“I might”, you breathed out.

Wooyoung chuckled and moved back on the platform, sitting back down again next to you. “You are different, I like that. It has been years since I felt this-” He looked around, searching for the right word. “Felt this normal.”

You sat back as well, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around you once more. “You’re living here completely on your own? No friends? No visitors?”

“First in a few decades.”

“Decades?”

Wooyoung grimaced at your outburst, trying to overplay his loneliness with a smile. He turned his head away from you, the smile dropping immediately. His wistful gaze looked into the distance as memories haunted his mind.

You scooted over to him and placed a hand on his lower arm, silently showing him your empathy. You couldn’t imagine being alone for this long and you honestly didn’t want to either. “We could be alone together.”

He snorted at your suggestion, placing his hand on yours. “You might be able to make me feel like myself again as long as you stay around. If you stay around that is.”

“You already wanted to kiss me”, you teased him, leaning closer to his face, “that already sounded like an invitation to stay around.”

Wooyoung turned his face until the tip of his nose touched yours, the wicked grin returning to his lips. “Maybe.”

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joesjunkyard · 5 months ago

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I'm literally so obsessed with Megan Thee Stallion. Features and collabs go crazy. Every song she's dropped has been unique but sill iconically rap. Her artistic vision in her music videos is un matched. I usually avoid music videos cause I can usually visualize something better as I'm listening to it but with Meg, my maladaptive daydreaming gets paused.

I heard the argument that she sounds the same in every song ONCE (☝️ one time) and it bothers me everytime I think about it. Bigger in Texas and BOA are the same song. B.A.S. and Body are identical. Like??? Bffr

Let's go back to her music videos. Or should we say mini movies. Idk what her budget for any of this is but wdym she's making Jennifer's Body, Edward Scissor hands, Alice in wonderland and who knows what else kind of references? I'm writing this as I watch videos so this post is all over the place, but Sweetest Pie is prolly my favorite song/video right after Cobra.

The fact that Megan Thee Stallion is a weeabo on top of everything is like icing. She got rich and famous to live out her fangirl fantasies and folks hate her for that? Jealousy. Yall wish yall had BTS on speed dial like that. Cosplays, anime references and just genuine enthusiasm for the culture.

She talks about women's rights! The right to be a sexy freak or just a normal hottie who wants to live life without being attacked. Megan Thee Stallion has been attacked before! She literally got shot, went to court for it, won and then dropped a documentary about it. While producing music the whole time!!

I got to see her in concert in NC, best thing I've ever witnessed so far. My confidence also has never been higher since becoming a fan. The messages in her songs are either something I've already upheld or gave me a better understanding for things I couldn't put words to.

#megan thee stallion #music #female rappers #obsessed #ramblings #i dont have any social media besides this so i use my partners to stay updated #shes just so pretty #give me a chance #meg

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unintentionalseductress · 8 months ago

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Calling all monster lovers!!

When I first started this account back in April, I wasn't expecting that in 4 short months, I'd be at 1500 followers?! I was just a girl who loved smut. Now I have all these people who like my stuff??!!!

To celebrate, I decided to host a little writing collaboration just in time for spooky season.

Introducing: MONSTER MASH!

Fic List Here

Info/Rules:

The theme of the collab is monsters. Any kind of monster. Werewolves, vampires, aliens, ghosts, Loch Ness, Frankenstein, fairies, tentacle, sirens, devils, incubus, succubus, WHATEVER. No bounds here as long as there's a monster involved.

There needs to be at least one character from the fandom list below (but this is me guys, threesomes and gangbangs are welcome!). I'm opening this up to a few fandoms that I don't necessarily write for. Fandoms for this event include: -JJK - Love and Deepspace -Bleach -Solo Leveling -MHA

Can you have the pairing with a monster? Can the character of choice be a monster? GOD YES! It's called 'Monster Mash' for a reason!

Does not necessarily need to be horror, accepting any genre.

Word count: minimum of 700 words, no upper cap.

It should be an original fic created for this event.

How to enter / Deadline:

DM/Inbox me so that I can add you to the fic masterlist stating which fandom and monster you're writing for.

For example, a message to me could look like, "Hey Ray! I want to participate in the monster collab. I'll be doing Gojo from JJK and my monster is a vampire!"

Please be sure to tag your fic as '#ncs monster mash' and also @ me so that I can keep track of all your lovely fics!

The deadline for sending me your fic is October 31st!

Have fun my Spooky Sluts!

And thank you so much @actuallysaiyan for making the spooky banner for this event! You really got my idea designed so well 💜

- NCS

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sunnydaleherald · 3 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, January 31st

Angel: You know, Anthony you could be a rainbow and not a (hits him over the head and drops him) painbow.

~~Sense and Sensitivity~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Beneath The Bougainvilleas by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, T)

But we were dancing, Dancing with our hands tied by Cumultus9 (Buffy/Faith, T)

Scenes From A Hood by Ellen_Brand (Scoobies, Batman crossover, G)

[Chaptered Fiction]

I Don't Want to Be the One, Chapter 23 by pommedapi (Buffy/Spike, T)

Blood, Chapter 6 by Babblefest, ConstantCommentTea (Angel, Doctor Who crossover, M)

Firebell in the Night: Chapter 104 by TheLightdancer (Willow/Tara, E)

Forged in shadows, Chapter 24 by CloudSeeker (Angel/Lindsey, E)

Potential Friend: Season Two, Chapter 12 by srmcd1 (Buffy/Angel, T)

The Buffy Chronicles: Life After Sunnydale, Chapter 28 by sweetmelodykiss (Buffy/Spike, E)

Smoke and Leather, Chapter 30 by EagleAlwaysFliesAlone (Spike/OC, M)

The Traveller (Redux), Chapter 4 by 1the_last_browncoat (Xander, multiple crossovers, T)

Fine Wines and High Steaks, Chapter 3 by QuillBard (Buffy/Faith, M)

Are We There Yet? Chapter 5 by SonOfACrossBow (Xander/Spike, T)

Clem's Cat Cafe, Chapter 5 by desicat (Buffy/Spike, T)

Unforgettable, Chapter 5 by storiwr (Buffy/Tara, E)

The Choice To Stay, Chapter 8 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, E)

Walking the Line, Chapters 1-6 (complete!) by ocsummers (OC, Buffy, Willow, Giles, Mayor Wilkins, T)

Nemesis: To Give What Is Due, Chapter 13 by YouCutYourHair (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Watcher, Chapter 38 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

How To Be A Heartbreaker, Chapter 27 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Ripples, Chapter 24 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Rude Awakenings, Chapter 8 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

An Enmity Most Engaging, Chapter 11 by HappyWhenItRains (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

What Happens at Willow Creek, Chapter 4 by Alyot (Buffy/Spike, R)

All Points West, Chapter 2 by Alyot (Buffy/Spike, R)

Death Is Buffy's Next Great Adventure, Chapter 119 by Sharie (Buffy/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter crossover, FR15)

Summoned To Strixhaven: Schooling of Scoobies, Chapter 1 by JoshuAB (Scoobies, Dungeons & Dragons crossover, FR13)

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Video: Analyzing Buffy: Star-cross My Heart | 1x07: Angel by The Bronze

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greensagephase · 7 months ago

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Not really a question. Just a thought. That I want your thoughts on. Since I’ve been listening to this song on repeat since it came out. “Die With A Smile” by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars is so Miguel and dulzura coded

Hiii, Kore!! Thank you so much for the ask!! 🥰

Omg, I meant to give this song a listen the other day when it first came out and never got around to it until now (I love Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars, so this collab was so cool to see!!)! Now that I’ve finally listened to it - so Miguel and Dulzura coded!! 🥺🥹

But since I survived, I realize Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll follow ... If the world was ending, I’d wanna be next to you If the party was over and our time on Earth was through I’d wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you

Who’s cutting onions? 😭 I'm so glad you told me about it, or I would've gone on a few more days without listening to it! I’ve added it to the future songs playlist for NC (and my personal liked songs, too)!! Thank you for the song rec, pookie!! 💖 Also, I hope you have a wonderful weekend!! 💕🫶🏼

Alondra❤️

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A thought-out reunion

Pairing: camboy!Hongjoong x sugardaddy!OC (name is Ajax)

Genre/Trope: smutty angst/friends to lovers

Wordcount: 2k words

Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Prompt (NSFW) from Illusion Net: "If you don't want me to jump you, then you should stop biting your lip like this!"

Kim Hongjoong was a broke bitch. Like extremely broke. He has tried everything. Grocery store stocker, barista, babysitter, bankteller, etc. Nothing stuck with him. His roommates, Wooyoung and Jongho, were disheartened to hear that Hongjoong was let go from every single job he had. Jongho offered him a job as a janitor in the gym he owns, but Hongjoong refused. One, he doesn’t want him to feel like he’s taking advantage of them. Two, he knows that his skillset surpasses beyond janitorial duties. Three, he thinks gyms are sweaty and gross. Four, his ex works there.

His newly engaged ex to be exact.

They didn’t end on bad terms! The breakup was mutual. However, Hongjoong finds it painful to face his ex and try to be on friendly terms with him. No matter what, he vowed to never talk to him until Seonghwa was fully married or Hongjoong himself moved on.

Maybe then they could be friends.

Today was boring. Like all the other jobless days he had in the past few weeks. He woke up, ate breakfast, produced music, and took a break from producing so he could eat lunch. His mundane, albeit peaceful, routine was interrupted when Wooyoung plopped down next to him in the dining room with an evil grin on his face.

“What, you weasel?”

“I GOT THE PERFECT JOB FOR YOU!”

Hongjoong winced as Wooyoung spoke loudly. Right in his ear. Sighing, he put down his chopsticks and looked at him wearily. Wooyoung then placed down an ad and Hongjoong’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull.

“ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!”

“WHY NOT?! IT PAYS WELL AND YOU GET TO WORK FROM HOME!”

“OVER MY FUCKING DEAD BODY!”

“COME ON! PLEASE?!”

“I’M NOT BECOMING A CAMBOY!”

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Hongjoong became a camboy.

And Wooyoung was unfortunately right. It paid well.

Too well.

The first couple of months were awkward. He mainly just starred in Wooyoung’s videos either getting his dick sucked or being fed into the mattress. He’ll never admit it, but Wooyoung gave good dick. As time progressed, he started making his own videos. It simply started off as masturbation. Soon, it evolved into roleplay scenarios and getting fucked by this silicone dildo Wooyoung gifted him. He tried everything. From sticking it against a wall to fuck himself on it to straight up spreading his legs so he could thrust the dildo in and out of himself. Afterwards, he gained 500,000 subscribers within those months. He was extremely happy with the funds and viewers never insisted on showing his face. He decided that in his next video, he’ll do a Q&A session and show gratitude to his viewers’ loyalty by letting them pick what he’ll do next.

“Hi, guys! Joongbug here. So I recently discovered that I have over 500,000 subscribers! Whoo hoo!”

He giggled when he saw the congratulatory messages pop up on the live feed.

“I decided that for today, I’ll just simply answer any questions that some of you may have.”

From there, Hongjoong answered so many questions. The common ones were how did he get into it, what’s his favorite position, will Wooyoung star in the next video, and so on. As time passed, he kept answering more basic questions so the viewers could get to know him more. There was one particular question that had Hongjoong deep in thought for a while.

“User jx_c asked me “Would you ever consider meeting a fan outside of this platform? No collab to fuck or anything. Just a simple meet-up.”

Hongjoong never thought about it since he had an intense fear of getting doxxed. However, since no one asked him to show his face, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to show his face in real life. After all, this was just one viewer. He soon answered the question.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting up with a fan in real life. All I ask is that you respect my privacy. That’s it.”

Hongjoong soon moved on from that question and kept answering more before he decided to call it a night. He thanked his viewers once more and signed off before shutting down his computer and putting it away. Since he already ate dinner and showered, he laid down in bed and scrolled through his phone. A notification popped up a few seconds later and it was from the platform Hongjoong was a camboy on. Furrowing his brows curiously, he clicked on it and saw who messaged him.

jx_c: Hey. I was the one that asked that question. It might be a long shot, but fuck it. Do you want to meet up some time?

joongbug98: Hi! I actually would love to meet up some time. Is tomorrow a good time?

jx_c: Fuck it. Sure. I know this brunch place just a couple blocks from where I live. It’s the one with the pineapple souffle pancakes.

joongbug98: omg I know that place! Yeah we can totally meet up there.

jx_c: Nice! Aight bet. I’ll see you tomorrow.

joongbug98: Bye byeeeee~

Hongjoong put his phone away and went to sleep with a giddy feeling in his stomach.

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The next day, Hongjoong was at the brunch place, anticipating jx_c’s arrival. He told him to meet up around 9:45 AM, but knowing him, he likes to be up early and is cordial. So at 7:45, he woke up and got ready. At 8:45, he left the apartment before promptly showing up at the brunch place at 9:15. 30 minutes before the appointed meet-up time. As soon as 9:45 hit, he started timing this person. 30 seconds later, he felt a presence sit down in front of him.

“Holy fucking shit… Kim Hongjoong?!”

Hongjoong’s head snapped up at the velvety deep voice that apparently knew his name. He gulped nervously as he saw someone very fucking familiar sit across from him. He wrung his clammy hands and wiped the nervous sweat off his palms onto his jeans before clearing his throat. The words died in his throat, except for one name and one name only.

“C-Cho Ajax?”

Cho Ajax was Hongjoong’s best friend from middle school. They did theatre together, shared lunch almost every day, helped each other with school projects, and exchanged first kisses together. During their last year of middle school, Ajax told Hongjoong that he was moving to the States to study abroad. He promised to keep in touch with Hongjoong. And he did! Up to a certain extent though. Somewhere along the way, the two of them were busy with their lives and the communication stopped. It was a natural drift. Now here the two of them were. Sitting in front of each like they just weren’t communicating last night when Hongjoong did that live stream. He suddenly wanted to puke. Never in a million years would he have thought that his best friend would see his naked body do many provocative things just for a bag.

“I have to go. I’m sorry…”

No. Ajax wouldn’t allow that. He already let go of Hongjoong once when he had to move. He wasn’t going to do it again. Hongjoong barely brushed past him and he was found sitting back down at the table that Ajax reserved for them. Hongjoong felt flustered when Ajax wrapped his muscular and tattooed arms around his lithe waist.

“Wait. Please. Please stay…”

Hongjoong wasn’t used to this new form Ajax had. He only saw the scrawny boy with huge glasses, an ugly bowl-shaped haird, anime shirts and cargo shorts, and braces. He also had a lot of acne and couldn’t even open a jar of pickles. As he angled himself to look at Ajax better, he realized that the boy he shared his first kiss with was now a man.

‘I’m screwed.’ He thought to himself.

Ajax had definitely bulked up. His frame was lean and his forearms were inked up beautifully. He wore a three piece suit that clung to his body effortlessly and his hair was fuller, thicker, and swept back. His face held a sharp jawline, intense eyes, and clear skin. Not a spot of acne could be seen. The one thing that hasn’t changed though?

His infamous awkward smile.

“Before you ask, no I didn’t meet up with you just so I could see you again. I seriously didn’t know that it was you. I knew that your painted nail looked familiar, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I genuinely thought this was all coincidental. Now? It’s more like fate bringing us together. Hongjoong, I’m back. And I’m here to stay for good.”

Hongjoong didn’t say anything which made Ajax internally panic. He felt the nerves radiating off the smaller man’s body and he saw the uncomfortable look on his face. He sighed, realizing that his words probably meant nothing to him. He slowly loosened his hold on Hongjoong and his arms hung at his sides.

“I’m sorry for not reaching out any sooner. I’m sorry if this was how I wanted us to reunite. I’m a man of my word. I won’t dox you. You can block me if you want. I just… I hoped to see you again. Seems like it'll be the last time.”

Hongjoong’s heart broke a little upon hearing Ajax’s sorrowful words. He was sincere about this meet-up and genuinely wanted to know him for him, not the sexy camboy with the breathy moans. He wanted to leave so he could further save himself from the embarrassment. However, it has been five years since he had last seen him and he was not about to let this opportunity go. Swallowing down his embarrassment, he returned to his seat and held Ajax’s hands in his own. The man’s eyes widened yet he felt a flicker of hope in his heart as Hongjoong smiled warmly at him.

“I’m so fucking happy that you’re back, Ajax. Come on. We have a lot to catch up on.”

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That encounter was over six months ago. After that exchange, Hongjoong and Ajax met up some more. As it turns out, Ajax owned a theater company and jumpstarted many careers of so many actors and actresses. Hence, why he was a full on sugar daddy. That was their inside joke between the two of them. The more the days passed, the more Hongjoong found himself falling in love with Ajax. It was vice versa as well, except Ajax fell harder. The two soon confessed and Hongjoong found himself in a brand new relationship with Ajax.

He finally moved on from Seonghwa.

“Baby boy, I’m home!”

Hongjoong’s sock-clad feet ran across the hallway of the condo the pair moved into a few weeks ago. As soon as he saw Ajax hanging his coat and opening his arms wide for a hug, Hongjoong leapt into his arms. Ajax wrapped his arms around Hongjoong’s waist and Hongjoong wrapped his legs around Ajax’s waist and his arms around his neck. Ajax walked over to the living room couch and set Hongjoong down before kissing him deeply. Hongjoong gladly returned the kiss, tugging at Ajax’s dark locks. As soon as Ajax pulled away to catch his breath, Hongjoong decided to tease him by ensnaring his bottom lip between his teeth. Ajax chuckled darkly and traced the hem of Hongjoong’s shirt.

“If you don’t want me to jump you, then you should stop biting your lip like this!”

“But what if I want you to… master?”

Ajax shivered at the name and threw Hongjoong over his shoulder before walking over to their shared room and placing him down on their bed. He crawled on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

“Alright then, baby boy. You asked for this. And I ain’t stopping until we’re both satisfied. But you’d like that, huh?”

Hongjoong answered Ajax by fluttering his eyelashes at him flirtatiously. That’s all it took for Ajax to lose any sense of self-control and dive right into the man that was Kim motherfucking Hongjoong.

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