either way, your childhood in this alternate universe was tough, to say the least. once again, you were an orphan, except that this time, a group called glory killers took you in. the training was difficult, and half the time you felt like you were going to die, but you pulled through.

somehow, glory club found out about your sick fascination with blood and gore, no matter how much you tried to hide it. they wielded it like a weapon. you were given more brutal training than others, along with intense classes teaching you about a human body's biology that spurted the most blood and other stuff like that.

you grew up to be skilled in killing. you had survived that stupid test where they'd dumped you in the rainforest with a gun with a single bullet inside with other kids. they made you a c-rank. you went on more missions, never stopping, never resting, never even breaking a sweat. they promoted you to a-rank.

a killer does not have feelings. glory club would strictly remind you, and yet they'd turn a blind eye when you spread kindness to your other members, but then again maybe it was because it encouraged the other killers to carry out more successful missions. you never knew the cause of your special treatment.

you met apostle nathaniel when you were transferred to his hospital. back in your first life, you'd never given the man much thought, scrolling through the fight scenes with only peter on your mind. but you had to admit; the man was cute. people would usually comment on his hollow face and snake-like appearance, but your respect for him increased tenfold when you found out he loved gore and cutting up bodies almost as much as you did.

you were glad to say that the sexual tension was there. he seemed almost as interested as you as you were in him. you weren't dense. he'd give you special treatment, like easier jobs and tend personally to your wounds. he was softer with you, too.

you made it clear that you reciprocated his feelings. you smiled more around him, asked him about his day, got to know him better, and even made meals for him sometimes. a few months after being transferred to apostle nathaniel's hospital, he confessed. and of course, you'd be an idiot not to accept.

the two of you were happy. of course, the people around you (the killers and the patients) were happy too. your relationship was sweet and soft. for the one and a half years the two of you were together, you felt complete.

but you felt bad for nathaniel, too. because while you felt happy in your dream-like relationship with the man, you were just using him. manipulating him into becoming a lovesick puppy for you.

"what's wrong, darling?" you blink, shaken out from your thoughts as nathaniel looks towards you questioningly. you didn't realize you'd been staring hard at him while he interviewed a patient, a warm old lady with a big smile.

you smile up at him, just a small one, but it was enough to make his ears go red. "nothing, nathan." you reply affectionately, as the old lady fawned over the two of you, crooning about how sweet of a couple you were.

you loved killer peter because you loved how brutal the characters were when it came to murder. your friend recommended lookism and eleceed since they were well-known action manhwas, thinking that you would like them. though she didn't really understand your concept of action (namely gruesome battles, hopefully to the death), you appreciated the thought. stuff like manager kim, juvenile detention, unholy blood and killer peter though, you found those to be really good. they weren't that gore-y, but at least people wouldn't look at you weird when you say you liked those manhwas. they'd just think a girl like you would be interested in those manhwas because of the hot men (they were partially correct, you suppose).

out of all the characters in killer peter, you relish in the fact that peter himself was the best. you were a huge fan of his character. controversially, you liked the fact that he had a simple goal - to get revenge on glory club and its new leader (unlike lookism - daniel park was weird). your original goal in killer peter was to help peter achieve his goal (who were you kidding - you just wanted to see him in real life), but you realized that you could save the people peter was going to kill in the process, and hopefully use them to help peter.

you decided to start from nathaniel, then work your way from him. it was easy enough - the man was already head over heels just for a single compliment from you. it's like you were putting a blindfold over his eyes, you muse inwardly as you trot after him as he reviews the charts in his grasp, effortlessly flipping through it with one hand, his other tightly interlacing with your tinier palm, his group of a and b-rank killers trailing not far behind the two of you.

patients and employees alike smiled and bowed respectfully to the both of you as you passed by. you smile back politely, waving at people you were more familiar with, though you never left nathaniel's side. not like he would let you anyways - his grip was vice-like.

suddenly feeling bold, you halt in your steps, making your boyfriend pause as well, raising an eyebrow inquisitively as he turns towards you, only to be met by a quick yet sweet kiss pressed to his jaw.

"...what was that for?" he asks, handing his clipboard of charts to one of the killers behind, before using that same hand to softly thread his fingers through your hair.

"just because," you reply honestly, smiling up at him, before pressing another kiss to his jaw, this time letting your lips linger longer around the area. behind you, the killers immediately avert their eyes at the sweet interaction. they knew better than to stare at the two of you pda-ing - apostle nathaniel would definitely have their heads if they dared.

nathaniel's face breaks out into one of his rare soft smiles - the kind that took your breath away, since you've never seen it in the manhwa. he leans down to your height, tenderly grasping your jaw, and presses his lips to yours.

he broke away first, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head as he releases your face. "c and d-ranks will be coming to the hospital soon," he hums. "they're aiding in the hunt for peter."

"okay," you ask no questions, smiling at him as you stare deeply into his eyes. the two of you resume your walking, and the killers behind follow. "do i need to prepare anything?"

"no," he replies almost immediately, his face turning dark as he stares into nothingness. "i don't need those foolish idiots fawning over my girlfriend. i'll kill them if they do."

you chuckle, and he immediately whips his head in your direction, the murderous glint in his eyes fading into affection. "alright," you reply in a carefree tone. "i'll trust you with everything, then."

the two of you finish the rest of your rounds in comfortable silence.

★

                "MR. OH, WHERE'S PATIENT 1304'S MEDICAL RECORDS? i need them for his surgery-" you abruptly cut yourself off as you stare at the young man in front of you, staring at you with a neutral look.

the hand holding the doorknob suddenly feels clammy and moist as your face breaks into a natural smile. "oh, hello!" you greet peter. "i apologize, i didn't know anyone else was in the room."

peter stares at you more with the same neutral look, though you could glimpse his gaze narrowing slightly. a chill runs up your spine, though you remain steadfast, smiling warmly at him. "...it's fine, ma'am!" he breaks into a jovial grin, bowing to you respectfully. "i was just helping mr. oh here crack his back."

"what a skilled young man he is, too!" mr. oh butts in with a loud chuckle, slapping peter's back cheerfully. "been feeling that strain for years. with just one crack, this young man manages to fix it! oh, you need patient 1304's medical records right, miss [last name]? they're on my desk, i'll go get them now." he promptly disappears into the backroom, leaving you and peter alone in stifling silence.

"...so," you decide to break it. inwardly, your heart was thumping wildly, threatening to burst out of your chest. you give him another smile as you awkwardly adjust the files in your hands. "are you one of the hospital's interns?"

"ah, no." peter replies, watching you intently for your reaction. "i'm with glory club." he watches as you stiffen, surprise then understanding flashing in your eyes as you nod slowly. "ah, welcome then," you reply, smile growing bigger. "you're here to help search for peter, yes? good luck, then." you jump at the opportunity to get in his good books (hopefully). "he's very skilled, from what i heard. could probably take down an apostle with just his bare hands." you laugh, albeit nervously.

"speaking of which," peter decides to jump at the opportunity to ask you. "do you know anyone by the name of hyeon-il na here?"

"i don't think so," you reply honestly, shifting from foot to foot. "is he a friend of yours?"

"something like that," he brushes it aside, stepping closer to you as his eyes gleamed red. a lump formed in your throat. this was it. he was onto you. "what about apostle nathaniel, then? since you know about the glory club."

"um..." you chuckle nervously, though your mind was in a turmoil. if you lied, he'd know, and instantly kill you. but if you told him the truth, nathaniel would die faster, too. you didn't want that.

but mr. oh appeared at the right time, saving you from peter's interrogation. "ah, here we are!" he says, blissfully oblivious to the tension in the air. peter's face goes back to neutral as he steps back. "sorry, miss [last name], couldn't find it in my drawers."

"it's fine," you say a bit too quickly, grabbing the medical records as you speedwalk to the door. "thank you, mr. oh." you ignore peter as you slam the door shut behind you.

peter watches as you leave in a hurry, amusement glinting in his eyes. you were intriguing, he thinks to himself as he bows to mr. oh, before excusing himself out of the administration office. though you tried to keep a calm composure, he could see that you were brimming with excitement and awe as you conversed with him. how interesting, he muses, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips. did you know who he was? that was impossible, but not unlikely.

he'll have to keep a close eye on you.

★

                "YOU'VE ADVANCED FROM BEING A D-RANK," the older killer in front of peter says. the man tilts his head curiously, though his dark eyes remain impassive. "the doctor doesn't usually select an escort." the older man huffs, as if he himself couldn't believe it. "well... there's nothing else in particular, but when you're escorting him, you must remember these four things." the killer holds up four fingers. "first, don't talk unless he asks you a question. second, never doubt the professor's actions. third, never talk, look or even think about the doctor's woman."

"his 'woman'?" peter questions curiously, interest sparked. he didn't know apostles these days were allowed to be in relationships. back in his day, love was prohibited because it distracted the killers from their missions. anyone found to be in a relationship of any kind was silently killed.

"yeah," the older killer nods, scratching the back of his neck, as if he couldn't believe it either. "glory club doesn't usually allow killers to be in relationships, but she's a special case we're never allowed to talk about. the doctor's extremely protective of her, so unless you want to end up dead, don't interact with her in any way. her name's [name] [last name]. it'll be easy to spot her; she's the only woman allowed to stand within a metre radius of the doctor." he huffs a small laugh to himself at the joke he made, quieting down once he remembers peter standing beside him, and his face grows serious. "lastly, never decline the doctor's kindness."

his kindness? peter repeats to himself, as he follows the man towards the doors, noting how sweat dripped from his temple, as if he was scared. what is there for him to be so nervous about?

"let's hurry," the man says, speeding up towards the doors. "the doctor hates to be kept waiting." with a ding, the automated doors open wide, as if revealing peter - no, kim sun-gu to the pack of wolves waiting.

and, with a smile, the lion gladly welcomes the wolves to their demise.

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what do we think do yall want this i have a whole series planned roughly in my brain and 6 or 7 (heh...67) chapters alr written 😕✌️

Aftercare (What is he like after sex?)

Absolute king of aftercare. Doesn’t matter if you had it rough or slow, he still will be cuddling and praising you, before running you a bath or taking a shower with you. Nathaniel can’t fall asleep until he knows you are well.

Body part (Favorite body part on him and on his partner)

Since he’s insecure about his body, I feel like there isn’t anything he would like on his body. Until you compliment him enough to make him believe how good he looks. And there’s nothing wrong about him. He grows to like his face the most though.

Nathaniel loves your body from head to toe, and he doesn’t strike me as a guy who picks favourites. He loves your body as is, the whole thing. And he loves to worship it.*

(If you have a pussy, that’s where he might spend most of his time on you though.)

(*see Wild card for more)

Cum (Anything to do with it)

Nathaniel has a breeding kink rather than being possessive and wanting to cum on your body. Except for your belly, which is his next favourite after inside of you.

He also likes to see you swallow.

Dirty secret

As a responsible guy at the end of high school he already knows what he’d like to do after graduation, Nat had been thinking about becoming a police officer for a while now. And that’s how the handcuff-thing came around to him…*

(*see Wild card for more)

Experience (How experienced is he?)

Since he reads a lot, Nathaniel has seen a few explicit romance novels. Otherwise I’d say he’s pretty inexperienced. That is, until the two of you start having sex.

Favorite position

Nat likes when you’re facing him. Especially when you’re riding him and he can see all of you and the pleasure on your face. He also just enjoys lying there and staring up at you, knowing his hands on your hips are controlling your movements.

Goofy (How serious/serious is he during the deed?)

He’s a serious guy, however as he gets older his uptight behaviour will soften a bit, but he still wouldn’t like to mess around during sex. If you roleplay, then he puts out a performance, and takes the assignment very seriously. Nathaniel would want to make you moan and scream rather than giggle.

Hair (About his body hair)

He’s well trimmed, little blonde happy trail, but he’s clean everywhere else. I’d imagine he’d prefer a partner similar to him in this sense, but he’s also fine with your choices.

Intimacy (How romantic is he during it?)

Depends on the setting. He can be very romantic during a slow and sensual occasion, whispering sweet nothings and compliments the whole time, caressing your body all over, saying ‘I love you’ constantly. Nathaniel would tell you how perfect you are and kiss every space on your skin, taking his time with parts you feel the most insecure about.

He also likes some rough and fast sex. If you’re into that he’d degrade you sweetly like “Yes, you’re my little slut.”, “You’re such an eager whore for me, baby.” I feel like the sensual or kind of the mixture of both is what he’d do most.

Jack off

When you’re apart for an extended amount of time he loves to call you for a quickie or sexting with you. If not, he’ll just do it to your nudes. But he strikes me as a guy who barely watched porn before meeting you either, he just has great imagination.

Kink

Handcuffs and body worship was already mentioned, so I’ll introduce his way of dom/sub here. I wouldn’t imagine him in that exact setting, but he definitely likes to control you. Tell you what to do, grab you and move you how he likes that fit. But I just wouldn’t call this usual dom/sub dynamic, Nathaniel just likes to lead you and have control in bed too without overpowering you too much.

(note: this might sound pretty dumb, but like I don’t feel like he’d care for that. maybe it’s an undecided dom/sub dynamic idk)

Location (His favorite location)

Nothing’s better than a big bed, where you can enjoy each other and yourselves and it’s comfy. He’d definitely also install a mirror facing his big, comfy bed so he could see your perfect body from every direction.

Motivation (What turns him on?)

You in nice clothes. You in tight clothes. You in baggy clothes. You without clothes. I guess it’s just you.

And when you’re in the mood and letting him know that, he’s instantly hard.

No (Something he wouldn’t do/turn off)

Nat wouldn’t like to feel like a submissive and I think he wouldn’t enjoy it and would feel like you tried to dominate his ego. There might be a few times he’d be flexible about that, but that’s pretty much a turn off for him.

Oral (His preferences)

Giving. He just loves to hear you enjoy it, keep your thighs in place around his head.

Nat likes to receive it too, seeing your face being full with him always just makes him twitch in your throat.

Pace (How fast/rough or sensual?)

Most of the time it’s slow and sensual, that turns into rough. While staying slow, he only speeds up closing to his end. I think he’s more of a mixture, but only slow sensual happens on special occasions; and only rough and fast happens when you have to be quick.

Quickie (His opinion on it)

Nathaniel likes to take his time with you, so he doesn’t really like them, but sometimes there’s no other choice.

Risk (Does he like to experiment, take risks?)

He likes to try new things, but rarely. I think he’s better off with familiar and safe, but he’s not closed off from that, he also likes to spice up things once in a while.

Stamina (How many rounds and how long he lasts?)

A young man, who has an active lifestyle can go for rounds and rounds. That means like a lot which could altogether go on for a few hours. But that is his max, usually you do the deed for like an hour, with a ton of foreplay of course. As I said, he likes to take his time.

Toys (Does he have any? Does he like to use them?)

He doesn’t strike me like he would have any. Other than the handcuffs. But I can imagine him getting you some if you’re into that. Like a vibrator or a dildo, just to make teasing you even more enjoyable for him and less bearable for you.

Unfair (Does he like to tease?)

Nathaniel is also the master of foreplay. He likes to undress you slowly, kiss your body all over slowly and make you cum one or two times just with his mouth and finger before using his cock.

Volume (How loud is he?)

When he’s getting close and when he finishes Nat moans always and they’re always long ones. During it he tries to stay as quiet as he can (because he also has this fucked up thinking that men don’t moan during it) and you can only expect grunts and groans the whole thing.

Wild card (Random headcanon)

his silly handcuffs x body worship

“Oo, what are those for?” You ask Nathaniel excitedly, as he rolls the pair of cuffs around his slender fingers.

“Take off your clothes, baby.” Is his answer. You eagerly undress yourself, and sit at the side of the bed. “Everything.” He continues seeing you trying to leave your undergarments on. Your boyfriend usually likes to take those off himself.

After you're completely nude and sit back on his bed his next order comes. “You’re so beautiful darling. Now lay down and just put your hands above your head, to the board.” You comply, you’re inpatient to have him on you.

Nathaniel walks closer and fidgets around with the cuffs a little, as he attaches both of your hands to the headboard of his bed. He locks them and puts the key on the bedside table.

“Oh, no.” You try to break free, but it holds you in place steadily. “What do I do now? I’m helpless here, Nat!” You say playfully, as he gets rid of his shirt. He only smirks at you, before climbing on top of you and kissing you passionately. Out of habit you try to move your hands and hug him, but your restraints aren't letting you. He pulls away smirking as he starts his way down on your body.

He first peppers your cheeks and jaw with soft kisses, then he lowers to your neck. Nathaniel isn’t that possessive, so he won’t leave marks, just sucks your skin in lightly, that makes your body tingle. And your voice to be finally heard, like music for his ears. His kisses leave your skin glistening from his spit as he goes over your collarbone. Just then you feel his hands grabbing your hips, thumbs drawing circles on you. He’s so gentle. And such a tease…

Soon, he’s resigning on your nipples. He sloppily licks around one of them first then takes it into his mouth and starts sucking on it slightly. Hands on your hips grab you harder and he groans while going to the other side.

“You have the most gorgeous body.” He breathes, before doing the same procedure on your other nipple.

“Thank you.” You moan out as you feel his mouth around your nipple again. You keep on puffing out small and quiet whimpers, letting him know how much you enjoy his actions.

After spending enough time on your chest, he continues his travel downward with his heated mouth, his hands wander down to your thighs. Nathaniel slowly kisses your belly, while his eyes meet yours. You usually close yours out of instinct, but now you keep them open and seeing him looking up at you with such love and adoration turns you on even more. Must have had an effect on Nat too, because his hands suddenly bully themselves under you, gripping your butt instead of your thighs. The surprise makes you moan out loud.

“Nat!”

He goes back to his kisses, finally reaching his destination between your legs and ending his spit trail under your abdomen…

X-ray (What’s going on under his clothes?)

Nathaniel is circumcised and he’s more on the longer side. Like he is poking at your stomach from the inside, rather than having a problem with putting it in. And since he’s slender there are definitely veins going on.

Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

If you guys have a long session, he can go for a full day after without sex. Or have sex every single day, in case you have extra 1-2 hours to mess around always. He’s considerate of your needs too and tries to not push you or leave you unsatisfied, so he tries to make his drive matching yours.

Zzz (How quickly he falls asleep after?)

The long rounds tire him out of course, but he can’t sleep until making sure you are taken care of. After a comforting and loving aftercare he quickly dozes off in your arms.

+ Bonus

By marrying him, you knew exactly what to expect. And so did he.

Nathanaël spent most of his time at the hospital, and whatever time he had left doing night shifts. So whenever he had to work at night, he would send you a message, something like: “Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be home late. Goodnight, treasure.”

Except today, you hadn’t received any message. So you waited. Because on the rare occasions when he didn't send you messages, he usually came home early enough for the two of you to eat together.

Sitting on the same chair for the past thirty minutes, you flipped through your book without really reading a single word. Your eyes kept drifting toward the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, while your fingers tapped against the cover of the book you had just closed.

What if he had simply forgotten to warn you? Maybe he had just fallen asleep at his desk.

Sighing, you stared at the steaming plate of Bulgogi slowly turning cold. It wasn’t going to be for tonight.

It was only when you had finally convinced yourself he wouldn’t come home that you heard a key slide into the door lock.

In one clumsy movement, you jumped to your feet so quickly that the chair you had been sitting on fell over. And the moment you caught sight of his green hair, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out happily:

— NATHANAËL!

You threw yourself into his arms without warning, making him drop his bag onto the floor so he could lift you up with unsettling ease.

A wide smile spread across his tired face while you buried your head in his neck, breathing in his cologne.

Everything about him reassured you: his arms around you, the warmth of his body, the hand resting on your waist...

You stayed like that for a long time, kissing each other. And he realized just how fulfilled he felt when he saw your lips curl into a smile as you pointed toward the dining table, where his favorite dish was waiting.

— Come on, Nath, it’s going to get cold!