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doubledown · 10 months

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Yall already know the drill no MLM fetish people as for minors go while I'd prefer you not to interact I cant control what you do

So this is abit of a specific fic for a certain someone ( you know who you are pooks 💕 )

The reader is Latino with a brown complextion feel free to imagine them in whatever shade you want

The reader will be male and masc terms will be used for them

Some Spanish will be in this used in this fic but a translation with be provided so dont worry about havin to go to google translate

This will most likely be around 2 or 3 parts depending on my motivation

ALSO I HAVE NOT WATCHED THE MOVIE so uh if its not like canon him I'm sorry 🧍‍♀️

Degration, Hook up, Hand job, Public Sex, Cheating, S_lf h_rm ( not described implied tho ), HEAVY Voice Kink

HEAVY on criticism. Trying out a new writing style since I noticed that the one I currently due really doesn't stimulate my brain enough which leads to writer's block. SO YEAH LMFAO HAVE FUN ( P.S THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITEEE AND IT IS KINDA LONG SO SEAT BACKK AND ENJOYYYYYYY )🧍‍♀️

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Your mama says I'm a fool

And yeah, maybe that's true 'cause I can't

stop thinkin' 'bout you

I'm tryin'

I'm tryin' not to forget my words

'Cause when I'm around you, I tend to keep

changin' my mind

Miguel murmered as the smell of heavy whiskey and cheap liquor crowded around him. He wasn't a drinker at all. He hadn't even thought about it. Well.....not until today. Everything was just going to shit. So he figured he drown himself in something other then self destruction and exhaustion. At least this would kill his worries for awhile after all what's the point of multiverse travel if you couldn't do somewhere where you were unknown? A place you could simply escape without anybody finding you or judging you for your actions. Nobody to put a strong and dominate front for. Just simply unknown and out of touch. " What's on your mind to drink tonight? " The bartender asked abit of a friendly smile on his face. Miguel honestly didn't know what to choose so he just said the first brand of liquor that came to mind. " Just a few shots of fireball.." He said resting his arms on the bar. " Alright hot shot your drinks will be ready in abit. " The bartender said quickly soon off to go take other orders while simultaneously making drinks. He couldn't say he wasn't impressed in all honesty but he had seen it done by failedly by parker. He always tended to try things that really didn't suit him. The bartender looked up and Miguel heart almost sunk in his chest when he spoke. " Buyin a drink or did ya miss me y/n? " The bartender asked leaning over the bar giving a peck on the lips to you.

He couldn't look. He wouldn't look. Yet the gentle rumble in your voice was something that always had a hold on him. " Why not both? " You teased catching onto your lover's lip in your teeth before letting go with a smirk. " You know what I like cariño. " [ darling/dear ] Cariño. Cariño Cariño Cariño Cariño...Even after years away from each other the word still made him his heart burn. Just the way your accent just drove him mad was something that he couldn't even begin to explain. Yet he knew it wasn't his place to feel that way nor right. You two were seperated now. But he wished that things had gone very differently.

" Miguel......Surprised to see you here. " You said your tone neutral but he could feel the hiss of anger in your eyes. You two broke up on a rather...messy note. Things were just too much and miguel wasn't excatly helping with being fuckin spider man and shit. You didn't- No. You couldn't do it. You weren't gonna live in fear that somebody may one day hurt you because they may have followed him home or some shit. So you suggested he retire from doing the whole superhero thing. And he didn't at all take it well. The two of you argued about it for days which turned into weeks. Things were said and one thing led to the other and soon you two weren't even remotely related anymore. He choose people he didn't even know over you. And it stung like hell. But you moved on and forward. And to see him in such a low state....it....it messed with you abit. It brought back some things that you really wished you had buried lower..

" Y/N. It's nice to see you again. " He said with a small smile. You had always been rather...eye pleasing to put it appropriately. Everything just fit so perfectly on you. Every feature on your face to every hair on you head was completely and utterly put together so...Intoxicatingly. And your voice....fuck your voice.... " Ah Im guessin you guys have past? " The voice of your lover pulled him away before his thoughts had a chance to tip off. " Yeah. He's an old friend. " You said simply without bothering to look at the other man. You already you tired from work and really didnt want want to deal with your partner gettin all pissy that your ex is here. " Just a shot of jack daniels Mí Corazón. " you purred. [ My heart ] You knew what your voice did to Miguel. You know what you could gain from him just with a few soft I love yous or just simply saying his name the way he liked. He was a slut for words. Literally. And you had no sympthay for him left in you to care. After all it seemed more like a personal problem then anything. Sucks to suck.

You sat down next to Miguel resting you arms on the bar slightly leaning just enough for that slight arch in your back to show. It was wrong you knew that. Quietly seducing your ex while your partner was right in front of you. But after all you had to return the favor. Finding those texts from all those different guys. You wondered how many times he had fucked some guy while on shift. More importantly how many of them were here now. Miguel was weak when it came to you. He always had been. And the way he shifted in his seat when ever you spoke or the way he seemed so dazzedly focused on your features only proved that he still was a little whore for you. But you weren't gonna simply just give him what he wanted. No. That be too merciful. He needed to beg. Like bitch in heat. He needed to beg like fucking him was a need. Like he couldn't survive without you stuffing him full of what he knew craved.

Miguel cleared his throat and diverted his eyes to his drink as the bartender brough back his drink. " I didn't know you were into liquor. " You said with abit of a curious tone. When did he start drinking?? He always had hated the smell of alcohol at least you thought he did. He used to get onto you about drinking all the time goin on and on about how it could mess up your liver and such. Yet here he was puttin his feelings into a cup. Crazy how things change. " And I thought you didn't fall under stress. " He muttered taking drinking it down in a quick motion. He gagged slightly before swallowing a rather displeasing look on his face. " What? The bite too much for you amor? " [ Love ] You snarked a teasing smile on your face. " No. It's just stronger then what I'm used to. " He mumbled clearly embarrassed by his own reaction. The wound between you too was still fairly fresh. Even more unattended then you both thought. The dismissed jab from Miguel only just proved it.

You swished your drink around not even really wantin it in all honesty. It just felt all surreal and awkward having him around. It just didn't feel natural anymore. And you hated it so fuckin much. Your thoughts were brought out by your rather oblivious boyfriend giving you a kiss on the forehead. " Hey sorry to interrupt you in your space but I gotta head out for a bit. A friend from work needs help movin some furniture. " He said with a smile. " Don't worry about the bar ken is already gettin ready for his shift. " He continued giving you a finally peck before leaving. So that's how he did it. He made a lame ass excuse and left before he could be asked questions. Huh. It was the only thought that came into your mind. At this point feelin guilty was out of the picture entirely. After all if he could go have fun why couldn't you.

You leaned up slightly your left hand grazing the other's thigh as he stiffened. He looked at you confusedly and you simply looked at him for permission. You had always been abit of a fan for open things. It obviously took him a minute to realize what you wanted to do and the clear surprise look on his face almost made you laugh. Yet odd enough he moved his seat abit closer to you despite it. " Hm. Seems like somebody missed old times. " You hummed to yourself teasing his cock through his jeans. He shifted in his seat as he rested his hand on his forehead trying his hardest not to thrust up for attention. You slowly but carefully unzipped his jeans and the entire time the poor man was figiting in his seat. " Desperate much? " You murmed loosely as you teased the head of his swollen cock.

He huffed sharply as he shifted his weight toward your as you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock and pumped it at a rather fast pace. A small whimper came from his throat as you stroked him precum dripping as your pace became relentless. He put his head down on the bar ledge his one hand covering his mouth trying so hard to quiet his soft rambles of pleasure. He twitched and pulsed as what seemed like hours to him as his responses simply got harder and harder to hide. At this point he was pratically mind numb with pleasure and being a whiny mess of a man. Yet you weren't done with your pretty boy just yet. Things were simply getting started.

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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hii bb!! love ur stories sm

do u think u could do a angst jess mariano imagine where the reader is in a relationship with someone else and jess get really upset and jealous and ends up confessing his love to the reader x.🤍

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄 !

pairings! — jess mariano x fem reader

warnings! — cheating (kind of), cursing (…LMFAO), lowk jess being a fluffy bitch so watch out

a/n! — this is kinda out of character for jess imo??? BUTTTT I LOVED WRITING IT. i love this idea + jess just being a fucking lovebot. i want to kiss his face (if you can’t tell from the picture)

THE TEENAGE BOY sat on the steps of the Stars Hollow gazebo, his eyes locked on his best friend laughing with another guy across the town square. They were both drinking coffee and seemed lost in their own world, completely oblivious to Jess's presence. He'd known you'd been seeing a guy for a few weeks now. But anytime he'd ask about him, you would change the subject. Jess was doubting himself at this point. Why would his best friend lie about her very own boyfriend to him?

It was a few days later that Jess was finally blessed with his presence — Daniel was his name, a pretty boring name for the burnout that he was. He wasn't anything special to Jess. Just a tall guy with greasy hair and a shitty sense of humor. To you, he was a good time. Something that most of the Stars Hollow residents lacked.

Friday afternoon marked four weeks since Daniel first locked eyes on you, vowing to his friends that he was gonna win you over. He wrote his number on a cigarette that he offered you which was quite the distinctive ask out. Ever since the boy had entered your life the other boy in your life, your best friend (the asshole + idiot) Jess Mariano, had been a bit slaggish. It wasn't that he was rude to you outright but he seemed uninterested and... different.

You finished your afternoon of homework by replacing your jeans with a pair of comfortable shorts, awaiting a much needed night in. A knock on the door kickstarted your heart a bit, not expecting anyone until later (the takeout guy and your friend Rory, who are not the same person). When you opened the door, revealing an intense Jess. He didn't say a word as he sunk into his jean jacket in the cold weather. You stepped aside to let him in, the worried look on his face enough to suffice as an excuse to let him in. Despite his asshole attitude the past few weeks. "What's going on?" Your voice was hesitant, unsure of the possibilities of Jess's ulterior mood.

"It's... it's Daniel. I don't fucking trust him," he muttered like it was nothing making you sigh. "I can't explain why, I just... I dunno. He looks at you like a freak and I don't think he's good for you." He admitted straightforward whole fumbling with his pockets. It was a rare sight to see Jess anything less than... how do I put this lightly? A cynical, judgmental, cocky bastard.

So this was a sight to see. He was confident in his words but an internal conflict was dragging him down revealing an inner mood. "What are you.." Your voice trailed off in pure confusion. Reminiscent on the idea that this is why Jess has been so on edge lately. "Where are you even getting this from?" A stern look took over your face.

"Listen to me, Y/N. Something's off about this guy. Everyone can see it." Jess snapped before he sighed and attempted to calm himself down. He didn't want to get angry at you, that was the last resort actually. "What if we just followed him? Just for one day? We would find something-"

"What the hell? No!" You interjected in genuine question if your best friend had gone mad. "Can you stop accusing him of being a dick? Does this get you off?"

The two had gone silent as they both swallowed your words. There was a hint of regret on your behalf even though Jess was showing signs of insanity. He stepped forward, his hand placing a gentle hold on your arm. He was desperate and it showed. "I'm telling you, something's wrong with that guy. I can't tell you why... or how, I just feel it. Believe me, please. For me?"

You contemplated his words for a moment before looking him in the eye directly. Now or never. "Is it that or something else?" You hushed, a hasty breath releasing. "What do you..." His voice was soft, which you'd never experienced from Jess. He tried to sound curious and failed miserably when he took a deep breath.

Another silence fell over the two when she tried to decipher what he was thinking. She had no idea which route to take. "Are you upset that we don't see each-other anymore? I know I've been distant lately but you can't just put the blame on Danny, Jess."

Safe route.

His hand ran down her forearm to play with her fingers unintentionally. Jess was silent which showcased his answer. You were right and he didn't want to admit how much that affected him, or how much that was apart of the problem. He also half expected you to say something else but realized how idiotic that thought was. "It's true... but only because I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt or whatever... you know?" Once again, safe route. Or as I would say... bullshit.

"Are you sure about that?" Your voice came just below a whisper hardly enough for either of you to hear. His face seemed to harden at the accusation he wanted you to believe him. "Can't you just believe the 'I miss you' lame thing?" He attempted to joke with a straight face. You didn't budge and let out a soft breath before glancing away. "What do you want me to tell you, Y/N?" Jess's voice raised into a heavier tone seemingly upset with his best friend's lack of belief.

"That you love me," you uttered even shocking yourself. Jess quite literally couldn't believe his ears. He didn't waste anytime to do the thing he couldn't stop thinking about anytime he saw you. Jess stepped forward with your faces nearly touching. "I do love you."

Now was your opportunity to not waste any time. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. A sudden surprise for Jess, which he obviously appreciated. The short but passionate kiss was ended with a soft breath, only for him make an attempt to take the lead. He took a deep breath and pulled you back into him. A deeper and more intense kiss coming over the both of you. You were soft and sweet in his arms that were now tangling around you. Due to dire need of oxygen (sadly) your lips were pulled apart. The elephant in the room needed to be addressed and no I'm not talking about your dad's elephant hat. "What are you gonna tell the asshole?"

"Jess," You warned teasingly being brought out of your trance. "That I'm the asshole. I shouldn't have stringed him along like this. I know we weren't exclusive or anything but... I feel really bad. Because I've been in love with my best friend for a long fucking time."

Jess had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from kissing you again. A new addiction of his has occurred and they were called your lips. This conversation was heavy on your heart, you needed his advice rather than his spit. "How do you think he'll react?"

"Well how would you react?" You scoffed before pressing your head against the wall. "He'll take it out on me, not you. I'm sure." This was the time Jess realized this situation would have consequences to be dealt with. Something he was never too fond of. He liked living life his way, not with a barrier. The thought of Daniel being pissed at you made him want to knock him out, which to be fair is something he's wanted to do for a long time. Jess pressed his lips to your cheek softly, in an attempt of comfort. A sweeter Jess was something you'd never seen. But you weren't arguing.

"I'll talk to him if you want... I promise to call him Daniel and not Dickwad." Jess teased with his nose pressed to the side of your face. You giggled before turning towards him. "That might not be the best idea since I just spent my evening confessing my love to you."

"Fair enough." Now was his turn to laugh shining his crooked grin you were so fond of. "I'll wait outside with a crowbar for him and a kiss for you." Jess's joke made you playfully roll his eyes before leaning in for a soft kiss. You wanted to take in as much as this moment as possible. It was still unbelievable. "I'm yours, I'll be there for whatever you need. Like your own personal Bosley?"

"Does that make me your angel?" You teased while he replied with his lips touching yours for the seventh millionth time that evening. But you knew you'd never get sick of this feeling. Neither of you could bare to hold back as you fell deeper into the kiss. When you finally pulled apart he was full of energy and adrenaline. He could run a marathon screaming about how he was kissing the girl he loved loudly. He wanted to know how you felt about him too. "Tell me I'm the only one for you," He whispered intensely. Jess's look was pure fire as he intensely looked into your eyes.

"I love you, Jess Mariano. Only you."

"Good. Now let's watch Detroit Rock City."

"Hey!"

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foggieststars · 13 days

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how do u think a younger!charles and older!max dynamic would be different than same age!lestappen? ever since u mentioned ur new wip… i’ve been going a little insane

yeah. me too anon...

ok i'm putting a cut in here because i rambled for SO long abt like. just lestappen to be honest

honestly i think my fic is probably not the right place to like. properly explore this because it's a time slip au so like. charles knows what His max is like and they've still grown up together etc but his big dilemma is trying to marry that together in his head with older max. because charles knows like. pre-world champion borderline mad max era max and then when he's confronted with a more mature older max it's difficult for him to reconcile......like i've been doing research for the winner's room au and in 2019 seb and lewis were still publicly saying that they race max differently to others because he's fucking crazy so LMFAO

but also charles in 2018 was still very much. a bit of a hater.....like i know for the past couple of years they've been all smiles and like oh we have a good relationship! in the past it was tense :))) but we're all good now! but in 2018 charles was very much like. i can't say we have a good relationship but I'm Not Here To Make Friends .... and max was literally silent abt it....so from the perspective of an age gap it's very much charles trying to be like. how the fuck is my older self in a relationship with MAX VERSTAPPEN and also why's he so soft and goofy and genuine and charming oh......dear.....what if he fucked me so i can get back to my original timestream.......

but honestly for a proper age difference au i struggle to say. bcs so much of lestappen to me is their history so divorced from that i think their dynamic would be very different and like. i hesitate to say not as compelling.....like. i'm so sorry to quote jos verstappen but this quote about them during their karting days lives in my mind rent free

A PROPHECY................ like to me this is why age gap lestappen is honestly for me. purely about getting to write older max fucking sauber charles. because sauber charles was still like. not that charles is exactly a rippling muscle monster now but like. in 2018 he was a tad more twinky....and max is like. Bigger now. so for me it's about aesthetics literally just because of the fact that like. to me it's always about the History.

ALSO i can't remember who said it i think it was one of my mutuals so full credit to whichever big brained beauty said this. but they pointed out that like. when max started driving lewis and seb and kimi etc always described his driving as over the line but charles has ALWAYS described driving against max as 'on the limit' and like. they know each other well from their karting days and they know how to race each other.............god. much to think about

however i think a true age gap au would have max being irritated by charles treating him exactly how max used to treat older drivers and just being fucking crazy. because max might have the mad max rep but like. charles is not exactly the epitome of safe sane and consensual racing himself.....anybody remember monza 2023

having said all that. please go and read frechheit by @additiva . i find lestappen age gap SO unbelievably compelling in this fic like. it is absolutely delicious and i think will satisfy your need for age gap lestappen and like. still somehow draws in all the regular lestappen insanity....being soulmates and knowing exactly how to race each other even sort of divorced from their history and it is just Brilliant !!

sorry for not answering your question at all. i'm so glad ur excited for the fic though ily <3

#ask #i'm actually embarrassed about how much i wrote #this is just me yapping about lestappen and not answering your question at all anon. i'm so sorry #lestappen #i hate tagging it cos i don't want it to end up in the tag but. i also know some people need it blocked so...

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snenbubs · 6 months

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Okay so early my Dumas was chewing on a glowstick idk why I like the crunch and my brother tells me to stop before I krill myself and I looked him dead in the eyes and bit tf out of the glowstick breaking it and green chimalcs are just coming out of my mouth,and while I was trying to clean my mouth I was wondering what if mammon had an s/o who's very playful and he'll just find them throwing those little tiny ass demons in the air or just straigh has a fucking tea party with them

(I think their called underlings)

Idk why I'm requesting this I'm just very eepy and want to chew on a glowstick anyways have an amazing day

Ps funny pictures

HELLO!! SORRY I DIDNT RESPOND TO THIS RIGHT AWAY I NORMALLY DO I WAS SICK

also LMFAO IM CRYING I HAD TO SHOW THIS ASK TO MY FRIENDS CUZ IT WAS JUST ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, I HOPE UR OKAY PLS DONT DIGEST GLOW STICKS!!

I do absolutely love this idea though, so here u go!! I'll do HCs but if u want me to write like, a one-shot for this just leave an ask! :D

- Mammon is very playful himself, so i think thats definitely where the attraction lies between you both! He can get so serious at times, but its always easy for him to unwind when you are there, joking about and toying and laughing with him.

- You are absolutely, completely and utterly crazy but he adores it so so much.

- When the two of you first met, he thought it was an act, much like his touchy-feely friendly jester persona. He thought that you put on this entertaining personality for those around you, and it worked, clearly, as it drew him in so intently.

- SO, when he quickly found out that it wasn't an act, was he GLAD.

- You both definitely play pranks on the other sins or royals.

- Nothing too serious, it wont get you in trouble! But, a pail of water on Asmodeus' firey head is sure to get a rumble going. Honey in the pillows of Beezlebub. Just enough to have them angrily shaking their fists as the two of you giggle and laugh amonst yourselves.

- However, though he can bounce off of your playful personality well, there are moments where you catch him off guard.

- The time he caught you eating a glowstick was utterly HORRIFIC. He wasn't sure if the chemicals could hurt you the same way they did with humans on Earth, but he was NOT taking that risk.

- Que him chasing you around like a dog with chocolate.

- His underlings both love you and fear you, because how you treat them depends on your mood;

- If your happy, your playful personality will leave them joyous and replenished, a nice addition to the stressing job of serving Mammon.

- You throw tea parties for them a lot! Mammon didn't know about this for a LONG while as you mostly did it when he wasn't around, knowing his keen nature for work.

- These tea parties however aren't the fancy kind most royals would be into. The kinds that, as Mammon's partner, you're supposed to be into. No these are more like that of a mad-hatters tea party; the table is too small for you because most butler imps and hellborns are tiny. Tea is being spilt. The food is on fire. It's just absolute chaos.

- The shock on Mammon's face when he found out these things were occuring under his manors roof was something you wish you could have taken a picture of.

- But he couldn't stay angry at you.

- On the other hand, when you're upset, those poor underlings are being THROWN.

- It's not even like an accidental, in the moment thing. You just enjoy throwing them. Mammon has even bought you a few personal underlings that are specially used for throwing. He really cares about your hobbies.

- Now then... this playful personality of yours is very helpful when it comes to flustering Mammon.

- You tease him a lot, flirtatously.

- He's all bark no bite. Great at dishing out commente that'll have you flushed but so horribly bad at taking it.

- So, just one little comment; maybe mocking his accent seductively, will have him looking away all shy and meek.

- All in all, it's your playful personality that draws Mammon toward you, he loves how easy he can get along with you and how you always know how to bring a smile to his face. Being a Royal Sin is hard but knowing that you will always be there for him is what gets him through each Hellish day.

I hope you like this!!! :D feel free to leave me more reqs i rlly like them! ur my no.1 fan forreal

ps. that picture is both really funny and horrifically scary omg 😭

#mammon hb #mammon hb x reader #hb mammon #helluva boss x reader #mammon helluva boss #i love him #i need him so bad #he is so cute #and silly #i hope he has a lovely day #and i hopd you have a lovely day

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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mr. and mrs. kim | knj

-> pairing assassin!namjoon x assassin!f. reader

-> genre action & smut — ft. mr. and mrs. smith AU

-> summary you’ve never wished to find out your husband is an assassin by learning he’s your next target; the same goes for him. or that one scene from mr. and mrs. smith 👀

-> word count 4.6k

-> warnings swearing, violence, use of guns, description of bruises, blood, namjoon calls reader sweetheart, fist fight on both parts, explicit description of pain, daddy kink used in a jokingly matter, lots of breaking each other as much as possible, they’re madly in love.

-> for the smut warnings no protection, biting, slight handjob? dirtytalk (more like lovetalk lmfao), rough and sensual smut!

-> author's note yes, i saw that one scene in mr. and mrs. smith and pictured joon instead of brad pitt. but i mean, i'm not even mad about it 👀 i recommend listening to express yourself in the fight scene and lay, lady lay at the smut for a better effect!! (both songs are from the soundtrack of the film) i do not own mr. and mrs. smith and this is just for funsies!! all credit goes to that film for the original plot <3 and i should quickly note that this is my first attempt at writing action so please be gentle with me. it’s pure practice for my writing skills so take it with ease if it’s not perfect. thank you. 🫶🏽

You knew he was on his way. It’s no lie that the secret was out regarding the both of you. Being married to an assassin while being one yourself had its consequences. Consequences being he’s actually a target and you for him. So it’ll be a game of cat and mouse when Namjoon walks in, most likely not aware that you’re strapped to two shotguns and waiting by the stairs, ready to kill.

It’s your job, you have to remind yourself. Namjoon is and will always be the love of your life, but it’s important for your agency that he’s gone. He’s a threat and threats get in the way — hence why you’re so committed to doing this.

Your colleagues tried to talk you out of it, saying they’d do it for you. But you knew your husband, his speed and his steps that could be recognized from miles away. It’s easy peasy for you and not likely for them. With enough persuasion from your side, they let it go and assigned you to kill your husband, Kim Namjoon.

It’s gone quiet in the house, the leaves from the outside trees hugging it being the only sound heard. The anticipation is driving you mad. You just need to get this over with and with no luck on your side, you’re dressed in the black dress from dinner. The dinner reservation in which Namjoon had for the both of you. Later you danced tango like you were the only two on the dancefloor. To be 100% honest here, you’d kill each other if the restaurant wasn’t as packed. He knew, you knew and you could barely hold it within yourselves. There was some teasing. Namjoon had studied your back and butt only to look for your pocket knife which was strapped to your thigh. The same went for you, twirling yourself around, hands trailing down as you went and found his hidden gun — strapped to his shin, of course. He continuously whispered to you, hinting at what was bound to happen — your death, caused by him and his ridiculous gun.

You were the smart one, whereas Namjoon was quick on his feet. It didn’t surprise him one bit when you fooled him into believing you’re affected by him holding himself to the job and walking away. When in reality it was a distraction and an easier way for you to get home, and kill him on sight as soon as he arrives.

And now you’re here, waiting.

The stairs were directed to the door. With a quick click he’d be gone and bleeding out by your front door and you would win. But that’s not exactly what happens…

You’re both trained assassins, some would say professional. You’ve never backed away from a job and neither has Namjoon. Which explains why you’re both dedicated and won’t let the love you have for each other get in the way.

Your eyes are quick to catch the corner of the picture frame, holding the wedding picture of you and Namjoon on your wedding day. This motherfucker.

You pull the trigger, the bullet going through the wall which leads to the corridor. Wood breaks and you’ve now officially ruined your wall, but you could care less. The sound from the gunshots are bearable, you’ve heard worse and yet the hole expands in your wall as pieces of wood fly all over. Namjoon hasn’t said anything. You add a joking tone to the situation because this might be the last time you can joke with your husband.

‘’You still alive baby?’’ Your grasp loosens on your gun, eyes peeking through the hole from afar, awaiting just anything from Namjoon.

Noises erupt by the stairs, groans you’d say and a sudden noise of Namjoon seemingly dropping his gun to the floor. If he really thinks you’re buying that, he has to think again.

He acts quicker than you, aiming his gun through the hole which goes straight to the wall behind you. You tumble down the stairs, your body aching by the fall as shots are still being pulled by Namjoon. Finally finding a decent posture, you shoot back but sadly miss.

Namjoon walks around the staircase, so you rush downstairs to get another aim at him before he gets you first. With a deep sigh, you pull yourself from the wall, meeting him halfway as he repeatedly fires at you with his lame little gun, all while you slide across the floor. Knees scraping on the black wood, shooting with every bullet you have strapped on you.

You both miss. Panting for relief as you reload. Pathetic.

With a swift turn, Namjoon is out of sight. He’s disappeared inside the house again, thinking you’ll play hide and seek. Funny, really. You turn your head sideways, both handles of your gun pushing down on your thighs as you try and keep them up.

It’s gone quiet again. You’ve lost sight of Namjoon and the score is about to hit one to zero until a clinky sound is heard in front of you. Bingo.

You shoot straight for the wall, in hopes of it hitting Namjoon’s head like in those video games. He’s quick on his feet. Running in the other direction as you continue to fire through the wall with hopes bigger than Namjoon’s chest.

It’s no succes. Your bullets haven’t even scraped Namjoon. He surprises you, by sliding across the floor, firing — his hopes just as big as yours to aim and hit. Only to land in the kitchen.

You’re tired of going soft on him. He’s clearly not going soft on you. So you strut, firing as it blares across the room. Streaks of light pan across the dark kitchen. Namjoon shields himself with the fridges door as all beverages explode all over when your bullets shoot through it.

You’re shooting with everything you have. Namjoon finally hides by the sink in aspiration of you having to reload so he can plan his next attack. Everything on the kitchen counter flies across the room, sounds meshing against each other creating a huge fuss which would highly wake the whole neighborhood.

You don’t run out yet Namjoon throws a butcher knife right where you stand. With quick reflexes you manage to hide behind the wall, taking the time to breathe.

‘’Your aim is just as bad as your cooking, sweetheart.’’ He’s caught onto your amusing tone, adding some himself. What a dick.

You reload with no thoughts filling your head, ready to show him how good you aim.

‘’And that says something!’’ He continues, shouting across the kitchen. Funny how he says that, yet he’s the one hiding while you’re standing. Idiot.

You lead yourself by your gun, the bullets hitting everything that surrounds your now destroyed kitchen. You’re too late to notice the subbly tube pointing towards you as you fire directly onto it. A huge explosion breaks out and you jump to the corridor to save yourself.

With a stump, you land flatly on your back. A grunt escapes your lips just as Namjoon comes out from the fire, attacking you with his left arm right in your stomach.

You’re both out of guns, them sprawled out in the house or unloaded so now, you’ll have to fight like the old times.

There’s a rule in the assassin world, if you’d ever call it that. Gender does not play a part when it comes to a fight. And you find it kind of comical that you’d be here, fighting your husband with nothing but fists.

Namjoon is strong, his arms being bigger than both of your hands combined. With — what seems to be anger — he pulls you with him. Pushing you hard against the wall as he punches you right in the gut. You grunt out of pain, it becoming worse with each hit from Namjoon.

But mama ain’t raised no bitch. So with whatever force you carry, you slide down the wall, Namjoon’s elbow forming a hole in it as he’s missed your face.

You twirl around him, pushing his head up the wall with a hard knock. Namjoon lowly grunts as he pulls himself up again, catching up on you. You’re just in the hunt for a gun so he’ll be out in no time, although Namjoon loves to drag this one with a little play fighting.

By the corridor, Namjoon swings his fist in the air, only for you to push him towards the bookcase, frames and vases snipping and biting at his skin. Glasses and ceramics break along, the high pitch noises covering the scene.

The lamp in which Namjoon’s aunt gave you, survived the attack of Namjoon’s body dragging itself so you take it. Holding it up with two arms and dropping it on Namjoon only for him to cover his face with his arm. Fuck.

You step back, Namjoon regaining strength and with a quick movement, he shoves you up the wall — not in the hot way — your body landing hard against the hardwood. With a scream out of pain from you, Namjoon still holds you by the collar of your dress. Almost as if you’re his dog and you’re going for a walk. Again, not in a hot way. It amazes you how hot a fighting scene can be. Easily this would be rough sex like the world is ending tomorrow, without guns.

Namjoon continues to slam your body against anything that comes in sight. He wants your body sore so you’re easier to kill — oh right, killing. That’s what’s still going on.

Namjoon effortlessly throws you over the dining table. Your body landing hard on a now, broken wooden chair. Fuck, this hurts a lot. But you’re not letting him win.

He’s out of sight for now, but without the guns he’s not running away. Instead walking closely up behind. Your eyes scan whatever is in front of you. With sudden luck, a silver trophy in the corner waves a quick hello and you grab it, wrapping it in some remaining curtain. Most of the curtain is destroyed, not at all by you and your husband's competitiveness and determination.

His steps reach you closer and his cocky voice speaks, another joke rolling off his tongue, ‘’Come to daddy.’’ You smirk at the nickname he’s given himself. Fucking bastard.

You turn, Namjoon’s fist being in position to fight but you smack him across the face with the trophy. A loud clunk is heard when his cheek comes in contact with it and you smile in satisfaction. With the curtain you put it around his neck, only to headbutt him and send him flying with your foot to the glass cabinet. Ouch. That will surely leave a mark. The glass is sprawled out in small pieces all around Namjoon’s form. You never saw a day coming where you’re actually pleased with a sight of him beneath you.

‘’Who’s your daddy now?’’ Perfect way to bite him at it. Now you have time enough to run for your shotgun, which lies where you left it.

Behind you, you hear the glass clinking against each other and you’re guessing Namjoon is back on the run again.

Just as your hands go to grab the hold of your gun, Namjoon kicks it further away. Landing precisely under the couch. You don’t hold back, moving towards it only for Namjoon to tackle you, landing right under you.

You don’t even think twice before punching him with every force left in you. His face is already painted in blood, seeping from his forehead and cheek. He’s growing purple by the cheekbone.

‘’Fuck–’’ He manages to throw in, your fist still landing firmly on his cheek. The blood spears from his cheek with each passing hit. Namjoon pushes you back, your bodies now rolling against some glass and chipped wood. He’s landed on top of you, his hands trying to choke you. His dimples are prominent, amused by the situation of you always ending beneath him.

Your brows pinch towards one another. You manage to pull his tie, hard enough so he hits his head on the floor. Your arms wrap around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him all while your legs are wrapped around his waist. It’s not likely you’re using this position while fully clothed. But the surroundings and situation are different.

You’ve secured yourself so tight around him, Namjoon manages to get up all while you’re still wrapped around him.

You didn’t expect any less from him when he starts pushing you towards anything sharp, for instance the mirror by the front door. It’s a hard hit and you almost lose your breath as the cuts evolve on your back by the glass.

Namjoon needs to breathe as well, his face almost beat red. He quickly loosens his tie all while you’re still half conscious. But you’re actually just using an old trick. The classic ‘acting like I’m out of it when in reality, I’ve grabbed the nearest object and will attack at any moment’. With no heads up, you clap with both hands occupied by small vases as they crash onto Namjoon’s ears. The pieces fly off everywhere, cutting Namjoon open by his ears. You jump on him, elbows hitting on his firm back as you almost cry out of pain.

Your body is at the verge of breaking and Namjoon is still standing quite nicely. With a lot of tumble, you fall directly on the collapsed couch and continue with your horrendous fighting. Because let’s be honest if you both really wanted to kill, you would’ve…Right?

You scream all kinds of swear words as you repeatedly punch Namjoon in the face. Adding up to the pink and purple bruises forming on his soft skin. Oh, and the open cuts who have bled down along his cheek because of the glass — or you.

It’s actually quite annoying how big he is compared to you. He so easily flips you around, so you’re the one resting on the couch. He gets up and actually begins to kick. Like he’s five years old and has got to wear a jacket over his halloween costume. Sure, it hurts, badly. But he could've easily knocked you out by aiming for your face and killed you. But, he doesn’t.

He grunts as if it’s the hardest kicks he’s pulled. You didn’t mean to stare at his bulge, but you did and your brain reacts quicker than your needs. A quick kick to the nuts, with a perfect aim from your side and Namjoon inwardly groans in pain as he holds onto his balls for dear life.

His face has gotten so red you can hardly recognize your husband. With a loud stump, he’s on his knees and for a split second he looks like he’s about to cry out of pain. You were wearing your heels so it might’ve hurt a tad more than intended.

You both collect yourself, standing face to face. You’re out of breath, panting as if you just ran a marathon and Namjoon is removing the blood from his cheek with his palm. You should not at all find this hot, but you do.

Your mind chooses the right time to remind you that you’ve hidden a gun inside of the fireplace. The fireplace right behind you. With a swift movement you could pull it from its grasp and shoot Namjoon. Easy.

There were many reasons why you married Namjoon out of all people. For one, he was smart and shared the same brain as you. So it does not come as a surprise to you, when you’ve both rolled off where you stand and grabbed a gun at the exact same time. Great minds think alike.

It’s the first decent eye contact you’ve shared with Namjoon since the restaurant incident. Both guns pointed, your flimsy one against his — which actually is yours — shotgun.

Namjoon's eyes have never looked prettier, dark brown that compliments his prominent cuts. The blood seems to have dried out already. You’re waiting for him to pull the trigger, because in all honesty; when you truly look at your husband in front of you with those familiar eyes — it’s hard to kill him.

You wouldn’t be mad if he pulled the trigger and finished his mission. You’d much rather want to be dead than to kill the love of your life. He’s all you have. So you bite your lip, awaiting the trigger to be pulled by him.

‘’I–’’ Namjoon lowers the gun slowly. His hold loosens as he shakes his head, ‘’I can’t do it.’’ With that he drops the gun and you grow furious.

‘’No!’’ Tears are welling up around the corner of your eyes. You’re sad, frustrated and just overwhelmed. Namjoon is standing in front of you, picking you above his work. He’s let it go.

‘’Don’t! Come on–’’ You don’t believe he’s actually given you the right to kill him, yet alone risking his position, his job.

The feeling is eating you, tears threatening to escape as you repeat yourself and try to encourage him to pick up the gun again and kill you.

‘’You want it?’’ His eyes scan your body, before he holds his arms up to your surrender. ‘’It's yours.’’ He offers his body like an open canvas, for you to shoot at. Although, you can’t.

You love him, for six years he’s been your husband and the person you see yourself grow old with. He’s worth more. Worth more than a mission and a job.

‘’I can’t.’’ It’s barely a whisper and just as your tears fall, Namjoon pushes the gun from your grasp and kisses you.

It’s nothing like it’s been. It’s deeply encouraged and wanted. His hands are careful by touching the cuts on your face too, but you don’t want him to be careful. You’re still heated, still furious over the fact you’ve gotten to almost kill your husband with no mercy. So you push to grow needy, grabbing his dark hair with your hands and pulling with a force to show him you want him to be rough.

The bounty is still on both of your heads, 400.000 dollars to be exact. So this might be the only time you can fully enjoy your husband before you’re out to save yourselves again. He’s quick to pick up your signal, lifting you with both arms and carrying you swiftly to the broken mirror.

You whine in not only pain but lust as well. Namjoon is hurt, cuts on his face and wrists and to be honest he’s never looked hotter. His lips are still warm and planted against your own, his tongue not even holding itself back from grazing yours. The hold only tightens around you, as your grip tightens on his shoulders. His left side seems to bleed but he doesn’t seem to notice it and it’s probably just a cut.

He’s nipping at your bottom lip, playing with it and it creates a moan from you. He hums in satisfaction, bringing his hands down to your ruined dress. With a swift movement, he rips at the material. You know he'd be doing it to regain easier access to you. You’ve never felt this heated, this turned on in your six years of marriage. It’s always been sensual, slow but good with Namjoon. But now, things are different. You don’t have to lie to each other anymore. The wide wall is broken between you and all lies are forgotten.

‘’I love you.’’ Namjoon whispers to you, his hand grazing carefully over the cut above your cheek.

‘’And I love you.’’ Namjoon had a tendency of throwing those three magic words at the most random moments. It made it more sincere than if he said it constantly. ‘I love you’ has never lost its touch between you.

He goes back to kissing you, more roughly as he strips you bare with his soft hands caressing your bruised skin. With a quick pull from your hand onto his tie, it falls on the ground. You want to feel him, feel his bare and warm chest against your erected nipples. So without thinking any further, you rip his shirt with the remaining force your body carries. You expect to be met with his toned body, but it’s still covered — with a white t-shirt.

‘’Sorry baby.’’ He grins, reading your disappointed expression. You don’t even have to beg him to take it off before he does. A few cuts here and there on his shoulder and abdomen. He picks you up again, to lead you somewhere with less damage. Although, you have other ideas. As he lands you on a cupboard with picture frames, you scratch his back while his mouth runs sloppily over your breasts and exposed neck. You don’t want this to ever stop. His dark hair is fiddled between your fingers as your grip once again tightens, causing Namjoon to moan against your nipple. His tongue flicks over it and you just want him to be inside of you. Sure, foreplay is important but the fighting scene already brought you to a high need for sex.

Your heel rests on his thigh as you push him back with too much force. His back hits another glass cabinet, sounds of glass shattering returning as if you’re still fighting. Namjoon’s dimple just becomes prominent as a smirk rises on his lips. He’s loving every part of this. You push yourself from the cupboard, both hands toying with his belt to get it off. His hands are over his head, enjoying the sight of you being so desperate you’re not even focusing on taking it off but rather fumbling with the material in a hurry until it’s magically on the floor.

With success, his belt lands on the glass shattered covered floor and you press your bare body against his once more. The warmth seeps through for the both of you, as your mouths dance together in hunger.

He’s all you need at this moment.

With a quick lift, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he guides you both to yet another furniture piece who hasn’t been broken by guns or glass.

He groans against your mouth as you’re plopped down and your core drags itself close to his bulge. He can sense how wet you are already and it’s driving him to the edge to finally be inside of you after such long and strained tension between you both.

‘’God baby, you’re already so wet.’’

‘’Shut up.’’ Your hand shuts him up by grabbing onto his cock through his briefs. He’s so hard and the thought excites you of what awaits. He leans his head back in pleasure, adoring the way your hand feels.

With a rough pull from you, his briefs drop and his cock exposes itself. You’ll never grow tired from the sight of your husband naked. He’s beautiful like this. His tip glistening with precum and his abs flexing from your touch.

There’s no warning to what Namjoon does next. He rips your lace panties right before he inserts himself with no trouble. That one thrust has you widening your parted lips as your mouth falls agape. The feeling of him filling you up never fails to amaze you. You’re stuffed with him and he’s moaning against your exposed skin as he pushes himself all the way. The tip pokes at your g-spot in an instant. He’s never been this quick in reaching it but you’re both fueled with anger and lust that everything goes right.

‘’This fucking pussy.’’ His hips start to move, the friction coming in sight. The rhythm is slow yet rough. His hands are digging into your thighs while yours are digging into his scalp. You’re moaning as your head rests on the wall behind you. Your body is still, letting Namjoon use you as he wishes.

His hold on you never loosens as he pulls himself away and just as his tip is about to leave you, he pushes back in. It sends you over with each thrust. As if he’s perfected it just for you. Your love for him only grows with each passing day. You’ll never want to leave Namjoon, leave the feeling he gives you. When you’re cooking together, when he fucks you sensually, when he gives you small pecks before leaving for work. Never enough of the butterflies erupting in your stomach each time.

‘’Yes baby!’’ It’s not even encouragement from you. He just feels too good for you to keep quiet and not let him know. Being the first time you’re with him with no lies covering it up. It’s so raw, so real between you at this minute.

Beads of sweat are slowly covering Namjoon’s chest as he continues thrusting inside of you, letting you feel every inch of him. His lips return to yours, barely resting nicely, as you both pant against each other. He bites your bottom lip, and a whine escapes you from the feeling of his teeth grazing your sore lip.

‘’I’m yours. I’m– fuck, forever yours.’’ Namjoon accomplishes to say, his orgasm reaching him slowly from the feeling of you convulsing whenever his tip is about to leave you.

‘’Forever.’’ You repeat.

With a few more thrusts, your orgasm washes over you as you coat his cock with your cum. You’ve never finished so hard in your life before and it almost feels like you’re on drugs when you let go. Seeing all different kinds of light when your eyes force to close.

Not long after, Namjoon gives you a final thrust giving you everything he has. He doesn’t remove himself, letting you both catch a breath.

‘’That was definitely the best sex we’ve ever had.’’ He’s not wrong and it feels weird to hear him be so honest. Your marriage was always sneaky. How come you both had been so blind to each other being assassins all this time?

‘’It’s you and me baby.’’ You’re standing in the kitchen, your body covered with his ruined and stained shirt as he carries his briefs from earlier. His fingers are studying your face as he speaks to you. He’s so calm, so tender towards you and everything in this moment feels just right.

‘’Always.’’ He pecks you, the kiss about to turn heated when the doorbell rings. You walk behind Namjoon as he leads the way, his hand laced with yours.

He peeks through the peephole and he tsks in annoyance. ‘’It’s the Smiths and an officer.’’

They’ve highly heard the awful ruckus you’ve caused in your home. Namjoon is calm and seems to have a perfect idea on how to handle the situation.

He opens the door slightly, his head showing itself to your neighbors.

‘’Hey.’’

‘’Is everything okay? We heard some awful noises coming from here.’’ Mrs. Smith takes the lead and the officer behind them looks tired and just like he wants to go home.

‘’Yeah, everything is fine.’’ Namjoon reveals you beside him to the couple and seeing the both of you half naked with messy hair — it isn’t hard to guess what had happened.

‘’Oh. So you guys are fine?’’ Mr. Smith takes over, eyes scanning the broken furniture behind you. When Namjoon nor you answer, he continues, ‘’we heard a lot of gunshots and… stuff.’’ You chuckle in nervousness, your husband smirking as he looks down at you. ‘’It’s just foreplay, you know how it is.’’

Stunned, your neighbors wish you goodnight before he finally closes the door on them.

‘’Foreplay huh?’’ You raise an eyebrow at him, his dimple showing as he smiles.

‘’You know it sweetheart.’’ He cradles your face and kisses you again, a kiss leading to much more.

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 14: Magnesium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: ayeo fuck kese amirite???? this isn't the chapter i was crying over btw also i definitely have this queued to post at like 2am bc i feel like that's my brand so i'm deffo passed out rn cause i open LMFAO next

Dead? He told everyone you were dead? Now you were even more confused than before. Why the hell would he say something like that? It only drove the question more - why the hell did he want you out of the picture? Is that why Eustass seemed to go off the deep end? Cause his level of recklessness did just suddenly spike out of nowhere. Was that when he received the false news?

Your head was spinning but you had to focus on the task at hand. While you were running, you felt something land on your shoulder and you stopped. It was a bird - not any bird, but Myra’s bird. One she sent when she had urgent news. You couldn’t help but be nervous.

You untied the letter attached to its foot, opening it carefully and reading it. As the words sunk in, you started laughing. Was she fucking joking? “C’mon, My. You could’ve told me that from the beginning.”

Dear y/n,

I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you this in person - I just didn’t know how. So, I set up a fake mission to get you to find your brother. You always seemed hesitant to leave our island - to leave Lily and I, so I figured this was the only way to get you to reunite with him. I knew you would keep putting it off, claiming that you needed to get stronger. I hope you forgive me for lying to you.

There is no flower that we need for a breakthrough - there’s nothing in Wano that we need. I just knew your brother was there and knew you were missing him. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

My sincerest apologies,

Myra.

At the very bottom was Lily’s name written as well. You were sure she just wanted to feel included. You smiled fondly at the letter. “Oh, My. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled a pen pad and pen out of your pocket, writing a quick response before sending the bird off again. Impressive it was able to find you in all this chaos, honestly.

You made sure to let her know you weren’t mad and thanked her for everything. The whole thing was just hysterical. Myra was terrible at talking about feelings of any kind. A lot of people claimed she couldn’t feel normal emotions like a normal human, but she just couldn’t express them. She was rigid and came off cold, but you knew better. She had her own way of caring.

Obviously. She arranged a whole fake mission just to reunite you with your brother. You tucked away the letter, knowing you’d probably end up just keeping it. A keepsake along with the knife. Huh, maybe you were getting sentimental. Eh, whatever.

Well, now what? You spend a considerable amount of time looking for this damn flower that didn’t exist. And your brother is probably long gone from the place that he was at.

You suddenly felt something jump on to you from up above, yelping as you tumbled to the ground with whatever it was. After a moment of rolling around and a few scrapes with something sharp, you pinned it to the ground.

“Dive!?” Your eyes widened as you saw the small woman struggling against your grip. “Get fucking off of me!” She cried. Confusion took over your features. “Dive! It’s me!”

“No, it can’t be! You’re dead!” She eventually stopped struggling. That’s when you noticed her lip quivering and the tears in her eyes. “Who are you and why do you have their face?”

You stared at her for a long moment, processing. Right. Kese told all of them that you were dead. You let out a small sigh, sitting back and letting her go. “It’s me, Dive. I don’t know why Kese told everyone I died.” She sniffled, glaring at you.

“I don’t believe you.” She slowly sat up, wincing. You noticed a cut on her arm. “Here, let me tend to it.” You reached out and she pulled away suddenly, seemingly to distrust you. You frowned.

“Dive. I promise you. It’s me.” You tried to think of something to help your case, then you remembered. You lifted up your pant leg, showing her a clear bite mark scar. “When we met, I startled you so bad that you bit the shit out of me. I couldn’t walk right for a week.”

Dive’s eyes widened and tears started falling. “It really is you!” She threw herself into your arms as she sobbed, burying her face in your chest. You held her there, comforting her. Fuck, why did Kese do this? What the hell was his angle?

After Dive calmed down enough, she pulled away. “So, are you coming back with us?” A soft smile spreads across your face and you nod. “Of course.” She grinned widely. “Good. Everyone is going to be so fucking happy you’re alive.”

You stood up with Dive, looking around. “I heard the captain is fighting Big Mom with that other pirate captain - we should go find them!” She pulled you down the hallway and you followed behind her.

“Dive?” The both of you stop as you see Heat and Wire coming out of one of the many hallways that seemed to be in this maze of a place. They both tensed when they saw you. “Dive…get away from them.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was getting old fast. Sure, you understood why everyone was cautious but you were getting annoyed and honestly you couldn’t wait to kick some ass. Well, specifically Kese’s ass.

“No! It’s really them! The-”

“For all we know, they could be some kind of devil fruit user.”

You looked at Wire as he spoke, thinking for a moment. “Remember when we were kids? There was the snapping turtle incident? You know? The one where it bi-”

They were both over in moments, covering your mouth with their hands. “Okay! Okay!” You couldn’t help but start cackling behind their hands. They let you go, staring at you for a moment. They took you in and you sighed. “You’re making me uncomfortable,” you grumbled.

You suddenly felt them both wrap their arms around you and you yelped, almost taking a tumble to the ground, but catching yourself at the last moment. You patted their backs, keeping your own tears back. Mostly because you just missed the shit out of everyone. Besides, you knew these two for such a long time and now seeing them after being gone…

“Alright, alright,” you said, sniffling and pulling away from them. Now wasn’t the time to be sentimental - there was a wholeass war going on.

“We don’t understand…” Heat said, shaking his head. “Why would Kese tell everyone you’re dead?” Wire was just as confused. You shook your own head. “That’s what I’m going to try to figure out.” You sighed, putting your hands on your hips. You supposed you understood getting you off the ship…actually…no you fucking didn’t. Why has he been out to get you since the fucking get go?

“When the captain received that letter…” Wire frowned. You blinked. “Letter? What letter?” He looked at you. “Kese gave it to him. Apparently there was a letter sent by the lab you were at, saying that you had died on a mission. It included some newspaper clipping as well. There was a picture of you and everything.”

Your eyes widened. A picture? How the fuck did he pull that off? Why was he going through such lengths to do such a thing? Nothing was making any fucking sense.

“The captain went on a rampage after that,” Dive chimed in with a frown. “That’s when he ended up fighting Shanks. Shanks had tried to stop his rampage and the captain lashed out at him and…well…” She shrugged, assuming you knew the rest. You frowned, indicating that you did, in fact, know the outcome.

“Killer also seemed to change quite a bit. He wasn’t the level headed vice captain we all grew up with. Seemed to not have much care for what happened to him. It grew reckless… He kinda stopped cooking too. It was…” Heat shook his head. “Bad.”

You stood there, shocked. Bewildered. Dumbfounded. So, your guess was right. When your brother started to grow more reckless, that’s when he received the fake news. Also, you weren’t expecting to hear all this about Killer. Stopped cooking? You just couldn’t imagine it. But…you just couldn’t fucking figure out why. It was so weird, so confusing. What would Kese gain from all this?

“It’s so fucking good to see you,” Heat said with a large smile, hugging you again. You patted his back and smiled. “It’s good to see you guys too. I just wish you all didn’t think I died. That’s definitely making everything much harder.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you pulled away from Heat.

“Well, let’s head to wherever Tungsten is now. I saw him earlier, but at this point I’m not sure if he’s fully convinced what he saw was real - same with Killer.” Their expressions were bored into your skull. Well, Eustass’. But you knew that Killer must’ve felt the same way. You could just feel it.

Wire nods. “Follow me.” And you do. You slowly find more and more crew members on the way, all of them absolutely overjoyed to see you. Gig nearly crushed you when he picked you up, sobbing as he hugged you. You almost died for real. That would’ve been incredibly awkward - surviving death allegations only to die by affection.

The only people you were missing at this point were Killer, Bubblegum, and Pomp. And the man of the hour - Kese. Though, someone mentioned he was watching the ship. Everyone seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to say anything to him and just let you and Eustass deal with his ass.

Eventually, you made it to the room where Eustass was fighting Big Mom. You arrived just in time to see him summon a behemoth of some kind of a machine. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold before you. You’d never really watched your brother fight before, but you knew it wasn’t to this calibur.

“Holy fucking shit,” you mumbled. “Impressive, right?” You looked over to Heat and nodded. “Yeah. When the fuck did that happen?” He shrugged. “This is definitely a newer one, but this was the only good thing that came out of…everything that happened. Awakened his devil fruit n’ all.” Your own face darkened. You still couldn’t believe that Kese just…lied to everyone. About something of that caliber too.

You needed to see this letter. To see this…picture.

While Eustass was fighting, you started patching everyone up. The lot of you stayed out of the way and you figured there was a better way to pass the time besides just sitting and watching. The fight seemed to be almost over anyway. With the amount of yelling and big attacks happening, you knew the fight was drawing to a close.

“Aren’t you worried, y/n? You seem rather calm about the fight right now,” Wire said. You looked at him, shaking your head. “Says the man who never shows any kind expression.” You snorted before answering his question. “I’m not worried in the slightest though. I have faith in my brother. They’ll win.”

It wasn’t long after that that he had done just that. They won. You head over to your brother with the rest of the crew, cries and shouts to be heard. You stop next to him, kneeling down and smiling. “Good job, Tungsten.” You started to patch him up quickly. He just stared at you. “You…really are back, Bigs? It wasn’t a sick delusion earlier?” You shook your head. He let out a breathless chuckle as he seemed to process it, staring up at the ceiling.

“They’re really back, captain!” Dive chimed in. You saw as tears welled in Eustass’ eyes and he covered his face with his arm. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice. You didn’t say much, just working on patching him up. You knew he was more than likely crying, but he wasn’t about to display that kind of emotion. You let him be.

Suddenly, you heard a command come from a large dragon that came crashing from above. Was that Kaido? He was a fucking dragon? An order came to attack your brother and the other captain from the other crew. You stood up, pulling out your own blades as people began to run towards the lot of you.

“Like fucking hell I’ll let them hurt you.”

Though, not much was able to happen before a large hand came down, grabbing Kaido and yoinking him right back out of the ceiling. You blinked, looking back at your brother who was sitting up. He looked just as confused as you, shaking his head and shrugging. “Luffy - I’m assuming.” You blinked. The Strawhat guy? Man, you really were missing a lot of important pieces of information right now, but you weren’t about to dwell on it.

It seemed everyone was distracted after that. A few people tried to come after Eustass, but you took them down with ease. You saw him stand up at the corner of your eye. “You better sit the fuck back down, Tungsten!” You turned around and glared at him and he returned the sentiment. “I’m fucking fine - chill out!”

“You just took a fuckin’ beating. You don’t need to be standing!” You marched back over to him, letting the others worry about what stragglers tried to attack.

“But I won!”

“Well, that’s not what I fucking said is it?”

“What the fuck are you getting on about?”

“I’m here to patch you up, no matter the damage. Now just accept my generosity before I let you bleed out!”

“Why are you fucking yelling at me?!”

“I’m not yelling!”

Just like that - the two of you are back to your old ways of arguing. To anyone else but the crew, it probably looked like yet another fight was about to break out, but to your crew members, they couldn’t have been happier to see the sight before their eyes. They all had smiles on their faces and some of them were even laughing about it. “Finds out y/n is alive and the first thing they do is argue. They’re really related,” you heard Wire muse.

“Why the hell are you mad at me!” You shouted, drowning out background noise.

“I’m not mad - I’m just shocked!”

“Well-”

“Well what? What could you possibly have to say now? More yelling? You’ve done enough of that!”

“I’ve got two years’ worth of scoldings to catch up on!”

“What the fuck does that mean!”

“It means-”

“Alright.” A third party interjects as you suddenly feel yourself being lifted off the ground. “Killer!” you shouted, immediately beginning to squirm. Eustass just laughed at you. “Ha! Serves you right for yelling for no reason!”

“Just ‘cause ass is in your name don’t mean you gotta act like one!” you shout from over Killer’s shoulder as he carries you away from your brother.

“Oh my fucking god - there are two of them,” you hear a voice say. Your eyes land on Trafalgar Law who looks absolutely horrified at the scene before him. You flip him off. “Mind ya business, asshole.”

“Real threatening coming from the person being lugged around like a sack of potatoes.”

“Why you fuckin- Killer let me at him!” You start struggling only to feel his grip on you tighten and you immediately give up.

“Absolutely not.”

He does, however, finally put you down once there’s distance in between you and your brother. You dust yourself off and straighten yourself out with a sigh before folding your arms. You looked at Killer with a small glare. “I was just trying to help,” you grumbled.

Then you heard it. You fucking heard what haunted you from your encounter in the snow. You tensed as the laugh rang through the air and your head snapped up, looking around for that deranged swordsman.

It fucking hit you like a fucking freight train.

Your eyes widened as you slowly looked at Killer, whose shoulders were shaking along with the haunting laughter. “Killi?” Your voice was soft as you slowly walked towards him. He stepped back and you paused for a moment. You looked over to your brother whose attention had also been grabbed by the sound of Killer’s new haunting laughter. It seemed to reverberate in a way that stuck with you.

It was hollow and emotionless. Not like the genuine laughter that it used to be. This was not the laugh you had fallen in love with. It was a twisted ghost of something you once enjoyed.

“Killer, what happened?” Before really thinking, you outstretched your arm towards his helmet but he quickly grabbed your arm - which happened to be the bandaged one and you hissed softly, pulling your arm away. He paused in his own movements as well.

His own hand reached out and took your arm gently, looking at your bandages. “Did I do this?” You looked at him, confused. Wait…was that shot in the dark theory you had true? You assumed he was just affected by whatever that swordsman was infected with. Was Killer and that swordsman the same person?

“No? It was some crazy swordsman in-”

“I did this…” You could hear the realization in his voice as it also hit you, but you’re still in denial. There was no way they were the same person. The dead look in his eyes. The look of bloodlust and just…

“Killer, no-”

“I did.” He ripped off his helmet and you gasped - mostly just out of shock from his sudden movements. You looked up at him with wide eyes. The bandages were gone, yes. But that smile, that haunting, empty smile stretched across his face. It looked absolutely painful. You reached your hands up towards his face and he pulled back, that damn cackle ringing out from him.

You caught his face in your hands anyway, brushing his hair out of his face to get a whole view of him. “What did they do to you?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him. You watched as he cackled, the smile and the noise not matching the pure sadness his eyes were portraying. You saw the tears forming in his eyes. He was clearly in pain. Surely it wasn’t comfortable to have your face stretched and contorted in such a way permanently.

There had to be something someone could do about this.

Before you could say much more, Killer pulls away, putting his helmet back on his head. Eustass joins the two of you and you look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Your brother blinks as the blame of your conversation was pointed at him. He just holds up his hands in a surrender-like way.

“It wasn’t his fault, y/n…” You look back at Killer. “I’ll…explain later.” You stare at him for a moment before looking at your brother who also has a dark expression on his face. You nod, looking back at Killer. “Fine. I’ll let it be - for now.” “We have something to take care of anyway.” The two of them nod, knowing exactly what, or who you are referring to.

#hopefully y'all like it #cause the next one is where we get to The Confrontation frfr #it'll probably take a lil bit bc i definitely pulled the 'kese told us you died' out of my ass at the last second #i was possessed frfr #kid said that not me #but i figured it out #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #am fics #cc

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atoriv-art · 6 months

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little asks compilation as to not spam ♥

thank you!! ♥

crying this is vaguely related but did you guys know neji appears in a time travel episode(/arc?) in the boruto anime. does it surprise you to hear that it makes me extremely mad

but also so true LMFAO i'm usually the type to give things a chance (or so i'd like to believe) but not much of boruto interests me 😔 some of the kids look cute and i like.... like..... a few of the timeskip designs (...like three of them? i like suigetsu karin and tenten's.) but it's not worth it and in fact i think having to see neji and hiashi alive in the same UwU Family space would have had me banging my head against a wall.

also what if they made him ugly. that's my perfect angel boy they can't do that.

HEHE ofc!!! part of the reason i love posting fanart is that i get to spread propaganda for the things i like LMFAO

and i'm glad people enjoy the funny sharky ears they're my favorite <3

ASDMKASD eu acho que esse é o maior contato com outros brasileiros que já tive quando posto arte e afins, é bem interessante

eu consigo imaginar o tipo de coisa da qual vc reclama, eu acho bem chato tbm GFKMGFM

fave i respect the movement though i'm more of a short king gaara truther myself bc i think it's cute. sasuke still the tallest of the boys tho

thank you!! and hehee this ended up being more me ranting about their general writing but :)

i'm veeeery fond of their og naruto dynamic, i think it often goes misunderstood/understated but to me it's one of the highlights to the original series! from stuff like kakashi shielding him from orochimaru and sealing his curse mark (which. btw. crazy. LOVE that scene) to the ENTIRE deal with chidori and the pride kakashi felt watching sasuke fight gaara with it... i think it's SURPRISINGLY well done! while i due to personal preference like to read it as specifically familial, i think you can read it anyway you want (not all mentor-type dynamics need to be familial in nature and not being so won't make it any less meaningful)

i don't think kakashi was a particularly great teacher (in fact i think tenzo is shown to be a MUCH better captain/mentor the moment he's introduced to team 7 lol) but you can certainly tell that he cares about all of the kids and wants to do right by them, it's just that with sasuke specifically to me it feels like it's of highly personal significance to him?

and it's not hard to see why, obviously kakashi and sasuke do not have the same trauma but i find it reductive to say that it means kakashi can't see himself in him at all, or that he can't be of any use to sasuke? one of my favorite scenes is the (... i think mildly controversial, from what i've seen?) one where he talks to sasuke on that tree and tells him to drop his revenge quest, because while yeah it was not a perfect effort, to me it's clear that 1. kakashi was being very genuine in his words and 2. that it like... almost worked? sasuke was very sincerely pondering his words before the sound 4 came along.

btw so funny that both kakashi and obito tie him up when talking to him. anyway

so you add that with the weird relationship kakashi has with the entire uchiha clan, starting with obito (the very reason kakashi is able to teach sasuke in any meaningful way at all), going through itachi if you treat team ro as canon WHICH I DO, I LOVE TEAM RO, and ending with sasuke, who is someone kakashi can still try to give a normal life to? yeah i can see why he might feel personally responsible for him!

sasuke's side is less in your face but like... sasuke sought kakashi out to help train him and very much echoes kakashi's words about not abandoning your comrades. he is also often the first one to understand where kakashi is going with something, him and kakashi have similar ways of going through life even if kakashi has majorly mellowed out with age.

there's also little things like how sasuke just had no qualms about walking into kakashi's house unannounced (after itachi beat his ass ty itachi looove u itachi), even before that, how when kakashi calls sasuke over while itachi+kisame are having tea, sasuke just kind of announces that he HATES sweets (so cute), as if he made the assumption kakashi either bought it for him or was thinking about it? like.

look at his baby face.

despite whatever route it ended up taking To Me it's very clear that they did have a special bond and that it was a VERY important part of sasuke's everything pre-shippuden, he was clearly comfortable around kakashi despite his standoffish attitude. it was not perfect and kakashi does hold blame for a lot of things (in general he has a very hands-off teaching style that doesn't work great with these kids), but that's like. part of why i like it you know! it's a little complicated but not through any ill will. it's just that they are both full of Issues lmao

it makes me ssoooooo saaaaad that they BARELY speak to each other at all in shippuden because like. that was one of THE dynamics in the original team 7 you know? and idk if it comes as a surprise but i'm not even OPPOSED to sasuke wanting to kill kakashi by the time they meet again? in fact i think it could be kind of awesome. because like he could have a lot of reasons to be angry with him, up to and including the mere fact that kakashi took SO LONG to even meet him again?

(remember when team 7 finally meets sasuke again w/ tenzo and sai, and he himself mentions kakashi? it's one of those things you can choose to dismiss as meaningless dialogue but i often do think about it lol)

but instead we have sasuke in the peak of his borderline-demonization by the writing, which just leads to there not being much of an interesting dialogue at all. i'm not opposed to kakashi's sharingan being something that sasuke comes to resent either — it could be very fun character writing as that is the very thing that encouraged them to bond in the first place —, but i don't like the way it was done and i ESPECIALLY hate how it was immediately dropped like BROTHER MY PLOT THREADS... THEY'RE FALLING APART...

i could go on about a thousand different other things, such as.

sorry to mention jiraiya but. the rasengan vs chidori thing is VERY telling; jiraiya is naruto's mentor, and kakashi is sasuke's, this is reflected best when the kids each use their respective Overkill Jutsu at each other and the adults each take responsibility for their own kid

again, i'm unsure if it's fully intentional but there is this opposition of orochimaru vs kakashi other than the obvious confrontational scene they have. the very fact that kakashi is the one to put a limit to orochimaru's literal influence on sasuke through the curse mark is a very interesting narrative choice! kakashi is also extremely afraid of orochimaru and highly protective of sasuke; again it reads as a Personal fear/protectiveness rather than purely Professional to me. it builds this idea of kakashi being one of sasuke's choices, and orochimaru being the other (and we know which one he chooses unfortunately lol)

chidori in general is like. crazy btw. it becomes sasuke's signature move. and it's kakashi's creation. hi

this is also something that was dropped but there was also the occasional pointing out of similarities between, fucking, lee and gai of all people vs kakashi and sasuke? and like i don't need to explain this one that much right. gai is lee's dad in like everything but name LOL (and much like kakashi he also has questionable habits when it comes to how he teaches his kid)

but this is way too long LMFAO my tldr is that I Like Them And I Wish They Had More Screentime </3

their dynamic concretely to me is about caring very much about someone who shares a lot of pain with you, but being a little intimidated by that shared aspect. nothing hurts more than failing / being failed By someone who you know DOES understand you, in the end!

it's all my personal preference of course there's no right or wrong way to read naruto (well the wrong way is thinking it's good.) (joke) but i WAS surprised to not see sasuke and kakashi's relationship being discussed more (esp. with empathy for both characters) because well. obviously it's one of my favorite naruto things GFKDMGKFDM

#ill start doing these to answer stuff from now on i think #esp since i tend to let them pile up. L #asks #not art #thank u for the infodump prompt 👍 sorry for the long ass response .

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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Hihihi so 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 melvinborg request because no i'm not bias (/j, also sorry if the event is over, it says it isn't so im going by that!) It was stated in the show that melvinborg doesn't like costumes but what if the reader dressed up as him and even made their own fake robo bits (probably out of very flimsy cardboard since that'd be funnier)?

,, also maybe some spice since that's nice but yk not forcing that ^^ /gen

I hope you have a nice day btw!! <33

D'aww, this was so cute to write!! (And uh, spicy too lmfao). Here's the link on ao3 and I hope you enjoy!!

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Melvinborg x Reader - Familar? (Smut!)

Your dear husband, Melvin... stared at you.

...You stared back at him, offering a sheepish smile. “Do you like what you see?” You asked cheekily, giving him a pose that you thought would look cute.

“Wh... What are you even wearing right now?” He asked, almost speechless.

Right now, you were dressed up as him... sorta. You tried your best to replicate the metal components on the right side of his body with cardboard, grey spray paint, and duct tape. After rifling through his closet this early morning, you were able to pick out one of the few ‘whole’ shirts he had... and a bowtie, too. Ever since the accident, he had cut his shirts straight down the middle so it wouldn’t be covering the metal side of his body. He wouldn’t mind you taking it, surely— especially since he has almost a closet full of the same outfit.

“I thought you’d recognize what I’m trying to dress up as for Halloween,” you began with a pout. “Don’t I look familiar?”

Melvin...borg— you could never get used to the nickname he called himself— opened his mouth to say something, but paused... before squinting at you. “Did you put duct tape onto your skin?”

“Nnnmmm...” You pursed your lips, glancing towards your arms before giving him a sheepish smile. “Maybe?”

Melvin released a light scoff, moving closer to you from where you stood in the living room. “Did you wear this to work?”

“Um...” You smiled more, “Would you be mad if I said that I did?”

“...No,” he said carefully, narrowing his eyes. “But you are taking this off.”

You whined. “What! But I— But I don’t wanna take it off! I wanna go trick-or-treating with you,” you said sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes while giving him puppy eyes.

“Your charms don’t work on me,” he said whilst blushing, signifying that your charms were indeed working on him.

You... then giggled, moving closer to him. “Though... if you really want me to... I suppose I could take it off.”

Melvin slowly stepped back, flushing more. He pointed a metal finger at you. “Q-Quit that, you... you sea siren! I will not fall to your ill ways!”

“Melvin,” you cooed, able to get close enough to press your hands against his chest. When he was a kid, he struggled with handling physical contact, either becoming too flustered or just not liking certain people touching him. Though, now that he was older, he... only mildly struggled, as conveyed through his bright blush. “Sweet thing... If you’d like me to take this costume off so badly, then why don’t you take it off yourself?”

“I am not taking that costume off of you!!” He hissed, shuffling back— but tripped on the rug, falling onto his ass.

You paled. “M-Melvin! I, oh goodness, I’m so sorry honey,” you said, kneeling down between his legs. “Are you okay?” You asked, settling a hand on his fleshy cheek.

Melvin let out a soft grunt, and... and stared at you with large eyes, blushing very brightly. You felt the heat of his face on your hand. “I-I. Um. I...” he couldn’t find the right words to say.

You bit your bottom lip and was about to say something, but paused when you noticed a very prominent bulge between his legs. “Oh,” is all you could say in that moment, staring.

Melvin opened and closed his mouth a few times, taking a while to try and find something to say. After a solid minute, he said— “I-I believe there’s uh, there’s something in the lab I need to check on!”

You watched as he scurried off to the lab that was in the basement of your shared abode... before lowering your bottom lip. Oh, you were not going to let him run off like that! Slowly, you began moving towards the lab, gently prying off the pieces of duct tape so you could take off the cardboard pieces on you. Taking your time, you carefully walked down the stairs and headed to the door at the end of the pristine white hall, humming a tune under your breath.

You placed the pieces of cardboard to the side and attempted to type in the code to the keypad by the lab... but furrowed your brow when it didn’t work. “Did he change the code? Hmph...” You eyed the shut door, knocking at it. “Meeeeelvin, hoooooney. Let me iiin pleeease.”

“Go away!” Was his response. You pouted more. Well, if he wanted to be like that...

Slowly, you began unbuttoning the yellow shirt you were wearing after throwing the bowtie to the side, getting undressed. You groped and touched yourself, knowing that there was a camera right by the door. “Melvin,” you moaned, staring up towards the black dot in the corner, “Are you looking at the cameras, handsome man? Hmm?”

You didn’t hear a response, so you decided to take off all your clothes, a blush of your own settling on your face.

You didn’t know if he was looking at the cameras or not, but you still decided to play with yourself, using your hands in a skillful way between your legs as you masturbated right then and there, leaning against the wall.

You made sure to be loud, and if Melvin hasn’t seen or heard you by this point, then you’d be very disappointed. Still, despite the uncertainty, you continued, groaning pleasurably.

Though, what you didn’t expect was for the door to side open in that moment, causing you to yelp. Your eyes landed on Melvin, and this time, you were at a loss for words, even though this whole ‘masturbate in front of the camera’ thing was your idea.

“I-I, um. You uh, you...” You fumbled around, struggling to find the right words to say.

However, you didn’t have to struggle for long since Melvin decided to grab your wrist and pull you into his lab in that moment, finally brave enough to have sex with you.

#quest tober #reader insert #melvinborg #melvinborg x reader #captain underpants #gender neutral reader #spicy 🌶

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damnation-if · 2 years

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I would love to hear you rant about dnd demon cosmology 👀 what potential do you see? You seem to be really good at cool concepts (i.e. the game), soooo what about for dnd?

oh dear... you've activated my trap card XD the question of what potential i see in d&d's cosmology is almost too broad in a way because. they do literally nothing with it. the vast majority of players don't know a thing about it - some might know small parts, from perhaps a book where it came up, a popular podcast that touched on it, or maybe a DM that fell down a rabbithole. but it's IMMENSELY difficult to really put together a proper picture of why the fuck the entire universe of d&d... Is.

i know a shit-tonne more than most people and even my knowledge is largely confined to some of the outer planes, specifically the evil-aligned ones. i couldn't tell you shit about the half-dozen good- or neutral-aligned ones and how they came about, and wizards of the coast doesn't seem even vaguely interested in helping anyone find anything out. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this, to my abject and utter disbelief, extends to the PEOPLE WRITING OFFICIAL FORGOTTEN-REALMS-COMPLIANT CONTENT. meaning that wizards is putting out campaigns and content via official licensing that break or make NO sense within their own canon.

i'm going to put a cut here because be warned... this WILL get long. i'm going to explain... briefly-ish... about the Abyss and some aspects of the Hells, and then i'm going to talk about... briefly-ish... what an absolute TRAVESTY Out Of The Abyss was, lore-wise, and hopefully illustrate how wizards are wasting the potential that exists by NEVER EXPLAINING ANYTHING. (spoilers for Out Of The Abyss also)

okay, whew. rapid-fire. i can do this. briefly.

there's a guy, a god, named Tharizdun - you might know him from some books - and he wasn't always evil or mad. originally he was pretty put together but he liked knowing Stuff and Things so he basically built the equivalent of a telescope to look into the realm of Chaos that existed beyond the known planes. in d&d cosmology, chaos is a force in and of itself that acts as a counter to law; chaos springs up naturally in places like a vacuum or void whereas most physical planes tend to collect law in kinda the same way planets collect an atmosphere.

however, Chaos is different to Entropy. entropy, like in real life, is the force that's eventually going to implode the universe and cause the opposite of the Big Bang (they call it the Big Crunch lmfao). maybe. physicists go back and forth on this but in d&d it's more set. eventually, every plane will be consumed by Entropy and everything will End. (this is expanded on a lot in Starfinder, a scifi sequel of sorts to Pathfinder.) the closest thing to beings aligned with Entropy are the Great Old Ones, your Hasturs and Shub-Nigguraths and Cthulhus... it's why 5e Great Old One Warlock is entirely separate to Fiend Warlock. different guys, different power sources

so anyway Tharizdun built himself a telescope into the Chaos beyond the planes and he found out there were people! living out there! people made of Chaos! and one of them was a sexy tentacle lady! surely her intentions are nothing but pure!! this can't possibly go wrong!!! sorry buddy... try meeting sexy tentacle ladies on your own plane next time

the Queen of Chaos, Tharizdun's new internet girlfriend, was an elder type of demon called an obyrith, who are now the least common type of demon and rarely ever come up in official material at all despite being OBJECTIVELY WAY COOLER than the younger tanar'ri. the vast majority of obyrith are so otherworldly and alien that simply looking upon them is enough to drive mortals mad. knowledge of their names is enough in some cases. whereas the tanar'ri are mostly just mean or gross dudes

unfortunately for Tharizdun, he wasn't immune either, and his telescope relationship with the tentacle lady from the black void started to rot his mind, which was probably supremely awkward for his friends. she was trying to cajole him to let the demons into the plane he lived on, partially because demons like fucking shit up and partially because the swirling chaos void had no protections against the encroach of Entropy and none of the demons wanted to get Eaten.

eventually, between his madness and his desire to meet up with her in meatspace, as 'twere, he was persuaded not to let the demons into his plane, but create one for them to move into, called the Abyss. the demons said "great! we'll pack our bags" figuring that once inside they could just use plane shift to hop over to wherever (plane shift only works if you're On A Plane lmfao) but Tharizdun had the presence of mind to basically build into the Abyss a secret rule that prevented creatures of pure chaos from leaving it. it worked perfectly from his point-of-view - he'd just pop over for a booty call whenever he wanted, and also he doesn't get bitched out by the other gods for letting lowly chaos people into the plane.

the demons. did not take getting tricked well. Tharizdun is currently imprisoned in a layer of the Abyss, frozen eternally.

however, in the brief time before the demons figured out they'd been had, the Queen of Chaos conceived a child with Tharizdun, everybody's favourite 2-baboon-headed badboy, Demogorgon. this is why he's often called the first of the tanar'ri, because he was the first demon born in a physical plane - but he's not REALLY a demon, he's half-god. which is why He and Only He can plane shift (this will be important later). the next guy who is maybe more accurately the first of the tanar'ri is Graz'zt, who was Built by his obyrith mother Pale Night who basically went "eh, screw giving birth, i'm just gonna Make A Guy" but Graz'zt also sort of doesn't count. so. who knows who's really First

the obyrith didn't fare great being in a physical plane for the first time ever so these new demons who didn't need to adjust quickly eclipsed them in power. to this day, Demogorgon and Graz'zt are the two currently most powerful demon lords with any sense of style behind them - the third guy who competes with them is Orcus, who is important purely because he is some writer's Evil Wizard OC, Do Not Stial, and no other reason. i shrimply do not have the time to get into Orcus right now LMAO

the two big boys started beating down the obyrith who wanted to bring them down a peg or two, most notably Obox-ob the former Prince of Demons, who is like. the coolest guy EVER by concept and TOTALLY WASTED, and the Queen of Chaos, who wanted her new boyfriend (she moved on quickly) The Wolf-Spider (i don't know anything about him? he could just be a spider. i Do Not Know) to be the new ruler, and all-out war basically broke out between camps of demons fighting each other.

a bunch of gods saw this and were like "okay, perfect! kill them while they're distracted" and sent a bunch of angels and other powerful celestials to the Abyss led by Archangel Asmodeus (yes, really. yes, THAT Asmodeus). the demons rallied against their common Snooty enemy, and the war turned to angels vs demons. so, how did the powerful archangel turn into the Prince of Hells we all know? well...

he met a guy, who looked Mostly like an angel (probably fine, don't worry about that Asmodeus), called Pazuzu, who was muscular and hot and Asmodeus liked him A Lot. A Lot.

Pazuzu was an obyrith, and he literally Seduced Asmodeus to the Dark Side lmfao. YES, REALLY. that's really canon!! and Nobody knows about it XD that's how devils started! they're just angels!! Pazuzu and Asmodeus are still on good terms!! please for the love of god wizards. do something with Any of this!!!

anyway, that's the Basic history (yes, basic. i know, i'm sorry lmfao). for a perfect explanation of why wizards is wasting All Of This, let's look at a campaign module called Out Of The Abyss, which touted itself as an exploration of the Abyss and its lore. it LIED, believe me. i was SO excited by the concept of Out Of The Abyss, but it disappointed me on SO many levels.

the writer, who i don't personally blame of course, seems to have been given a list of names of demon lords, not been able to do Any research, and just been told "make them all fight in the end." the basic premise is that Lolth, who exists lore-wise purely through the power of boobies. tricks a guy into summoning 8 demon lords to the Prime Material Plane. this would be an Extinction Level Event if it took place within any reality even vaguely resembling proper Forgotten Realms canon.

but for whatever reason, they all instead just sit there twiddling their thumbs (grossly out of character for all 8 that are involved), except for Demogorgon, who... rampages around the Underdark stomping on people because he wants to go home. Demogorgon. who can Canonically. Plane Shift. Canonically. so he doesn't do so for NO reason.

Graz'zt fucking VANISHES, literally isn't MENTIONED, for the entire campaign. the guy who has the biggest cult following out of all of them and the largest power base In the Prime Material Plane? he's just sitting in a closet somewhere i guess. he's got nothing worth doing. what is he, some kind of masterful demon schemer looking for a leg up on his age-old enemy?? haha no... closet time

and what's EVEN WORSE is that none of the demon lords left back in the Abyss DO ANYTHING during their absence. Obox-ob, who swore vengeance against Demogorgon and that he would get his throne back AT ANY COST, is just kicking rocks for the MULTIPLE YEARS the campaign can take place over. doing nothing. Queen of Chaos and the Wolf-Spider? same. she doesn't take the opportunity to try and free her boyfriend from Demogorgon's prisons cos. it would be rude i guess? every demon politely sits there waiting for the mortals to sort things out, because if there's one thing we know about demons, it's how orderly they are! even Lolth, who supposedly did this in an attempt to gain power? doesn't?? do anything?????

-the CRs for these demon lords in the big fight at the end are also WILDLY out of canon alignment with previously used CRs for other demon lords. so completely bonkers i can't even get into it or i'll Never stop-

imagine how cool it could have been if this event that should have impacted huge amounts of story, shaken up the ENTIRE political structure of the Abyss, brought the obyrith back to the fore, forced the gods to finally REALLY confront the fact that Graz'zt and Lolth each have a worship count that rivals their own, explored Demogorgon's half-divine nature, explained the Link (and subsequent Rift) between the Abyss and the Hells, really examined what it means for a demon lord to be so powerful as to possibly become a kind of god.

but no. everybody just sits there in a t-pose until the players push all the buttons to make it go away. why actually do anything Interesting

shortly after (i think?) presumably as a result of what a wet fart of a story this campaign turned out to be, they had Lolth leave the Abyss and become affiliated with an evil god plane. and that's It. it wasn't in a story. they just changed A Word on her wiki entry. that's it

so yeah... hopefully that conveys why i feel the way i do about wasted story potential lmfao. on the extremely unlikely chance that you read all the way to here, thanks for sticking with me. i love to talk about things i'm passionate about... and this one's pretty complicated (hence the wordcount). sorry<3

#long post #SERIOUSLY IT'S LONG DON'T EXPAND IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ D&D LORE #what does the chaos mirror see #anon #thank you for your question! and oh god i'm so sorry<3 #out of the abyss my behated...#yes i personally Destroyed orcus from the ground up when we played it but only because i Know Things lmfao #i feel like it must have been the most miserable experience Ever for everyone else #much like reading my wall of text! badum-tsh

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