#i dont want to make him to gruff but not to ooc

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

How tje FUCK do I write wolverine.

[rpreaperperson]

MOM

Reader is a combat medic, a BIG sweeth tooth and a mother to 141 boys (dont forget can cook too) a waifu material

In case with Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

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Warning!!: jelly and OOC Ghost, and jelly Soap

You grunt from your chair stretching your arm up, exhausted with the examination paper that one of the nurses gave you

“guess I need a little snack time..” after tidying up the paper you walk into the door and think of what will you make for your snack time

As you open the door there in the doorway stands a tall man with his skull balaclava on his head, you jump a little placing your hand on your chest

“Oh my God..!!” you gasp

‘Seriously this man going to be death of me’ you thought while calming down your heartbeat

“Doc” he casually greets looking down at you

“Simon! what’s wrong? you need something?” you notice his eyes narrowing

“.....I heard Johnny got some sweets”

“Uhh..yeah..well like the usual Johnny, right? I mean is not unsual for him to got a sweets from me” you tried to explain the strict Lieutenant, remembering the first time you gave him sweets after Gaz, Soap, and Price

You could say that he is...

“you know the drill Doc”

“must you always do that Simon?” you could almost feel him smirk under that balaclava planning something devious

“..hmp of course he’s the one who brags about it” Ghost crossing his arm on his chest

...Quite delight especially when that time you cook for them

 “Fine...” you sigh shaking your head, both of you heading to the kitchen

.

“Chocolate cake? or cheese cake?”

“Chocolate one”

“Okay..guess I have make it for – “

“NO I WANT IT ALL TO MYSELF” his gruff voice boomed as he glared at you

“okay..okay hun! Geez..what happen that make you like this Simon?” you ask while preparing the utensils and the ingredients

“Jhonny fault for swaying the sweets you gave ‘im in front of my face...tauntingly” he leans on the counter watching you preparing the cake, you glance at him and sigh tiredly

“of course..Jhonny you’re the source of it all”

“dont forget you’re the one who spoil ‘im”grunt Ghost

“well..being the oldest one and having 5 ‘lil brothers will doing it to you” Ghost just huffs, he already knows about your family condition a part of him feels envy...but then he is in love with your motherly side enough for him wanting to married you

“Im waiting Doc...” you just hummed at him fully concentrating on the task, Ghost just stared at you fondly

He knows that you didn’t want any help when you making something for the rest of the team, and says that they only making it worse so he makes the tea instead

.

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“mhh..good as always Doc”

“ehehe thanks Simon~”

Then in the hallway Soap who had just done from his training smelled a delicious scent, rushing into the kitchen his body hunching nose sniffed around the room like a dog searching for the source of the scent

“DOC! Y-you make something?” he cried out at you who now cleaning up the utensils, if he has a dog's tail you bet it’ll wag excitedly right now

“Uhh..yeah..” you pointed at Ghost who was busy munching the medium size chocolate cake with his balaclava pulled up to the bridge of his nose, both Ghost and Soap stared at each other

The lieutenant squinting his eyes at Soap, while the Scottish man stared at the half-eaten cake

“Ohhh~ LT, you’re – “ Soap swaying way to the cake tried to persuade Ghost to share, and...

HAUMPH

“Mmmhh...ish gooddd..”

Your eyes widen in disbelief so does Soap with jaw open wide his bulk arm reaches the cake.. trying to reach the cake, crushing his hope and dream into dust

“sorry Soap not gonna happen...” wiping the chocolate from his mouth, taking his cup of tea

“Appreciate the cake Doc, its delicious as always” he approaching you

“always?!” Soap shriek snap his head at you

“u-uh yeah y-you’re wel – “suddenly he kisses your cheek while staring at Soap tauntingly then pulled down his balaclava and walking away from the scene, with a blushing face you touch the cheeks he kisses

‘Oh dear...he’s REALLY gonna be death of me..’

Soap stand there fuming not just eating the whole cake in front him, he just kiss YOUR cheeks?!

‘oh..its on now...LT’  you sigh glance at Soap

‘maybe I’ll gave him mine instead’

[tohsri]

no title.

warnings: dick sucking ofc, deepthroating, nerdy virgin!reader x rebellious!gojo, may be ooc, kinda short ig word count: 980 words 💀 a/n: thanks @getosbigballsack for pulling me out of my writer's block, also i think i slowly went out of topic but i got carried away dont blame me

you walked into your shared room to see satoru playing video games on his computer, shamelessly cursing at the other person on the screen. god knows what kind of argument satoru was having with this stranger online, because it was sure getting a little heated between them. you didn't pay that much attention to it. after all, he was always having this verbal arguments as jokes. so you left him to his games and focused on your assignments, but it wasn't until his voice got louder; and he wasn't screaming out of victory. his face was scrunched up and his teeth were gritted, he was clenching so hard onto the controller his knuckles were white. even you were a little concerned by now, and a little scared at his behaviour. you decided you couldn't leave it alone once he slammed the controller onto the table, his hair a little damp from his sweat. despite his angry expression, you couldn't help but stare at him. even when he was mad, he was still so handsome. was this what he meant whenever he said you were cute when you were mad? his head was thrown back and he shut his eyes, but spoke up when he noticed you were under the table. "what are you planning to do?" he spoke in a gruff voice, pushing his hair back, even panting a little from seemingly how intense his game was. you placed your hand on his inner thigh, staring up at him with pleading eyes. it was so embarrassing for you to ask, but you had to. "can i.. uh, give you.. ah, a- uhm.." you stumbled over your words. "what is it?" his hand stroked your hair, making you feel less nervous. "canigiveyouablowjob?" you blabbered out, face flushed red with embarrassment.

he was a little surprised at your words, given how you're inexperienced, but seeing how cute you looked, he couldn't say no.

-------- you were licking his cock and sucking on his pink tip, tasting the salty precum as you continued to tease him a little more. but you decided to stop and went further on his dick, causing him to let out more sweet noises slip out from his lips.

he was moaning while you were sucking him so obediently, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair. his hand was guiding you slowly, going just a little deeper each time. one of your hands were stroking his cock as well, the other clinging onto his thigh for support. you choked and gagged a few times on his cock, even if you didn't take it in all the way. but you couldn't help it because his cock was just so big that sometimes you went too deep. you wanted to do it for him, though, so he was surprised when you removed your hand, and you found yourself taking almost every inch of his dick into your mouth. it caused your throat to be uncomfortable, forcing you to breathe through your nose even more. when his tip was sliding in and out of your throat, tears escaped your eyes. before you could push yourself further, you found satoru pulling your head back, as much as he didn't want it to stop. however, he didn't want to see you suffer like this either. he stared at your glossy eyes with his blue ones, stroking your hair to calm you down. "slow down, you're taking too much." his said in a soothing tone, which made you feel a lot better. "start off slow, alright? i don't want my princess to suffer like this." you nodded and continued to suck on his cock, hollowing your cheeks out as satoru praised you. "mmh! fuck- ah, you're doing so w-well!" his breath hitched as you bobbed your head slowly, pulling out to twirl your tongue around the crown of his dick. his hand was pushing your head down, but not too far so it doesn't overwhelm you. what almost made him cum was when your hand moved to play with his balls, massaging them to make him feel even better with ecstasy. his hand on your head pulled you off once more, and he stood up from his chair. "is it okay if i fuck your face?" he asked with concern. he smirked when you nodded and he brought you out from under the table, grasping onto your head for support. he started out with small thrusts, being careful not to go too deep at first. his thrusts suddenly started to intensify as he released all his pent-up energy onto you, and you had to endure how his cock was going deep into your throat, stretching out the walls of your throat. you didn't want him to stop though, not in the middle of this. "fuck fuc- cumming! gonna cum in your- ah! throat!" his thrusts were getting sloppy and you could tell, and soon he released his load into your throat. you could feel his cum in your throat, and some in your mouth as he thrusted a little bit more. when he pulled out, you weren't expecting him to cum a second time on your face, which caught you off guard. luckily you were fast enough to close your eyes just before his sticky semen hit your face, which he wiped off after realising what he done. "sorry princess, i didn't know i was gonna cum, you were just too sexy and i couldn't resist..." he chuckled, kneeling down and grabbing some tissues from the table to wipe some cum off your cheek. "it's okay, satoru." you smiled softly. "i enjoyed it." he planted a kiss on your cheek before suddenly lifting you up, carrying you to the bed. he took off his shirt, smirking when he sees your flustered expression. "what? i want a round two, and i'll be gentle with my princess. so sit back and let me do all the work for you."

[dilutedconfusion]

okay listen so i've been thinking heavily on the yandere trope recently. but like with Kid as the yandere. and whenever i see yandere!Kid i feel like he's always the more sadistic version of yanderes.

basically used this post (hoping the link works for you🙏🙏) to look at the dif types bc i dont know all that😭 but i feel like he is always sadistic/possessive in fics. obvi all yandere!aus are gonna be at least a little ooc bc its a divergence of canon characteristics but hear me out girl...

delusional and overprotective yandere!Kid... like girl. or like basically a kinda soft yandere!Kid. but like still horrible and awful not GREAT at emotions. like he will still get mad and yell but otherwise? is strangely kind to you? (w you not really realizing any subtle manipulation tactics that him or Killer might be using cuz Killer is loyal asf to Kid🤞)

like being kidnapped by the Kid pirates, the worst of the worst generation, said to be cruel and sadistic. that's already bad, and you're terrified for your life. essentially having a meltdown because you had no idea what was going to happen to you, but you had a guess. you meet Kid and prepare to be tortured/killed. then he's like??? weirdly nice to you? like yeah he's gruff and kinda bitchy but that is a thousand times better than being killed.

thats as far as the thoughts go but see my vision?? figured you would appreciate the Kid thoughts🙏

OKAY OKAY I love this SOOO MUCH. Like I don’t think I can explain how much I love this but you SLAYED. GIVING ME LINKS AND DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS AND SHIZ 🤭💞 Okay so to get right to the point I will be of course writing a chapter on this (or maybe multiple on this because that’s how good of an idea it is pookie). BUT I don’t know when I’ll be able to churn out a full chapter. I mean probably soon but I sorta just want to get a better grasp of exactly the kind of character you want Kid to be before I start writing. So here’s a little traits list?? that I cooked up the minute I read over this just to get my creative juices flowing. Let me know if Im headed in the right direction and if there is any changes or additions you’d like to see. Other than that I’ll write up the chapter, tag and credit the hell out of you, and we can revel in softyandere!Kid together 🥰

Traits

Thinks that kidnapping you was the best choice for your life. That you will be the safest and happiest with him (even if you’re kidnapped and being held against your will)

Often uses manipulation tactics like love bombing, balant lying to keep you in the dark, and triangulation with Killer

Not only believes that everyone else in the world is a hazard to you (including most of his crew members) but you’re a hazard to yourself so he doesn’t allow you privacy??? This could be taken to the point where he feels like he needs to be in the same room with you at all times. Eyes on you whenever physically possible. Which is sorta intense so just let me know if that is too much for you (cause I could make it really gross or more mild lol)

Will do even the simplest task for you, not because he wants to do it to help, but because he doesn’t believe you can take care of yourself or MOREOVER he should be the only to take care of you because he is just that great. Which of course he will hang over y/n’s head in arguments and be like “BUT LOOK AT HOW MUCH I DO FOR YOU😡” type shit.

If you do constantly try to pull away from him he’ll think you’re just shy or playing hard to get and will therefore push your boundaries harder. But if you actually PHYSICALLY harm him or try to PERMANENTLY leave he’d rather tie you down until you apologize and say you weren’t in your right mind when you did that then listen to your plea seriously (HES SO DELULU) The punishment for this could also involve taking away material items or aspects of freedom because like you said he's not sadistic so he would never hurt you.

To put it simply y/n would feel like this “I like you Kid but I don’t like who you become when you're with me” WHICH WOULD CAUSE SOME SERIOUS TURBULENCE IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND SOME SWEET ANGST EVEN.

I would write more but I don’t want to give TO MUCH away plot wise. Sooo hopefully this gives you a good idea on how I’m thinking of portraying Kid. If you have any other questions of course ask me!! Any little tid bits will be much appreciated and thank you so much for requesting something from me Emma 🫶

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Could you write for a yandere erron black falling and convincing a fem reader to stay with him? Maybe they meet in an apocalyptic earth realm where she does assassin work similar to him (I imagine fem reader as similar to katarina from league of legends) and he makes up something to keep following her around to eventually take her??

Yandere Erron Black x Fem! Reader

Genre: dark shit bro, dont like dont read

Content: yandere stuffs, thirsty Erron, kinda needy lol, he a sad boi, has a little lucid moment, ooc?

“Who the ever-lovin fuck are you,” a gruff Texan voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you hunched over the body of the victim you were paid to kill. The slick noise of your sword being unsheathed from your victim was followed by the snapping of your head to your witness.

“What the hell, how long have you been standing there?! Ah shit, another fucking body I have to deal with,” you groaned as you threw knives from the belts around your thighs, sweeping Erron from under his feet and knocking his gun out of his hand in one fluid movement. Erron was… intrigued to say the least. No one was able to take him down so easily, but he didn’t like it. Not one bit. But he did like your fire and ability to properly kill someone; the body was in quite a pristine condition, despite the fact that you had stabbed the poor bastard.

Malleable, perhaps? Even so, he would enjoy challenging that fire. Ever since he had been wandering the Netherrealm, he hadn’t had a decent person to share experiences with that didn’t make him feel like shooting himself (*cough cough* Kano and Kabal *cough cough*). Maybe you could provide him some … entertainment. And if not, he could always just kill you.

“Hang on there little lady, I think I know what you want,” he grunted as you squeezed your hands around his throat. Humouring him, you responded drily with a quick

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”.

“This place is a damn wasteland, ain’t it? I mean, look at this shit hole. I bet you’re tired of pokin around the same dead land. You’re lookin for somethin new, somethin excitin. I can damn tell ya now sweetheart, you ain’t gonna find it here”.

You were bored, not stupid.

“Oh please, like I’m supposed to believe that you know some magical place where I can get paid for assassinating?” You spat in disbelief, grip getting tighter.

“What reason would I have to lie, and I got the goods to prove it to ya”. A hand reached slowly into his pocket and from it, the familiar jingle of coins made you jerk your head slightly at the noise. Picking one up, you held a single gold coin close to your face before biting it hard, just to confirm your belief.

You mentally weighed up the pros and cons; on the one hand, he was probably lying and possibly a cop judging by his attire, but on the other hand, he could also be telling the truth. If you were wrong, you were going to stab yourself. Slowly clambering up off of the masked assailant, you stood on high alert as you nudged him to reveal this “secret realm”.

Because the Elder Gods seem to hate you, you had passed out during your trip and woke up in a slump, surrounded by grotesque monsters and strange people. The loud whispers that filled the room were immediately silenced when a singular voice sultrily says:

“This is the assassin that you have brought to me? Honestly Erron, she’s hardly a soldier, don’t you think? You honestly expect a weak little bug like her to prevent my enemies from killing me?”

A scoff left your lips as you groggily got to your feet.

“You don’t exactly look that great either, man. Why don’t I show you with my blades just how good of an assassin I am!” You roared as you gripped on to your swords. Erron forced himself between you and Shang Tsung before you could get your soul ripped out of you. For some reason, seeing you challenge an almighty sorcerer … scared him…

“Now hold on there darlin, you’re gonna get yourself killed before you even get paid,” he says as he places his hands in his pockets. Callused fingers caressed the pistols he had in his pocket should he need to use them to get you out of there.

You glared at him ferociously, gaze hotter than the flames that lived in Scorpion. A silky chuckle broke you out of your trance as you snapped your gaze back to the goth in the throne.

“I can see why you like this one, Black. Full of fire, a true Outworlder in every sense of the word. Yes, I should like to guide you to become the ultimate assassin. Your work starts today,” he purred out with smug grin.

“Black”.

Erron turned his head back to his boss.

“You will teach her everything she will need to know about the Netherrealm. You will watch him closely and learn how I like my victims assassinated,” he grinned.

Somewhere deep inside him, Erron could feel his stomach twist. Why was he feeling antsy around you? Could it be that he finally has a real human companion instead of a monster that would try to eat him? Is he secretly desperate for someone whom he could compare the troubles of his old life to? Someone who would actually understand his problems that Tarkatans, Kytinn and Elder Gods wouldn’t? Erron didn’t know, and he didn’t like that someone was barging through his icy exterior.

You didn’t have chance to agree before Shang Tsung snapped his fingers and you were teleported into a different place altogether with Erron at your side.

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1 Month Later…

Although life for you was very different from your old home in apocalyptic Earthrealm, you had sunk into a familiar routine with your new killing partner. Shang Tsung would give you the name of any unfortunate creature that angered him or who he deemed as a waste of space, and you and Erron would pump the poor bastard full of lead. It was a dangerous life, yet every time the metallic tang of blood splashed your face the adrenaline surged through every blood vessel you had.

Erron was at his wits end however. He promised himself that whatever disgusting emotions that was strangling him would be gone by now, and yet every time he looked at you he wanted to drug the fuck out of you and take you to a secluded bunker, away from this hell and into his protective hold. Erron knew you were too weak to look after yourself properly, with the newest evidence arisen from the unfortunate Kytinn you killed. The freak of nature had managed to slice you with one of their weird fucking leg things and gave you a nasty looking scar on your shoulder.

Erron paced, clearly annoyed, as you plopped yourself on to a rock and began to dress your wound. Being painfully aware of the pissy mood your partner was in, you let out a huff and stared at him as he thumbed a small damp napkin he held in his pocket. Before you could even speak, Erron interrupted you with an angered voice.

“What the everlovin fuck were you thinkin, huh?!” He raged. You blinked at him before donning an annoyed scowl of your own.

“Don’t get fucking pissy with me, asshole! I killed the damn bastard didn’t I?! At least now his royal ass-holiness won’t snatch our fucking souls, dimwit!’ You yelled back at him, hissing when you accidentally moved your injured elbow. Erron caught on quickly, angered expression unwavering.

“Oh yeah, well now look at ya! You’d be lucky if you even have an arm left, dumbass! Kytinn bastards are covered in lethal poison. You know what, fuck this. You obviously can’t fuckin take care of yourself,” Erron muttered angrily to himself as he fumbled in his pocket for the napkin.

“H-hey what the fuck?! HEY-!” You screeched as Erron pressed the damp napkin to your face, one arm wrapped around your neck to keep you from squirming away. Every instinct in you screamed not to breath in, but biology forced you to breath the sweet smelling fumes. You could feel every muscle in you totally relax before you were lulled to sleep. Your tired body collapsed into Erron’s sturdy side, cheek smooshed comfortably and eyelashes finally fluttering close.

Erron stared at you blankly before removing the rag from your face. He did it. He finally had you.

His rough fingers damaged from years of assassin work touched your soft cheek. It wasn’t fair. The thought of someone so weak and soft resorting to kill people in order to survive would never be fair. That very idea had frustrated tears brim his eyes. Erron knew he deserved his fate on Earthrealm deep down; he had done unspeakable things with his hands that did not deserve forgiveness. He knew that this was coming to him, but when you weren’t irritating the living shit out of him and running people through with your swords, he realised you were ….sweet.

With a shaky sigh, he scooped you up into his arms, tenderly removing the little bits of hair and blood from your face before removing his mask and softly pressing his lips onto your temple.

“Come on darlin. Time to go home”.

[lovelyyy-luna]

softly

pairing: (jake lockley x fem!reader)

fandom: moon knight

pronouns: she/her

type: fluff and very, very slight angst

warning: none that I can think of

word count: 565

a/n: this might be a little ooc, but I dont care

date: 

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Sex with Jake was always intense.

When you were with Steven, he always praised you, and with Marc, he loved to dominate.

But Jake here was just an animal in bed. He made you feel things you've never felt before. You were now into things only he can accomplish. 

Now you lay in bed cleaning up after yourself and Jake. You put on your shirt and get into bed. He comes out of the bathroom and climbs in next to you. 

He wasn't much of a person that showed affection, and you respected that. You got your fair share from Steven and Marc, but you couldn't help but feel like you were missing something from Jake.

He laid next to you with his arms behind his head and eyes closed.

You decided to make a bold move and try and cuddle with him.

You turned over and wrapped your arm around his bare stomach.

“Not with me, Mami. If you want, I can get Steven or Marc to do that with you,” he said with a gruff.

“No, it's okay” you turned back over with some attitude and sadness in your voice for him to hear.

He was confused about what he had done wrong.

“Come on, mate, just do this one thing for her,” Steven said to Jake in the mirror by the bed they shared.

Jake shook his head, not wanting to speak for you to hear his conversation.

“Yeah, man. You know Y/N would do anything for you. Hell, she does do anything for you. Doing this one thing would make her happy.” Marc chimed in.

He scoffed, got up from the bed, and went to the bathroom.

You knew why he was annoyed. You've talked with the other guys about getting Jake to be just a smidge vulnerable with you.

He stared in the bathroom mirror, and the guys were just asking him to do this one thing.

“What if I'm not good at it?” he finally said.

He didn't realize he shouted slightly, and you heard. Your heart sank when he said that. You got up from the bed, went to the bathroom door, and knocked on it.

He opened the door, and you stood there looking up at him. A smile crept up on your face. You took him by his hand and took him back to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed. He was now looking up at you; you stood there between him and slowly tilted his head up. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest.

You lightly kiss him, something you or anyone has never done before. It was new and different for him.

“If you don't want to cuddle or do any of that affectioney shit, you don't have to. I just wanted to do something new with you.”

“Kiss me again, like you did before.”

You smile and kiss him ever so lightly. You started to get butterflies in your stomach because he was mimicking your kiss. It was light and lovely.

Once you broke the kiss, you crawled back in bed under the covers, and he followed. He wasn't rough with you this time; he held you close like you were glass.

His head rested on top of your head. You slowly drifted asleep. It was perfect.

“Te amo, mi querida,” he whispered.

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[laws-hat-headcanons]

hi can i have a reader x akainu nsfw scenario in his office please♡

Hi Anon! So, other than being a big stupid murder puncher I dont know much about Akainu so.. this might be a bit ooc?? Also I called him Sakazuki in this since Akainu is apparently not used anymore now he is fleet admiral?? Anyway, thanks for the ask and j hope you like it!!!

Sakazuki X Reader: Paperwork

Warning: Not Suitable for Work

You knock lightly on the office door and wait for the gruff voice to admit you. You open the door and step in, being careful not to knock the tray balanced carefully in your other hand. When you close the door behind you and turn, Sakazuki barely glances up from his papers to look at you, merely grunting by way of greeting.

“I bought you some tea,” You say as you step forward, carefully moving a few sheets of paper out of the way to place the tray down.

“Thank you,” He says, again without looking up.

“How long has it been since you've left your office?” You questions, checking the tea before poring him a cup.

“I'm busy,” Sakazuki rumbles out, both explaining why he hasn't left the room and why he doesn't have time to sit and chat with you.

You frown and pass the cup over to him. He takes it but doesn't drink it, simply sets it down at his elbow and carries on with his work.

With a sigh you move around the desk to stand behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. You feel the hard muscles under your fingers, you feel him tense at the contact.

“You shouldn't push yourself so hard, Sakazuki-kun.” You tell him, knowing how much he hates the suffix. Your fingers starting to massage the tight muscles around his neck. He lets out a groan, so quiet that you might have missed it.

“I don't have time for this,” The Fleet Admiral snaps, though makes no move to stop you as your hands work their way across his shoulders.

“There's more to life than work, you know,” You advise, earning a derisive snort in response.

“Maybe if you're a baker, or a fisherman,” He says dismissively, waving a hand as he picks professions out of the air. “But not if you're a Marine.”

You hum to yourself and continue your work, kneading the mans back and shoulders with practised hands until he starts to relax. Sakazuki pauses his work long enough to take a sip of tea before pulling the next document towards him.

It takes about ten minutes of massaging and quiet chatter for him to finally respond.

Grumbling and muttering he turns in his seat till he is facing you, his eyebrows drawn in to a frown and his dark eyes annoyed.

“What do you want, (Name)?” He demands. “I can't entertain you all day.”

You almost roll your eyes at the thought that he has been entertaining you up till now, but you think better of it. Instead you seat yourself on his knee and press a hand to his chest.

“I haven't seen you in days, I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You tell him honestly, your hand moving to the open collar of his shirt to caress the exposed skin there.

“My office isn't the place for this,” He tells you, but doesn't stop you as you begin unbutton his shirt, pushing the material away to reveal his muscled body and tattooed arms.

“If you'd come home it wouldn't have to be,” You tell him, lightly tracing the dark flower pattern down his arm, you lean in close and press a kiss to his cheek and you feel him tense beneath you.

“I'm the Flee-” He start, but you cut him off, pressing your lips to his.

When you pull away you smile at him and receive a deep frown in response, “You're the Fleet Admiral, yes, I know.”

There is silence as the two of you watch each other and you know that he will either send you away now or allow you to continue. The seconds tick by and finally he blows out an annoyed sigh, shaking his head slightly at his own foolish need.

“Ten minutes,” He growls out, and you waste no time in straddling his lap because you know he means it.

Sakazuki's hands find their way to the small of your back, then lower until he is cupping your ass with both hands, pulling you closer to him as you trail kisses over his neck and chest. You feel his erection through his trousers, pushing against the inside of your thigh.

He moves one of his hands to tilt you chin up, kissing you hard before pushing to his feet. He holds you against him for a moment, one hand still supporting you while the other unbuckles his belt. You release yourself from his grip and help him, your fingers easily undoing the belt and sliding his trousers down.

You smirk at him when you see the bulge in his pants, and then he is next to you, his hands jerking down your own trousers. He turns you so your back is to him, pushing you down against his desk, scattering some of his precious papers as you brace yourself on the desk.

Sakazuki pulls at your own undergarments, pushing them down and out of the way before you feel the slick end of his cock pressing against you. He doesn't waste time, he pushes inside you with enough force to make you gasp.

His hands grip your hips and he thrusts into you with hard rhythmic pushes that make you grip the edges of his desk, biting your lip to stop the moans from escaping.

On the desk, one of his pots tips over from the force of his thrusts, scattering pens and pencils that fall to the floor. Sakazuki grunts and moves his hand to grip your shoulder, pulling you up slightly. You move willingly, feeling his penetration deepen until he is all you can think about.

It doesn't take long for the two of you to reach your climax.

Sakazuki's breathing is harsh, his fingers digging in to your skin where he is trying to keep his grip, you feel him stiffen and release inside you, filling you with warmth. You cum a moment behind. You let out a cry of pleasure and you hear his own muted grunt behind you.

He stays inside you for a moment, panting, his hands still on your body, lingering. And then he eases himself out, steps away to find something to clean himself with.

When you finally manage to pull yourself together and turn round his is already half dressing, pulling his shirt back on. You glance at the clock – ten minutes, and smirk.

Slowly you gather your own clothes and dress, watching as he silently rearranges his desk until not a thing is out of place.

When you are fully clothed again you walk over to him, press a kiss on his cheek and leave. He doesn't look up as you go and you don't expect him to.

[divorcedfiddleford]

i know this is random, but do you have any tips on writing ford and fiddleford? you do a really good job on their characterizations and even though i'm very familiar with their characters i always write people out of character when i'm writing, lol! thanks !!!!

ghhhgg i Kid but anyway im like super distracted so i just made a list of a bunch of common mistakes i see when people r writing themedit: i was so wrong i made such a long fucking post im sorry this was a Mistake (rip mobile users)

first things first everything in the journal was Fake

fiddleford:

“fiddleford is a poor precious cinnamon roll who is helpless and did nothing wrong uwu” fuck off he built all those robots and probably killed a bunch of people in the process he isnt some innocent sunflower he’s more like a rowdy dandelion

yes this applies even if you’re writing young fiddleford he was just more patient and less open with his life of crime because he didnt want to go to jail

his eyes are blue. theyre fucking blue. theyre fucking b

“he doesnt like swears/he’s soft-spoken” wrong he’s literally the only character to have sworn on-screen

“he started the society because he was traumatized by what he’d seen” no, where did you get that idea. he literally says he invented the gun because he was “haunted by the thoughts of what I’d done” >literally stating that it was guilt not fear that was bothering him. eventually yes he used it for erasing scary memories but that was not his initial intent

he’s not bald anymore

really any idea that fiddleford is pathetic is grossly ooc i can think of one situation in the show that he wasn’t able to get himself out of and thats because he was turned into a fucking arras

what is this southern belle bullshit… he chews tobacco and wrestles pigs please stop woobifying this force of nature

a banjo is not the same as a guitar. a banjo is not the same as a guitar. a banjo is not the same as a guitar.

if youre going to write accents don’t be obnoxious about it

EX: “How are y’all doin’ this fine evening?”NOT: “Hower y’all doien’ this fain evenin’?”you don’t have to use the mannerisms in every sentence and you don’t have to drop the g in every -ingphonetic spelling is a pain to read like at the most you should be using apostrophes not respelling words (“Stanferd” more like kill me now)

also make sure your mannerisms are geographically accurate he’s not from texas i never want to see him say “sugah” again

his accent isnt even that strong in the show …what……….

tip: fiddleford is salty as FUCK he has NO MERCY and holds onto grudges like a lifesaver in a storm

tip: he loves being around people and will talk to them about fucking anything such as his multiple cases of manslaughter but doesn’t usually open up about his insecurities unless prompted

further reading: 1 2 3 4

stanford:

“everything that happened to fiddleford is ford’s fault” did ?? you even watch the show??? fiddleford did all that shit himself ford had nothing to do with it

“ford was manipulating dipper and con-” im gonna stop you right there. ford loves his niece and nephew. he agreed to leave the kids alone because stan thought he was too dangerous to be around them. stan only let dipper hang out with ford after dd&md. ford loves dipper and mabel equally and never wanted them to split up or anything. bill fucking knew this hence why he threatened ford with killing them. he made the proposal to dipper about the apprenticeship because he genuinely thought that was the best thing for dipper. he was wrong but he didnt know that

in fact while we’re at it - ford literally always does stuff with the best of intentions he’s just dumb and unlucky as shit

deal with the devil? he thought the devil was his nerdy buddy not the devil. he just was so happy to have a friend who appreciated him he didnt realize he was the fucking devil

abandon your brother? he thought his brother had sabotaged his dreams and that the only person he’d ever trusted had betrayed him. he was wrong but it’s not like stan apologized or denied it. also what was he supposed to do? challenge his dad? in case you didn’t notice filbrick was a fucking terrible dad

building a doomsday device? too bad you’re literally being manipulated and abused by Lucifer The Triangle

“ford didn’t want to make amends with stan” um, no, like obviously he’s still mad and stuff but in dd&md he stops himself from getting super mad and asks stan if he wants to play with him and dipper

“ford wanted to kick stan out” ?? when did he say that??? the closest thing he said to that was that he wanted his house back and while i GUESS you could interpret that as he wanted it back to himself he follows it up directly with “this mystery shack junk is over forever” so its pretty obvious he means he wants the tourist trap that makes a mockery of his entire life’s purpose out of his house

“fords a grumpy guy” he is the opposite . he is overflowing with love and pride for those he holds dear. he might be a little gruff but who wouldnt be after living in hell for 30 years

remember that one asshole whose kink is “ciphord abuse”. dont be that guy. dont write kink shit

just. don’t make ford the villain. dont do it.

this may come as a surprise to you..but….he DOESNT have to bring up his intellect all the time! a shock i know

tip: ford is very excitable he loves getting up and doing things and going on adventures!! he loves interacting with the creatures around gravity falls like the gnomes and steve (see: every gotdamn episode)

he’s also very sympathetic; if someone he knows/cares about is struggling he does whatever he can to help them and comfort them (see: the last mabelcorn, damvtf)

he tends to think more big picture as opposed to worrying about individual details. the priority is always solving the larger problem unless a loved one’s life is ostensibly in danger in which case that takes priority (see: damvtf, wmg1, wmg3)

tip: ford is gay

tip: he’s also anti-social and wouldn’t be very forward with romantic notions like it would take him months before he even THINKS about kissing someone and even then its like a 10 hour loop of beach boys’ wouldn’t it be nice

tip: he is the king of infodumping and explains everything in excruciating detail

tip: he likes to have a good time! don’t be afraid to let him have fun!!

further reading: 1 2 3

for both:

enough of the angst. enough. enough

if you’re going to make them trans don’t milk the dysphoria

tip from my pal rudy @blue-dipper​ (im not trans)

same kinda goes for if youre doing romance dont overplay the internal/external homophobia i made that mistake so many times its just clunky and gets in the way of the characters

the whole idea of “the innocent one” vs “the sinful one” is garbage. abandon it. you will feel a weight lifted from your shoulders

realistically if it’s a reunion thing don’t make them hook up automatically this shit takes time

in general avoid stereotypes. some examples being “the hippie” or “the nerd” just write them like they act on the show its easier and more enjoyable for everyone involved

ALEX HIRSCH ≠ WORD OF GOD only the stuff in the show needs to be considered 100% canon you can pick and choose all the other stuff or ignore it entirely

in conclusion all fiction is subjective and writing someone “in character” all depends on how you perceive the character. these are my perceptions of the character and yeah i get really frustrated when people don’t agree because i believe mine are those that make the most sense and that good representation of neurodivergent and lgbta+ people is important also im petty and annoying. the most important thing is that you be consistent with your portrayals (unless your perception of the character is inconsistency in which case good luck)