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diejager · 8 months

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👉👈 imagine reader as a cow living in a nice farmer but because they doesn’t produce any milk than other cow, the owner was worry so they brought lot of Bulls (task 141, kortac) to chose as mate but all of them wanted the cow.

Credit to @frogchiro and @nymphany for this!

Pasture Cw: hybrid, mention of breeding, milking (milk and cum), SLIGHT DUB-CON, SLIGHT DARKFIC, tell me if I missed any.

Price, the gentle, bear-looking farmer, had initially planned to have you milked, his high-end and pedigree from an ancestry of HoJos spanning many generations that he bought for a high price, soft and plump in just the right areas. He heard from Kate that she and her wife had bought a couple of HoJos, making quite the profit on their milk, fatty and thick, but silky on the tongue. He wanted to have such luxury in his arsenal, a cute, little heifer that he’d milk for the sake of tasting and drinking it to fill his stomach with warmth until he decided to sell a few bottles.

He wasn’t in any need for money, he had enough to last the rest of his life without lifting a finger, but he liked keeping busy, work and routine beaten into his body from the military. He already had a business with the amount of bulls he bought, broad and sturdy, powerful hybrids that he could milk for their potent semen and labour. Most were obedient despite a bull’s temperament, listening to his orders like his subordinates would, following them to a T without a complain. But there was always that one who acted out, either from sheer cheekiness or mischief, he would reprimand them, punish them if it went too far.

He thought he’d experiment with you, his new little obsession he would coddle and pamper with a house of your own and an open stall. You were so well behaved that he could leave the house open to let you graze and sunbathe under the warm sun when you weren’t busy with him training you with various aspect of your new life as his prized possession. You were everything he could’ve ever wanted, obedient, gentle, soft-spoken and eager to please him, letting him suckle on your swollen and heavy tits, your ears flickering back and forth and tail wrapped around his thigh.

His only issue was that you had problems producing milk. You would produce trickles of it some days and a gush of milk the other, it was a disorderly affair that he sought to fix if he wanted to create a stable trade with you alone. When he brought the issue up with Kate, she told him that cows usually produced more milk after birthing, breasts heavy with milk and aching to be milked of it’s produce, thick and rich tasting to raise a little calf that he would soon sell than let them take your attention away.

“Introduce her to the bulls, they might help,” were the mind blowing words that Kate’s wife gave him, the cementing proposition that had him make his mind on the next step.

He introduced you to his bulls, bringing them outside of their stalls and letting them roam the fenced pasture beside yours, watching you lay under the sun and ears flick away a buzzing bug. They’ve seen other hybrids before, women especially, but have never shown any interest in of them. He feared he’d have to introduce you to another farmer’s hybrid (Price wanted to take thing into his own hands, but he didn’t know how you’d take it to his advances) if you didn’t catch their attention, bringing in a stranger to breed you.

Fortunately, they were quick to scent you out, seemingly riled up and pumping out more seed since he bought you, restlessly wandering in circles in their stalls to sate the need to get to you as fast as they could. Their eyes gleaming with arousal and nostrils flared to sniff you out, stalking to the edge of their pen, the metal unflinching to their harsh grip on the fence. They looked starved - possessed - with how eager they were to cross the barrier, hollering at you and trying to coax you towards their side of Price’s land.

Soap and König looked the most out of it, slumped over with deluded perversion of need and hunger, arms reaching for your seated figure, staring at the group of bulls with wide eyes. Nikto wasn’t any better, both he, Krueger and Ghost glaring down at you with vicious and burning eyes, lost in their minds of dark desires and corrupted dreams. Gaz and Horangi were softer, more hesitant to spook you, but they were as restless as the rest of their housemates. You were none the wiser, gazing at them with your pretty, doe eyes, meeting their eyes with innocent and a cute smile, always ready to please others.

Perhaps he should’ve acquainted you all before.

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figueroths · 1 year

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barbie this barbie that where are my melanie’s mall girlies

#no i did have so many fucking barbies but where i went apeshit was creating little scenarios with my mallrats #anyway i just got hit with the memory of that existing and the working escalator being the pinnacle of technological advancement #blogging with myself

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thehauntedetheral · 2 months

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Yan Sugar Daddy

Requests are open!

• You were a broke college student even after doing part time job. You wanted to earn more money so asked your friends for suggestions.

• One friend of yours suggested to get a sugar daddy from website. You were a bit scared as you have no idea and experience about this but after much convincing from your friend you made an account on the app.

• After scrolling a bit you thought It's very unlikely for any sugar daddy to show interest in you when the website was filled with drop dead gorgeous sugar babies available. You felt insecure and deleted the app forgetting to delete your account.

• You continued your college and part time job. Forgotten about your account still being active.

• While Yan Sugar Daddy scrolled through the app and your account caught his attention especially your photo. He thought you were beautiful and so simple. He sent you many messages on app but no reply. He would check the app many times a day in hope of seeing your reply. After many days passed and nothing from you he decided it's time to finally meet you in person.

• He got details about you through his mens. Your address, your college schedule, your part time job location, your birth place, your date of birth, your zodiac sign, your favourite ice cream flavour everything. This man made sure his team didn't leave anything.

• And hence here he is waiting for you at your college campus radiating money, power and glory through his work suit, and handsome face. Hell even the watch he is wearing is of the cost of your years of salary you thought.

•"Ms y/n?" He approached you while you were just stood like a statue there mouth open. How come this man is here you thought. You remember seeing his profile in a blur on app before deleting.

"Close your mouth, love. Or people might think I said something offensive to you" he said chuckling looking at your expression.

Seeing your uncomfortable expressions he offered to talk to you over a lunch in a nearby restaurant rather than in your college campus. You accepted it not wanting to create any gossip at college.

You both wear sitting in a fine dining one of the most expensive restaurant in city whose reservations are hard to get even for some elites. By saying a near by restaurant you thought about some local restaurant near your college campus not this. But nevermind it's his money not yours. His money his choice you thought.

• He explained how he wants to be your sugar daddy. When you didn't reply his next sentence was "I can double the weekly allowance if you want". But you still didn't accepted it. You told him how the account and everything was a mistake and that he should find some one else you explained and left. You were scared about this whole relationship even though you needed money.

• You left the place but not his mind. He would send you expensive flowers with notes, perfumes, wines of old collection to your address in hope of you accepting. He never got a no as answer. And he will make sure to convert your no to yes. no matter what it takes.

• What in the fifty shades of grey Christan grey the fuck is happening? You thought while continuously getting gifts from him.

• He even paid your college fees in advance for upcoming years.

• By all the constant stuff he was doing you finally said yes and signed a contract with him.

• You entered his world.

• Yan is definitely dominant and rough in sheets.

• Would tie you up, blindfolded you,pull your hair, overstimulate you until you are a begging, crying mess.

• Is kinky. Would put a vibrator in your cunt and control the speed via remote kept in his pocket while you both are dining outside. Enjoying seeing you trying to control your moans.

• Is very protective of you. Someone tried to flirt with you? Would definitely make his security team beat him up till they are unconscious.

• You liked him while this man was crazy in love with you.

• Would spoil you with gifts, jewellery, dresses, perfumes, flowers, dates, vacations, handbags, shoes anything you want. Hell even his black card is with you most of the time because he says so.

• Kisses you any chance he gets.

• Makes you move into his penthouse so that he could spend more time with you.

• Carriers you in his arms whenever you are drunk afraid that you will fall with your high heels.

• Helps in wearing your heels.

• Is a gentleman in public and an freak in sheets.

• You looked at something for too long during shopping next day it's getting delivered to you. ( This man is god level rich and doesn't even think about the cost when it comes to you)

• You always wanted to go to paris? Well let's go darling his private jet is ready.

• This man is utterly whipped for you. Would do anything for you.

• You came into this arrangement to pay off your college and since your graduation is near and so is the contract expiry.

• You decided to part ways after graduation and contract expiration. When you tell him about your decision. He is absolutely devasted. Did he not love you enough? You are his everything. How could you even think about leaving him??

• This man has hired a professional proposal planner to propose you to be his wife and you are thinking about parting ways? Good joke baby. Good joke. But this is not gonna happen. The only way you are leaving this contract is with your last name changed to his and your finger bearing his engagement ring.

• And even if you rejected the proposal despite all of it he can trap you with him by his baby he thought with an evil smirk.

Want part 2? If yes let me know through comments.

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cosycafune · 2 months

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I'LL GET YOU PREGNANT!

3.7k words. satoru has a natural way of repelling your ex; he wants to fill your womb with his baby. he hates knowing he's shared you in the past, so he wants to claim you. right now, he wants nothing more than to fill your womb -- scaring away your stalker ex, suguru geto.

a synopsis of acts: creampies, breeding kink, rough sex, spanking, unprotected sex, teasing, head, nipple play, nipple biting, lactation kink, missionary, slight choking, slightly mean satoru, stalking, reassurance and marginally more.

"Sato', Suguru won't stop calling me!" Slightly irritated, you voice your thoughts to an intrigued Satoru -- observing a mischievous smile adorning his lips.

"How many numbers does he have?!" Bellowing, Satoru casts himself into cuddling your chest further -- contently pulling from your sucked-dry nipple.

"I don't know, Sato', but i don't know what to do for him to leave me alone," Running your fingers through Satoru's headbanded hair, you softly groan at him beginning to latch upon your nipple once more.

"I have an idea, but only if you're okay with it," Suggesting something so smugly, comfortably biting down upon your nipple, Satoru's eyes gleam at your subtle wincing.

Idea, huh?

"How about we make a film?" Halting at Satoru's lewd question, he poses himself into leaving your almost bare lap.

"A sex tape for...him?" Pouting, sitting upon your wavering knees, you question a mischievous Satoru. Dishevelled, Satoru lovingly spots one of his fangs -- his cerulean eyes clouded with lust.

"Yeah, I'll stuff you so fucking good, he'll only think of me when he sees you," Grunting, visibly flaunting his prominent erection, Satoru's proposal comes out in a strained manner.

"Tell me more," Teasing a flustered Satoru, you puff out your cheeks, pressing your ample breasts together -- flaunting Satoru's ropes of saliva sliding down their tauntness.

"Fuck! 'Can't I just show you? You're being mean," Whining, messily drawing nearer to you, Satoru abruptly burrows his fingers into your supple hips.

"Of course, you cry baby," Elegantly speaking, you cast yourself into glancing up at a towering Satoru -- gasping at his deft finger burrowing into your doughy bum.

Shit, you knew he'd ruin everything you have to create that damn film. Hm, perhaps he'd get you pregnant?

"Don't cry when it's too much," Warning you, Satoru hungrily licks his fang -- his eyes lowering in an overwhelming trance of yearning.

"Go your hardest," Flustered at your proposal, you vigorously batter your eyelashes -- your lips stammering at him harshly fondling your breast.

"'Can't wait to break you, little lady," Enthralled, Satoru's thundering heartbeat paired with his statement -- leading his steering fingers to further squeeze your love bite-invested breasts.

"C'mon, show me how you'll make a film, film maker," Further egging Satoru on, he greedily tightens his hold upon your nimble hips -- journeying towards your shared bed.

"Let's do it on your phone," Satoru eagerly mumbles, roughly settling you upon the plush bed.

“Whatever you want!” Unable to protest against Satoru’s advances, you whine at his ample fingers further lifting your parted shirt. His shirt that he comfortably piles upon a gentle you.

“So obedient,” Drawing your bucking hips nearer, Satoru retorts — basking in your realms of desperation.

“P-Please,” A wailing mess, you’re incapable of resisting Satoru’s gruff fingers taunting your nipple — skimming over the beauty of it.

“Nah, let me get your phone first,” Barely shifting from a partially exposed you, Satoru’s announcement ruffles your abdomen.

“‘Just gonna leave me here?” Neediness adorns your question as you greet his gaze, squishing your massive breasts together — arching at the sensitivity.

“Don’t start something you’ll regret,” Cocikly speaking, Satoru intakes your primal urges, pushing himself further pressing against you.

Calculated, Satoru casts himself into reaching over you — grasping your phone beside your plush pillow. Rather embarrassed, you insincerely push yourself into attempting to steal your phone away from him — only for him to designate a hand of his over both of your own.

“Got you,” Rough, untimed growls free themselves from Satoru’s gentle lips — leading to him drifting his curled lips nearer to your own.

“Hgh!” Gasping at Satoru’s swiftness, you arch mercilessly at Satoru drifting his glossy lips towards the curve of your ear — biting down contently.

“Now, let me put the phone up before I get too carried away,” Contently cooing, Satoru lovingly gazes at your fluffy wallpaper with him — swiping right to access your camera.

“Baby, you sure you wanna film this?” Smitten, Satoru’s tender inquiry vibrates within your ears — all whilst he settles your phone against your cosy nightstand.

“Shit, do whatever you wanna do to me,” Crumpled beneath a persistent Satoru, you mutter helplessly. Arched perfectly, Satoru basks within your arising breasts — strapping your toned legs around his sculpted hips.

“Anything?” Enamoured, Satoru’s questioned disbelief is illuminated through his shimmering eyes.

“Anything.” Consoling Satoru, Satoru callously grunts at your spilling breasts — darting towards them before streaking his covetous lips closer.

“Again, Sato’?” Questioning Satoru, you hazily glance at him. The momentum of your physique is trapped and warmed at his impeccable, caging warmth.

“Be happy that I haven’t gotten you pregnant yet,” Teasing you, Satoru’s words slur narrowly while his lips brush upon your perky nipple, “‘Would have sucked all the milk out of them.” Gasping, incapable of suppressing the thudding between your rutting, thunderous cunt, your lips part.

“Oh, Sato’,” Lovestruck, you cutely coo. Your admiring eyes are adhered with an undeniable array of thumping hearts.

“Speak,” Prominent roughness fills Satoru’s possessive command. Unwilling to soften heavily, Satoru curiously twirls your nipple between his teeth — his sadistic eyes cruel with desire.

“‘Let you suck all the milk out of them! Ah,” Whining, arching busily, your confession is followed up with Satoru harshly biting your taut nipple.

“Would you now?” Taunting you, Satoru mellowly draws back from caging you — glancing at your physique from the camera’s perspective.

“Anyway,” Pouty, the tension within your tone dissolves at Satoru latching upon your aching nipple — soothing the wicked discomfort he enabled.

“Baby, at least smile for the camera,” Mockingly placing his vast, veiny hands against your supple cheeks, Satoru squeezes them while he patronisingly speaks.

“C-Can’t smile, haven’t made you feel good, yet,” Pleading to at least give Satoru blissful head, you flutter your lashes before him — frowning with impatience.

“Good, huh?” Commenting on your hushed, indirect request, Satoru uses his thick thumb to softly pry open your lips — observing the lewd sound fall from them.

“Mhm,” Silenced voluntarily by Satoru, you obediently reign your tongue upon his finger — arising an ounce of sexual control.

“Hm? You wanna do that to my cock? Take it like you’re taking my thumb?” Groaning, boyishly grinning, questioning you, an overpowering smile floods Satoru’s careless lips.

Mewling while Satoru shoves his large thumb further into your mouth, you allow your eyes to swirl with his own. Naturally, you're sure to not embarrassingly choke. Longing for advanced bodily contact, you gently grind your hips upon his crotch — bubbles forming against your lips as you frantically suck.

“Mhm,” Moaning with sinful yearning, you’re unwilling to halt the pacing of your hips — consumed by Satoru’s gruff whimpers staining your ears.

“You’re being disobedient, my love,” Satoru’s statement is filled with an edge of threat, leading you to continue your streak of disobedience — longing for a punishment.

“Mmh!” Ruffled with a string of irritation, Satoru deprives your lips of his thumb — tempted by the lewd, gasping you free.

“D’ya really think you have control now?” Grinning sadistically, Satoru softly grasps your hips — contorting you, so you are directly on all fours.

“Yeah,” Provoking Satoru broadly, you naively wobble your bubble butt — squealing at Satoru’s fingers wandering against the jiggly, tasty surface.

“Wouldn’t want your ex to see you so disobedient, my love,” Purring within the shell of your ear, Satoru erases any sense of space between you both — harshly grinding his monstrous erection against the outline of your chubby cunt.

“‘Need you, though,” Countering Satoru, your lips stammer. Blanketed with control, Satoru contorts his free hand into grasping your breast from beneath.

“Be a good girl and wait,” Satoru’s tone vibrates against your arched back, only before he abruptly pulls back from a moaning you — droning with craving.

“‘Can’t be gooddd—” Lewdly whining with dragged-out sentences, you attempt to fuel your deprivation with the vacant air.

However, shifting your curved hips with determination, you softly whimper at the cool air tinting your bubble butt. Dazed within your heated trance, you loudly gasp and curl inwards while Satoru harshly spanks your vulnerable skin. Biting back your distorted pleasure, your fists curl swiftly — lust loitering so artlessly in you.

“Fuck, Sato’!” Bellowing gleefully, unable to contain your smile, you readily arch yourself — waiting for his stout fingers to abuse your obedient butt.

Shit, he loved the sight! The scattered element of your mind and pounding heart lulled him, with it helplessly placed for him. Viewing you, sexually frustrated, your frilly underwear strained between your dripping folds, swaying back and forth, stole away his self-restraint. Yet, for your sex tape to be lengthy, Satoru knew he would have to cunningly deprive desperate you.

“‘Need you to ride my face, you’ve earned it,” Rewarding you with one last harsh spank, Satoru spews his ironic statement — running his fingers against your thin underwear strip.

“Yes!” Desperation swirls within your gasping tone, pushing you into gathering a slither of obedience.

“I dangle pleasure in front of you and you act like this?” Softly chuckling, Satoru’s question is disregarded by a buzzing you. You who’s mentally conquered by his presence beginning to lay before you.

“Of course,” Breathless with your sexual craving, you admire Satoru’s eyes, watching your strained features inching closer to him — trembling with anticipation.

“You’re so cute,” Satoru voices his precious fondness for you, enamoured by your limbs crawling enough to settle upon his prodding crotch.

“Thanks, Sato’,” A curl of vulnerability blankets your speech, pushing you into descending lower — longing to capture Satoru’s lips.

Carved by adoration, you softly disregard Satoru’s vast shirt that you sport — comfortably bearing your lithe skin before his eyes. Hypnosis endows an enthralled Satoru, restricting his breaths whilst you lower your head — in hopes of greeting his swole lips. Nonetheless, he took the scarce time to admire your angelic curves, your contoured abs, the ample mountains your breasts imitate, and the adorable nervousness you flaunt before him.

“‘Just for me,” Coddling this known fact, Satoru mutters about how you’re all his — nurturing this truth within his mind.

“I’m all yours, Sato’,” Adjusting yourself upon Satoru’s crotch, you admit your heart — content towards your breasts smashing against his nude chest.

“I’m grateful,” Fluffed with glee, Satoru returns your amount of gratitude — moulding his thick fingers around the curve of your jaw.

“C’mere,” Possessive, Satoru softly commands you — pressing his lips upon your own.

“Mhm,” Moaning frantically, shifting slyly, you groan at Satoru grasping at your ass cheeks — snapping your underwear band upon the doughy surface.

“‘You like that?” Teasing you, Satoru sculpts his free hand into pulling down your underwear — listening to the slickness of it.

“All of it,” Nodding frantically through your approval, you fall into Satoru’s rhythm — allowing him to disregard your drenched underwear.

“Let’s see how you like this,” Satoru says, mischief adorning his demeanour.

Thrilled, drilled into with patience, Satoru gestures for you to shift higher up. Beaming, licking his enchanted lips, Satoru’s eyes soften towards you nervously drifting your pooling cunt further up his burly chest. Everything within him could sense the apprehension that consumes you, rooted in you knowing you won’t be able to control yourself. Nothing within you longed for the two of you to hold back, completely twisting dry everything you both could offer.

Composing yourself, completely forgetting about the perched camera, you allow Satoru’s briefly deprived lips to draw nearer to your folds. Mesmerised, Satoru persistently lowers a hesitant you — his broad tongue warm against your vulnerable cunt.

“I know you don’t want to hold back, sweetheart,” Egging you on, Satoru murmurs with ruggedness — his skilled fingers parting your present folds.

“‘Can’t hold back, baby,” Whining in a high-pitched voice, Satoru effortlessly pulls you down further — stationing your writhing folds against his adjusting lips.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart, you’ve got a show to put on,” Eagerly informing you, Satoru hungrily latches upon your grinding cunt — his lips sucking upon your sensitive clit.

“‘C-Can’t, Sato’,” Gasping through your stuttered response, you bury your shaky fingers through Satoru’s silky hair strands — mindlessly grinding.

“Ah!” Your features scrunch up with each of your bellowed moans. Your consciousness stirs away from you with each hungry suck from Satoru.

Expressing his pussy feasting skills, Satoru propels himself into widening out the span of his tongue — licking desperate stripes towards your entrance. Unable to pry himself off of you, Satoru greedily latches upon your tender clit — thriving off of you moaning with glee, a desperate smile paving your beautiful face.

“So, so, beautiful,” Subconsciously reciting his praise, Satoru steadies your hips — unwilling to allow your faltering self to collapse.

If he was correct, you were seconds away from embarrassingly finishing.

“‘Too much, Sato’,” Moaning with budding tears, you continue to smother Satoru with your chubby cunt — so in love with the way it kisses his eagerly sucking lips.

“…” Silence envelops Satoru while he messily slurps up his lengthy saliva strings from your cunt, curling into the idea of you being completely unable to handle his ample tongue.

“Look…at you,” Murmuring with satisfaction, Satoru grins at your array of clustered moans — fulfilled at you mercilessly grinning in pleasure.

“Ngh…warm,” Foolishly finishing so quickly, you continue to grind your helpless lips against Satoru’s face — grasping your left breast.

“You finished?” Taunting you, Satoru strategically flees from beneath your thighs – groaning.

“Mhm,” Nodding with satisfaction, you glance at a primal Satoru – eagerly licking his lips.

“‘Sure you don’t want something, Sato’?” Innocently questioning Satoru, you shudder at the possessiveness that tints his gaze.

“Right now, I need that pussy,” Satoru eagerly announces, dragging you nearer to him by your toned hips.

“Strip, Sato’,” Pushing your lips together, you lightly command him – aware that he’s in control.

“So eager, huh?” Taunting you, radiating dominance and fondness, Satoru narrows his eyes at you.

“‘Need more,” You whiny say, nakedly sitting upon your knees – feeling a subtle power imbalance.

“When you look at me like that, how can I say no?” Teasing you, Satoru draws nearer to you. Consistent, Satoru disregards his tight shirt – revealing his extremely toned, rippling abs.

“Aw,” Grinning with awe, you admire each of Satoru’s toned muscles – in extreme awe.

He always rendered you into a flustered state.

“Won’t be in awe soon, baby,” Satoru teases you, swiftly disregarding the rest of his clothing – allowing you to relish his nudity.

“Hmmm,” You tease, consumed by an expanding array of lust.

“Ready, baby, to truly make a film?” Cooing, Satoru questions you – so close to disregarding his underwear.

“So…ready,” Obediently speaking, you gulp – lulled by Satoru’s angelic physique.

Mesmerised, exhibiting the traits of a sailor, you admire Satoru’s pre-cum stained underwear – enthralled by the ample bulge that lingers. Eagerly glancing, your heart pounding against your nude breasts, you admire Satoru’s intense teasing.

“Be patient, sweetheart,” Muttering, Satoru lustfully looks at you – slowly allowing his underwear to slip down his jacked leg muscles.

“‘M trying,” Whining, you grow a little teary. Each of your limbs contorted with lust, yet Satoru held a heavy dominance over you. A heavy one that you wouldn’t disregard; you’re his.

“Baby, I’ll let you have it,” Satoru announces, letting you admire his ample, colossal cock – consumed by its largeness.

“Need it, now,” Trembling, you instinctively lay upon your bed – posing heavily for a towering Satoru.

“Mhm, you’re so good for me,” Praising you, Satoru uses his deft hand to pull your hips closer. Adrenaline, lust and love adhere to him at your meek gasps, your slight shying away, your parted thighs and your wavering eyes. They etched at his sanity, leaving him to instinctively long to be inside of you, enveloped by your warm, love-pouring cunt.

“Yeah, but you're better inside,” Countering Satoru’s praise, you yelp at him grasping his monster cock with one hand – rubbing it against your soppy folds.

“I’m not even inside and you're sensitive,” Proving Satoru’s worded point, you moan at your folds sucking in his tip – gushy at feeling Satoru’s cum-coated cockhead.

“P-Please, Sato’,” Cum-driven, you plead with Satoru – shedding your dignity.

“Anything for you, baby,” Flustered at Satoru’s low statement, you conceal your fanciful moan. You’re ruled by Satoru’s cock teasing your fluttering entrance, taunting you.

Knowing the camera’s positioned perfectly, you wickedly gift Satoru a half-smile – flustered at his gruff brow rising. His perfection completely stole away your resolve, leaving you wanting your brains fucked out stupid and pulverised. Nothing within you longed to remain as sane as you did now, not cock-stricken.

“Prepare yourself, baby,” Satoru’s warning causes prompts you to smile, only to arch towards his cockhead beginning to slip into you – stretching and splitting open your cunt.

“Ohh, yes!” Instinctively, your eyes roll back with your mewling – leaving your fingers to grasp your bedsheets.

“S-So…warm,” Humming, Satoru gifts you an experimental thrust – burying you with his cock to the hilt.

Moaning loudly, decimated already, you're breathless. Your choppy breaths cut through the ambience, and your gasping floods Satoru’s ears as he cages you with his body. Whilst he cunningly sinks deeper within your life-altering cunt, Satoru’s eyes flutter while he maintains eye contact.

“‘Can…feel it,” Filled to the brim, your walls conquered, you’re dazed as you tell Satoru – drooling.

“Only for my…princess,” Gleeful, Satoru spews his love – unable to keep his cloudiness in check.

“C’mon, move…Sato’,” Encaged by Satoru’s warmth, you plead for him to move. The tips of your ears are so painfully warm and tingly, representing your inhumane heart rate.

Beaming, Satoru begins to set a slowed pace – relishing the warmth that wraps around his snug cock. Groaning and whimpering, Satoru begins to steady his hips – slowly thrusting and kissing your walls with his cock.

Glee pampers Satoru, casting him into sporting parted lips – moaning in pleasure. His pillowy lips part before you, prompting him to maintain eye contact. Seeing your features scrunched up in pleasure, handling his large cock, slightly hiccuping, completely tore into Satoru’s wavering self-restraint.

Hindered by his primal urges, Satoru begins to harshly thrust within you — animalistic at your extremely loud moans. The way your jiggly breasts bounced, your eyes forcefully rolled back, your fingers barely able to scratch his back, consumed him effortlessly.

“Sato’! Yes! ‘So good!” Distorted, you spew lewd sounds. You’re completely enveloped by the skin slapping and the soppiness of your pounded cunt.

It was too good for you to feel embarrassed.

“Mhm, you take me… so well,” Praising you, Satoru roughens his pace — slamming his cock inhumanely within you.

“Ah! Ngh!” Suffocated by Satoru’s warmth, your head swims with each harsh thrust — pulverised by his fat cock.

“Fuck! So warm,” Purring, Satoru grins with pleasure — breathless as he destroys your cute cunt.

Seeing it obediently squelch for him, building a ring of white — on the camera — made him feel pride. Shit, you were moments away from becoming marked by him — obedient and cock-driven. Fuck, he claimed you so hard — stretching out your singing cunt.

“You…deserve some kisses,” Nodding at Satoru’s hazy declaration, you’re out of it — drool slipping from your moaning lips.

Eager, Satoru transfers his sexual resolve into affection — pampering you with kisses. However, he feels slight unease — as if he’s being watched. Watched by someone by your bedroom window.

Slyly looking towards the penthouse window, Satoru notices long, raven locks and a tall man. A tall man he knows is Suguru, observing the intimate encounter between you and Satoru—infuriated.

“Sato’, gonna… cum!” Hiccuping, crying, you sluggishly announce your words — passionately clenching around his divine cock.

“Ah! Baby, give…me a show,” Satoru moans out, ruled by your cunt fully swallowing him up — warming him with your loved pussy walls.

“C-Can…feel you!” Teary, marked with pleasure, you’re rocked by Satoru’s pleasurable thrusts — feeling him harden immensely.

Bucking into you hungrily, Satoru’s choppy breaths flood your ear. Wavering, he fucks you harder — listening to the desperation from your gushy pussy. You’re unable to breathe, stolen away by Satoru’s cock. Your every thought is eaten away by Satoru’s cock, pulverising you and making you his own.

“Show me…you’re mine,” Turned on, Satoru grunts into your ear — observing every one of your pleasure-induced expressions.

“Ngh!” So sensitive, you continue to pleasurably cry — unable to control your rolling eyes. All you could mutter is incoherent phrases, destroyed by Satoru’s rough and rhythmic pace.

Exhausted, trembling, an unbearable warmth adorns you. You attempt to push Satoru away, overwhelmed by the weight of his athletic body, his beautiful thrusts and his intense stare.

“T-Too…Ah! much, baby?” Barely able to speak, Satoru questions you through grunts — his eyes rolling at you swiftly finishing.

“Sato’!” Ruled with pleasure, you shakily cling to Satoru — crying as you finally release.

“He could… never,” Gleefully, Satoru lazily speeds up his unfathomable pace — his words slurred.

With lowered eyes, Satoru makes eye contact with a crimson Suguru. Suguru’s infuriated with Satoru’s wicked claim on you, so deeply within you, terrorising and pulverising your gushy cunt.

Cruelly, Suguru could hear each sound you release, the lewdness of your pooling cunt, each cry you release and each reassuring kiss you share with Satoru. Further stealing you, Satoru gifts him a boyish grin — hardening effortlessly within you.

“‘Gonna…cum,” Warning you, Satoru gifts you a loving kiss — thrusting his deepest within an arching, gasping you.

Even fucked, you still have small resolve.

“In…side!” Desperately, you proclaim — wrapping your legs around Satoru’s toned waist.

“Imma… put a baby in you,” Watching you nod at his words, Satoru holds his deep thrust — his eyes fluttering.

“C’mon,” Croakily speaking, you loudly moan, “Yes!” Lovestriken, you gasp at the intensity of Satoru’s cumshot.

Unable to get enough, you relish in the thick spurts of cum within you — grinning at Satoru’s pulsating cock finishing within you again. Happiness adorns you while Satoru kisses the top of your head, observing your flustered expression and scrunched-up features.

“‘Did so good, baby,” Reassuring you, Satoru beautifully pulls out of you. He displays your cum-pooling cunt to the posed camera and an observing Suguru.

“We put on a good show,” Satoru mutters, using a fragment of his cursed energy to close the curtain — shunning a seething Suguru out.

“Send…it,” Tiredly commanding Satoru, you snuggle into his array of kisses.

“Mhm, poor Suguru has already seen enough,” Taunting you, you gasp — noticing Suguru’s silhouette from your bedroom curtain.

“Sato’!” Chuckling, you hold him closer — flustered at the spurts of cum that spew from you.

“I say, we should make more films?” Cosy, Satoru questions you — his lips tender with delight.

“Always, now let’s watch it,” Fatigued, you speak — trembling from the aftermath.

“‘Guess we don’t need to send the film,” Pouting, battering your eyelashes, you murmur.

Hmm, but Satoru knew he’d make more films with you.

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derinwrites · 2 months

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Plotting a story -- inductive and deductive plotting

When it comes to plotting habits in writing fiction, there’s a scale. Most people label the ends of this scale ‘gardener’ and ‘architect’, although the terms ‘plotter’ and ‘pantser’ are also in use. If you’re a writer, you probably know this scale, but I’ll briefly explain for those who haven’t and then get into my model.

An architect, or plotter, is a writer who thrives with a lot of planning. Like an architect planning a house, they assess what story they’re telling in advance and what needs to happen to tell it. They assess the materials, plan and measure the acts (if they’re using an act structure), decide on the climax and how the characters will develop and map those onto the plan. Then, with a plan, they write.

A gardener, or pantser, by contrast, writes ‘by the seat of their pants’. Pantsers may or may not know where their story is going in broad terms, but they certainly don’t know in any detail beyond ‘this’ll be a cool scene if I can get it there’. To these people, writing is less like architecture and more like gardening – you can build your beds and plant your seeds, but a whole lot of what’s going to happen next depends on how the plants grow, and all you can do is keep an eye on them and prune or train them as necessary. You can dream about what your garden will look like in the spring, but you won’t know until you get there.

Plotters and pantsers are not two distinct categories of writers, but ends on a scale. The writer who ad libs sentence by sentence with no goal at all is extremely rare, as is the writer who starts from an overall view of the plot and cuts it down and down until they’re planning on the sentence level. Most writers tend towards one end of the scale to a greater or lesser degree, but very few write completely using one method and none of the other.

The plotter/pantser scale is one that many writers find incredibly useful to help them understand their own process. By knowing where you are on this scale, you can better understand how you write and better understand how the habits and advice of other writers may or may not be useful to you. (A pantser trying to meticulously plot their story in advance following some formula they found in a writing advice book is wasting their time.) However, this model has little utility beyond that, which is why I find it more useful to address the phenomenon not as a scale, but as the manifestation of two separate skills, that I like to call deductive and inductive plotting.

In logic, deductive reasoning is when you take broad rules or generalities and apply them to specific circumstances to predict things – you start big and go little. “Things fall when you drop them, therefore if I drop this rock it will fall” is deduction. Inductive reasoning is the opposite – you start with small observations and build them into a pattern to predict something bigger. “I dropped seventeen objects and they all fell; therefore, perhaps when you drop things, they fall” is induction. (There’s also abductive reasoning, but that doesn’t fit into our plotting skill metaphor.)

In my experience, these skills match to the habits of plotters and pantsers. Plotters, or architects, assemble a big picture of the story they want and then deduce their individual scenes and fill in the lines to map to their overall general picture. They are deductive plotters. If you ask a deductive plotter to start writing without an outline, they become lost and their output seems directionless and erratic – how can they know what to write if they don’t have an outline to break things down from? Deductive plotters tend to think of stories in terms of overall structures and themes that can be broken down into characters and events and put on the page.

Pantsers, or gardeners, are the opposite. They’re if-then writers, and build the plot upwards from the individual actions of their characters and create the story from the sum total of those interactions. They are inductive plotters. Brandon Sanderson often describes a pantser’s first draft as just a really thorough outline, and he’s not wrong; a pantser needs the scene-by-scene minutae to know what happens next. How are they supposed to build an outline if they don’t know what happens next? If you ask an inductive plotter to build and follow a thorough outline, their writing often comes out as wooden and arbitrary as they have to force the actions of the characters between the restrictive rails of predetermined plot. Inductive potters tend to think of stories in terms of characters and discrete events that build up into something bigger with a consistent mood or theme. Inductive plotters sometimes complain of their characters having a life of their own and defying the plot – this is the effect of their moment-by-moment if-then reasoning of the character’s next action not matching their initial predictions, and surprising them.

Again, the vast majority of writers have some rudimentary skill in both inductive and deductive plotting. A strong deductive plotter (architect) can usually sit down and infer line-by-line a scene that their outline lists as “the three characters meet in the coffee shop and share evidence, Rosemary sees Harold’s notes and realises where the gun went.” Similarly, a strong inductive plotter (gardener) usually has some idea of where their story is headed next even if they don’t know how long it’ll take to get there or what complications will pop up in the meantime. But I’ve never met a writer who is equally strong in both inductive and deductive plotting; most writers specialise heavily in one, and tend towards one end of the scale. I think this is because there’s such a huge overlap in utility; when we start learning to write, we start plotting in whatever way is easiest for us, and train that specific method over decades. There’s little reason to invest even more decades into getting just as good with the other method when your favoured method already achieves everything you want.

I find that viewing this scale as the result of two skills, inductive and deductive plotting, can be very helpful in understanding specifically how we write. Thinking of myself as a heavily inductive plotter with rudimentary deductive plotting skills has really helped me understand why some methods of writing work for me and others don’t, as well as help nail down specific weaknesses in my writing. I also find it useful to think of writing styles and strategies not as some unchangeable characteristic we were born with (as the plotter/pantser scale is frequently envisioned), but as skills that can be built. You don’t write the way you write because you happen to be a plotter or pantser – you write the way you write because that’s what you learned to do! And it was hard! And you did it! Be proud of your skill!

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aboodalqedra-3 · 11 days

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exuvianen · 5 months

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dating hc's with dr. ratio, aventurine + blade!

headcanons about what these hsr men do in a relationship witth you <3

cw: x reader, gn! reader (no physical descriptions), mostly fluff, sfw, headcanon style

notes: hsr brainrot… ahahaha... i hope i have a fairly good grasp on these characters and wrote them well.

wc: ~1050 words, around 350 words per character. all under the cut!

feel free to drop an ask or to add on to my thoughts! likes + rbs are appreciated <3

✎ Dr. Ratio:

He likes parallel play, or being alone together with you. He works on his own projects, like grading papers or writing a new thesis while you’re doing your own thing, like playing video games or reading. Occasionally, he might ask you for your input, such as ideas about his next thesis or what pose he should sculpt himself into next.

He has a spare desk and chair for you in his office. You can choose to do work or entertain yourself there when you visit him and he’s still teaching a lecture, but feel free to take a nap on the plush sofa he bought just for you.

He will nag you about your health but in an annoyingly endearing way. He fusses over you, telling you about appropriate attire for today’s weather, offering you an umbrella, and reminding you to drink water.

He entertains all your ideas, no matter how silly or illogical. He’ll hear you out on anything you say, though he might have some very strong disagreements or objections to your ideas, especially if they are silly or completely nonsensical. However, he never turns you away when you bound up to him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes - he just sighs and prepares himself mentally to hear whatever goofiness comes out of your mouth.

He’s your biggest cheerleader, supporter, and advocate. Though he may come off as intimidating, he is always willing to help advance your career or work. He has many connections and vast knowledge of the universe after all - why not utilize them for his beloved?

He’s very good at dispelling any irrational thoughts in your head. If you’re panicking and your mind is disoriented, he’ll sit next to you and hold your hand gently, but firmly to ground you. He doesn’t speak at all when you vent out all your frustration, confusion, or anger - rather, he’s silently contemplative and then asks questions when you finish talking. He’ll indirectly guide you to a solution while gently calming you down as he dispels those pesky thoughts from your head.

He makes a custom alabaster head for you.

♤ Aventurine:

A big fan of matching accessories and clothing. You don’t need to wear the exact same outfit, but he likes wearing complementary colors and jewelry to yours.

If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to bring you to casinos and public events with him. He wants to show off to you and let you witness his wit, talent, and skill like a peacock presenting its colorful feathers.

He likes it a lot when you trace his skin through the spade-shaped hole in his outfit.

He hates the feeling of being vulnerable, but he likes being around you. This creates conflicting emotions inside of him. Oftentimes, he doesn’t know how to deal with it and just lurks by you. Pull him into a hug to quiet the voices in his head.

He will send you packages or luxury items from the planets he’s visiting. You’ll be greeting a disgruntled Topaz or IPC soldiers at your door as they hand you various gifts ranging from limited-edition jewelry to flowers that bloom only once every 200 amber eras. He gifts extremely grand things, but he always knows how to find things that suit your tastes.

He’s a big spender on you. If you’re unused to the amount of money he’s willing to throw at you, he’s going to give you a lot of “exposure therapy” with his generosity. He’ll invite you to private auctions, lavish galas, luxury boutiques, and high-end jewelry stores. He’ll start filling your wardrobe with tailor-made clothes with the excuse that you should match his outfits when you attend formal events together, but his clothing contributions eventually infiltrate your closet pretty deeply.

He enjoys being pampered and pampering you. Self-care nights are a must - as a representative of the IPC and one of the ten Stonehearts, he has to keep himself presentable and looking sharp, and that goes for his partner too! He’s more than happy to spend money to fund your trips to the salon or buy you any beauty products to use at home. He’d love to put on face masks together and share a drink or two with you.

☠︎︎ Blade:

If you want to, and Elio’s script permits, he will bring you along on missions to safer planets. He’ll drop you off at a commercial district - feel free to go shopping or try out some novelty food while he wraps up his Stellaron Hunter business.

He likes getting his hair brushed. One of his favorite activities is sitting down and letting you comb through his hair after he cleans up from a mission. It’s an activity that leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t mind if it’s with you.

He’s an acts of service kind of guy. He moves to take your bags before you even say anything, holds open doors, and pulls out chairs for you. Brings you a cup of water and some fruit when you’ve been working for too long, and silently drapes his jacket over you when you shiver.

Tell him you like a certain pastry and he’ll show up every day and bring some. Show him a picture of a pretty flower and he’s boarding a spaceship to bring the flower to you personally. If you want something, he’ll do his best to get it.

He’s pretty quiet, but he’ll remember everything you say, what your preferences are, and what you like. He secretly writes it down in case his memory gets murky, and he’ll often reread his notes to remind himself.

He gives simple but traditional gifts to you, such as jade bracelets and pendants, and combs and hairpins if you have longer hair to wear or use them.*

He’ll treasure anything you gift to him. If you make an accessory for him, he wears it at all times. If your gift is small enough, he’ll stow it safely in his pockets and take it everywhere with him.

If family is important to you, he’ll send funds their way and ensure that they’re taken care of.

As someone who’s often dead and then undead, his body can get stiff. He’ll enjoy it immensely if you massage him, and accompany him for his daily stretches and calisthenics. Even if you just hold him for a while, he finds that his muscles will relax from the warmth emitting from your body. Therefore, he quite appreciates having you physically near him.

* Combs, hairpins, Jade bracelets, and pendants were given as tokens of love and affection in Ancient China. These gifts have a deeper meaning/symbolism, but for the sake of post length, I did not write them all out.

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mooooonnnzz · 2 months

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I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away 😭 its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

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Baby Jr | One

— Friendly Banter

Series summary: The teasing, fleeting touches became much more on the night Carlos won, the sexual tension between you two reached a breaking point. Perhaps it was that night, or the many nights that followed, but you were pregnant with his child, putting you in a difficult situation.

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pairing: carlos sainz x reader

Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut yet

wc: 2.9k

Note: here it is, the first chapter of many more to come. lemme know what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

You had caught the eye of a certain Ferrari driver from the moment you joined the team. He always looked at you in fascination, having the urge to find a way to figure you out but that's all it was for the longest time. Until it wasn't.

Carlos Sainz vividly remembers the first time he set his eyes on you. He was on his way to leave the headquarters in Maranello while you were on your way inside. Carlos' gaze was watchful, almost heavy with judgment as you hurried in through the doors with more items in your arms than you should've been able to carry.

He almost stopped you to ask who you were, but he noticed the badge clipped onto your jeans, media personnel. You had already passed him before he could read your name, and shook his head knowing that your name was the more important detail compared to your role.

You hadn't noticed him that day, but he noticed you.

He didn't see you again until the new season came around, having almost forgotten about your brief encounter at the end of the previous year. He had to do a double take once he saw you setting up the cameras for some content he was supposed to record along with his teammate.

It was a simple video that required the drivers to answer a few questions sent in by their fans, something that should've been easy since they've done it before. But he couldn't focus on anything but you. Given that you were the ones asking the questions, reading them off the short stack of cards you had in your hand, he wasn't outed for being distracted.

Knowing the drivers still had a busy day ahead of them, you began packing up the items once the video was filmed. Keeping your eyes locked on the task, you expected the drivers to be led away by their PR managers, so you were surely startled once you heard a voice acknowledging you.

Carlos stayed back, and roaming your gaze for a split second behind him, Charles had left. You knew who he was of course, after all you followed the sport for many years before you were given the opportunity to work for one of the teams.

"I don't think we properly met, I'm Carlos." He extended his hand out and you gladly accepted, shaking it while introducing yourself. You found it sweet that despite being one of the two faces of the team, he still introduced himself like you didn't know who he was.

As a junior media employee who was still relatively new to the team, you were informed in advance that you would rarely be interacting with the drivers.

So it wasn't surprising that while working in the same team, you rarely saw Carlos in person. Working under Silvia—the head of communications—you would usually be the one tasked to edit the challenge videos, creating enough content from various footage to keep the fans engaged. The few times you did see him in person was to conduct media challenges that the team planned every once in a while to give the fans a chance to know the drivers underneath their helmets.

As the season went on, you found that you were indeed given the wrong information; you did in fact meet the drivers again and again. You were given many opportunities to travel with the team, and it would've been absurd if you denied those opportunities—not that you had a choice since you were needed at almost every race.

You were glad to experience the thrill of Formula 1 from the front row seats, able to watch all the sessions in the weekend itself but also be a part of the journey with the drivers that not many people get to see.

It was inevitable to befriend many people along the way, especially with their welcoming nature despite some news outlets suggesting otherwise. Formula 1 could be considered as one giant family that obviously had issues every once in a while but no one outside of the sport could relate to them like each other. Especially since it was described like a traveling circus by a few drivers.

While you had befriended many other employees whether it was within your team or others, you also spoke to the other eighteen drivers often.

But no other driver invaded your thoughts like Carlos did.

You didn't know if you were overthinking it all, but you believed that Carlos was a tad bit too friendly compared to Charles or even any other driver for that matter.

Whether it was a compliment that left you a blushing mess, a lingering look that followed you until you left the room, or even a small graze of his fingers against your back while crossing your path, you couldn't think of anyone but him lately.

You heard a Monégasque accent calling your name and you slowed your pace, allowing him to catch up to you as you greeted without needing to look to see who it was, "Charles"

"Here, it's still hot," he was holding two disposable cups of coffee in his hands, extending one towards you.

You gestured to your own hands, carrying one too many things again.

He sighed, "I still don't know how you do that." He stopped walking as he neared a surface to put down the cups. "Here, give it to me," he spoke but didn't let you make a decision as he grabbed the various folders, a clipboard, and a tablet from your hands. You were still holding on to a tripod and a camera but he freed up one of your hands so you could hold the cup.

"I will have to let you know, that tablet you're holding, is very valuable to the team," you stated, mainly in a joking manner because you knew he wouldn't do anything to it.

"Oh is it now? What's on it?" Charles asked once you resumed walking, this time sipping on your coffee before answering his question. "First, perfect," you hummed, gesturing towards the cup. "Second, it has all the schedules for meetings, interviews, and everything that you or Carlos could possibly need a reminder for during the weekend."

He gasped, almost offended, "I do not need reminders for anything during the weekend, not like Carlos does."

Despite how it may seem, your role didn't entail being a driver's assistant. In fact your job was to manage a few social media accounts and create content that included the drivers as much as possible but every now and then you also helped the company keep the public images of the drivers reputable.

Lately, Carlos had been finding reasons to talk to you, and most of that time would be spent reviewing his schedule multiple times throughout the day.

"He can be a little forgetful sometimes," you commented but Charles shook his head.

"A little? He needed you to remind him what time the race was."

You grimaced, knowing Charles was correct. "Well, you're his teammate so you know him better than I do."

"Yeah, I guess I'll ask him, thanks for the coffee," Charles stated as you two entered a meeting room. There were still fifteen minutes before it started, but you preferred to use that time so you could prepare yourself for all the notetaking it usually required. Since you were still a fairly new employee, you wanted to absorb all the information like a sponge.

Confused, you responded back, "you're the one who got the coffee."

He placed the items he was holding on the table, then noticing the time on his watch, a brief gasp overtaking his expression. "Thanks for the company then, I'll see you later," he playfully winked like he always did before leaving the room.

Moments later, a knock distracts you from reviewing the previous notes and stats from the last meeting. Thinking it was Charles, you ask, "did you forget somet- oh, Carlos."

"Are you busy?" He asks as he leans his forearms on the back of a chair. Shaking your head you respond, "not really, what's up?"

"I forget how crazy the crowds can get outside, so can I stay here for a few minutes?" You smile, "of course you can, come sit." He rolled a chair out and sighed in relief after finally getting off his feet.

Carlos closed his eyes for a moment relishing in the moments of silence in his hectic life. It didn't last long as you hummed a random tune which you usually did while working. It was so faint but since it was completely silent otherwise, Carlos' ears perked up as he heard it.

Instead of looking for the moments of silence he thought he needed earlier to even do a simple task as breathing, Carlos leaned forward with his usual watchful gaze focused on you. "Are you planning on more ways for us to make a fool out of ourselves?" He asked.

You chuckled, "I would never do that." Carlos gave you a look that indicated he didn't believe you.

"The last challenge was planned by you, no?" He countered and when you sheepishly smiled, he knew he was correct.

"You know, Charles is right," you spoke after a few moments of silence.

"How so?" He leaned back, stretching his arms above his head for a moment that almost caused you to lose track of your thoughts. You've gotten better at keeping yourself calm and collected around Carlos lately, but you still took a little moment to appreciate how his muscles flexed in the full sleeved shirt he wore.

"There's a team debrief happening in about five minutes where you're needed, and it's a bit of a walk so I'm wondering if you're gonna reach in time." To confirm your words, he glanced at his watch, raising his eyebrows when he realized you were spot on.

"You know my schedule so well now," he couldn't help but comment, chuckling as he did so.

"Only because you forget it," you retaliated.

"Maybe I do that on purpose," he stood up, once again stretching to the point where the hem of his shirt raised a bit, revealing a sliver of skin that your gaze immediately shifted to. While you might've gotten better, you still needed a bit more practice every now and then. Carlos chuckled when you didn't have a response right away, knowing you were distracted but he didn't feel the need to expose you just yet.

As he pulled his shirt down, your eyes snapped to his, finally coming up with a response "and almost get me fired for making you late?"

He shrugged, "maybe." You knew he would never do such a thing that would jeopardize your job, so you shrugged off his comment.

"Go now, Sainz" you urged, waving your hand to emphasize your point.

"I'm going, I'm going, relax, cariño." You could hear his laugh as he left the room, and you didn't focus on the papers in front of you until his footsteps had faded away.

It was just friendly banter, you reminded yourself even after hearing the nickname he gave you. Sometimes your conversations were borderline flirtatious, but it was still fine. Until it wasn't.

As the year progressed further, you were no longer just an employee with a career in motorsport; you were a member of the team that celebrated each high while consoling and sticking together during the lows.

While your job wasn't directly connected to the race, nor could you help in changing the outcome like the mechanics and engineers could, you helped uplift the mood in the room on multiple occasions.

Which is why when Carlos stood on the top step of the podium, claiming his first place trophy that would eventually become a part of a larger collection, you felt like you won.

The spray of champagne reached the crowd of his team waiting below the podium. A laugh bubbled up your throat as Carlos tried to aim the spill of the drink in the team principal's mouth standing on the floor a few feet away from you.

A proud smile grew on your face as you watched the drivers and a representative from your team that collected the constructors trophy gathered together on the top step to take a photo.

The celebrations continued in the team garage, since both drivers made it on the podium. The energy buzzing through each member was noticeable, knowing that this win would be celebrated until the next. After the team photo was taken, the champagne popped once again.

A few people were able to get away from becoming soaked, others were being targeted. Charles managed to slip away, but Carlos couldn't. He happily accepted the spray, soaking his race suit further after the podium.

His eyes however, darted across the crowd and landed on you. Standing just out of reach of the champagne shenanigans but still close enough to celebrate, Carlos decided to pull you even closer.

Grabbing the bottle from the nearest person, he covered the top and shook it. Releasing his thumb, he let the fizzy drink spray out, directing it at you this time. "Carlos!" You shrieked, but laughing nonetheless.

Once satisfied, he took a sip from the bottle, his gaze fixed on you as yours moved down to his neck, watching his Adam's apple bob while he swallowed. Passing the bottle to you, you moistened your lips before tipping it up and sipping the cool champagne.

His attention was diverted as Charles had found another bottle of champagne, deciding to drench his teammate even further after the celebrations began to die down. You smiled as Carlos tried to run away, dodging the alcohol, but it quickly dropped once he used you as a shield.

"Oh, no, no, no," you held your hand out at Charles who smiled mischievously, stopping in his tracks right in front of you.

"You are a part of the team," he commented, and you almost ignored his words as you felt Carlos' hands rest on your waist from behind, feeling his breath on your neck.

The heat of your thoughts was ruined when Charles decided to rain champagne down on you, cooling you off instantly. "Charles," you groaned, knowing that it would be an excruciatingly long process to wash all the champagne out of your hair, especially if it began to dry soon.

The team began to disperse, rightfully so as everyone wanted to change out of their champagne soaked clothes, you included. Trying to wring out as much liquid as you could, you muttered a curse under your breath. This was the first time you ever experienced a win like today.

Speaking of, the winner of the race was standing off to the side, shirtless. Carlos had removed his fireproof top but still had his race suit zipped down to his waist and placed a cap on his head backwards to keep his hair out of his face.

You parted your lips and watched his back muscles flex as he moved around, then hastily looked away as he turned. You kept wringing your shirt as he moved past you, and despite the fact that there was enough space for him to pass you without touching you, his fingertips brushed over your back, down to your waist. He lingered on your hip for too long, but he didn't say anything, only smiled when you inhaled deeply.

You had returned to your hotel room and immediately rushed towards the shower. The champagne from earlier had dried, creating an unpleasant sensation as a layer of tackiness remained behind. Washing away all the sweat and champagne, you sighed in relief, standing underneath the shower for a few extra minutes to release all the soreness in your muscles.

You still felt the buzzing excitement of the day running through your veins as you dried and dressed yourself, but you were also exhausted, ready to climb into bed and drift away into the safety of your dreams.

That plan was interrupted as you heard a knock on the door. Pulling your shirt over your body, you peeked through the peephole, smiling when you saw him standing on the other side.

"Oh hello, don't tell me you forgot your room number," you greeted Carlos as you opened the door.

Wetting his lips with his tongue, he was transfixed by the sight of your hair, still wet from your shower, dripping down to your shirt beginning to cling to your body.

"I think I did, tell me you don't remember it either," his voice dropped an octave, and his stare was no longer calculating, but rather enticingly seductive.

"And why would I do that?" You almost whispered, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from him.

He stepped forward, leaning one arm on the doorframe while his gaze glanced over you to briefly look inside the room. "I'm sure yours is big enough for two people."

The corner of your lip turned up at his words, knowing it was just a ploy to let him in. The realization that he desired you just as much as you had grown to want him dawned on you as you stared at him standing in front of you.

Trapping your lip between your teeth for a moment, instantly attracting Carlos' gaze towards them, you nodded.

"Let's check," you stepped back, pulling him inside by the collar of his shirt.

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