#fred tan

[ladamarossa]

厲鬼纏身 - Split of the Spirit (1987)

[beyond-hypothermia]

Split of the spirit - Fred Tan

[dare-g]

Split of the Spirit (1987)

[intotheroaringverse]

SUGAR RUSH RIDE PRESENTS: FREDERICK "FRED" TAN

"Claro, Sr. Liang, estaremos aqui no horário do almoço, pontualmente. O senhor gostaria que eu trouxesse Denise no meu carro ou no seu? Qual o senhor acha mais seguro?"

Esperava que fosse no dele, onde ele costuma levantar a saia da herdeira Liang e se certificar que não existe calcinha nenhuma cobrindo a buceta dela, tão molhada e claramente implorando para ser dedada por ele furiosamente ainda no estacionamento do autódromo. Frederick gosta dos vidros escuros justamente porque só ele pode vê-la abrindo as pernas e se derretendo quando ele brinca com o clitóris dela até ela se comprimir e derreter na sua mão como uma coisinha de nada.

"Não, não, imagina. Nenhum toque indevido vai ser feito em público. Entendo a sua preocupação, principalmente com os rumores ruins que começam na internet, e eu jamais iria colocá-la em uma situação difícil."

Ele sorri admirado assistindo-a tremer, tentando controlar os espasmos do corpo, mesmo que seja uma causa perdida. A parte vibratória do brinquedo é esfregada por ele no clitóris, enquanto move a mão para continuar a foder a buceta dela com a parte fálica. Ela é perfeita nessa pose, deitada na cama dele com as pernas abertas e mantidas assim por uma de suas mãos, pairando sobre o corpo de Denise enquanto a olha nos olhos com toda a possessividade, perguntando se a putinha dele vai gozar para aquele brinquedo ou por ele, a vibração aumentando cada vez mais, a torturando. Quando ela engole em seco e diz preferir o pau dele, Fred se sente muito, muito bem.

"Ah. Eu entendo. E sei que sente uma grande preocupação porque temos uma diferença de idade grande, mas prometo ao senhor que não farei nada que seja maduro demais para que a Srta. Liang não se sentir exposta precocemente."

— Fala pra mim: de quem é essa buceta? FALA, PUTA! EU QUERO OUVIR!

O tapa forte que ele acerta na bunda dela ecoa pelo quarto de hotel. Tan assiste Denise choramingar e dizer que é dele, que é tudo dele, para ele foder do jeito que ele quiser, da forma que ele quiser e quando quiser. Isso o deixa ainda mais duro, se é que isso é possível, e então ele puxa o quadril dela para si, a perfurando, socando o pau tão fundo e tão forte dentro dela que ele tem certeza que está tocando o útero da garota aquela altura, mas ele não consegue se importar ou pedir desculpas. Sua mente se torna nublada pelo desejo e pela vontade de deixar aquela buceta no formato de sua rola e completamente arruinada para sequer cogitar ser fodida por outro.

"Claro que compreendo a sua intenção em proteger seu nome e legado, além de suas convicções. Não pretendo deixar nada ameaçar tais critérios."

O quadril dele bate com tanta força contra o corpo dela enquanto ele a perfura com o cacete que ele empurra o corpo de Denise para a frente a cada estocada e ela só não voa para fora da cama porque ele a mantém presa de quatro em frente a ele segurando por seus cabelos, os dedos enrolados nos fios com possessividade. Ela choraminga e vaza no pau dele, escorrendo pelas pernas e pela cama, implorando para ele gozar dentro dela. Fred acerta um tapa forte na bunda da garota, antes de segurar o quadril dela com ambas as mãos.

— Vou enfiar tão fundo nessa buceta que você nunca mais vai esquecer. — Outro tapa, o som arrastado vindo de sua garganta explodindo em tesão enquanto ele soca o pau nela até de fato a preencher com sua porra. — Gostosa. A minha garota, com a buceta mais gostosa.

"A tratarei como a trato em sua frente, Sr. Liang. Tenha certeza disso."

E todas essas palavras são ditas como se ele não tivesse acabado de comer a buceta dela no banheiro, a mão tampando a boca de Denise, a outra mantendo as pernas abertas enquanto afundava o rosto para sugar cada gota que ela pudesse dar a ele. O olhar de Fred e de sua namorada se cruzam na sala e sorriem de modo inocente e até mesmo confidente, passando toda a imagem de pureza que eles sustentam com maestria agora que dominam aquele jogo.

— Agora, se o senhor permitir, eu gostaria de levar sua filha para jantar hoje à noite — a frase é direcionada ao patriarca, conforme o script, mesmo os dedos dele se entrelaçando nos dela. Apenas após a benção do homem, eles se retiram, o sorrisinho de Fred presente no próprio rosto. Uma vitória. — Tenha uma boa noite, senhor.

Eles passam juntos por todo o caminho até o carro dele em silêncio, até baterem as portas escuras e ficarem alguns segundos em silêncio dentro do automóvel. A mão de Fred agarra a coxa de Denise enquanto ele se inclina sobre ela e a beija com ferocidade.

— Ainda sem calcinha? — pergunta a ela, acariciando o rosto feminino. Assim que ela confirma com um aceno, ele a beija de novo. — Minha boa garota, sempre obediente.

Enquanto o carro arrancava dali, mil planos imundos eram ditados por ele como opções para o pós jantar deles dois. Se não tivesse ninguém vendo, não ia ter problema algum e ele sabia.

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1035 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[maripapercat]

So, I really like this

I need to know more examples of this dynamic

[10hourshift]

Freddy and Fred: the sillies of all time

(and a pain in the ass to make something for them)

Weird story ahead, kind of

First things first, Fred is a Zoroak, he especially is a Zoroak who wanted to be human and had been learning how to "human", like learning to talk correctly, to read, and other stuff. He uses his illusions to "blend in" and, technically him and his pokemon are Freddy's.

Freddy is kind of an accomplice to Fred, but kind of in the way that he somehow got himself in that situation. Even though he was on board with helping Fred at the beginning, the amount of trouble that he goes through to help him has made him a bit paranoid and overprotective of Fred.

Outside of that, Freddy was already a weird guy from the beginning. Having the ability to talk to and perfectly understand pokemon. He always felt a stronger connection to them than other humans (he even at some point had wished to become a pokemon). He helped Fred because his dreams were similar to his, though now admits that they may be a bigger issue than expected.

Finally pokemon meanings:

Freddy:

Tediursa: cute bear, I grabbed it's colors to make Freddy's color scheme.

Clefable: matches with Gengar

Zoroak: Fred

Grandbull: kinda matches with Zoroak. Also, this pkmn is really timid despite it's scary looks, I think it fits Freddy's personality contrast to Fred's (also a strange way for me to decide Freddy is trans ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

Fred: (he only gets two bc he's a pkmn himself)

Gengar: match with Clefairy, and the fit of his sneaky personality

Pancham: match with tediursa, also to make clear the contrast in personality.

[loopscereal]

ayuda

[gummi-stims]

👱‍♂️🪤💙🧡Freddie🧡💙🪤👱‍♂️

From tubuslimes' Scooby Doo collection!

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

RISE 'N SHINE BABES. IT'S FRED DURST FRIDAY!

[ladamarossa]

厲鬼纏身 - Split of the Spirit (1987)

[malkaviian]

me voy a tirar de un cuarto piso

[doom-dreaming]

It's tough having a concept in your head instead of a plot. What do you do with it besides rotate it in your mind and go increasingly insane.

[batunatu]

FAZBEARRRR, MI ESPÍRITU ANIMAL

UN NIÑO BIEN PENDEJO

[monzamash]

★ bargain bin; —send me a driver + prompt/dialogue starter and i'll write a tiny musing for you

loosen up charles leclerc x you —18+ (sex, mature themes, coarse language) —requested by @tlhd7 (absolute gem) and lovely anon 💖

you knew you were done the second you saw ferrari��s usgp liverly on instagram. the little slither of black peeking out of the collar of charles’ suit already conjuring up wild, wild thoughts. none of them holy. charles looked good in black, that was a well known fact — whether he was wearing a tuxedo or even lounging around in a simple black shirt he looked hot. and although he exuded sunshine energy most of the time, there was a darkness that you enjoyed about him. vexed and flustered charles turned you on.

once you had confirmation from your boyfriend that they were indeed wearing black fireproofs this weekend, the decision was final. you were flying out to texas because nothing was going to stop you from indulging in your greatest fantasy — jet lag who? and nobody was going to stop you from slinking into charles’ drivers room while he prepped for practice. absolutely nobody.

“knock knock…” you playfully greeted, causing charles to glance over from where he was perched on his physio bed. 

“well hello, mon ange… who let you in?” he teased back with a smirk and placed his phone on the table beside him.

“andrea did because i’m actually here to do your warm up massage… fred thought it was really important to get a professional in to make you feel good.” 

charles' soft smile dropped into a devilish smirk, eyes narrowing with desire as soon as his mind registered what you were saying. he liked to roleplay a little, especially on the road when everything felt so serious and tiresome — he loved a sprinkle of spiciness added to the mix and who better to bring it than the woman of his dreams.

“oh well don’t let me stop you, ma’am,” he rushed before laying back down on his front, smiling from ear to ear and giggling into the face hole.

“thank you, sir — i’ll get started on your back first… making sure all those hard knots are worked out before your race,” you stated, brushing your hands down the expanse of his clothed back. the black mesh felt smooth against your palms as you moved them up and down in long strokes, "how's that pressure?”

“incredible but you can be harder if you like,” charles mumbled, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the feeling of your touch. 

“oh, it’s gonna be hard, mr. leclerc — please be patient.” 

you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh into your shoulder — every time you played a character, you struggled to keep it together but eventually the insecurity of it all slowly dissipated as you focused back in. 

you thumbed the hem of his fireproof top and dragged it gently up his back, exposing the tanned skin that beautifully complimented the black fabric, all taut and soft and sprinkled with freckles. each muscle danced under your fingertips as you carefully traced the marks you’d left the night before — the remnants of your reunion making every nerve in your body tingle from the memory. the frenzied fingernail tracks were red, but fading and you could tell charles liked the feeling of your cool palms grazing them by the soft, nearly inaudible moan that slipped from his pursed lips.

“feel good?” you asked, smirking to yourself.

“amazing.” he practically groaned in response. 

“i’ll get you to turn over now so we can shift focus to your front.”

it didn't take long for charles to scurry up and flip over onto his back. he looked like a kid entering a candy store, all wired and wide eyed from what was on offer, and the promise of a sweet treat at the end. you rubbed your hands together and pushed his shirt up a little further before working your hands across his tight abdomen and over his chest, spending a little extra time on the perked nipples that always got his engine revving. to balance out the moans of pleasure, you ghosted your fingertips down his ribs, causing a high pitched giggle to erupt from the man below, immediately cutting the tension bubbling up.

“very ticklish there, ma’am — go lower please…” 

“oh, do you feel tight down here?” you asked innocently while unzipping his suit a little further down his hips.

“very tight - bit lower than that… lower… lower,” charles’ voice grew quieter the closer you got to where he ached until your hand gently grasped his hard cock, “ah, yes - right there,” he sighed. 

you stroked him through the black fireproof trousers, the fabric bunching as your hand worked him over, “ah, i see… very stiff in this area — try to relax for me, charles.” 

the sound of his name falling sultrily from your mouth as you worked him in your hand had him moaning into his arm that had instinctively come up to cover his mouth. the walls of his drivers room were thin, so thin that you’d been told more than once to keep it down. it never stopped you — in fact, maybe it even encouraged the exhibitionist streak you two had. 

through the soft moans, charles eventually grasped consciousness and came up for air - he loved watching you get him off, almost as much as he enjoyed returning the favour. everything about you set him alight — your eyes, your voice and the way you studied every little twitch on his face while you made him feel good.

slowing slightly, you pensively looked down at your hand and tutted, “i think i may need to use some kind of lubrication to really get these stiff knots out…” 

charles eagerly nodded, “do whatever you need to do.”

“as long as you’re sure…” you stated cautiously, peeling down his fireproofs and underwear in one foul swoop, “is it okay if i use my mouth? i think it could really help.” 

a gutteral moan vibrated in charles’ throat as his head lulled back in disbelief, “fuck… i mean, yes- yes, yes, yes, yes.” 

it never took long to have him exactly where you wanted him — you always started with a tiny kitten lick to his tip, your tongue would travel down to the base and back up before taking him fully in your warm mouth. before too long, he was sitting upright and pulsating down the back of your throat with his fingers loosely grasping the back of your head for dear life, needing something, anything to hold onto while you had him seeing stars. his other hand was pressed so hard to his mouth that when you stood up and wiped your lips, you could see a red hand print left in its wake. 

“are you feeling looser now, mr. leclerc?” you teased and massaged his shoulders once more with a smirk lining your swollen lips. 

“oh my god stop or you’ll make me hard again,” charles groaned and pulled you into a passionate kiss, “you will be the death of me eventually, sweet girl.”

a/n— please don't ask me to define "tiny" because this is over 1k words lol i got carried away because i haven't written for charles in a loooong time and these two requests were way too good not to combine! i have no chill. shop the sale event here !!

[bellarkeselection]

I had an idea for rip. It’s kinda like the scene from season 1 where jimmy got beaten up by Fred but instead of Jimmy could it be the reader is rips wife and she’s secretly pregnant with their second child and she protects her stomach and then revel to rip she’s pregnant again. You can easily change bits to the story or even add a little bit of smut that’s fine with me .

The Rule Of Fighting…Especially my Wife

Threading my fingers through his black hair Rip broke the kiss pulling himself out of me where we laid under the covers naked. Running a hand over my face I began catching my breath. Moving my other hand over my growing pregnant belly until Rip grasped my hand in his. Rolling onto my side I whispered still not awake even though we woke up in a very pleasing way. “Do you have to go to work today. Can’t we just take a day and lay around the house?”

“You’re daddy wouldn’t like that. Besides I owe him everything for letting me work at the ranch.” He responded leaning forward and kissing me on the head gently getting up from the bed. He shrugs his jeans on and grabbed his black jacket with his hat off the hook.

Holding myself up on my elbow I held the sheet up against my chest even though he had seen me naked already. “Yeah you’re probably right, baby. Hey though where do you think our little Georgie is off too?”

“I ain’t too sure. He’s probably trying to sattle a horse or running around with his grandpa John. I’ll see you later tonight Y/n.” He placed his hat on his head coming over giving me one last kiss going to work.

Getting out of the bed, I ran my hands down my grown belly, looking myself over in the standing mirror we had in the corner of the bedroom. I slide on the pair of jeans that didn't press on my stomach, pairing it with a light orange flannel shirt that was tucked into them. With some light brown boots and a tan cowgirl hat on my head. Heading towards the barn, I grabbed the saddle for my horse about to throw it over until I heard someone make a remark about me entering the room. "Woah, I guess that Wheeler really couldn't let you go, so he just keeps knocking you up."

"I'm sorry do you have a problem with me?" Throwing the saddle over my horse I turned around on my feet with my boots kicking up dust.

My gaze met the appearance of one of the ranch hands who was named Fred if I remember correctly. "I've got a problem with you getting special attention from the boss."

"Your boss is my father, so.." Crossing my arms over my chest, I snipped in a slight tone.

Fred stepped closer towards me, glaring down at me since he was slightly taller than me. "I ain't talkin about your daddy, Dutton. You're sleeping with Wheeler and get off work early and still getting the same pay as we do. That isn't right in my opinion."

"First off, I get breaks more than you because of my five year old son Georgie and are you blind cause at the moment I'm pregnant again. Two, I'm heading to work now Fred - argh!" I screamed when he stomped up grabbing me by my hair yanking me backwards until I elbow him in the face.

He stumbled backwards holding his nose while I spun around on my feet. "You bitch!"

"You don't want to fight me, Fred." I warned him, getting in a fighting stance with my hands into fists ready to go.

Yet the ranch hand refused my warning and came charging straight for me. He tackled me to the dirt before I could really blink. He was throwing punches at me but I was blocking most until he gave a harsh one to my belly and I released a cry of agony. "God damn!" I cursed curling up in a ball for a second with him getting to his feet.

"You need to remember who is stronger here, Dutton girl." He spat down to me.

Sniffing through some tears i glared at him until I swiped my feet underneath his near mine where he topped to the dust. Forcing myself to my feet I held my stomach with one hand landing a good punch on his nose with the other. Fred came back trying to kick my stomach yet I buried my face close against it so he kneed me in the face. My nose begins bleeding where he quickly grabbed my arm throwing me over his back until we heard my son's sweet voice. "Mommy, why are you wrestling?"

"You're boys gonna see how weak you are - ohhh fuck!" Fred groaned in serious pain onto his knees when I kicked him in between his legs giving me the chance to rush to my son.

Grabbing his shoulders I croaked through tears and some pain myself. "Georgie, go find daddy now. Bring him here." He ran off when Fred started getting up until I charged tackling the man even though it was harder when I was pregnant.

Swinging a few punches at Fred I got some of his blood on my knuckles. He grabbed my wrists twisting them behind my back throwing me down again. "I told you I was stronger than you, bitch!" He growled in my ear where he about kicks me in the stomach again until someone harshly shoved his body against the wooden barn stalls.

Gasping for breath and some relief I sat upright seeing my husband Rip had him by the collar where he threw him against the stall and then did it again but it was down in the dirt raising his voice. "What's the rule about fighting, Fred. You wanna fight somebody, come fight me. I'll fight you all damn day!"

"That girl done started it with her saying that she deserves the same pay as we do but cuts out half the work. I guess you'll believe anything when you married a whore." Fred coughed looking at me when Georgie came over by my side.

Rip yanked the guy by his jacket holding him against the wall where he almost couldn't breathe by the choke hold he had on the ranch hand. "What did you call her!"

"She's knows I'm right that's she had to send in the little guy to get the big guns." Fred taunts until my husband kicked him harshly in the gut and he collapsed into the dirt.

He grabbed Fred up one last time against the wall for good measure croaking his deep tone with the words he declared. "If you ever hit or speak to my wife like that again I'll kill you, Fred! Are you okay, Y/n?" He released him from his grasp coming slowly over to me with his gaze softening.

"I hurt a little bit...here especially. But otherwise I think I'll be fine." I mumbled placing my hand in his with my eyes dropping to my pregnant stomach where he tugged me up to stand where he picked me up bridal style when I almost collapsed onto the dirt not able to stand on my own.

He carried me back to our cabin with Georgie following us and opening the door to the cabin, then our bedroom and finally the bathroom. "Georgie, go grab one of my shirts and the shorts off the foot of the bed for mommy." Rip spoke towards our son who quickly came back with what he asked.

"Is mommy going to be okay, daddy?" He asked with worry in his sweet voice.

Rip sat me down on the toilet lowering himself to his knees since I didn't have gotten my balance back yet. "She will be. I want you to go play with grandpa John while I help mommy okay little man." He nodded leaving us alone in the bathroom letting silence into the room.

He slowly tugged on my shirt shrugging it over and off my body giving him perfect view of my belly. "I'm sorry he did this to you..to our baby. I'll take him to the train station tomorrow morning if that's what you want." He placed his on my bump feeling me slightly pull away when he touched the sorest part of my body from the fight.

"Rip, don't blame yourself for this. Fred has always been a jackass from the day my father hired him. I'll go to the doctor and get the baby checked out." Resting my hands on his shoulders I sent him a half smile knowing he would start blaming himself for me getting injured.

He nodded, helping me remove my pants and slide the shorts up. He ran a hand through my hair once I slipped his shirt on that was like a dress on me. "I love you so much, darling. He will never touch you again I swear it." He softly took me into his arms carrying me into the other room laying me down in the bed.

He climbed in on his side and I snuggled up into his warmth knowing he would leave to deal with the rancher when I went to sleep and rested. "I love you, Rip and so will this second child of ours." Whispering up into his brown eyes I intertwined our hands together closing my eyes letting sleep overtake me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️