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fleuraimer · 5 months

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hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

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cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

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curtmega · 7 days

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Spies LA day 1! I love this show and these people.

First two 📷 by Corey Lubowich

#spies are forever #tin can bros #tin can brothers #agent curt mega #Mary Kate wiles #tessa netting #joey richter #lauren lopez #joe walker #brian rosenthal #corey lubowich #matt dahan #Carlos alazraqui #tom lenk #mariah rose faith

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shanghaigp · 5 months

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carlos and oscar radio beef is so funny, but i always wonder what oscar’s race engineer is thinking when it happens bc he was also carlos’s race engineer at mclaren LMAO 😭 like when oscar is like “classic carlos 🙄” do u think tom is also like “yeah classic carlos 😞😞”

#carlos sainz #oscar piastri #i’m such a fan of both but every time they get into it on track i’m like FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT #also tom the race engineer is also tom the olympic medalist #he seems to have lived such an interesting life i want to know more about him #mclaren f1

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issylra · 1 year

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TOM STURRIDGE in ON THE ROAD (2012)

#tom sturridge #on the road #sandman cast #filmedit #carlo marx #*mine: gifs #he's so perfect in this movie #the way his lip trembles #smoking tw

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kent-farm · 8 months

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Who are all of you?

—Barry Allen, The Flash, “Cause and Effect”

#The Flash #Barry Allen #Grant Gustin #Iris West #Candice Patton #Westallen #3.21 Cause and Effect #Cisco Ramon #Carlos Valdes #Joe West #Jesse L. Martin #Julian Albert #Tom Felton #Amnesia | Barry #Holding Hands | Barry and Iris

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star-labs-intern · 2 months

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Harrisco + clones

#harrisco #cisco ramon #carlos valdes #tom cavanagh #harry wells #shes back with the harrisco shitposts friends #100

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monserelates · 18 days

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sometimes all you need is to read a fanfic with your favorite fictional character on Tumblr

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f1-stuff · 8 months

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https://x.com/very_berry99/status/1694436129053831450?s=61&t=pbNHw81OxPD5slyNMj1j0A

yeah…

#we were talking about this in the c2 server and I just feel like #matt is pissed about how sexy Carlos is bc HE wants to be Charles’ bf but the spot is taken 😭💀#carlos sainz #2023 #p1 podcast #matt gallagher #tom bellingham #anon #ask

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supermanandloisverse · 9 months

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From FanExpo Chicago

#superman and lois #superman #tyler hoechlin #clark kent #kal el #smallville #bitsie tulloch #lois lane #danielle panabaker #killer frost #caitlin snow #khione #tom cavanagh #nash wells #carlos valdes #cisco ramon #the flash

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prettylittlels · 4 months

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masterlist

requests are open! 🩶🪩🫧

tom blyth

he -> part 2

pov: you meet a beautiful stranger on the subway.

the movie -> part 2 -> part 3

pov: your book, the invisible life of addie larue, is getting adapted into a movie. (author!reader).

my picture

pov: you find a special picture in tom's wallet.

i can see you

pov: you notice rachel's costar is staring at the academy's annual gala. (actress!reader)

special night

pov: you perform you new song at the golden globes and you drive people crazy. (singer!reader)

over spilled coffee

pov: you spill coffe over a beautiful stranger and realize he's sitting next to you during an eight-hour flight.

old memories

pov: you and tom rekindle your relationship after working together. (actress!reader)

lando norris

you're such a dream to me

pov: you meet your favourite f1 driver and end up writing a song about it (singer!reader)

sebastian vettel

proud

pov: you make ferrari win in monza and your husband is proud of you (ferrari team manager!reader)

arthur leclerc

mon chéri

pov: you make your relationship public

carlos sainz

un verano con vos

pov: you and carlos spend the summer break with the family (argentinian!reader)

fernando alonso

just an inchident

pov: you forget to switch accounts and post a picture of you and your boyfriend in aston martin f1 racing's instagram

oscar piastri

fun

pov: you and your date blow up on social media after a video of you dsncing gets leaked

paul aron

baby tee

pov: your boyfriend repost your new song and the fans start speculating who the song is about

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lenreli · 1 month

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#on the road #ontheroadedit #carlo marx #filmedit #perioddramaedit #tom sturridge #tomsturridgeedit #tsturridgeedit #actoredit #the sandman cast #thesandmancastedit #sandmancastedit #mine #tom tuesday #him

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sharlsainz · 3 months

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it's ALWAYS a man with floofy hair

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pookiestheone · 23 days

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Tom de Carlo

#Vintage Men #Tom de Carlo

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kent-farm · 8 months

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—The Flash, “All Star Team Up”

#The Flash #Ray Palmer #The Atom #Felicity Smoak #Cisco Ramon #Harrison Wells #Caitlin Snow #he Flash #Barry Allen #Grant Gustin #Brandon Routh #Emily Bett Rickards #Carlos Valdes #Tom Cavanagh #Danielle Panamaker #Flight | Ray #Superman Allusion #1.18 All Star Team Up

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man-down-in-hatchet-town · 23 hours

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So I Spied Another Day...

You know it was a good show when you can’t decide whether your heart is so full from all the love and joy, or so empty because it's over.

Really do buckle up, because this is a long one.

So the show went a little like this. They played the Spies pro-shoot on a giant movie screen, but any time a song started, the audio changed to the instrumental track, the video typically faded to simple background graphics, and the cast came out to perform the number live in concert style. There were also a series of audience participation prompts up on the movie screen, such as standing to deliver a line in unison, giving Lauren a standing ovation for the Pay Attention! Reprise, enthusiastically booing Dr. Baron von Nazi and the still infuriatingly catchy Not So Bad (for anyone who’s curious, in addition to encouraging boos and yelled disagreements with von Nazi, they also cut the audience participation bit from the song).

The energy in the room was so electric and full of joy and warmth. People shouted out iconic lines, went wild for everyone’s entrances, and absolutely lost their damn minds over Curtwen at pretty much every opportunity. And the cast were clearly having just as much fun. Doing This has always been my favorite, and there was something so sweet about them singing it again all these years later. We finally got Joey performing Spies Are Forever (Evil Reprise) again and it was just as chilling and beautiful as you’d expect. And One Step Ahead was just on a whole new level. I don’t want to give anything away, but the details in that performance were INCREDIBLE.

It was simply so special seeing most of the original gang come back while also bringing some new friends along. Shout out to Mariah for coming out at the top of the show so ready to play, setting the tone for the whole evening. Shout out to James for putting his comedy chops on full display (LET JAMES BE FUNNY MORE) and dancing the hell out of One More Shot (another favorite number). And shoutout to Carlos Alazraqui (taking over the roles of Sergio and Vladimir Poopin) and Tommy Link for coming into this crazy part of our world with such enthusiasm and silliness. Brian deserves a medal for agreeing to once again play the most cringe-worthy character in all of Pulp-StarCanWrecked history, and for sounding so fucking good while doing it. Tessa was having a blast in full unhinged glory and I gladly worship at her altar. Lauren is maybe the funniest person alive and deserved her standing ovation, prompted or not. Seeing Joe Walker perform live has been Item Number One on my fandom bucket list since I moved to LA a couple of years ago, and I still can’t quite believe I managed it. I’d wondered if he’d be rusty, but honestly he sounded great; it was like no time had passed. Mary Kate still has one of my all-time favorite voices and her Tatiana remains forever engaging. Joey showed up dressed to slay as a gay evil genius Bond-movie supervillain and proceeded to thoroughly deliver on that promise. And Curt… every time I watch Spies I am increasingly blown away by what he does with this arrogant, broken mess of a character. He clearly loves Agent Mega as much as any of us, and to see a performance refined and powered by such clear and thoughtful passion is just a huge treat.

(And while he wasn’t in the cast, I can’t not mention Corey. Between his roles as director and co-writer, so much of what Spies is comes directly from him and we don’t appreciate that nearly enough. And shout out to Esther Fallick for her wonderful work as Susan and the Informant. She might not have been there in person, but her incredible performance was with us the whole time.)

I know this is preaching to the choir, but Spies Are Forever really is such a special show. It’s a story about recovery, and devastating as it can be, I think there’s also something deeply healing about it at its core. For one thing, I know it played a huge role in mending my relationship with my asexuality. I will forever be grateful to it for existing, to TCB, Talkfine, and the original cast for creating it, and to those same people for maintaining its legacy with the amount of love and care it deserves. It was a privilege to be in the room as so many people came to celebrate this miraculous little musical. There were a couple of minor tech glitches (I wonder if they’ll even include the “big one”—the projector jumping over most of the staircase scene before getting fixed—in the digital ticket version), but nothing that could even begin to damper the magic of the night.

We all know that spies never die (except for Owen and the Informant, oops). And at times like this concert, I think this special little show with its short run in 2016 will prove to be just as immortal.

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