#and strap in for the ride

[sky-is-the-limit]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY.

[farfallasims]

The Stages of Toxic Love: Molly Ward Spotted with Guitarist, Rhys Hamilton📸

From heated arguments to steamy kisses, Christian Dior's Queen of Marketing was caught in the crossfire of serial dater & heartbreaker, Rhys Hamilton. The two were then spotted leaving newly opened nightclub, FLASH in an Uber, even though Molly arrived with another man. Is this the start of an epic love story or is Molly about to be another notch in Rhys' belt?

[phantom-0-writer]

scene 5: to win a war, fight the battles

continuation of tim's arch nemesis

Tim had done his research. He was a Bat after all. Mr. Nolan was infamous for handing out the most difficult assignment right after midterm, weighing a heaping 40% of their final grade. Physics class had never been of much interest to Tim, he found it straightforward and elementary compared to the many projects he’s committed himself to as a Bat, and member of the Young Justice League. And it just so happened to be the only classes Tim shared with one Daniel James Fenton for the semester. 

While Tim’s fellow classmates groaned at the announcement Mr. Nolan made, Tim’s knew his fate for the next three weeks was decided. He’d stayed up extra late completing his last case, and had even let his finger break so he could be off patrol without suspicion. Only his pinky of course, but enough for it to count. Despite all of Tim’s meticulous preparation for the assignment, he could only find the requirements with the rest of his class. 

Tim had considered hacking into the system and finding all of Mr.Nolan’s notes for this assignment. The reason he hadn’t done it wasn’t because he couldn’t - the school’s firewalls were a joke - but because that would mean he was admitting that the only way he could beat Daniel James Fenton was to use underhanded tactics. And that was not a defeat Tim would take. 

Tim listened closely as Mr.Nolan explained how this semester’s project would consist of him and an assigned partner creating a model using any of the physics topics they had covered throughout the semester and present it on the due date. They had till the next class to submit a formal proposal of their topic. Simple enough. 

There was just one liability in Tim’s way now: the assigned partner. Normally Tim wouldn’t have been so worried, after all this class was for the advanced students in an already competitive school. But this time was different. This time Tim had a goal. He needed to annihilate Daniel. 

“The partners for this project will be on the screen, I suggest you all get comfortable because you’ll be seeing each other a lot for the remainder of the semester.” As the projector flickered to life it dawned the document that would make or break Tim’s future. 

There were 36 students in their class, a perfect even number. Discluding Tim there were 35 other students. Daniel was simply one- one- of the 35. There was a measly 3% chance they would be paired. 

And yet. 

And yet, there it was. Printed clearly in front of Tim’s eyes. 

Timothy Drake - Daniel Fenton

In a moment of insurgence, Tim raised his hand, “Sir, I would like to change partners.” There wasn’t anyone in particular Tim would rather be paired with, but he could not have his plans mutilated by such a catastrophe. 

Mr. Nolan raised a brow at Tim, “Is there a reason in particular, Mr. Drake?” 

Tim hesitated. He had no qualms with telling Mr.Nolan the reason, but if he were to say it in front of the whole class with Daniel present he would lose the element of surprise. “No, sir.” 

Mr. Nolan leaned back onto the podium, “Is there someone else you would prefer to work with then, Mr. Drake?”

In pure humiliation, “No, sir.” 

“Well I’m glad to see I’ve made a suitable match.” Mr.Nolan concluded with finality, “Any other questions, Mr. Drake?” 

“Are we graded individually or together?” Tim clung to his last tether of hope like a lifeline. 

Unequivocally and mercilessly Mr. Nolan crushed Tim’s very being. “Together.” Tim sunk into his seat. He had become his own worst enemy. Tim ignored the confused look Daniel sent him from the other side of the classroom, saving himself the disgrace. “Any other question?” Mr.Nolan asked the class. 

There was still a way for him to crush Daniel under his steel toed Red Robin boots. Tim would simply overpower Daniel with his superior skills and intellect, and make it unquestionably clear that it was Tim who had gotten them the perfect score. A year - 5 - 10 years from now this would be the memory that woke Daniel up in cold sweat in the middle of the night. 

Psychological warfare. Tim’s specialty.

Once Mr.Nolan gave them the signal to disperse into their groups Tim met Daniel halfway between the two ends of the room where they sat. 

“Uh, Tim, right?” Daniel asked with an awkward wanna-be polite smile. 

“Yes, nice to meet you.” Tim flashed a smile he had perfected at the years of gala’s and business meetings he’d attended. Disarming, and charming. The perfect set up to sweep the enemy from under their feet. “Daniel, I believe.” A casual show of power, usually brushed off as unintentional. It was fully intentional. 

“Danny’s fine.” He corrected with what must have been an attempt at an unassuming smile. Tim knew better, Danny would be ruthless in his attempt to permanently upsurge Tim from beautifully satiating first place. “So any ideas on what we should do our assignment on?”

Danny’s coup would not be successful for Tim had come prepared. “We could reconfigure an airplane for better aerodynamics.” Tim had gone through great lengths to research and develop that about a month ago for the Bat Plane, and if he dumbed it down slightly it should pass for a civilian. 

Danny considered the idea for a moment, with the barest head nod. Victory was in Tim’s grasp now. “We could change the wingspan and nose shape of it and then widen the back fins for a more acute directional accuracy.” He offered easily. Tim blinked, that was supposed to be his line, where he would prove his superiority with the knowledge he’d already acquired. Victory, it turned out, was like a handful of sand that would, despite all efforts, spill through his fingers. “It seems easy enough.” 

“Did you have any ideas?” Tim asked testingly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Not really, but I thought it would be cool to try one of Tesla’s ideas. Nikola Tesla’s, I mean. The one off the top of my head is the thought camera.” Danny rambled with his hands. 

Tim may have admitted that he felt a bit inspired at the idea of mimicking and improving on one of Tesla’s ideas, if it hadn’t been proposed by Danny. “The thought camera?” Tim echoed incredulously, formulating the perfect eyebrow raise to show his distaste. 

Danny seemed undeterred, and was instead studying the rubric Mr.Nolan had left open on the board. “Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of that one either,” He said offhandedly, “I was just spitballing.” 

This would’ve been the perfect opening for Tim to intercede with the perfect idea. As a Bat, Tim of all people should know the importance of always being ready and well informed of any situation that may arise. Yet here he was, unprepared. Resiliently, Tim pulled out his phone and searched up potential suggestions. Danny peaked over to look as well. 

“The wireless energy transmitter seems like a good idea. If we proportionally scale it down we could have a fully functioning model.” Tim declared victoriously to his partner, who couldn't help but be on board with his amazing idea. 

Tim had already won the first battle, and the war would soon be over with Tim’s overwhelming conqueror of the first place position. 

Bouncing off of Tim’s original idea, the team had already procured a rough sketch of their model, and had designated a day to gather their supplies. 

--

Howard watched as his student’s chattering meshed into one indistinguishable sound. Howard through his past researching with other professionals in varying stages of their career, and teaching college students of various majors and life goals had become astute as discerning a person’s potential. He was aware his current students, now only between the ages of fifteen and nineteen, would not appreciate his sentiment on grading them on a scale of what he believed their personal best to be. Leading to his infamous profile through the halls of Gotham Academy.

Over his cumulative professional careers there was perhaps only a handful that Howard predicted to hold greatness. His visions always came to fruition as the sapling students of science and research once under his care, blossomed into leaders in their fields with headlining research papers under their name. And when Howard did find himself in the possessions of those saplings he made sure to nurture their growth as much as he could.

It just so happened this year Howard found himself with two. 

There was one who Howard had heard whispers of in the teacher’s lounge. Tim Drake always sat in class with a bored castover look, ready with the perfect answer when tested as if he were the one with the PhD. Tim completed all his assignments with a stern perfection, always unchallenged with the material no matter how difficult his peers seemed to find it. 

It only was Danny Fenton’s second year attending the Academy, and there were only a few that knew him as a student, but they were not stingy with their praises. In the first week of class Howard had found him unassuming, scribbling what Howard had assumed to be notes like his peers throughout class. He was swiftly corrected when Danny came to him, after class one day, frazzled over something in his book. Howard, always ready to help a student, welcomed him graciously. In the book Howard did not find scribbled notes of inertia and energy, but a diagram- more accurately a blueprint- of an archimedes engine applied for a re-designed drag car. 

Howard watched the first spark of intrigue be kindled between the two with deep satisfaction.

[abbysthighs]

Ok but imagine her riding you and doing this periodically...

[perfectlyripeclementine]

the way i wanna disrespectfully ride someone rn, moving my hips in all kinds of ways, up and down, back and forth, in circles… Switching it up on them, leaning back so they can watch, every now and again slowing alllll the way down to they can see themself go in and out of me… leaning over them and holding their hand, pinning them down. kissing them, biting them. releasing their hand and bringing it to my throat when i sit back up.

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 🌊

Tagged by the wonderfully talented @wikiangela, @diazsdimples and @tizniz. Make sure to check out their snippy snip snippets.

It was so hard to pick what part I wanted to share today from Rival Firefighters 🚒 because I wrote a scene this morning and ahh it was just … I really like it and want to share the whole thing cos I want you all to scream at me but I also don’t want to share everything you know? 😅

Prev snippet here

“Eddie, it’s for you.” Bobby hands him the SAT phone, a concerned looked etched on his face.

Eddie takes the phone, albeit a bit hesitant. Dispatch wanting to talk to him has warning flags flying up. He’s not a commanding rank so the only reason he can think of as to why they’d be tracking him down is because they’re about to give him bad news.

He knows that Buck and Chris are safe. Buck had texted him that they were planning on going to the movie theatre near his apartment and then out for ice cream at that place Chris loves that is not at all in the area where the tsunami hit. They’re safe.

Tia Pepa and Abuela are visiting Eddie’s parents back in Texas and Eddie isn’t Carla’s emergency contact.

Which only leaves one person.

Dread sinks heavily in his stomach like a lead balloon as he brings the phone up to his ear.

“This is Diaz.”

“Eddie.”

He doesn’t know whether to be relieved or not that it’s Maddie’s voice on the other line. Maybe it’ll hurt less coming from a familiar voice. The voice of a friend. Though he can’t help feeling guilty that it’s Maddie having to shoulder the weight of telling him that his ex wife is injured, missing or — no. He can’t even think the word. It’s too painful. What’s he going to do if Shannon is— if she’s — what’s he going to tell Chris?

Fuck.

He needs to find out what the actual situation is before he starts spiraling.

“Don’t sugar coat it Maddie, just—,” he takes a shaky breath and clutches the phone tighter, trying to steady his trembling hands, “just tell me. Please.”

He’s aware of eyes on him, that Bobby has moved just that little bit closer, body rigid and on alert like he’s ready to jump in and catch Eddie if he needs to.

“A rescue boat found Chris. He’s alive, only sustained minor cuts and scrapes. They’ve taken him to the triage centre. Shannon’s on her way to him now.”

Eddie almost drops the phone as his world comes to a stop. He feels a surge of grief, fear and helplessness claw at his chest, their icy talons slicing into him and leaving him feeling like he’s been flayed open. Bile begins to rise up his throat but he swallows it down, the bitter taste of it lingering and burning. He’s pretty sure his heart stops beating and it’s not until Maddie says the words he’s alive that it picks up its rhythm again, a rush of relief washing over him and soaking through his skin, settling into his bones.

He takes a shuddering breath. Chris is alive.

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[harukakitous]

did i mention how much i love the super sentai tiktok? 

[unamedica]

Look this at this neck breaking, blood hungry angel in the eye and tell them they're ugly. Right.

Disgraceful murder muffin,

The most vile onryō,

the one our mamas warned us about!! :lipbite:

...awkward handsome samurai who can kill an entire army.

[honeymaki]

Ganyu makes the loudest whiniest most pathetic noises against your cunt, nose pressed into your pubic mound, hands digging into the quivering fat of your hips. Urges you up up up into her mouth, hiccups when you grind against her tongue and chin, almost starts crying when she finally feels her neck and chest grow sticky with cum and definitely starts humping the bed when you take one hand off your tits and grab a hold of her horns :3 she’s so sensitive there, so tingly and soft so that when your sweaty palm brushes the tip, right down to the base, using it as an anchor to gyrate into her ever quickening tongue; Ganyu looses herself completely. Eyes crossing, lids fluttering, nostrils flaring at the fresh wave of cum squirting from your cunt, head tilting into your strong grip; urges your second hand from where it’s buried in the pillows beside your head, urges you to control her fully by gripping both her horns, urges you to use her face to get yourself off like the desperate little slut you are. She’s no better, pussy lips gooey and thighs shining with cum, sheets tangled in her knees, tits heavy and oh so neglected:( she can’t get enough of it though, the taste of you on her tongue, the scent of your lust dripping from your cunt, hands tugging her horns closer still and sending flutters deep in her belly, moaning and squealing into you. She’s tugging on every part of you, purring and spluttering, mouth sometimes open tongue out panting into your sloppy cunt or gulping down every drop you had to offer, suctioning tight over your clit to bring you to the edge over and over. Can’t stop if you won’t let go of her silly little sensitive horns, s’like there’s no off switch

[pillowbo]

Your arms wriggle a bit over your head as you hold back an anticipatory grin. The blindfold comes off when she is ready to reveal your new surprise gift.

Really, it's a gift for her, and judging by the snug feel of fabric banded around your waist and the weight hanging from your mons, it's not much of a surprise.

"Do you like it, my little possession?" she says.

She can probably tell by your expression that you love it. You were already so aroused by being "forced" into your new equipment, you can't form a coherent sentence.

For a moment all you can do is stare; a silicone dick bobs erect between your legs. Your thoughts are broken up when she gives your thigh a warning grace with her delicate hand.

Her voice is like silk, crisp and smooth like her touch, and very dominant.

"I said, do you like it, toy?"

"Yes," you stutter fast. You don't want to disappoint your mistress. Wouldn't want to provoke her too early.

She chuckles.

"Good boy," she says low in her throat.

Her panties fall around her legs and she straddles you, the feel of her smooth, bare thighs on your hairy legs maddening. Your stomach pools with hot magma.

You're so aroused already it's almost enough to spill your guts.

"You want in?" she asks, sickeningly sweet.

You don't respond, simply swaying your hips, your mind completely fogged in pleasure.

She chuckles, then her voice turns sharp.

"Hey."

She smacks your outer thigh hard. A high yell escapes your throat.

"Stupid boy, all you can think with is your dick? I asked you a question. Do. You. Want. In."

Each word is followed by a perfunctory smack, her hand leaving a mark.

"Yes!" you wail.

"Yes, what?" she says, her voice high in teasing.

Her hand comes down on you again.

"Say, yes mistress," she continues in that same mocking tone. "Say, I want inside mistress."

You simply stutter, until she reaches down and twists your nipple. Your voice shakes with a wail.

"I want inside mistress," you practically sob.

She grips the back of your hair and lowers herself inches to your face, eyes burning through yours. They scorch your very soul, burning down your walls.

"Say, I want inside this cunt," she growls, grinding down on your silicone shaft.

"I want inside your cunt!" you finally break down

She gives a curt sound, satisfied with your answer. Then she lines herself up with you and sinks down onto your strap, taking it into her magnificent body.

Your head hits the headboard when she starts with gentle thrusts. The silicone base is grinding on your tdick, up and down to her slow rhythm.

Maybe it's enough for you to come, but it doesn't matter whether or not you do. You are here to be used for her masturbatory pleasure. You are her toy.

"That's right, my good toy," she huffs as if reading your thoughts.

She pulls her hand down to graze your lip with her thumb, and you take it in your mouth. Then she puts it back. A moan slips from your mouth as her pace quickens.

You've never been more vulnerable than now. Although you are the one penetrating her, it is you who is being breached; this desire, hidden deep for so long, is pulled from you mercilessly with every steady thrust.

Both of your obscene sounds fill the room as she rides you in earnest. Her blush blooms up her breasts to her neck and face as slick wetness coats your shaft, and she comes screaming.

It's as if something buried deep within you all of your life is being released. Your body seizes, your mind going blank. Heat explodes from your core as your eyes lock.

"Fuck!" you yell, throwing your head back as the fire of pleasure ensnares you.

You come back down for a moment heaving to discover that she hasn't slowed down, even after you've had enough, as if she is determined to squeeze out every last drop of orgasmic bliss.

"Okay, I came, stop!" you announce, as if she needed to be told that you came.

You shake your head when she reveals another surprise, the remote hidden under the covers; your eyes roll back when the strap buzzes to life on both ends.

It's as if every nerve in your body is electrified, a part of the monstrous toy. You whimper incoherently as you twist and writhe under the grip of the vibrations stimulating you both.

"Aw, what's wrong, boy toy? I thought...mmm...thought you...always wanted this," she coos, between deep, quick breaths.

She moans deep in her throat and laughs as she fucks you into the bed, using you like a sex toy.

You attempt to wriggle your wrists, but there is no escape as she continues to ride you. The overstimulation is too much. Just minutes before you didn't know if you would even be able to come from this, but to your shock a second orgasm builds in your core.

You stutter something like stop again when she pushes down on you.

"No, you're not holding anything back from me," she moans, her voice high in her throat, "You're going to take all of it," she growls low, her words a promise.

You throw your head back as you come again. Even if you could escape from the cuffs, you are immobilized by the waves wracking your body again and again.

She fucks you hard, pounding you both to orgasm again and again because you are her boy toy for her to use until she has had her fun.

@dogboyblood

[mrshayakawa]

i laugh a little every time i see people refer to asa, denji, and yoshida as the part 2 trio. not bc its necessarily wrong, but bc its so funny to draw that comparison between them three and denji, power, and aki. part 1 trio? cute found family! part 2 trio? they hate each other. theyre in love with each other. theyre trying to kill each other. they have so many secrets between them theres practically a second trio of all their alter egos

[bootay-hole]

ride the cyclone but the choreography involves circus skills. do u see my vision.

[romulussy]

i think making roman's last scene solely about rg is reductive and the takes calling it heteronormative are so funny i'm sorry i'm SORRY but to me it read as, like. the martini equals gerri equals logan equals everything that waystar entails. he's sharing a drink with an imaginary gerri he's sitting with his father's ghost he's tentatively placing a paw outside the cage and laying the last year or so of bullshit to rest.

[love-the-sin-n-the-sinner]

Imagine your fav being the older sibling of a friend. It’s new years and you’re a little tipsy and a little high and everything in your system has you dancing for hours and they’re in charge of the playlist playing banger after banger and your moving so obscenely if you weren’t drunk it might even be lewd.

And they’re dancing with you in the circle and sometimes when you make eye contact you swear they smile a little.

You go home in an Uber happy and drunk for the start of 2024, knowing they’re too old for you but you can’t help it. The pictures on your phone are too sweet, taken drunk and just a little blurry but they’re gorgeous.

You go to bed with your hand between your thighs and their name on your lips.

BAKUGO, DABI, BENNY, VI, VIKTOR, any other of your favs <3333

[mummykink]

RIB15 au where instead of whatever is going on after Prime, Bumblebee ends up as the controversially young dad of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (the terror twinsTM) after they’re kicked out out of another foster home and Strongarm, the self-proclaimed No.1 Ultra Magnus fangirl (her dream is to read the tyrest accord with him), and it fixes all of their problems

but most importantly and the real purpose of this crack post, Megatron gets an ‘unofficial’ redemption arc where he just turns into the kids’ crusty Peepaw who’s not really all that sorry about what he’s done

just like—Megatron: “I used to be the most feared mech in the galaxy. Planet’s colonies cowered upon hearing my name.”

Bee: “I’m sure Megs :/ but I gotta pick Sides up from practice and then we gotta drop off Sunny’s art project, and that means no one can get Strongarm from her dance lessons—“

Megatron: “I shall do it.”

Bee: “Really?? You’re the best!! Thanks:D.”

Megaton:

[mon-petit-coeur-noir]