#barbara is a tank

[strunmah-mah]

Just started my second play through of Gotham Knights, this time as Barbara. I have made a mistake. I thought Jason was the tank. He is not. Jason deals damage, Barbara absorbs it like a sponge and I love her for it.

[givememorecockburn]

Barbara Palvin

[edwards-exploit]

Iiiii've been working on the railway, all the live long daaayyyy

[stoat-party]

Media doesn’t want you to know this but if a character doesn’t have a canon birth name and you give them one and write their backstory then they’re your OC now.

[puppetmaster13u]

Just had the fun idea of the batfam having water bottles full of lazarus water that they carry around and like, them customizing them. Drawing on the metal in Damian's case, covering them in stickers in both Tim's and Steph's case, weaving a hand warmer for the handle, etc Just each of them having their own thermos of sorts for patrol and missions with the Justice League outside of Gotham.

Check out @phoenixcatch7 , this au is a combination of mine and hers (Possessed Doll Au) and you should go give her love <3

[supernightboy08]

My comfort characters part 7:

1. Arthur

2. Thomas The Tank Engine

3. Toad

4. Barbara

5. Pikachu

6. Sylveon

7. Ren & Stimpy

8. SpongeBob SquarePants

9. Cure Flora

10. The Powerpuff Girls

[tastycitrus]

imagine an alternate universe where the entire bat-family moved like this while in costume

[yantastik]

my definitive shark tank shark rating no one asked for

[betta-butch]

well. I didn’t want to get another betta but my brother in law’s friend is moving and needs to rehome her betta. guess I’m getting another betta 😶

[pinkseas]

literally so happy with these two on my maiden beloved i dont even have the other three artifacts fully leveled yet but my New Goal is to get high as fuck hp% substats on all of them i need it like i need air

[givememorecockburn]

Barbara Palvin

[aromanticasterisms]

oh. loving this event already

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

Jason built like a tank Todd being treated by his family like a pretty princess he is will never be not funny to me.

The only difference is that Bruce and Dick do it affectionately and Tim and Damian do it degradingly.

Cass and Duke have literally no thoughts behind their actions, they are just happy to participate in family activity.

Barbara and Steph act depending on how much Jason annoyed them today.

[arizonanativerealtor]

New blog!

[incorrectbatfam]

Batkids being caught bringing something back to the Wayne that goes against Bruce or Alfred's rules? What did they bring?

Bruce: *goes downstairs for a late night snack*

Bruce: *opens the fridge*

Bruce: Holy f— EVERYONE GET DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!

Jason: It's ass o'clock, what do you want?

Bruce: *turns around holding a rattlesnake*

Bruce: I want answers.

Steph: That's probably Damian's.

Damian: Well, Brown, you'd be surprised to hear that it is not.

Steph: Really? Because you brought a yak from your Mongolia mission.

Bruce: You did what?

Damian: Bat-Cow needed a bovine companion. Besides, it's not like I have a SECOND duffel bag of heads upstairs, unlike some people.

Jason: They're my backup heads! At least I didn't buy a $5,000 meat smoker like Blondie over here.

Steph: I deserve nice things and I'm not ashamed.

Tim, walking in: Guys, what's going on? I was just about to fall asleep.

Bruce, holding out the snake: Do you know anything about this?

Tim: Uh, no. I'm not a big amphibians guy.

Damian: Snakes are reptiles, you shaved cactus.

Tim: You got a snake?

Damian: It's not mine!

Bruce: Any idea whose this might be?

Tim: Maybe Dick? Yesterday he ordered a big top tent on eBay. I wouldn't be surprised if he got some circus animals to go with it.

Dick, from upstairs: Are you spying on my computer?!?

Tim: I spy on everyone's computers. You're not special.

Bruce: This isn't getting anywhere.

Jason: Did you ask Cass? She's been digging a bunch of holes trying to bury the cursed amulet she found. Who knows what else she's hiding.

Tim: She doesn't have enough left in her bank account to buy a snake, though.

Steph: What's with you spying on everyone's computers?

Damian: He times his online purchases when Father and Barbara are preoccupied. How else would he have that box of kryptonite?

Tim: Snitch.

Dick, from the stairs: Like you're any better.

The kids: *start arguing*

Bruce: *puts the snake in a tank*

Bruce: I'm going to bed. Let me know in the morning how this plays out.

The kids: *still arguing*

Duke: *walks right past them with a vending machine for his room*

[pickingupmymercedes]

It's Mrs. Hamilton - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

request: "I don't know if you saw that video of Barbara Palvin where they yell at her on a red carpet "Ms. Palvin, one more" and she yells "it's Mrs. Sprouse now" too iconic. Could you write something like that? But let Lewis see the video online and get excited and when he gets home he marks her as his wife..." - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, (p in v), oral sex

Also, wrap it before you tap it

wordcount: +1K

a/n: This smut sort of has a plot, so thanks anon. Also, I cut your request because of how descriptive it was and I try to keep the explicit part under the cut, but everything you asked is down there.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT.

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You returned to your apartment late in the evening, the soft hum of the city outside providing a gentle backdrop to your thoughts. The golden glow from the streetlights filtered through the windows, casting a warm, inviting atmosphere within. You had spent the day planning how to surprise your husband by coming home a few days earlier, eager to see his reaction. However, as you stepped into the entrance hall, your plans momentarily vanished from your mind.

Sneakers lay abandoned by the door, a wallet and bag casually discarded on the side table, and a hoodie carelessly thrown over the sofa. The apartment felt alive, yet Lewis was nowhere in sight.

“Lew, you home already?” Your voice echoed through the apartment; the silence broken only by the soft whimpers that floated from the last door on the right. Curiosity piqued, you approached, the soft carpet cushioning your footsteps.

He was truly a vision as you walked into the main bedroom, pillows stacked up on the headboard, the room dimly lit by a bedside lamp casting a warm glow, his torso adorned with a white tank, the fabric clinging to his sculpted form, arms glistening with a light layer of sweat. His legs were thrown open in the bed and his hands took the place your mouth used to go, fingers coated with precum, slowly moving up and down his rock-hard dick.

The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of his cologne, mingling with the earthy aroma of freshly laundered sheets. Leaning against a pillar beside the bed, you became an unseen observer, captivated by the sight before you. His legs twitched occasionally, his eyes tightly shut, mouth opening to release deep, distinctive grunts. A video played on his phone caught your attention. At first glance, you thought it was pornography, but upon listening more closely, you recognized your own voice saying, “It’s Mrs. Hamilton now, actually.”

A mischievous grin tugged at your lips as you watched him and couldn’t help the smug reaction you had to realizing that the video, he had sent you just hours ago, had him pumping like shit for a while. Your voice saying the last name you now shared, those words that had such a hold on him, enough to get him hard and panting like he was.

His breaths were heavy, his body tense with anticipation, every muscle poised for release. It was a sight that made your heart race. You leaned down on his side, your lips brushing against his ear, whispering, “Caught you” His eyes flew open, a mix of shock and pleasure flashing in them as he realized you were there, watching him.

“Babe” he gasped, a flush spreading across his cheeks, but there was no shame in his voice, only a deeper urgency. His arms reached out, pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a desperate kiss, tasting of need and longing.

You felt his body shudder beneath you, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you onto the bed beside him. “I thought you weren’t coming today. I would’ve waited for you” he murmured in your lips as his hands wasted no time in getting you out of your pants and panties.  

You sunk down on him, no foreplay needed after the couple of minutes you’d spent hearing him. His hands roaming under your shirt and bra while you rocked in his dick for a few moments, letting him come down from the frenzy for a bit.

When you finally adjusted your knees around him and started up and down movements his eyes circled to the back of his skull. His hands went to your waist and his hips thrusted back up each time you went down on him, his grunts getting heavier by the second. When you gave the slightest sign of slowing down, he got up and flipped on the bed, not leaving you empty for a second, starting to pump into you just as your back had hit the pillows.

“Mark me, show me who I belong to” you shakily managed to get out, knowing he was getting close to his orgasm as his thrusts got deeper and his breathing heavier. Your words acting as his cue to let go and get his release, adjust his body so he held his weight in his arms as he locked you in his embrace, his stare holding yours like the very moment held all his universe.

When his body collapsed in yours and the only strength he had was just about enough for a single last thrust, you made sure to hold his shoulders in your embrace. The after shivers he’d get made his still semi hard dick brush your walls, and you couldn’t help the moan that left your lips, his eyes darkening all over again as he looked back at your pleasure contorted features.

He carefully slid out of you, watching as his seed dripped out of you, mixed with your own. His middle and ring fingers softly went over your cunt, collecting some of your juices before putting them in your mouth. The choice of fingers not lost on you as his wedding band hit your teeth.

“You’re mine, y/n” his eyes following your movements as your hips buckled when his fingers touched your clit, swirling around the inflamed button as he drowned in your cries and whimpers. His lips and tongue finding their way down to your pussy not long after, on a mission to drawn as many orgasms as he could from you that night.

As the high of your whatever orgasm calmed down, you felt Lewis coming back up and wrapping you in his arms. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your skin, soothing and tender. “You okay, love?” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, a contented smile gracing your lips. “More than okay.” you replied, nestling closer to him, enjoying the comforting weight of his arms around you. Lewis chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection and a playful glint as he quipped “So, about that 'Mrs. Hamilton' video.” he began, his tone light but curious.

Feeling mischievous, you looked up at him, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “Oh, Lew” you began, drawing out his nickname for added effect, “It was just a little teaser. I didn’t expect you to be so... demonstrative in your appreciation.” You giggled, playfully tracing a pattern on his chest.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “Come on now, y/n. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. “Who, me? I was merely sending you a friendly video. I had no idea it would have you in such a state.” His laughter filled the room once more, the tension from earlier completely dissipated. “Friendly, you say? Well, your definition of friendly certainly has a new meaning now.”

You grinned, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I guess it does. But you have to admit, it was fun watching you get all worked up over a simple name change.”

Lewis chuckled, pulling you closer, his arms tightening around you. “It’s not just the name. It’s the woman that’s carrying that name.” Your heart fluttered at his words, a warm feeling spreading through you. “Well, Sir Hamilton, you’re not so bad yourself.” You teased as you watched his features darken again, a smirk already plastered on your lips as you heard the groan at the back of his throat.

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