#gif prompts

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

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Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

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Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

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Just an Idea

[dindjarindiaries]

In The Silence

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Admiring them when they're asleep & "I'm okay. You can go back to sleep."

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It wasn't often that he fell asleep first, but there was no doubting the latest job had worn him out. From a close call with Grogu to what felt like an endless chase around an unfamiliar city, Din was stretched as thin as ever. He earned this rest.

That wasn't a luxury Din often granted himself.

He never felt safe enough. Din had opened up enough to you early on to make that clear. Now, he was in a home of his own, as safe as he had been ever since he was a child on his homeworld.

You smiled as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek as gently as you could. He was on his side, his eyes closed and fluttering every once in a while as he dreamt. Your thumb ran under his eye, mindlessly tracing a scar over and over again as you repeated the motion. Din let out a satisfied exhale, but he never stirred.

Your smile became tearful. This was truly everything he deserved and more. You were there for his sleepless nights worrying about where your next safest stop in the Crest would be. You were there to hold him when he tried and failed not to think of Grogu in his absence. You were there to comfort him when he woke from the nightmares of the Armorer's daunting words of excommunication.

Now, you were there for his peace, at long last.

You ran your knuckles along his cheek and pushed yourself up high enough to kiss his forehead, once again remaining gentle to keep him from waking. Even if you wanted to join him in his peaceful slumber, you couldn't. This silence was the sweetest you had ever experienced, and you wanted to remember what it looked like to see him at peace, surrendered to the safety that surrounded him at long last.

Still, as the man with the galaxy's greatest intuition, Din woke the moment you shed your first joyful tear. His tired eyes blinked a few times to adjust, but it wasn't long before his brow furrowed in concern.

"I'm okay," you assured him before he could ask, your voice hushed. "You can go back to sleep."

Din shook his head and lifted a finger to brush away your tear. You chuckled and took his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I was just..." you paused, taking a breath to steady yourself, "I was enjoying you being at peace. That's all."

Din's tired gaze searched yours, the corner of his mouth pulling up in the smallest of smiles. "You need rest, too." It was the first time he'd spoken since he'd woken, his voice hoarse yet genuine.

"I know." You gave his hand a squeeze. "I'll sleep now."

Din nodded, satisfied. "Good." He brought himself close enough for a lazy yet meaningful kiss and kept his face buried in your neck. "See you in my dreams again."

You chuckled at that. "Again?"

"Yeah." His arm tightened around you. "Why else would I be at peace?"

You smiled and buried your face in his head, joining him a dream somehow sweeter than what you had already witnessed that night.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

27 + 50 with jax teller 🙏🙏

Sure thing!

Warnings: Smooches; fluff; implied sexytimes

“Where are you goin’, all dressed up?”

You look back to where Jax is sitting at the kitchen table before you turn back to pouring coffee into your travel mug.

“Dressed up?” You repeat amusedly, glancing down at your ensemble—a pair of jeans and one of his old shirts. “I’m just going to run some errands. Speaking of which, do you need anything?”

“What errands?”

“Gemma asked me to grab her dry cleaning.”

“Prospect can do that.”

“Clay said they’re slammed at the garage. I don’t mind, the dry cleaner’s is near the grocery store.”

“You’re goin’ there, too?”

“Yes.” You twist the lid onto your travel lid before you turn, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the fridge is basically empty.”

Jax nods a little, his gaze sweeping down your body before slowly tracking back up again.

“C’mere.”

You raise your brows at his gentle order, your hackles raised as he pushes his chair back from the table. You walk around to him, smiling as he draws you down into his lap and nuzzles into your neck.

“Babe,” You giggle, shifting slightly as he draws in a deep breath, brushing his beard against your tender skin.

“Can’t you do this stuff later?” He mumbles.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” You squeak when he pinches your side, and turn your head to scold him, but Jax lifts his chin, giving you a warm kiss. You sigh softly, leaning into his chest and cupping his rough cheek.

“Okay…Okay,” You mumble against his lips. “I’m getting up.”

“Nn-nn.”

“I have to get going,” You insist as he breaks your kiss, trailing gentle kisses along your jaw as he slips a hand up under your shirt.

“You look good in my clothes,” He mumbles, “Look even better out of them.”

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together as he smooths his hand over your breast, thumb your hardening nipple through your bra.

“Jax—”

You suck in a soft breath as he presses his hips up beneath you, then takes your earlobe between his teeth and tugs it.

“The groceries can wait."

"You can wait."

"Maybe I'm not making myself clear, sweetheart." He grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his dark, heated gaze. "I can wait. I won't."

[bettyfrommars]

I teamed up with @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing to bring you some Stranger Prompts directly from the Twilight Zone.

Choose a prompt from the list, add in your choice of Eddie or Steve, and spin the story however you like! Please mention us so that we can enjoy your creations and tag the fic "strangerprompts".

18+ONLY MDNI

He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

You mistake him for the man who is supposed to be your blind date, and he decides to go along with it.

You register for a supernatural dating app

You get a phone call and find out it's a wrong number but realize that you don't want to stop talking to the person at the other end. Come to find out, he's from another decade.

A stranger leaves a letter in your mailbox. It says, "we don't know each other, but I need someone in this world to know..."

You move into a new apartment and soon discover that you share a wall with a very noisy neighbor. Loud laughter, talking, and music are a constant companion. When you decide to go over and knock on their door to confront them in person, you find that the apartment is unoccupied and has been for months.

You find a box buried in the backyard of the place you just moved into and there is something unexpected inside.

You step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.

You both decide to get a tarot reading on a whim, but then the predictions start coming true.

You put an ad in the paper saying you need a date to an event, and he answers it.

You find a man hiding in your house, and he says he's from another dimension.

You find an old diary from the 80's at a thrift shop and take it home with you. You start reading it and a face appears in your dreams.

You're switching stations on your radio when you pick up the signal of someone on a Walkie Talkie. They say they're in trouble and give their location.

You both unknowingly book the same haunted Airbnb and find out you're stuck together for the night.

It's rush hour and you're stuck in standstill traffic. He is in the vehicle next to you and motions for you to roll your window down.

[sadbeautifulttragic]

@tayloralisonswiftnetwork Cruel Summer Event | Cruel Summer Performance

cruel summer at the eras tour

[qlossytbh]

𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 after a long day working on a specific murder case, all you want is to do was fall asleep, next to your boyfriend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fluff fluff and more fluff (i know the title is suggestive but there is no filf here) established relationship, brief mention of insecurity (spencer’s side), general talk of murder and cases

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.4k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 started criminals minds and i fear this man is gonna push me down a rabbit hole. im half-way season two so this fic is kinda inspired on season 2 spence

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been a long day. To start off, you had been called in early at six in the morning, due to an emergency that required your presence. You spent all day talking to witnesses, finally being able to establish a profile of the serial killer you were all hunting down.

You were utterly exhausted. You hadn't been sleeping entirely well, being kept up by nightmares regarding the current case and since it had been an eventful day, not only were you physically tired but mentally as well. What you were all currently dealing with wasn't the most brightening topic, which caused your energy to be drained quickly. Your body begged for a nap and so did your brain.

Since the serial killer was attacking through the city of New York, you and the BAU team were being situated at some random hotel while you stayed the week in order to get some advances on the case. The end of your shift was intended to be around seven thirty, but Hotch asked you to stay behind and help JJ with a few files along with Morgan. Being the person and colleague you were, you agreed without protest.

Those extra two hours were even longer with the never ending teasing of Morgan. Which varied from anything to everything, you knew how Morgan was. Being one of the youngest members on the team, he called dibs on the big brother role, which included the full package deal. Teasing, over-protectiveness, all of it.

It was now ten PM as you walked into the hotel lobby with him and JJ, chatting endlessly about some irrelevant topic your head couldnt entirely latch onto. Your heels were pulsating and you desperately needed to stretch out your back since it was incredibly cramped due to being hunched over for so long. You grimaced as you put a hand on your lower-back.

"Don't tell me you're getting back problems. At your age?" Morgan started. You glared up at him.

"No, these hotel mattresses are utter crap and I slept in some weird position last night." You looked over at the secretary that was eyeing you, unamused. You winced, feeling embarrassment seep into your chest as Morgan and JJ snickered quietly beside you. You smiled awkwardly and waved politely.

"Looks like someone's past their bedtime" He said patting your head. You glared and swatted his hand away.

"I'm not gonna even fight you on that since all I want to do right now is sleep." JJ checked her watch and elbowed Morgans side.

"We should probably go get some rest too," She stated, pointing her head in the opposite direction of the lobby. The room distribution had been messed up upon arrival, leaving half of the team on the left side of the building and the others on the right. "You need Morgan to walk you to your room?"

"I think I can make it to the second floor," You shook your head, laughing to yourself. "But thanks tough guy. Besides, Reids probably still up waiting for me."

They nodded to themselves and with one final goodbye, headed off to their rooms in the other direction. You turned and made your way to the elevator. Once inside, you closed your eyes and sighed heavily. Your head was pounding and your legs desperately begged you to stop moving them.

The elevator came to a stop and you pushed yourself off the wall, waiting for it to open. Once it did, the eerie setting of the empty hallways settled in. Of course your job was bound to leave you with an unsettling feeling of being alone, but you weren't going to ever live down letting Morgan walk you to your room. You quickly made your way to the door of the hotel room you shared with Spencer, slipping the keycard out your back pocket and opening the door.

Once inside, you slid off the heavy coat that hung on your shoulders and hung it on the rack near the door. You heard the sheets shuffling in the room. "Y/N?"

"Hey Spence," You said, walked into the hallway and leaning against the wall that pointed towards the room. "It's me."

You took a look at the sight in front of you and smiled happily, knowing only you had the pleasure of seeing Spencer like this. His back was propped up against the headboard, hairs flying across his forehead showing the contrast between his usual somewhat tamed hair. He had his glasses on and some book he had decided to read in his hand, allowing the small bulb of the nightstand lamp to give him some light to be able to see. You smiled his way tiredly as he looked over at you, setting his book down.

"You're back late," He stated. You let your head drop as you laughed.

"Me, JJ and Morgan were at those files longer than expected, I'm exhausted." You said. He patted the spot next to him.

"Then come sleep," You pushed yourself off the wall.

"I will, let me change and I'll be right with you,"

You turned and grabbed your cotton shorts and long sleeved shirt you usually used to sleep in. Some would debate the actual benefits of sleeping in shorts in New York winter were zero to none. Spencer had done so the first night you arrived, giving you all the reasons it wasn't beneficial and how likely you were to catch a cold. You fought back by explaining how you hated sleeping in long pants, you always had, no matter how cold it was. Besides, his body temperature was enough to heat up the whole bed, which was another beneficial reason to wearing shorts to sleep. Why avoid the cold when you had your very own personal human heater?

You looked at yourself in the mirror, failing to avoid the bags that were beginning to appear beneath your eyes. You quickly slipped off your turtleneck, sweater and jeans and put on your sleeping clothes. Once done, you left the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. As you made your way to Spencer's side of the bed, you pulled your hair out of the low bun it sat in.

When you began climbing into bed, Spencer threw the duvet cover backward, allowing you to climb in and rest yourself soundly between his legs, laying your head against his chest.

The comfortable surface of his sturdy yet soft chest was way more comfortable than the mattress, you just hoped you weren’t squishing him. The silence that surrounded the two of you was enough to put you to sleep in that very moment.

Spencer tossed his book onto the nightstand, slipping his glasses off his face as he quickly turned his attention to you. You placed your palms flat against his chest and rested on your chin, allowing yourself to look up at him with a tired smile.

"Hi." You said. He reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and smiling down at you with his infamous dopey smile.

"Hi," He said back, smile growing wider. "Were those extra two hours hard to sit through?"

"Don't even," You groaned. "You were so lucky Hotch didn't grab you to help with those files. You also have no idea how jealous I am of the fact that you've been lying in bed since eight,"

He stared at you empathetically, letting his hand linger around your face, tracing patterns on your jaw while you looked up at him with big tired eyes. "Jealous of me? Being able to lay in these mattresses?"

You giggled. "Thats true, you're much more comfortable."

He let him thumb linger across your cheek, looking across your face lovingly. You closed your eyes and basked in the comfort of his gaze.

You and Spencer had been dating for over a year now. The two of you met when you became part of the BAU not long after he had started. Initially, you had gotten along so well in the begging due to how close the two of you were in age, but then it started shifting into something beyond that.

Every second spent with him would make you feel at peace. Working in the FBI had always felt so loud, but since you started working alongside Spencer, things became a little more quiet and less stressful. You loved spending time with him, and becoming best friends with him wasn't something that took long. You two were very similar after all. Before you knew it, you started seeing him outside of work, weekends, the majority of time was spent beside him.

It took a while for him to make a move, given since he wasn't the most socially outgoing person. It didn't take long for him to become your friend, but the second the two of you realized things were moving beyond a friendship, he'd become a rambling mess in the matter of seconds by just sharing a simple conversation with you. You found it extremely endearing realizing how much of an effect you had on him.

It took time but eventually, as your relationship began and you started spending time with each other in different ways, and getting to know each other on more of a romantic level. With time, he got more comfortable with himself and your growing relationship.

You gave him boost of confidence that no one else was able to cause. And slowly falling in love with him was probably one of the best things you've gone through.

Spencer leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, savoring any and every second he could with you. You sighed happily into the kiss, sensing how all your muscles began resting at his touch, how your body began feeling featherlike.

You pulled away, pecking his lips two more times just for desperate measures. "I missed you."

He hummed, placing a small kiss on your forehead before allowing his hands to travel down the side of your ribcage and onto your back. You hummed lowly, letting your eyes flutter close as you let him trace small patterns on your back with his fingernails. Your body suddenly covered itself in goosebumps, feeling nothing but overwhelming pleasure seep into every muscle and joint in your body. It made your heart flutter and swell, feeling how light his fingers danced across your skin and how gentle he was with you.

It had taken a lot for Spencer to open up to physical touch. You knew there was a side of him that loved being connected to you through any sort of physical contact, wether it be holding his hands, a kiss on the cheek, linking your arms together, saying hi in the morning with a hug or a soft peck. But his insecurities in the beginning of the relationship prevented him from letting that side show.

With time and patience, and lots of reassurance on your side, physical contact with you began nearly as necessary as breathing to Spencer.

Spencer always enjoyed giving you back scratches. He loved how your body immediately fell into his when he dragged his fingers along your back. He sometimes grabbed your arm to himself and traced patterns across while you were watching movies or when you woke up. There won’t be a day he forgets to greet you at your desk before heading to his own, despite always trying to avoid being seen by Morgan, who’d tease him endlessly, which is ultimately why he decides to keep his relationship with you far away from your coworkers. And so do you.

As much as everyone knew you were happily together, it wouldn’t be the same having every interaction scrutinized in both of your workplaces.

Nevertheless, he’ll always bend over your slouched position on your desk chair and say hi. He’ll let his hand linger on your back and trace repetitive circles almost always while you talked to him. Even if it was just thirty seconds, your body responded incredibly well to his soft touches.

His back scratches was just what you needed. Spencer was extremely good at reading you, and he responded to your needs in a way no one else had ever managed to. He knew that you looked more than exhausted when you got to the hotel room.

Right now, with his hands trailing around your tired body and aching back, you could practically feel yourself purring. His hand travelled along your shirt, reaching up beneath it to scratch your back without the layer of fabric, knowing you loved it even more. When he felt your body deflate he chuckled softly to himself.

"This is nice," You mumbled quietly, sighing contently.

"Did you know that when someone cratches your back, your brain releases Serotonin?" He started. You looked up at him with a wide smile as his hand continued traveling along your back.

"No, I did not."

"It's a neurotransmitter that promotes positive feelings. Our skin is abundant with sensory receptors which are called mechanoreceptors. When stimulated, specifically by human touch, they send signals to the brain which triggers pleasurable sensations. It's kind of like a light therapeutic touch, some people even call it scratch therapy." His hands traveled mindlessly, along with his words as he gazed up at the ceiling.

"Its primary purpose is to enhance one's mood for the better since it mainly releases endorphins and serotonin, hormones that tend to fight off cortisol. It's also said to relieve muscle tension, since the repetitive motion stimulates the natural release of these mood-boosting hormones. Your muscles respond and alleviate all the discomfort and stiffness on their own."

"Most importantly, it mimics gestures of affection and care. This specific type of touch motivates a sense of connection which can foster trust and bonding. Most people turn to this form of therapy because of how soothing the sensation can be both mentally and physically." He looked down at you only to find you watching him with all the affection you could possibly find in yourself.

"So thats why you always scratch my back, huh?" You pointed a finger at him and he smiled down at you, shrugging.

"Maybe,"

Spencer rambling about anything and every topic you could bring up was about your favorite thing about him, because unlike many people who knew him, you actually listened and soaked up every single word he said. Hell, you learned more with him in the past year than the first five years of your adulthood.

Watching him talk, and sound so clever and smart while doing so was something you immediately loved about him.

"I love when you go all wikipedia on me," You kissed the corner of his jaw and positioned yourself sound against his chest. He let out a low laugh as one of his arms held you against his chest while the other continued its repetitive patters. "Don't you dare stop with this scratch therapy stuff, I was just starting to feel that one knot in my back disappear."

He kissed the crown of your head as you began slipping off into your deep sleep. "Wasnt going to."

[ghost-bxrd]

Okay, but consider the Robins as the animal brides trope? For the unfamiliar, that's where a guy helps out an animal, and then a few days later a beautiful woman, often with useful talents, shows up and marries him. Eventually, the guy gets suspicious, does some investigating, and then it turns out the woman is actually the animal he saved a long time ago. Of course, figuring it out causes the animal to run away and never return... (1/2)

That sounds so cute! But also super angsty!!!!

But also at this point?? Imagine Jason showing up the next day at Bruce’s doorstep and the first time him and Dick meet it’s just the spiderman meme:

And Jason and Dick have this whole “does he know?” “No he doesn’t!” “Are you sure?” “Yes so keep it down will you!” “You didn’t violate our rules?” No! Now shut up!” kind of exchange just by looking at each other while Bruce stands off to the side, internally panicking because he thinks he’s about to lose both kids by accidentally breaking a rule about only having one shapeshifter(?) in his home.

But then Jason shrugs and goes about his day as usual, Dick does the same, and that’s that. And Bruce just does this big exhale because— that’s a bullet he dodged back there, right?

Anyway, he couldn’t be happier. He’s got TWO sons now. Two incredible, wonderful (somewhat magical) children and he couldn’t be happier.

And then Tim shows up and it’s the same kind of headache he had with the other two. Those tense few minutes of “shit, is this breaking the rules?” But Tim doesn’t have the same initial moment of apprehension. He just skips on right inside and attaches himself to the other two kids like a limpet (he’s been watching them for a while now and just waited for the right moment to “need saving” form Bruce).

Meanwhile Dick and Jason are both a bit hostile (none of them would leave even if Bruce were to suddenly tell them he knew about their identities. That’s their home now. Magical rules can screw themselves.) because Tim has the potential to destroy their peaceful little haven— but Tim just wants his coffee and maybe some cuddles if he’s lucky. He’d never jeopardize this little paradise they’ve built for themselves.

Meanwhile Bruce: making frequent reminders on every device that he must never bring up magic and shape shifting around his children. He’s terrified of losing them and still convinced they’d leave at the first sign of him knowing.

[hardlyinteresting]

“you need help.” “no, i need you.” From the prompts list please. And if you're comfortable with it would you write it about the reader being injured and kind of out of it and asking for Hotch

Just you

Warnings: injury, concussion, mentions of blood (non-graphic), stitches

Aaron has seen his fair share of injuries. He's spent time in hospital himself, and sitting vigil at the bedsides of others. His job is dangerous, and more often than not, it's gorey. He's seen blood, and burns, bruises, and contusions. But this is the first time he's ever seen someone so out of it with a concussion.

You're sitting on the back step of the ambulance when he arrives, trying to get away from the paramedics, and worming your way out of the holds Prentiss and Morgan are trying to keep on you. "I'm fine!" He hears you insist as you try to stand again. Your eyes widen when you set your sights on him walking toward you, and he can't help but wince as your head jerks away from the medic who has been trying to stitch the wound on your forehead with a butterfly bandage. "Aaron tell them I'm fine!"

He looks towards one of the medics who explains that you're definitely concussed and the cut on your forehead will need help to close. They're kind and professional as they go over your injuries though he can hear the undertone of mild frustration as you fight to get closer to him.

"You need help," Aaron tells you, letting you take his hand hoping that being next to you might help calm you enough to get you patched up.

You pout, your brows furrowing as you frown and it makes your laceration bleed again. You're holding his hand in both of yours now as if you're afraid of him disappearing. "No, I need you".

"I'm right here," he nearly smiles. Morgan slowly slips away leaving room for Hotch to sit next to you. "The sooner you get patched up, the sooner we can get home".

"We should all get Thai food," you say matter of factly. Emily laughs, now moving away as Morgan had a moment ago, "if I had known I just had to offer you food, we would've been out of here twenty minutes ago".

You know she's only teasing, but Hotch still asks her to go meet up with the rest of the team getting ready to leave. He squeezes your hand as your eyes slip shut watching as you blink yourself awake. Silently he does the math, making a mental note of what times he'll need to set alarms for tonight, very serious about following concussion protocol and making sure he's up to monitor your symptoms.

With your butterfly stitches applied, he guides you to the waiting SUV making sure you're settled before he shuts the door. He trusts JJ to keep an eye on you while he drives, incredibly glad this case was local.

You're more yourself again by the time you've collected your things from the office and made it home. Everyone accepted your rain-check for Thai food with good humour and you're more than ready to just flop the moment you get through the door.

Aaron encourages you to do just that. He helps you change into your pyjamas when moving around too much leaves your head pounding. Once he's changed himself he disappears only to return with a painkiller and a glass of water for you. He seems relieved when you reach out with fairly steady hands to take them.

"Do you need anything else?" He asks making sure you're comfortable.

"Just you".

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[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Damian: *comes home*

The batfam: *has been turned into literal bats and birds*

Damian:

The batfam: >:(

Damian: *starts taking really good care of them and is nicer to them than ever before*

The batfam: :O

The one white bat that Damian can't identify and assumes is behind this: >:3

[beautifulbrainrot]

Number 23 of smut prompts with sub!spencer??? 🪷

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Prompt 23 : I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.

okay i got 2 asks for this prompt so this one is insecure spence, and the next will be insecure reader!

cw 18+ minors dni. insecurity, negative self talk from spencer, sub!spence, blowjobs

“why are you with me?”

“what??” you replied, turning your head towards where spencer was standing in disbelief.

“i mean, you’re beautiful! you could have any guy so why me?.. i mean im awkward and annoying and im skinny and weak, surely you would want a guy stronger and more.. dominant? like morgan. i just don’t understand.”

“oh spencer,” you crooned, getting up from your spot of the bed and walking towards him, “spencer i don’t want anyone else, only you. your perfect.”

“but i talk to much and my hairs always messy and i may be tall but i’m lanky and boney with no muscles-“

“spence stop!” you exclaimed, cutting off his negative rambling. you placed your hand on his cheek and stared into his sad eyes, your heart breaking as you saw the hurt and self hatred in them.

“spencer you are the most kind and lovely person i’ve ever met, i love your personality, i love your ramblings! and i love your body, baby. everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.” you finished, trailing your hands down his back and pushing his hips to yours to emphasise you point. he squeaked as you did so, the sadness in his doe eyes melting into lust as he looked at you.

“you and your body are perfect. will you let me show you how much i love it baby?” you murmured against his skin, pressing soft kisses to his pink cheeks.

“yes! .. i would like that..” he squeaked out, faltering as you started pushing him back to your bed you were previously lying on. once he was seated on the edge of the bed you dropped down to your knees and spread his legs, licking your lips at the bulge forming in his trousers. he trembled lightly in anticipation as you slowly unbuttoned and pulled down his pants leaving him in his purple boxers. his breath hitched as you started sucking on the soft flesh of his thighs, slowly inching closer to the edge of his underwear.

“you’re so goddamn beautiful spencer.” you purred into his skin, looking up into his eyes as you gently tugged down his boxers, revealing his hard and leaking cock to you.

“your my beautiful boy.” you stated as you suddenly took him into your mouth, pushing your head as far down as you could before pulling up and tracing your tongue along his slit. his head dropped back and he let out a loud moan followed by a series of whimpers as you continued your movements, the feeling of your warm and wet mouth making his eyes roll back.

“mmm you sound so pretty baby. you always do..” you murmured as you briefly lifted yourself off him before going back down again. his legs shook lightly as his orgasm approached, and you could feels his thighs tense as he got closer to the edge.

“are you going to cum spence?” your whispered, using your hand to continue stroking him so you could gaze at his gorgeous face as it contorted in please. you almost moaner yourself as a mother strangled moan escaped him when your rubbed your thumb over his sensitive and leaking tip.

“i’m going to cum- please let me cum! i need it s- so bad!” he whined, trying not to buck into your hand so you would grant him his wish.

“since your such a good boy spence you may cum.”

he moaned in relief as you put you mouth back on him, bobbing up and down a couple times before his shot cum down the back of your throat with a series of lewd moans that were like music to your ears.

you removed yourself from him so to not overstimulate him too much and got on the bed to lay next to him.

“spencer i really mean it. i love you and i love your body and your personality. i want to be with you, not anyone else.”

“i love you.” he whispered, curling into your chest.

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[thetriumphantpanda]

Charlie pls I am here to beg 🧍🏻‍♀️🤲🏻

Smut prompt: ❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

With Javi P

Tysm 🖤🖤

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Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 559

Warnings | This is smut, what can I say? Unprotected PiV in public and that's kinda it lmao. Also I have an ear infection and I'm on meds so.... forgive me for any mistakes, they are my own and I stand by them.

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He’s got you pinned up against the wall, legs wrapped tightly around his hips. There’s something digging into your back, something that presses into your skin every time his hips snap into yours, but you don’t know what it is. The sharp pain every time it digs in is nothing compared to the stream of pleasure that courses through your body every time his cock drags in and out of your cunt.

He knew asking you was risky, some paper that should have been signed by your superior’s superior, not the girl who sits behind the desk and answers the phone. You knew it was stupid to sign it without asking more questions. Those brown eyes had begged you so nicely though, plush lips promising he’d take the fall if anything came back from it. So you’d taken it, scribbled your signature on the dotted line and forgotten all about it.

That was, until, you’d been dragged into a meeting, in front of everyone, and asked, point blank why you thought it was acceptable for you to sign classified information. When you’d stood there and stuttered, Javier Peña, sat around the table, had said nothing, kept his eyes trained on his lap, as you left the room, tail between your legs, a wobble to your bottom lip, blurry eyes and a warning that if it happened again, you’d be on the first flight back to the States.

It was a miracle the ambassador had let you come at all, all things considered. Some gala you didn’t understand. Dinner with three sets of cutlery and a dress code and people with trays of champagne. Now, pressed up against the wall, Javi’s thumb running circles over your clit has he fucks you, you find you don’t really care about anything anymore.

“This how you usually get out of these situations?” You ask, breathless, a whine at the end, “By fucking your way out of them?”

You can feel his mouth turn up into a smirk at your neck, mouth sucking on your skin before he’s pulling away, face right in front of yours, “Depends,” He mumbles, shifting his position slightly, angling himself better so on everything thrust, he’s hitting the spot inside you that makes you sing, “Is it working? Am I forgiven, cariño?”

You bite your bottom lip, edging towards a smart reply, when the mixture of his thumb on your clit and the tip of his cock bruising at the depths of you, edges you towards something much better. You let your head drop back, hitting the wall, as your legs clamp around him impossibly tight. You feel yourself tighten around him before the coil snaps, white hot pleasure dragging its way across every inch of your skin as you come for him.

He doesn’t last much longer, his hands gripping at the meat of your ass to keep you upright as he stills inside you. You can feel the white hot of his cum inside you, the subtle throb of his cock as he groans into the sweaty skin of your neck.

“Well?” He asks after a beat, “Did it work?”

You roll your eyes, his hands dropping you gently to the ground, “For now,” You shrug, “You’re forgiven for now, Peña.”

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Include (Mourn) Me

Danny thought he would say this but being inside the thermos was honestly relaxing and a bit fun.

In some cases even therapeutic for him.

So he created another thermos just to hold him, in a way that he could fully control, that way he wouldn't be trapped.

Tucker & Sam would carry him around with them, usually speaking with him and including him in their activities.

Danny while inside could only project his emotions towards them to communicate, but they understood him perfectly with how long they've been together.

Tucker was still trying to create something special to vocally speak to each other in this situation, not really necessary but a fun idea for Tuck.

The citizens of Amity were already used to this so didn't even give them a second glance.

The people outside of Amity on the other hand?

Completely different story.

Which caused a lot of misunderstanding when the trio decided to take a road trip before heading to college.

To these people it looked like Sam & Tucker were carrying around their boyfriend's (Danny) ashes, and completing a bucket list that Danny never managed to live long enough to enjoy with them.

Speaking and including Danny in their activities like he were there and responding to them being their way of coping with his death.

~

S&T: "Oh! Look Danny they have those candies that you really like!"

Danny: *Excited vibes*

Gas station employee: *wipes a tear away* "Oh what tragic love story"

~

Inside a store shopping

Sam: "Look Danny they have space stickers, do you want some?

Danny in the shopping cart's baby seat: *Space! Stick them on my thermos*

Tucker looking at Danny's thermos: "Good idea Danny, It'll make your thermos look really nice!"

People around them: "Is that an urn? Are they speaking to the ashes?"

~

At a museum

Tucker: " 3 adult bracelet passes to the space exhibition please"

Employee: "3? Sorry sir I need to personally put them on, could you call for your third member?"

Sam: *Holding up the thermos* "Here he is. Do you have a bracelet big enough to fit him?"

Danny is too excited to pay attention

Employee:

~

Just an Idea

[dindjarindiaries]

You Do It For Me

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Staring at them and admiring them all day, hoping they won't notice (they definitely do)

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"Hey." Din's voice is soft as he sets a hand on your shoulder. "Did you hear me?"

You blink a few times and force yourself to focus on his visor. Your mind is slow in processing his words. "Did I... oh, yeah, I'm sorry." You nod and tap the floating pod at your side. "We'll stay right here."

Din tilts his helmet. "Thank you." He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I won't be long."

You will your strength not to melt to the soil beneath you and offer a small smile instead. Din's visor lingers on you for only a moment before he turns and walks away, making his approach to the merchant he'd been in contact with before.

Your gaze remains on him, but not because you're worried. You haven't been able to let your eyes look upon anything else today except for him, and your mind's only encouraged it. The way he does anything, everything, threatens to make you forget how to stand on your own two feet.

Usually, you're better about hiding such admiration, but not every battle is easy to win—especially with a Mandalorian involved.

Right now, all he's doing is talking to the merchant, but even at this distance you can sense his business-like tone. His gloved hands are resting on his belt, his weight shifted onto one hip, taking a relaxed yet intimidating stance. His helmet tilts as he points at something the merchant has.

His hand then falls to his side and pulls into a tight fist. You're familiar with the strength of that grasp, having experienced it in ways that make your face flush in public.

It's simple, so simple, but the action is enough to send you into the most beautiful kind of spiral. It's a breathtaking cycle, and today, it's been endless. Everything he does sends your mind running in a podrace with no finish line.

You peel your gaze away only for a moment to check on Grogu. He's still asleep within the pod, making you smile as you close it once again. By the time you're looking back at Din, that quick moment of innocence is gone.

He's testing out a vibroblade, in need of something new after Moff Gideon's troopers took his on Mandalore. Din flips it over a few times in his gloved hand, nodding in satisfaction before he completes a few more skillful moves. You clasp your hands together behind your back and take a deep breath.

This man is going to be the end of you, but you couldn't ask for a sweeter demise.

Din closes out his deal and makes his way back towards you. His stride alone makes you shift your weight between your feet as you distract yourself by tending to Grogu once again. He's still asleep and as unbothered as ever.

"Thank you for your patience." Din's words are soft once again as his gloved hand finds your shoulder once again. He runs his thumb over it and nods. "Ready to go?"

You nod and bite your cheek. Din leads the way back to the ship, and you're more than happy to watch him do so. His beskar shines in the sunlight of this planet, making him stand out in the most perfect way. You curse to yourself under your breath and shake your head. You've been trying to be subtle, but he's making it difficult.

You're forced apart to follow him in your small ship back to Nevarro, and by the time you get there, it's already nightfall. Your trip for supplies had been enough to fill the day, and for you, it had certainly been eventful in its own way. You look forward to holding Din close and pretending your fond admiration hadn't happened as you seek your rest together.

But once Din puts Grogu to bed and joins you in the darkness of the bedroom, he foils your plans. "Did you see something you liked today?"

His question takes you aback. You stand up from where you'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, though it's nearly impossible to make out his figure in the dark haze of the room. "What do you mean? At the market? We got everything I wanted."

Din's gloved hands are gentle in finding your waist, as if he's giving you the chance to pull away. When you make no such move, he pulls you against him. "You know what I'm talking about."

You rest your hands upon his cuirass and shake your head in embarrassment. "Damn. I was really hoping you wouldn't notice."

Din chuckles and gives your waist a gentle squeeze before he lifts one hand to his helmet. "That's one thing I really enjoy about this helmet." Din's modulated voice is exchanged for his natural one as you hear the helmet hit the floor. "You had no idea I was doing the very same thing to you all day."

You raise your brow even as you smile at him. "And how am I supposed to believe you're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

Din brings himself close enough to you for his nose to brush against your own. "I'll give you proof." He keeps his own smirk hovering just above your own, giving you the invitation to make the final move.

You do so without hesitation, smiling even more against him as you begin to remember exactly why you've been stuck in such a sweet cycle of admiration.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

hi! how about 53 (kisses) and 20 (touching) prompts with bruce wayne? love your writing xx

Prompts: reassuring kisses; bandaging/stitching up an injury

"I didn't mean to wake you up."

Bruce sounded so damn apologetic. You didn't have the heart to tell him that you often laid awake at night waiting for him. Sometimes the sun crept into the room before he did. You just gave a nonchalant little hum, focused on stitching the jagged wound that ran from the back of his neck, curving toward his left shoulder.

You hadn't been planning on getting up and letting on that you were awake, but you'd heard Bruce hiss in pain, and curse. The shock of blood under the bathroom's bright light had made your stomach churn with nerves, but you'd waved his hand away and taken hold of the suturing needle. Now the two of you straddled the wide edge of the tub, allowing you to work without Bruce needing to hunch or bend for you to help.

"...Your hands are pretty steady at this," Bruce added, seemingly unable to stand the silence.

"I asked Alfred to teach me."

"When?"

"A while ago." You could see Bruce's head turning just a little toward you, and you tutted softly. "Keep still."

Bruce went still again, sighing softly.

"I'm alright."

Alright. That was rich coming from him—hell, it was hilarious.

"Yes," You drawled. "Because people that are perfectly alright get knife wounds and need stitches."

You were too tired to shield you irritation. Bruce's head lowered a little, and your stomach plummeted with guilt. You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head as the urge to apologize swelled.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"Just bruises."

"Okay."

You leaned away, eyeing your handiwork before setting the kit aside. You hesitated before you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. His body relaxed beneath your touch, his shoulders loosing some of their tension. You stood, taking up the little kit and stepping over to the sink to wash your hands. You glanced up as Bruce came into view behind you in the mirror, cuddling up behind you and pressing his face into your neck. You shut the sink off, reaching out and drying your hands before you turned to face Bruce. You cupped his cheek, searching his weary, penitent expression.

"Are you sure you're alright?" You murmured. Bruce nodded, and you nodded in turn, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Let's get you to bed, then. You need sleep to heal up."

"Are you coming with me?"

"Of course."

Bruce smiled, intertwining your fingers and leading the way out of the bathroom. You climbed into bed, feeling a weariness settle over you as you got beneath the covers. Bruce climbed over you, settling between your thighs and sliding his arms curl around you. You closed your eyes, certain that you would drop off quickly–but you felt him rest his chin on your collarbone.

"...Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for, Bruce."

"Yes there is."

You pried open your sleepy eyes, raising a hand to comb gently through his hair.

"You'd do the same for me."

"I hope I never need to."

"...Yeah, well," You trailed your hand down to stroke his cheek. "If you ever do, just promise me you'll spare me the lecture that I'm sparing you right now."

Bruce smiled, turning his head and pressing a kiss to your palm.

"I promise."

"Good." You shifted beneath him, cradling his hips with your knees and closing your eyes again. "Now go to sleep."

"I love you."

"Love you, too, honey."

[bebx]

me when I find a fic about my blorbo that is extremely well written it feels like it’s a gift from god with the perfect amount of angst, whump, hurt/comfort, fluff and is so in character that I can hear each dialogue in the blorbo’s voice and I’m so addicted to it I can’t believe I didn’t find it sooner it is currently the only thing I’m looking forward to even if I literally have to pause for a moment to catch my breath, grab a pillow and scream into it every time I’m reading a scene that plays with my feelings but in the best way imaginable I feel like I’ve stumbled upon a hidden treasure I can’t believe I get to read it for free I want to kiss the author on the lips and express to them my undying gratitude. like HOW ARE YOU SO TALENTED AND YOU ALSO WRITE ABOUT MY BLORBO AND I CAN READ IT FOR FREE??

excuse my laughing like a deranged villain. this is how I express my eternal love and gratitude

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