#Catwoman imagine

[fandomnerd9602]

Dude, you should do something for Zoe Kravitz' version of Selina Kyle from The Batman.

Selina: baby I could rob you blind in a second

Y/N: easy you already did.

Selina: huh?

Y/N: you took the most valuable thing I had

Selina: your heart?

Y/N: that too...and my Babe Ruth baseball card! Who does that?!?

Selina: I'll return it to you for a kiss

[lowkeyerror]

Please more dirty Catwomen! Please!

Chase

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: Dirty as requested smut, ig there's a plot maybe somewhere lol

Summary: Selina likes making you chase her.

Masterlist

For Selina, it was always about the chase. She found a certain thrill in evading the arms of justice. It made her feel unstoppable, free.

Y/n hated the chase. There was something profoundly exhausting about always being just out of reach. It made her feel idiotic, tired.

However, there was something both women had in common. The capture was the best part.

For Y/n, finally being able to catch her breath, only for it to be stolen away by plush lips, made the chase worth it.

For Selina, the weight on top of her was like a reward. It was as though a pool of diamonds lay on her chest, she was reveling in her score.

So as the two ran across the rooftops of Gotham, Y/n trailing behind Selina, they both were anxious.

The sound of shoes pounding against the concrete, grounded Y/n. Her breathing was loud, but steady. The cool Gotham air did little to regulate the heat radiating from her body.

Y/n didn't always catch Selina, but tonight she needed to. She wouldn't be discouraged by the chase, no matter how her lungs burned or how much her legs ached. Tonight, she needed her breath to be stolen.

It was effortless for Selina. Her breath and steps were nonexistent to the sound barrier. She was light on her feet and had perfect breath control. All she heard was the woman gaining on her from behind.

Selina could tell Y/n wanted it. There was an urgency in her pace that Selina had only known to lead to good nights.

The burglar could see vivid images of nights the two spent together. Lips on skin, sweat dripping profusely, cries lost in the Gotham sky; fuck. She needed this.

Y/n pounced when she saw her opening. Selina's back hit hard against the concrete rooftop. She hissed, but didn't do much more than that.

The hero panted as she straddled Catwoman. Her eyes locked on Selina's. With her chest heaving and her brow furrowed, she spoke," I wish you'd stop making me chase you."

" Can't keep up?"

Y/n pinned Selina's wrists above her head," You know I don't have a stamina problem. My problem is that every time I want to fuck you, I'm forced to run a marathon."

"Oh you poor thing."

Her faux pity only frustrated Y/n even more.

The hero was quick to connect their lips. Y/n kissed Selina as if she was her source of oxygen. The hands stayed above the thief's head as the kiss intensified.

Selina's hips buck upwards towards Y/n, begging for more.

Y/n chuckled against the woman's lips," You want more, Kitty?"

" I need you to fill me up," her eyes were already becoming cloudy.

" Well, I don't have the tools to do that on this rooftop, do I?"

Selina groaned, pushing the girl off of her before briefly taking in her surroundings.

" This way, and don't be slow."

It was Y/n's turn to groan as the woman began sprinting across the rooftops. They'd only crossed a few buildings when Y/n caught the woman slinking through a window. She was hesitant, but followed Selina anyway.

They landed in a bedroom.

" You know this is grounds for arrest, right?"

Selina rolled her eyes," I live here. Less talking, more fucking."

Her impatience was prominent. Y/n wasn’t moving nearly as fast as she needed to be in Selina’s mind. The Catwoman took matters into her own hands, using her claws to slice through the woman’s clothes. Y/n would’ve complained, but her lips were occupied. Selina’s hands wandered Y/n’s body, grasping at the exposed flesh.

Y/n’s hands were busy unzipping Selina’s skin tight suit. Once the suit hit the floor, Y/n was pulling the woman against her. Their naked bodies pressed flush against one another. Y/n guided them towards the bed. Selina falls first, but she pulls Y/n down with her.

Y/n’s hand dips down between their bodies, finding Selina’s wetness. The woman was dripping and if it wasn’t apparent before, it was apparent now just how desperate the woman truly was. The hero slips her finger inside of Selina with no resistance.

Selina begins to grind, needing more than the single finger.

“ Jesus, Kitty, you’re dripping. So needy for me tonight.”

The dark haired woman flips them over, so that Y/n’s back is flat against the mattress. Her hand wrapped around the woman’s throat, “ You are such a tease. Acting as if you aren’t just as needy as me.”

Her other hand dipped down, much like Y/n’s had done moments ago. However, instead of teasing, Selina shoved two fingers deep inside Y/n. She worked her fingers in and out of the woman, making intense eye contact.

“ Taste,” Selina removed the fingers from her cunt and shoved them into Y/n’s mouth. The hero kept eye contact as her head bobbed up and down to suck on the fingers.

They left her mouth with a quiet slurp. Selina kept a hand on Y/n's chest, signaling her to not move.

Y/n's eyes followed Selina up and off of the bed. She went straight to the closet. The woman knew exactly what she was looking for. Selina re-emerged with a harness and a dildo in her hand.

" Hips up," her words were soft, but it was still a command.

Y/n complied and once the harness was secured, her hands reached for Selina's hips. However, the agile woman swatted at the hero's hands.

" Let me suck you off. "

There was no objection on Y/n's behalf. She loved the way Selina looked with a cock in her mouth.

" Look at me," Y/n said as Selina took the plastic piece into her mouth.

She looked through her eyelashes to meet Y/n’s. The hero placed both of her hands in Selina's hair. Slowly guiding the girl's head up and down.

" Let me make you all pretty for me, Kitty."

Selina hums against the cock, giving Y/n permission to fuck her face. Y/n's hips buck fiercely into Selina's mouth. The sound of her gagging filled the room. Y/n could feel Selina's saliva pooling around the strap.

Tears began to feel her eyes as her throat took the pounding. The hands in Selina's hair yanked her head back off of the cock.

" You're going to be so full," this time Selina let Y/n grab her waist.

Selina slid down on the strap. Her hand rested on Y/n's shoulders as she began to bounce on the strap.

Her movements gradually picked up speed as she became accustomed to the size. Y/n hips snapped to meet Selina's half way.

She was transfixed on the dildo going in and out of Selina's pussy. The lewd sounds of them fucking bounced off the walls in the room.

Y/n slapped the woman's ass before pulling out and redirecting Selina n her back. Y/n wanted to be able to see every detail on Selina face as they fucked.

Her hands planted themselves on either side of Selina's head. Y/n began slamming her hips down into the Catwoman. Selina claws dug into Y/n's shoulder, the woman remained unfazed.

" Nothing to say about my stamina now, Kitty?"

Selina tried to glare but Y/n roughly snapped her hips, causing the woman to moan.

" Fuck, your cunt is just so sloppy. Taking my cock so good, leaking all over it. I wish I could cum inside that creamy cunt. See how fast you are when you're carrying my babies."

" Oh fuck," Selina's pussy was practically gushing at Y/n's words.

The girl on top smirked," You want that? For me to fill your pussy with my cum, make you keep it in there. Get you good and pregnant, Kitty."

Her cries began to reveal that she was close to the edge. Y/n's hand wrapped around her throat," I asked you something, Selina. Answer me."

Catwoman ignored her. That was a mistake because Y/n stopped thrusting immediately. Selina began to scramble to lift her hips to ride herself, but a firm hand kept them against the bed.

" Answer me."

Selina growled," Fuck Y/n, I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to fill me up and slap me if any leaks out. Now fuck me."

Selina was now on all fours' ass sticking up in the air. Y/n was quick to slide the cock into Selina’s cunt. She wrapped her arm around Selina's neck, pulling the woman further into her.

" Cum for Kitty."

Y/n used her free hand to rub vicious circles on the woman's swollen clit, which caused her body to violently jerk. The image in front of her being enough to make Y/n come undone as well.

When Y/n pulled out of Selina's cunt, she removed the harness. Her eyes were locked on how messy the woman's pussy was.

Gently, she flipped the woman on her back. Selina propped herself up on her elbows," What are you doing?"

" Lie back for me, baby," there was a slight blush on Selina's cheeks at the use of the nickname. She did as she was told.

Y/n's hands were soft as they parted Selina's legs. The hero repositioned herself to that she was face to face with Selina's pussy.

In the most intimate act the two had probably ever done, Y/n began to delicately lick Selina. Her goal here wasn't overestimating the woman, just to clean and taste her.

Selina squirmed and Y/n let her. When she was satisfied, Y/n placed a kiss on Selina's inner thigh.

" I love the way you taste, Selina."

Lazily, the Catwoman signals for Y/n to kiss her. When their lips meet, a soft passion blossoms in the kiss. Something that feels like more than just fucking.

When it breaks, Selina's hands play with the baby hairs on the back of Y/n's neck," Stay with tonight?"

Y/n was surprised the woman asked. It made her heart skip a beat in her chest. She didn't tease the woman, instead placing a soft kiss on her lips.

" Ok."

The two further cleaned themselves before hopping back into the bed. Y/n didn't hesitate to wrap her around Selina's waist, cuddling the woman. Selina didn't protest, in fact she melted into Y/n's hold.

There's a single thought going through the woman’s mind.

Maybe I'll stop running.

[rebelliousstories]

Poinsettia

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Selina Kyle x Reader

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mentions of Death and Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist: Here

Summary: A little Christmas cheer in their dreadful New York apartment.

“Selina! Sel? Where you at girl?” A voice called out as the door to the shabby New York apartment opened and shut behind the figure. She carried something in her gloved hands, but hid it behind her back when the young woman she shared her home with came through. Her cropped hair was wet, indicating it had been freshly washed. Along with that, the smell of soap crept through the apartment from the shower that had happened before she arrived home.

“Hey baby. I’m here. Sorry, I needed a shower. I felt gross after the club.” Selina came over and pressed a small kiss to her lover’s lips. Her hands wrapped around her waist and felt something behind her back.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked directly. Her girlfriend looked away impishly but refused to offer a response.

“It’s nothing.” She drawled out. Selina leveled a look at her partner and soon retracted her hands to look her more directly in the face.

“Babe?” Selina asked yet again, staring her dead in the eye.

“It’s your Christmas present, okay? Just, let’s go to bed and promise me you won’t look under the tree?” She pleaded and stepped closer to her girlfriend yet again. Selina did not move away, but did cross her arms as her lover tried to be sweet on her. It took several minutes of big eyes, and a smile before Selina relented.

“Fine. I won’t look. But you better hurry up.” She pressed a loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, and walked away. The woman, still standing with her hands behind her back, watched her girlfriend’s hips sway as she walked away. She brought her hands back around the front of her body as she walked over to their tree. There were only a few gifts underneath the tree, but that was okay. They did not need much, just each other. She set the big box down behind the other gifts almost out of view, before she stood back up. Her outer layer was shed before she left the living room; her scarf, gloves, and coat were placed on the couch before making her way to the bedroom.

When she got in there, Selina was already reclining on the bed beneath the covers. She held something in her hands, something that her partner recognized immediately. The only remaining picture of her and her mother that Selina held in her possession. Often times, their nights would end with her pulling the picture out of Selina’s hands after she had fallen asleep to keep it from getting lost or damaged. It comforted the woman to hold it; the last remaining thread of innocence she had left. No words were spoken as the other woman got ready for bed. Cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, covering her hair, all of it was done with speed and accuracy you only get from doing the same routine for years and years. Eventually, she climbed into bed with her lover and pulled her into her chest. Selina’s hands still held the photo as she laid her head down on her girlfriend’s chest.

“Your mom would be proud of the woman you have become.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to her head. Selina continued to stroke over her mother’s face in the photo, but her eyes were drawn to something in the corner. A brilliant splotch of red and green were in the corner.

“Did I ever tell you about this photo?” Selina asked, sounding very far away in her own head. She had, in fact, told her lover the story behind this particular photo. But that was not going to stop her from encouraging Selina to tell it again.

“Tell me.” She whispered, pressing another kiss to the head on her chest.

“When I was a kid, my mom couldn’t afford to do a big Christmas. But she would take me to the heart of the city to look at the lights. The one thing we got every year, from the same vendor, was a poinsettia plant. They would sell it to us for a fraction of what they were originally selling it for because they knew my mom. After she died, I never went back. I couldn’t without her.” Her voice trailed off, still lost in her own world as she remembered the snow filled nights where she went into the city to get those plants. Selina felt another kiss placed to her hair, and her lover’s hands rubbing up and down on her arms to soothe her.

Her lover stared at little Selina in the photo and smiled to herself. But her lover’s breathing slowed and eventually Selina was fast asleep. Her body went limp, and the photo dropped on her girlfriend’s stomach. She picked it up and stared for a moment longer, before placing it on her nightstand to protect the picture, turned out the lights, and went to sleep.

Snow filled the air when the couple awoke Christmas Day. They stretched and laid in the warm bed as they tried to wake up. However, with the day off, neither one cared too much about getting started on their day at a reasonable time.

“Merry Christmas, Sel.” She whispered to the woman that was now face to face with her on their sides in bed.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” She replied, laying a kiss upon her lover’s lips. Selina laid there for a moment more before she pulled away, and got out of the bed to head into the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth when her girlfriend came and hugged her from behind.

“My morning breath really that bad, huh?” She joked as she began to brush her own teeth. Selina chuckled lightly, trying desperately not to choke on the toothpaste in her mouth at her lover’s comment.

Once they were both done, a quick breakfast was had of a couple sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but it was enough for the couple on their budget. They made their way to the couch, where she had to move her outerwear from the previous night, and laid down on the couch. The radio in the corner of the room was on a station that played Christmas songs non-stop, which provided some noise for the couple to have in the background. They watched out the window for a while, just enjoying their time together. But eventually, Selina got curious about the large box that was tucked near the wall behind the tree with the rest of the presents.

“Can we open them now?” She asked her girlfriend, turning in her arms to look her in the eyes. When she nodded, Selina excitedly got up and immediately went to the large box behind the tree.

“Wait!” Selina stopped at her lover’s exclamation. She looked like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Just, save that one till the end? Please. Trust me.” She explained, and while Selina was upset to not find out what her lover brought home last night, she relented. They spent a considerable time opening the gifts from one another. Their gifts were usually practical, but there were a couple that were pure wants rather than needs. A new wig, a refill on Selina’s favorite perfume, and a beautiful leather skirt graced Selina’s hands but she was itching to go look at the present behind the tree. Seeing her lover’s eyes drift over, she gave Selina a nod to go to the mystery present.

She got excited and ran over to grab the present. Placing it in front of her on the floor, Selina tore into it like a little kid. This was much bigger than their usual presents to each other, which got her curious. She tore off the wrapping paper and used a nearby knife to open the tape that closed the box before her. When she opened the flaps, however, she stopped. The smile fell off of her face, and her hands froze. Her lover sat on the couch, watching her from a distance with a tense stance. She was no sure how she would react, but this was making her nervous. Selina reached her shaky hands into the box and pulled out what was inside. A poinsettia plant with a very specific tag attached to it. The tag of the business she used to get it from as a child. She was at a loss for words as she looked towards her girlfriend on the couch with watery eyes. Without saying anything, her lover took over.

“I thought it might make you happy. It wasn’t difficult to find the business. And when I mentioned the Kyle girl was who I was getting it for, they were really excited to hand it off. Said they wanted me to bring you by at some point.” She explained gently. Selina wept as her hands traced the petals delicately, but she still said nothing. In a flash, the plant was set gently on the ground, and she had found a place in her girlfriend’s lap. She kept pressing kiss after kiss to her, cradling her face in her hands. Finally, coming up for air, Selina spoke for the first time since she opened the box.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Repeating her thanks, she kissed every inch of exposed skin in between her words. Her lover rested her hands on Selina’s waist and allowed her to do what she needed without impediment.

“You’re welcome.” Her girlfriend finally replied.

And there they sat. Selina perched in her girlfriend’s lap, pressing kisses and sweet words of endearment and thanks to her. And her girlfriend, happy to be able to bring just a little bit of happiness and light to their gloomy apartment in an equally gloomy city.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Selene congrats on 1.8k baby!! I hope I’m not too late (if I am just ignore) - what about Selina Kyle and a tattoo shop AU 💗💗

Pairing: tattoo artist! Selina Kyle x female reader (no other specifications)

Word count: 400 words

Outline: You're nervous while getting your first tattoo.

Warnings: alcohol, implied smut, needles.

Author’s Note: thank you baby! your idea was such a good one, I just had to write it! :) I miss Selina!

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You take a swing of the whiskey bottle and swallow down quickly closing your eyes. You were a lot of things and coward was one of them. But you had promised yourself you'd do it, you'd get it done, now or never.

"Ready, baby?" You take a look at the beautiful short-haired woman popping bubblegum loudly enough. She looked gorgeous in her leather tight outfit and her arms were covered in tattoos herself.

"I'm scared." You narrow your eyes and look at her. Might as well admit all of your feelings.

"Don't be honey. I'll just start buzzing you right here. " She caresses your skin softly with her long manicured nails. "And then continue till here." She taps your skin with her nails and gives you a wide grin. "It ain't gonna hurt at all. I'm a careful lady."

You nod your head as she speaks, her gentleness and kindness getting through to you. Not to mention her indescribable beauty. She doesn't look like she could ever harm you.

"Let's start, okay? Let's- It's gonna be fine." You tremble your words but try to appear confident, you wouldn't want her to consider you weak.

She grins again and winks again pressing the needle on your arm and start. "It's gonna be alright, baby."

The first few minutes go by swimmingly but then you start getting nervous again.

"Tell me what you want, sweet baby." She stops and looks at you. "If you stay still for me and try your strongest, you'll take me out to drinks, how does that sound?"

You open your eyes wide and your mouth hangs open unable to speak. Was she really offering? "I know when hearts beat for the needles and when they do for me, baby. I ain't dumb." She cocks an eyebrow.

"Just hoping you like this tattoo because you took your pretty ass to the store sixteen times trying to decide on the easiest one." You tilt your head in complete shock, wondering how could she right through you.

"I'm a smart lady, I know what you like. Just say yes, baby."

"Yes." You breathe out fast, without taking a breath and it's like your lungs run out of air.

"Good, now stay pretty still for me, baby."

The next morning you woke up tangled under her sheets with her cat sleeping on your side.

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

Batman had his fair share of foes, but none like the femme fatale feline known as Catwoman, who had silently snuck up behind you and tapped your shoulder with her claw. “Hey, kitten,” she purred, knowing she’d startle you, “be a dear and give the big guy a message for me?” You spun around and readied your weapon, which made her chuckle. “And what are you gonna do with that?”

“I’m bringing you in, Catwoman.” You warned her, but she looked calm as could be.

“Yeah…right. Anyways, tell Batman to meet me here at midnight. Just him and I.” She passed you a note with a bright red lipstick mark on it, and a doodle of a cat to avoid any confusion. “I know I can count on you.” Selina practically taunted, petting your head quickly before flipping off the edge of the rooftop before you could even attempt to apprehend her. What a bust.

“Weird lady…hope Batman doesn’t ask any questions. Who am I kidding, of course he will.” You spoke to yourself, dragging your feet along the snowy ground and off to find Batman.

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[smartycvnt]

Raise Hell

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Gender Neutral!Reader Summary: Selina takes you on a double date with Harley and Ivy.

A night out on the town in Gotham usually meant all sorts of mayhem, especially whenever you joined in with Selina and her best friends. You had been nervous at first hanging out with them, but the four of you had become quite the tight-knit group. More often than not, you and Harley spent your time causing chaos while Selina and Ivy tried their best to control some of it. Harley had been the first to welcome you into the group as a friend. Selina had obviously told Ivy about the two of you sneaking off in Arkham, back before anybody paid much attention to who you were.

The next time Harley had gotten herself locked up, she had broken you out with her, claiming that the two of you needed to talk anyways. You had hidden out with Harley for a few days before Selina came to get you. Ivy apologized to both of you, not having thought Harley would practically kidnap you in order to figure out whether or not you were good enough for Selina. By the end of your stay at Harley's safe house, you had been deemed the fourth member of their posse. The longer you hung around them, the more each of them realized just how much you had in common with them. That had been what prompted Selina to ask you to be her partner instead of just an acquaintance with benefits.

"Do you remember what you promised me for tonight?" Selina asked as the two of you walked towards the club where Harley and Ivy were supposed to be waiting. Since it was just a simple night out, you had opted for wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, but kept your "head stomping" boots on just in case all hell broke loose.

"Yeah, yeah, best behavior. Don't worry, you'd hate for someone to get the impression I can't be trusted around Harley," you joked. That impression had been placed on almost everyone in Gotham, but especially Batman. It wasn't often that people managed to really get one up on him, but the two of you had created such a mess one night that he couldn't afford to chase after the two of you.

"Honey, I don't think there's a single Gothamite that would trust you and Harley to behave yourselves for a single night. It's almost like the two of you were born to raise hell," Selina told you. You rolled your eyes at the dramatics in her statement, despite them being pretty much true. Together, you and Harley could do more damage than almost anyone else could dream of.

"I'll be good, but just for you," you promised. Selina smiled as you leaned in to give her a quick kiss. Selina seemed to be a bit more relaxed, but the second the two of you got into the club, it all went out the window. Some of your former cell block mates were in the corner chatting with Harley, who was sitting on the bar while Ivy sat back looking bored out of her mind.

"Thank god the two of you are here. Y/n, can you go get her down from there please? She's been up there for the past half hour getting them in on some plan." You hadn't waited for Ivy to finish talking before you went over to the table to join your old friends. Harley perked when she saw you, breaking mid-sentence to hop down from the bar and run into your arms. A few of the guys backed away from the group, but the majority of them greeted you with bright smiles and a couple hugs. "They were one of them, weren't they?"

"Yep, leader of the block actually," Selina groaned. Ivy sighed, knowing that they were in for a long night. You and Harley chatted with the guys for a little while longer before you ordered drinks to bring to Selina and Ivy as an apology for taking so long.

"Champagne for the ladies," you said as you set the glasses down on the table. Harley took her spot on Ivy's lap as you sat down next to Selina and wrapped your arm around her shoulders. "There's a warehouse shipment of Wayne Tech that the guys would be happy to keep clear if we agree to share the cut."

"No business on pleasure nights," Selina warned. You nodded, but could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was interested. Selina was a quiet thief, but your methods were more of causing a big diversion, stashing the loot, and then coming back for it after a jail break or you were released. The police liked holding you in Arkham while they unsuccessfully searched for the item that you apparently stole. You just had to wait for them to come back with their tails between their legs to let you out because technically, they had no evidence of you stealing anything at all.

"That's right. Whatever gets blown up is just for fun!" Harley exclaimed. Ivy pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out a tired breath. You raised your glass to that, knowing that once the two of you left the club, Selina would most likely call off the "best behavior" thing as long as the four of you didn't get kicked out.

"We could always leave them here and just go home," Selina suggested. "Maybe even leave them in jail for the night and do a spa thing. I've got some pretty good connections."

"That's a great idea. You guys go be boring at home while Y/n and I play a game with Bats to see how long it takes him to stop us tonight. I think we can get a good 4 hours if he's alone," Harley said. You leaned forward, doubting that it'd be that long, especially since you had seen one of the Batgirls running around the city earlier.

"Nah, we've got 2 and a half, maybe three if nobody here has sent out a warning yet," you said. Harley was the first one out of her seat and you were quick to follow. You had expected Selina and Ivy to tag along, but whenever you looked behind you, they were nowhere to be found. Gotham was in for one hell of a night.

[imagine--if]

Could I request prompt 5 with Selina please? ~ 🌺🦋

A/N: WoOoO first Selina request 🐱🖤 ofc you can, enjoy!!

Pairing: Kravitz!Catwoman x reader (The Batman 2022)

Prompt: "Oh, baby... everything's going to be alright."

Words: 251

Her dark eyes stare into yours knowingly, softened from their usual hard, set stares she gives to others. The nights in Gotham are long and cruel, and though you know Selina can handle herself perfectly, you can’t help but worry every time she’s ready to go off and out to face those nights in her own way.

A tabby cat butts its head against your leg as you nibble at your lip, breaking the eye contact nervously, only for Selina to strut over and lift your chin up gently with her fingers.

“You gotta trust me, baby,” she reminds you with a slight smile, “I’ll be fine, you know that.”

“I- I know, I trust you,” you confirm slowly, “I just… I worry, I’m sorry. It’s just, everyone out there are so horrible and violent, I hate that there’s a chance…”

Selina sighs, sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping an arm around you, her hand rubbing your arm. "Oh, baby... everything's going to be alright. I’ll be back before you know it, yeah? Unless you wanna come with me…?”

You looks at you with an expectant smirk, and you think about it, glancing at her hesitantly.

“I don’t know… I don’t think I’d be any good at the things you do, Selina.”

Selina shrugs, shifting a cat who’s come to rest on her lap as she gets up and going over to the door before looking back at you with a smile.

“Only one way to find out.”

[charlotteking23]

Sick Day! 🤒

But these fan art make me feel single 😢

Also, I wanted to say this art is not mine and credit whoever made this amazing arts.

[bruciemilf]

It's " Harley's DEFINETLY a honorary batfam member" hourssss

[lowkeyerror]

I think I’m gonna need some more Selina Kyle IMMEDIATELY PLEASE

Maybe a cute Drabble on how you guys met like meet cute but obviously in a way that makes sense with Selina. Like she thinks you just want to be with her for one night and leave but turns out your in it for the long haul and want to actually be in a relationship. And just a lot of cute fluffy interactions and all the pet names 🥰

Every Night

Word count: 651

Notes: pure fluff, lil drabble, not my gif

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The first time you laid eyes on Selina, you felt as though cupid had shot an arrow directly into your chest. You were at a club, your friends invited you for a night out and refused to let you decline the invitation.

It was sheer luck that the woman had been already looking at you. Nerves hit you hard when she approached you.

The first thing she said was," This doesn't really look like your scene, sweetheart."

" It's not."

" Then how about me and you go somewhere else," she suggested.

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks. Something Selina found extremely adorable.

" I don't know if it's smart for me to go anywhere in Gotham with a hot stranger that I've just met in a club."

Selina chuckles," Pretty and smart, well isn't that a dangerous combo. I'm Selina and I promise I'm as trustworthy as I am attractive."

For some reason, your gut was telling you to leave with this woman. Your senses were fighting hard, but your heart was too curious. So you left with her that night, and it was the best decision you had ever made.

Selina showed you finer things in life, things that you were certain only Gotham elitists had access to. She also showed you the beauty hidden in the slums of the town. That was the duality of Selina.

She was charming and flirtatious. It was impossible for the night to end up anywhere except with you under her.

Part of her expected you to be gone in the morning. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find you curled up in her arms, snoring lightly.

She took the time to really get a good look at your features. Selina had an eye for valuable things, and in that moment she was fairly certain that you were the most valuable thing she ever laid her eyes on.

" I'd say something snarky about a staring problem, but I like it when you look at me," your voice had a twinge of morning rasp to it.

" Well, you managed to surprise me. You know, I usually wake up to an empty bed." Selina lightly traced patterns on your arm.

" I find that hard to believe." Your eyes tried to lock on hers, but she's focused on the patterns she's making.

" You'd be surprised."

You took her hand in yours," I'd stay here until you asked me to leave."

Selina let a genuine laugh tumble out of her lips," I was that good, huh?"

Your face heated up at the insinuation," I- you were, but you're a lot more than just good in bed. I find myself wanting to know everything about you."

" Oh really," her eyes finally snapped up to yours, and you find yourself melting.

" Really… Let me make you breakfast?"

It was an innocent question that once again caught Selina off guard.

" Are you going to burn down my kitchen?"

You chuckled gently," No, I'm actually pretty good in the kitchen. I can make anything you want."

" Is there a catch to this?"

You thought for a moment," The catch is that you have to go on a date with me."

Selina kissed the tip of your nose," That all, sweetheart?"

"That's all I want."

Selina pretended to think about it, but her mind was made up the second you asked her. Instead of answering your question directly, she responded with her breakfast order," Ham and cheese omelet, don't short me on the bell peppers or green onions, Y/n."

You pecked her lips before rolling out of the bed," Yes, chef."

Selina sighed blissfully as you left the room. She really liked you, and that was rare for her. She wanted you to know everything about her, even her alter ego. Catwoman would spoil you with all of your heart's desires, she wouldn't be able to help herself.

Anything for her girl.

[rebelliousstories]

Finally got around to watching The Batman (2022). While it’s not the Bale Batman, or Batfleck, I still thoroughly enjoyed the new interpretation of all the characters we know and love.

Requests are now open for:

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman

I could be talked into making fics for other characters though…

So ya know, jut like… have at it.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Forgot to add this rule. If a character is vegan/vegetarian, assume they get tofu dogs.

[anitalenia]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. ₊ ⊹ ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ✧˚ ༘

— 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 𝘥𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

˚☽˚｡⋆ 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑. The silence was too loud and his room was too cold — his arms and torso were left bare to freeze thanks to you (he was too much of a gentleman to snatch the blanket off you anyway). The heavy rain smacked into his windows pointedly and purposefully; with every loud drop it made his lip twitch in annoyance.

The air was sharp and frosted, it burned his nose when he breathed in too deeply and it made him wonder if Alfred forgot to turn the heat on — better yet if you turned it off, knowing you hated to fall asleep too warm and Alfred was too meticulous and thorough to forget to turn it off at all.

It was dingy and dismal, dark and dreary just as Bruce preferred it to be, so little going on for him to be so awake and agitated but yet… maybe that was just it. The silence, the boredom, the macabre sense of monotony on an unfamiliarly quiet Saturday night — so little going on it was driving him mad.

Bruce stared up at the ceiling with his arms laid out on his shirtless stomach, restless but tired. His limbs were sore and heavy, his body bruised and battered, yet his dark eyes couldn’t help but flicker over to his window ever so often when he thought about what was on the other side of it — the source of his calamity.

He’d stare through the droplets of water at the blurred kaleidoscope of lights as they shone onto his floor, not eagerly per say just habitually; Bruce seldom ever saw a peaceful night in, so unaccustomed with the sweet domesticity of crawling under the covers at 10:30 pm and kissing your lover goodnight — he was usually so busy, for Gotham never slept and crime never seemed to stop.

No, Bruce couldn’t sleep; his thoughts a morbid mess of batman-esque obligation that made it impossible to close his eyes.

You were a different matter entirely as Bruce turned his head to look at you; snuggled up on your side of the large bed with his thick, black comforter surrounding you, breathing gently on the muscle of his shoulder and sleeping soundly, beautifully.

His pretty little wife.

His eyes looked over the sharp shadows of your sleeping beauty. From your wispy eyelashes, to your cute little nose, to your softly parted lips, a soft smile adorning the corner of his mouth as he did — he couldn’t help it.

Your hair was frizzy and tangled messily around your head, your soft breaths ever so often stuttered with an adorable snore but Bruce couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked anyway as he raked his eyes over your face fondly.

As he did he realized how grateful he was that you didn’t need to worry yourself with the things that he did; you were too innocent for the cruelty of Gotham City, too pure and divine; an angel wrapped in wicked tapestry.

Even now, in your pale white pajamas on black silken sheets you looked too fragile for them, like they could wrap their shadowy arms around you and swallow you whole — just as the city could so easily do if he wasn’t there to protect you.

If Batman wasn’t there to save you.

I don’t care, Bruce. I love you anyway.

That’s what you’d always say when Bruce would settle down in bed beside you with a heavy sigh and whisper why do you stay?, on those long nights when he’d come home brutally battered and fatigued. After a night of being heavily reminded to the real dangers waiting just outside his door like a pack of feral dogs and how easily they could ensnare you in their jaws.

I don’t care. I love you.

He loved you too, he really very did.

With that final thought, Bruce was still caught staring at you with a soft look of love on his face when you gently fluttered your eyes open, your body sensing his awareness before your mind could.

He watched patiently as you groggily looked around before eventually meeting his gaze, his eyes getting even softer at the adorable look of confusion on your face.

Your eyes tiredly looked back up at him despite the darkness surrounding you two, able to see his frowned lips and dark eyes clearly, “Bruce? Why are you still awake?”

Your voice was raspy and tired, a small yawn following your statement that made pity tear at his heart for waking you up.

Bruce ran his hazel eyes over your face some more before he responded, unable to stop cherishing you.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He simply responded, voice low and intimate, words spoken in the bare space between his lips and yours.

You settled into your silken pillow with a small huff, eyes focused more on Bruce’s face now as the grogginess gradually melted away and your vision became clearer — the silence and rain thrumming calmly around you. It wasn’t a normal night in Gotham City without the rain.

“Well, did you try?” You teased just as quietly as he, smiling a little at the chuckle he gave you in response.

“Yes, of course I tried. It clearly didn’t go as planned.” Bruce mumbled back with a faint snicker, speaking just loud enough so you can hear him over the rain pattering on the windows, a small smile now quirked on his sharp lips.

You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes looking between his, knowing Bruce well enough to know when he was lying.

“I don’t really believe you. What’s keeping you awake?” You sighed with furrowed brows, resting your head right next to his bare shoulder to look up at him better — maybe if you pouted in that cute way he liked he’d tell you honestly.

Bruce faltered at that, looking down at you with a heavy heart; he couldn’t possibly tell you that he felt guilty laying in bed with you when he should’ve been out there, out there protecting those who needed him. But the fact of the matter, one he couldn’t argue with, was that you needed him as well.

He couldn’t possibly tell you how conflicted he really was but probably shouldn’t have been; two parts of him sharing the same mind and body but each with entirely different obligations — the irreconcilable duality that was he.

One part of him was Bruce Wayne; millionaire, orphan, husband, you needed that side of him, you deserved to have him for at least one night. But he was also Batman, and Gotham always needed him.

He was haunted with a classic case of Jekyll and Hyde but instead of one side lusting for murderous intent his alter ego longed for rightful justice in the grandest city of injustice. Batman was the only one who could live harmoniously in the dark, the only one capable of doing the things he did. It was an enervative dichotomous life of matrimonial duties and moral obligation.

There were two men sharing the same halves of the same soul and Bruce couldn’t decide which heart to listen to without making the other one feel guilty.

“Just work stuff, honey. It’s nothing you need to worry about, trust me.” Bruce dismissed after a short moment, shaking his head gently with a reassuring smile on his thin lips — like that could convince you of anything.

You narrowed your eyes at him slightly, registering the slight blue bags under his eyes and the crippled fault in his smile, all small clues of his devious, well-intentioned deception.

“Which work stuff?” You prodded carefully, raising a brow at him as suspicions already began to brew in the back of your mind as to what he was really referring.

Bruce chuckled again at that, loving your caring and inquisitive nature any day but wishing you’d just drop it already. He really couldn’t bear weighing any of the pressure he carried on your delicate shoulders, fearing you’d crumble under the weight of it.

“Really, it’s…” Bruce looked back up at the ceiling in indecision, searching for the right words, “it’s nothing I can’t handle, okay?” He looked back down at you with confidence, his voice firmer than before but still softly spoken to get his point across.

You narrowed your eyes at him with that, knowing it was a response you fully expected but were still annoyed to hear.

You were aware that he was lying to you but also aware that he wouldn’t tell you no matter how much you begged him; he never liked to tell you anything about his Batman related problems and it greatly frustrated you for some reason.

As his wife didn’t you deserve to know at least something? You were fully aware of what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to his long awaited proposal. After all, you didn’t just marry Bruce Wayne but you married Batman as well… you could handle the truth even if he didn’t seem to think so.

You sighed anyway, unable to mask your irritation towards him for keeping you in the dark. Your lack of sleep didn’t help the influx of annoyance either.

You took your head off his warm shoulder and went to turn around away from him, your fatigue easily irritating you more than usual.

Bruce licked his lips and sighed, having already disappointed you in an attempt to protect you; a small price to pay if it meant your pretty little head wasn’t clogged with constant, pained disquietude like his was.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” You muttered more to yourself than anything, fussing with the blanket you had wrapped yourself in during your slumber and now seemed to be stuck in.

Before you could fully turn around though Bruce laid a warm, consoling hand on your forearm that made you pause, “Hey, hey, wait.”

You lingered a moment at the feel of it before turning back around to face him, expression a little more sour than before — tired and impatient.

Bruce felt guilt swirl in his stomach at the look on your face, knowing he was disappointing you but also knowing it was for the best.

He kept the hand on your arm, leaning up and wrapping it around your back to bring you into his chest, his other arm going behind your neck and tucking you into his side like you were his most precious doll — you were of course.

You didn’t fight him even if you wanted to, enjoying the warmth he provided and the safety you subconsciously sought out snuck tight in between his arms.

“Bruce.” You grumbled anyway as you settled against him, his arm releasing you for a moment to pick the blanket up and over his waist so there was nothing separating you two from each other.

You felt hard plains of muscle underneath you when he did, a flustered pinkness appearing on your cheeks, then slowly crept in hot embarrassment at the fact that your husband’s carefully structured body that you’ve seen many many times still managed to make you shy.

You melted into his side, albeit a bit stiffly as you were still annoyed with him and wanted to blatantly show it, your arms stubbornly slotted against your chest to separate yourself from laying completely on his.

When Bruce was done adjusting the blanket, the bed moving as he did, he settled still and looked down at you with those kind eyes of his you loved so much, the ones that always flustered you when you stared back into them for too long.

The arm behind your neck pushed you closer to him while he took his right hand and wrapped it around your chin, his palm so warm and big against your jaw that you couldn’t help but sigh in submission.

Bruce gently forced you to look up at him, his eyes staring down at you softly but earnestly.

“Alright, hey, don’t be like that with me. If there was something I thought you really needed to know I’d tell you. Otherwise, it’s best I keep that side of myself as private from you as possible. I hate the thought of you being in danger because of me, because I exposed you to that side of myself you didn’t need to see.” Bruce whispered genuinely, minty breath fanning over your nose as you stared up at him, seemingly calm now and even just a little regretful for being so upset with him in the first place.

“Just give it a rest honey, alright? I promise you, it’s nothing you need to worry about. Do I ever go back on my promises, hmm?” He said sweetly, looking down at you with insistent but loving eyes in the expectation of you responding.

You paused for a moment as you registered his words, still curious to know what he was really thinking about because you just couldn’t help it. You worried for him, wished he’d be more open with you so you could help him in whatever way you could. However, you also didn’t want to stress him out any more than he already was either, your mind picturing all the purple bruises littering his beautiful body pitifully.

So, you just shook your head like a scolded child, “No… you don’t.” You’d have to bite your tongue for now, pouting up at him cutely — Bruce was just too sweet to argue with sometimes and he knew it.

Bruce gave you a charming smile, gray shadow washed over the angles of his straight nose and narrow cheeks. His brown hair was more unkempt than usual, wavy tendrils of it fallen around his face. He looked so handsome, more tranquil this way, as he leaned down and gave you a peck on the forehead, a sweet hum sounding in the back of his throat.

“That’s my girl.”

You sighed happily, giving in to him completely now and wrapping an arm around his chest so you could burrow against him; he wrapped his arm around you tighter instinctually, enjoying the feel of you against him as he looked up at the ceiling in content.

Nothing was better than being with you, so much so that Batman himself felt satiated from his lonely perch in the back of Bruce’s mind.

You stared out the large, arched window on his wall for a few quiet moments, watching as the rain quickly fell down the glass one by one as Bruce softly traced his textured fingertips along the spine of your back.

“It always rains, you ever notice that?” You murmured tiredly against his skin, in a daze from the tingling sensation on your skin as he caressed your back in gentle, loving touches.

Bruce looked away from you a moment when you spoke to spare the window a disinterested glance, “What? You don’t like the rain, Mrs. Wayne?” He teased you, his spirits higher than before as he looked back down at you even if you couldn’t see, his nose filled with the sweet smelling shampoo you used — coconut and vanilla.

You smiled a little — you loved when he called you that.

“Well of course you do. You’re Batman, you’re supposed to like depressing things.” You spoke with a smile, only teasing him as your eyes drifted shut from the comfort of his body against yours, muscles melting against the black sheets nestled between his own.

Bruce chucked at that, his hand ceasing its calming motion, “oh, is that right?”

You hummed with an amused smile on your lips, nodding your head, “mmhmm, yes sir.”

Bruce scoffed playfully at that, looking down at you with a fond playfulness in his eyes before gently taking his muscled arm out from underneath your head.

You lifted your head up curiously to look at him, wishing for the moment to not be disturbed, only to be gently rolled over so that Bruce was laid on top of you and you were now sunken into the inky black abyss of cushions beneath him. Your lips parted in a slight gasp, staring up at him with those beautiful eyes he loved so much in surprise.

“Now now, Mrs. Wayne, don’t go calling me that unless you plan on doing something about it, it’s in bad taste.”

You giggled at that, a joyous and twinkling sound that made Bruce tense up, his eyes darting towards your lips and his heart quickening in his chest. You always had such an effect on him even if you didn’t know it.

“How ‘bout you do something about it then?” You whispered up to him sensually, voice low and playful. You could feel the air surrounding the little bubble you two found yourselves in change heavily as you ran your hands softly over his midsection, his light skin cold and soft, muscles hard and firm as you traced your fingers delicately over each individual ab until Bruce was twitching at the feeling.

He glanced down at your hands hotly, already worked up from your minuscule touches alone, his skin tingling from the sensation as a familiar heat started to twirl in his lower tummy.

He looked back down at you, eyes more hooded now but just as eagerly as rain pounded on the windows somewhere in the background — you couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of his warm breaths and the gradual throbbing between your own legs.

“Yeah? Would you like if I did something about it, Mrs. Wayne?” Your husband mumbled huskily, a teasing smirk on his lips as he lowered down closer until his face was just above yours, his big arms pressed into the pillow on each side of your head so you were surrounded by him.

He could see the way you inhaled at the name, felt the way your nails dug into his skin for a subtle, fleeting moment. He always knew all the right ways to turn you on, knew all the right words to say to make you melt in his hands like warm syrup — you were certainly just as sweet.

You stared up at your husband with heavy breaths, mouth watering for a taste of him, eyes blown black with love and unabashed want as he sat in the reflection of your irises. Your skin felt hot and your thighs tightened around his waist, arms aimlessly tracing the ridges of muscle that coated Bruce’s front; it was in an innocently naive way now, so unaware of how badly it was affecting Bruce himself as your initial confidence dwindled down to need.

You impatiently waited for him to make a move, give into the desire you both so clearly felt as your eyes ran over his shirtless body and perfect face in the mean time. With every exhale of breath out of his mouth you found yourself inhaling it back in, breathing his air and smelling of Bruce’s aftershave, Bruce’s shampoo, it was all just Bruce, Bruce, Bruce.

He had completely overwhelmed your senses with his smell, his presence, his very existence and it was making it hard to think clearly — only he plagued your thoughts so much it made your fingertips buzz to feel more of him.

It was in moments like these where the sheer size of Bruce was brought to your attention; he was much more muscular than you, all sharp edges and ridges of pure muscle and destruction that could destroy anything he put his hands on.

It was ironic to you, how those same hands that broke bones were the same hands that caressed your skin in the softest of touches, in the softest of ways, irrevocably incapable of breaking you.

Bruce believed he was all carnal ruination — hands made to break and fists made to destroy. He believed he had a dark side in him he couldn’t control, that Batman was the outlet for all the frustration he felt towards the injustices of the city and how easily it corrupted the lightest of souls. He believed he was made to hurt, to cause ruin — a reason why he never took a single human soul no matter how rotten it was.

But you believed he didn’t give himself enough credit, which is exactly why moments like these were so important to remind him.

You swallowed nervously now as you looked back into his eyes, your fingers faltering in their movement as they stilled on the angles of his hips, right outside the tight band of his black sweatpants.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne, that’s exactly what I want.” You whispered back up to him in a velvety soft tone, eyes looking at his pink lips and then flickering back up between his hazel irises lustfully; the look in them was too intense for you to handle but you sufficed, your heart thrumming passionately under your skin at the attention.

Bruce almost melted at the name, just as affected by the title as you were, lowering his face down until his nose was touching yours, his lips hovering right above your own.

“That’s my girl…” Bruce breathed thickly against your lips, his eyes flickering to your mouth as yours did the same to his, your mouth salivating for a taste of him.

A silent beat passed as you both just stayed in that position, locked into each other’s loving gazes and gentle touches, his lips just a whisper away from yours screaming to have you, to taste you. It was intimate and warm, quiet, your body feeling fuzzy and alight with something similar to deep admiration and not so far from a deep, shared love for each other.

There was no playfulness about it now.

It was then, when the tension had sizzled into flame did Bruce finally lean down and kiss you, his lips soft and cold, so contrasting from the warmth he sought in yours as the rain pattered on the windows and your angelic essence drowned him further into the depths of you.

You moaned softly, feeling relief flood through you as your hands gripped his hips for some sort of anchor off the clouds you seemed to be floating on. Bruce kissed you lovingly, a characteristic act of tenderness as he found his own needy noises hum in the back of his throat.

It was sweet and slow, lips careful and gentle against each other between delicate sighs and hums. He tasted of peppermint and the faint drawl of bourbon, his tongue damping your lips and your shared saliva wet on your mouths.

He seperated from you just for a short moment, your lips feeling the loss but not for too long before he was on you once more with a fervor, tongue molding between your lips forcefully and sucking yours into the warmth of his mouth.

You whined at the sudden confidence within him, lips barely moving against his as he took control of your movements and gave you no other option but to take what he gave you — his lips and his tongue tangling with yours messily as sensual rumbles sounded deep from within in his chest.

He brought a hand down from the pillow and intertwined it in your hair, tangling his thick fingers into your roots and pulling hard enough to arouse you further. It made your back arch and lips part in a salacious gasp.

Bruce found himself unable to part from your delectable taste for long, taking that moment to reconnect his damp lips to the skin between your chin and shoulder. He forced your head back as he kissed your neck, the cold air hitting every damp spot in a pleasurable tingling sensation that had your nails digging into his abs.

“Bruce…” You sighed oh so sweetly in a distracted state of mind, just wanting to say his name and have him hear how good he was making you feel with his simple kisses alone — a feat he always accomplished anytime he did.

The praise didn’t fall on deaf ears but he was too preoccupied with the sound of your heavy breaths and whines to really pay attention, too love drunk on the smoothness of your skin falling over his tongue as he licked his way down to your collarbone. He released his grip on your hair and his hands made idle work in caressing their way down your body to the hem of your white pajama top.

His hands were eager, so familiar on the curves of your body as they slid back up to your chest, hands big and desperate as they tightly gripped your bosom for a fleeting moment that had you moaning at the sting — he was handsy, unable to get enough of you and the way your body perfectly slotted between the strength and ridges of his hands.

His cock was already hard in his slacks, poking against your thigh absentmindedly as his hands dug into the center of your top and adamantly ripped it right down the middle. The buttons flew over the bed and your tits spilled out of the ripped material in a gorgeous ripple of flesh that had Bruce groaning at the sight.

“So beautiful, so gorgeous, just fucking perfect…” He mumbled in a lustful daze, more to himself as a factual observation, his hands now gripping your waist, eager mouth leaning down and making quick work to lap at your chest in the way he knew you liked.

You giggled dreamily at that, feeling fluttery and lightheaded at the praise, body warm and melting like a cube of butter on top of his silk bed sheets. He was always capable of making you melt with just a few loving words and caresses, another one of his talents.

Your hands had found their way into his thick hair, massaging at the loose strands when you decided it was impossible to stay still from the buzzing running through your pores.

Your pussy throbbed in your pajama shorts, painfully so, stomach in tight knots at the sparks shooting down to your core from his ministrations.

He found himself enthralled by the feeling of your tit in his mouth, fervently sucking on the skin there as his hands gripped into your waist so tight in a subconsciously possessive hold so you could never leave. Maybe it was the semblance of Batman himself leaking out from under tight fingertips, a degree of fierce protection in the way he held you underneath him, unable to be taken or destroyed by the same evil he fought almost every night.

You were here with him, with him and all of his burdens for the rest of your lives.

“So gorgeous…”

Bruce was lost in the pleasure you helplessly moaned in his ears, feeling his own mutual desire swirling in his tummy and thrumming through his skin that made every touch feel like fire, every kiss an ember from the flame until you and him were intertwined ash lost in the black smoke.

He loved you, his pretty wife, always so supportive and forgiving in the moments he definitely didn’t deserve it.

He picked his head up, panting and lips wet, your chest littered in pink marks and damp with his spit as Bruce licked his lips, hungry for more already.

You looked at him in all his glory, admiringly, just as enamored with him as he was with you as your warm hands slid down to his cheeks. Your own were flushed pink and feverish, breath warm and heavy as you lovingly ran your palm over his sharp cheekbone. His skin was soft, smooth and tepid under your dainty fingertips.

You gently caressed the faint purple of a bruise with your thumb, right in the hollow of his eye.

Bruce leaned into the tender action for a spared moment of comfort, his eyes hooded and twinkling in the dark as he breathed heavily against your lips. He kept finding himself absent in the presence of your beauty, staring at your face and your lips and being so thankful he had you at all.

“So beautiful…” He breathed gingerly, eyes looking over your face like he was seeing you for the first time — no, he was selfish in his blatant admiration of your magnificence, his heart throbbing almost painfully in his love for you as he watched the soft corners of your mouth twist into a shy smile at your devotees idolatrous attention.

He leaned down after a fond moment of your thumb tracing his cheekbone, after he was satisfied with his generous intake of your prettiness. He pecked an affectionate kiss on your smiling lips before dipping his head down and laying several kisses to your neck once more.

You bit your lip at the sensitive feeling, closing your eyes, lost in the feel of him, as he pampered you with doting kisses all the way down to your ribcage, his hands now playing with the hem of your shorts but not too boldly as to take them off quite yet.

“You’re everything, you know that? I could never imagine my life without you… you’re perfect, so perfect.” He rubbed your stomach adoringly, “Your body is perfect, so beautiful, I can’t believe you ever married me…” He mumbled in that rough voice of his, vulnerable in the night, in the moment when you couldn’t see him all the way clearly but he could see all of you just fine.

You could feel another smile playing on your lips — not that it had even left — the heavy sensation of happy tears casting a light sheen over your eyes. He was the perfect one, he was the gorgeous and beautiful counterpart of you that didn’t seem to realize his own value. You only wished you had the poetic spark in yourself that he had, then you’d be able to voice it properly. Still, his praise made your heart swell as he took your left hand and kissed the diamond ring on your finger amorously.

“Oh, Bruce…” You spoke in a hushed manner, voice wobbling from the overwhelming infatuation you had for the man, so thankful and grateful for such a man as wonderful as he. In your eyes the sudden romance had come out of nowhere, but it was still greatly appreciated as it caused your voice to thicken with the downpour of love it had spiked.

He looked into your eyes as he warmly kissed your palm, lips quirked slightly, eliciting another tender hearted smile from you. He then let you settle your hands back on his shoulders as he slotted himself between your hips, the affectionate moment lingering in the air as you pet his wide shoulders.

You were laid on your back, smooth thighs spread to accommodate his size between them, pajama top ripped down the middle in fragmented material hanging off your shoulders, your tits pooled on your chest and wet with his kisses. Your hair was tangled, fanned around your head, lips pink and plushy from all his salacious kisses, your eyes glittering erotically bright.

Despite that, you were not uncomfortable to be so exposed to him, exposed in a way you’d only ever be with him. You knew he would never judge you nor your body, that he loved you and all your freckles and scars and all the blemishes you considered imperfections — he loved them all. The only part of you not seen were covered by the shorts Bruce was already eager to take off.

You were beautiful to him, ethereal even, just as he said you were an angel, something divine and pure, a holy deity completely out of this world that transcended the mortal plane he was bound to, letting his lowly lips and hands cherish your merciful soul and body. Just oh so perfect.

“I love you…” You whispered, pathetically cute, down to him, a whisper wafting into his ears soft and fragile as if you were scared he wouldn’t say it back — he’d say it everyday for a thousand years if he had the blessing of living that long with you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pulsing with need, as you smiled down at him sweetly.

“I love you more, Mrs. Wayne… I love you more…” He breathed hotly against your stomach, already leaning down and peppering sugarcoated kisses along your pelvis, so much closer to where you really needed him that the throbbing had become unbearably intense, wetness soaking your inner thighs and cream colored shorts. You felt your body shiver at the title once more.

You swallowed shakily as Bruce moved down, his daft fingers hooking into the band of your shorts and gently shoving them down to your knees as his longing lips reached the band of your lavender laced panties.

Your thighs tightened around his head as cool air hit your wet center, your body sensitive and pulsing heavy notes of desire straight into your pussy that made it hard to keep your head up and eyes open.

You just needed him, needed him and his expert mouth to bring you some sort of relief. Your toes were curled already, pussy clenching around nothing and spewing out clear juices that only damped your underwear further. You tangled your fingers into his hair heatedly, resisting the urge to shove his head down where you really wanted him.

Bruce swallowed hungrily, staring at your panty-clad pussy with dark eyes. He could smell your sweetness on his nose, the rain pattering on the windows still and the room still dark as sin but he could see his heaven clear as day, hypnotized by the patch of wetness in your panties, molded to the shape of your pussy lips and begging to be ripped apart.

His eyes flickered up to you, feeling your grabby fingers tangled in his hair as your thighs tensed back and forth around his neck.

Your head was barely held up, eyes hooded and sparkling with a form of lustful desperation as you stared down at him. Your chest bobbing up and down heavily and your skin radiant and smooth, the city lights from his window blurredly reflected in the fat of your cheeks. You already looked destroyed, like he had just fucked your brains out yet he really hadn’t done a thing.

“Bruce, come on…” You whined in a delicate plea when he made no movement further, hands barely pulling his hair but it was hard enough for his skin to prickle in pleasure, a hiss leaving his lips, just hard enough to get your message across.

He snickered at that, lips shiny and jaw chiseled, his face so sharp yet soft at the same time. His beauty greatly perplexed you for how could a mere mortal be so fucking handsome? He was though, he was strong and big and riddled with scars and imperfections yet the accumulation of all those little faults are what made him flawless.

Bruce himself felt the throbs of impatience nestled in his stomach, burrowed in his heart, buzzing at his fingertips, as he looked down at your pussy once more just inches from his mouth, both wet and watering for the other.

“Be patient, honey. I just wanna look at ‘cha first. You’re so pretty, dripping wet for me…” He had the audacity to murmur in that cocky voice of his, yet simultaneously genuine and stunned at the observation as his hands rubbed your thighs, being sure to heartily press into the tissue in that way he knew you liked.

You couldn’t help but pull his hair some more, bursting at the seams for some sort of pleasure you feared it would boil over and you’d explode. You felt frustration settle through your veins once more like molten lava, your skin tensing and thighs aching from their tight grip around his neck.

“Bruce, no more teasing, please? Just please…” You moaned and whined like a stubborn girl, voice thick with need and painful yearning that made his cock twitch in his pants. You almost sounded broken, voice fragmented with a certain torment only his mouth and fingers could appease.

He licked his lips, feeling desire swell in his lower tummy at the state of you — already so incapable of any thought but the memory of his cock inside you, the feeling of his fingers drilling into your tight hole as he spat and licked on your sensitive clit. It was all you could think about, all you could picture in your mind as your head laid back on the pillows and you scooted down the bed until your pussy was right in his face.

The blanket had long since been forgotten, bunched around his hips and aiding as a nice cushion for his abdomen hunched over the end of the bed.

Bruce felt himself chuckle huskily at your shameless neediness, his big hands stopping on your plush inner thighs as he settled down between your legs on the soft mattress, getting himself comfortable for you.

You breathed heavily, eyes closed as you laid back on the silken pillow with your face crumbled so cutely. He was such a tease even when he was meant to be sweet, even when he was insistent on being a good husband who doted on his wife whenever he could — you guessed growing up rich gave him that arrogant edge.

Your stomach was knotted so tight, your skin hot and shivering for some sort of touch as your fingers dug themselves into the roots of his damp, brown hair. You needed him so bad, but your pussy needed him worse.

You felt your thighs tickle as Bruce lightly traced the pads of his fingers down, down, down until he was at the crook of your inner thigh, his right hand digging into the flesh of your leg like he himself couldn’t hold back from you anymore.

Bruce didn’t bother voicing any teasing quips or dirty statements, knowing you were so out of it you wouldn’t listen to him anyway. Every fiber of your being was hooked on his touches, hyper aware of the spots his fingers trickled across, eager for some degree of pleasure that would make this painful waiting period worth it.

He swallowed down the salvia pooling in his throat, so hungry for a taste of you, starved almost. His index finger hooked into your panties and delicately pushed them out of the way until they were bunched in the crook of your thigh. His eyes were met with your soaking wet slit in all its glory.

White, creamy arousal stuck to your panties and dripped down your pulsing hole into the crack of your ass, sheer white beads of cum dribbled down your needy hole that would escape his tongue before he even got a proper taste of you yet.

The cool air made you whine behind closed lips, your voice high pitched and desperate now, your fingers tighter in his hair as your hips subtly bucked forward. The beautiful noises you were making made Bruce’s jaw clench.

You were glistening, shiny with arousal and the strings of impenitent want, evidence of your desire and love for him as he found himself inhaling the scent of you once more.

You smelt so good. He found himself groaning at the musky sweetness, his finger still hooked around the crotch of your panties as his other hand tightly gripped your thigh — you moaned softly at the pressure, sure that there would be the faint yellow bruises of his adoring fingerprints pressed into your skin tomorrow. A charming reminder of the evening when they blossomed.

You felt your core clench once more, thighs tensing up as wetness shone in his greedy irises.

Bruce was unable to wait any longer, his mouth salivating and his eyes blown black as he pressed his tongue into your wet hole and licked a bold stripe all the way up to your buzzing clit, the taste of your arousal pooled on his tongue and already dripping down the sharp corners of his mouth.

You couldn’t stop the loud moan from echoing in the room, euphoric sounding as sweet sparks went off all over your skin at the long awaited contact. Your fingers tightly anchored themselves in Bruce’s hair as his tongue went up and down your folds, gathering as much of your wetness in his mouth as he could.

His hands swiftly dug themselves into your hips to hold you down once you started writhing in his hold. His tongue forcefully circled your clit in sharp wet strokes, deep rumbled moans escaping his chest that vibrated the sensitivity of it and only made more wetness gush out of you and soak his chin.

You tasted so good, so fucking good; he wanted nothing more than to be drowned in your essence, choking on everything you gave him until his belly was full and even then he wouldn’t be satisfied, he’d never be satisfied. He was like a monster, chasing every little drop of cum that pebbled out of your clenching hole with a forked tongue, greedy and carnivorous like you were the only nectar he ever wanted to taste again.

His tongue lapped your pussy once more as you gasped, back arched and toes clenched as he thrusted his tongue into you over and over, wet and messily as your juices shimmered on his cheeks and lips.

No, he decided, the beast within him would never be tamed.

You bucked away from his mouth in a pathetic attempt to free yourself from the overwhelming pleasure, but Bruce held you down with his strong arms, staring up at you with furrowed brows of concentration as his lips molded over your puffy clit once more, swollen from need and his relentless licking.

He was nothing if not devoted, devoted to your elegance, to your holy figure and endless love as he lapped at you desperately, his tongue swirling your clit as the fabric of your panties tickled his nose. He couldn’t get enough, pushing deeper and harder until your wetness was messily smeared on his mouth and face, eating more and tasting more until his entire being was smothered with your cum inside and out.

“Bruce, o-oh my god!” You squealed wantonly, one hand now gripping the black sheets between tight fingers as your other hand remained in his hair, following the movements of his head as he went up and down, side to side until not an inch of you wasn’t covered in his salvia.

He breathed hotly against you, his eyes closed as he savored the feel of you in his mouth and trickling down his throat. He couldn’t think of anything else, couldn’t listen to reason as all he could focus on was you and your cum, tasting you, licking you, having you in every sense of the word. No one could tear him away from you, not now, not when he was so close to having you cum in his mouth and reaching his final purpose.

You were so close, you could feel it in your tummy. Your hole clenching around his tongue as he went back and forth from your clit and your soaked hole, wanting to pleasure you but simultaneously wanting to taste you for his own pleasure.

Your toes curled, stomach tightened, hands gripping the sheets as your mouth flew open in sporadic moans and gasps, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your thighs squeezed around Bruce so tight you’d fear he’d never surface from between your legs again.

He wouldn’t have a problem with that.

Bruce picked his head up only high enough to talk, lips dripping and almost incoherent as he mumbled deeply into the wet folds of your pussy like he couldn’t bear to part, “You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, Mrs. Wayne, make me proud, cum in my mouth.” As he voiced this his one hand crept down and slyly inserted themselves into the tight confine of your warmth, his index and middle fingers pushing inside you, so long and so big it made you cry out.

It was wet and warm, your juices slapping against his knuckles as he circled his fingers inside you, pushing on the spot he knew he was supposed to as his mouth eagerly returned to your clit. He looked up at you, eyes dark and heavy as he stared at your tits jiggling with every thrash of your hips, every arch of your back and every gasp out of your pretty, dampened lips.

He groaned into you at the sight, feeling his cock achingly hard in his pants as he sucked your clit into the warmth of his mouth and refused to let go, tongue prodding the area skillfully and harshly. He wasn’t going to stop this time, not until you were creaming around his fingers and leaking down his neck.

The air was so thick and stuffy that you couldn’t help but pant fervently, your body prickled with pleasure and overwhelming sensations that made it hard to focus on anything but his fingers inside you, long and lithe, slipping in and out as the sounds of your wetness clouded your ears and muffled your moans.

Bruce himself was lost in you, tongue and lips a glistening mess as they lapped and circled and sucked every part of your pussy exposed to him, it felt so good it stung — he was groaning into you softly, pleasure building in his tummy and rumbling through his mouth to your already so sensitive clit.

It was then, just a few short moments after his fingers wormed their way inside your tight walls, just a few short moments after he sucked your clit into his mouth did you feel your stomach relax, thighs squeeze around his head so hard he felt himself go dizzy.

“Ahh, O-oh my god, Bruce!” You moaned so blissfully, so sweetly, as your juices squirted onto his chin and his fingers squelched inside you.

Bruce moaned at the feeling, fingers gently sliding out of your clenching hole so his tongue could catch all the cum pouring out. You whimpered at the feeling of his mouth still on you, lapping at your hole like a dehydrated villager kneeling at a prosperous fountain, your skin pasty and so so hot.

He lapped at your pussy a few more times, up and down, ensuring he got his fill for the evening as faint tremors wracked your body in the aftershocks of his giving nature. You were flat on the bed now, belly sore from the tightness it held for so long, legs limp and body spent as you panted gently, heart throbbing in your ears.

You managed to lazily caress his sweaty hair though as Bruce surfaced from between your legs, face glistening and lips sore and pink. He looked manic, hair pulled and tangled and messily scattered on his face yet he seemed to be glowing at the same time, like he had never felt so alive and it made you want to giggle.

He sniffled, looking up at you with an impish grin, the taste of you lingering in his mouth and staining his nose. His hands fondly massaged your shaking thighs, noting your wrecked appearance and tired eyes, your sweaty skin flushed and warm.

He couldn’t help it as he glanced down at the mess he made, your slippery wet folds and the large patch of wetness staining his sheets.

“Mrs. Wayne, pardon my brashness of course,” He said almost sarcastically, breathless and rugged, an amused smile quirked on his lips as he leaned forward and embraced your hand with his, “but you taste utterly divine.”

⋆˚࿔ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ @little-miss-chaoss — I hope it’s okay I tagged you, you said you wanted to be tagged in everything 😭🙌🏻

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Bruce Wayne

By @zoraedits

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Lol Danny as Phantom trying to summon Jazz as a prank and accidentally summons one of the bats instead. Danny and the bat in question just stare at eachother for a second, eyes flicking between the other person and the obvious Lazarus green summoning circle.

The bat asks a question but before they can even finish Danny yells, "wrONG NUMBER" and breaks the summoning circle thus sending the bat back to wherever they were at the point of summoning.

Danny assumes he must have gotten something wrong and tries again and this time succeeds in summoning Jazz who is very disgruntled at his prank.

This goes on with Danny accidentally summoning various bats by accident and batcow one time while trying to summon cujo. It isn't until Nightwing gets sent back again that he mentions what was happening to him every so often to the others that they all realize they had been summoned multiple times. Batman is freaking out because all his kids??? Got summoned through some kinda magic circle??? And no one told him what was going on???

Bruce also wondered why he wasn't summoned but all the other bats were. The kid who kept summoning them didn't seem like a threat but it was all to suspicious and unnerving.

Danny was getting annoyed. Who were these people and why did they appear everytime he tried to use a spell thats supposed to summon siblings? Is he adopted or something? Mom and Dad never had the greatest relationship with him and his sister but this is something they would tell him, right?

Right?

Bonus: One time he uses the circle while he's in danger to summon his mom so she can beat up Vlad who's gone completely off the rails. He makes sure he's in his living form and looks all weak and small as possible.

This turned out to be a mistake as either Catwoman or Talia Al Ghul appears(writers choice). Danny is confused but mis bio mom recognized him immediately and Vlad gets obliterated. Depending on the choice Vlad is either Souped or Killed and Danny gets kidnapped regardless.

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