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thebigbadbatswife · 1 year

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Dance With Me

Pairing - Selina Kyle x F!Vigilante!Reader

Summary - Dragged to a nightclub by your friends, you find yourself at the bar drinking to try and forget someone you can’t have. There you meet Selina Kyle who promises to help you do just that.

Warnings - 18+ Content, Shameless Smut, Hook-Up, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Bisexual!Reader, Dirty Dancing, Bathroom Sex

Word Count - 2.8k

The music in the club was loud, vibrating throughout your entire body and making it almost impossible for you to think. You hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, at least not as a civilian, but your friends had more or less dragged you out of the door. They meant well. They always did. They had wanted you to get out there and finally meet someone, telling you that you had been single for long enough. What they didn’t know was that you had already met someone and that the only thing stopping you from being with her was the damn law.

Throughout the night several men and a couple of women had approached you and offered to buy you a drink, but you had turned all of them down. They had all been attractive and if it wasn’ for the turmoil you were in you would have certainly been open to taking one of them home. Instead, all you could think of was how soft Catwoman’s lips were, how her muscular body had felt pressing into yours as her fingers had made you feel so good. It had been weeks since you had last crossed paths with her and your body yearned for her touch.

Your friends had left you at the bar. They had wanted to go dancing with the guys that they had met. You couldn’t care less, all of your focus was on drinking, hoping that the alcohol would drown out all of your thoughts of her. Not that it was helping. All you wanted was to leave the club, grab your suit and go out on patrol, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins you knew that wasn’t a good idea. It would be a very good way to get either seriously injured or killed. So you were better off staying here, drinking and hoping that you would somehow find a way to move on.

You brought your glass to your lips, frowning when you found that it was empty. You were about to call the bartender over for another drink when she placed a glass in front of you and gestured to a woman at the end of the bar. She had long, wavy black hair and wore a black low cut top with a matching mini skirt and heels. She saw you looking and winked, a smirk playing on her red painted lips.

“Return to sender, like the other ones?” the bartender asked you.

You shook your head. “No. I’ll accept this one,” you replied, reaching for the glass. If you wanted to move on, you needed to put some effort into doing so and you decided that this would be your first step. Finally accepting a drink from someone who wanted to buy you one. It was the same drink that you had been drinking all night; she must have been watching you for a while. The bartender nodded and left you to attend to other customers.

As you sipped on the drink, savouring the taste and deciding to slow down your intake as you didn’t want to be stumbling home, you felt someone come up to the bar next to you. You didn’t have to turn your head to know that it was the woman who had brought you the drink.

“Now, the only reason I can think that a beautiful woman like you is drinking as much as you are is because someone’s broken your heart,” she said.

You let out a bitter laugh. “I imagine that a broken heart would be a lot easier to get over.”

“So it’s someone that you can’t have.”

You nodded. “Our lives are far too different for it to ever work out.”

You didn’t know why you were so freely spilling your love life to a complete stranger. It was likely the alcohol, but you felt like you could say anything without fear of any judgement… Okay, it was definitely the alcohol.

“I went through something like that a few years ago. It sucks when you know it’ll never work out no matter how much you might want it to.”

You almost couldn’t believe what she was saying. How could a woman as stunning as her not be able to have the person she wanted? Before you could say anything, she set her empty glass down onto the bar surface and spoke again.

“Fortunately for you that means I know exactly how to help you get over them. Come on.” She pushed away from the bar and began to move toward the dance floor.

You didn’t understand it. She didn’t even know you. Hell you had no idea what her name was. Why was she so interested in helping you try and forget the one person who had plagued your thoughts for months on end? The best way to find out was to follow her. So you set the glass down and did exactly that. As soon as you were close enough, she grabbed hold of you and pulled you with her.

“I don’t get it,” you shouted over the music.

“Don’t get what?”

“Why are you so interested in helping me? I don’t even know your name!”

She laughed loudly. “I’m Selina and I hate seeing gorgeous women sad.”

First beautiful, now gorgeous. You could feel your cheeks heating up. You weren’t used to people complimenting you, let alone from a woman that was so beautiful you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she Aphrodite.

“And you are?”

You gave her your name and she repeated it. You really liked the way it sounded on her tongue. “Dance with me,” she encouraged you.

Selina was captivating as she danced, her hips swaying in time to the beat. You wanted to dance with her, to feel her body against yours, but you hesitated. You weren’t big on dancing because you didn’t think that you were very good at it. At the same time you didn’t want to back out now. So, you did your best to dance with her and move in time with the beat. She giggled and shook her head.

“You’re thinking too much, gorgeous.” Her hands settled on your hips and she got you to move with her. “Ignore everyone else, let go and have some fun.”

With the mixture of the alcohol in her veins and her encouragement, you did manage to let go.

“That’s it,” she purred.

Selina moved her body closer to yours, practically grinding against you. Your confidence was certainly starting to grow by the minute as your hands settled onto her waist. Your bodies were so close together you could feel the heat coming off of hers.

In the low light of the club you could see the sweat beading on her skin and feel her hot breath fanning across your skin. Her lips suddenly brushed against your neck, making your breathing hith and your body tense. She pulled away, giving you some space, in case that she had accidentally made you uncomfortable or you weren’t ready for anything more than some racey dancing.

The last thing that you wanted was space.

She had wanted to help get over the woman tormenting your thoughts and it definitely seemed to be working.

You pulled her even closer to you and pressed your lips against her, hoping that you had read her intentions correctly. She kissed you back eagerly, sending excitement and heat rushing through you. You continued dancing with each other, sharing kisses here and there. Each kiss was making you want more and more.

A gasp left your lips when you felt one of her hands pressed up against your cunt, feeling you through your jeans. It was dark enough and your bodies were so close together that you doubted that anyone could see what she was doing. Still, a thrill ran up your spine at the thought of someone potentially spotting the two of you.

Mischief glinted in Selina’s eyes and an unspoken question hung in the area. You nodded, answering it.

Before you knew it, she was dragging you off of the dance floor. She led you through the club and pulled you into the nearest bathroom, where she pushed you up against the wall. The tiles were cold, sending goosebumps across your skin and making your nipples hard.

Running your hands through her hair, you kissed her hungrily. As your tongues explored each other’s mouths, she continued to rub you through your jeans. Your hips bucked, your body eager to finally have someone other than yourself finally touching you. She chuckled, her eyes shining with amusement.

“Eager, aren’t we,” she stated, applying more pressure to make you gasp. “How long has it been since somebody last touched you, baby?”

“Few weeks,” you replied, somehow keeping your voice steady.

She didn’t say anything, just hummed in response as her head ducked down and started to kiss your neck. As her lips attacked your neck, her hand slid between your bodies and popped open the button on your jeans. Her hand slipped into your underwear. Your body jolted slightly as her fingers easily slid through your lower lips. She smirked against your skin at the knowledge of how wet you were already. The way she had grinded against your body had really worked you up.

“My, you’re absolutely dripping. I’d better take care of you then, hmm?” Her voice was like honey, sickeningly sweet and impossible to resist.

“What if someone walks in?” you asked, eyeing the door over her shoulder. You didn’t fancy getting arrested for public indecency.

She agreed with you as she removed her hand from your underwear. Grabbing hold of your wrist, she pulled you into the end cubicle and locked the door. It was rather cramped with the two of you in the cubicle, but that just meant that her body had to stay pressed up against yours; which you didn’t mind at all.

Her hand quickly returned to its place inside of your panties. Two of her fingers parted your lower lips once again and slid upwards to your clit. You moaned softly as she started to rub it. Her other hand was preoccupied with fondling your breast through your shirt while her lips returned to kissing your neck. You ran your fingers through her hair again while your free hand slid down her back, to her ass, which you squeezed earning you a gasp from her.

Selina’s fingers moved away from your clit, making you whine at the loss of pressure. You didn’t mourn for long as her fingers pushed inside of you. She easily located your g-spot, making your head rest back against the bathroom tiles as you took a shuddering breath.

“Fuck!” you gasped. Your walls squeezed her fingers as she massaged that sweet spot deep inside of you, stimulating every nerve in your body, making your back arch. Even though the music of the club, which you could still feel thrumming through the walls, would likely drown out your moans, you still fought to keep them quiet. You really didn’t want to risk it.

Though the alcohol and her fingers were turning your brain to complete mush, you didn’t want to be selfish. You hated selfish lovers and that was the last thing you wanted to be. You wanted Selina to feel as good as she was making you feel. The position and lack of space made it awkward, but you did your best. You moved your hand from her ass and to the front where you lifted her mini skirt. She shifted her position and stopped toying with your nipples to help you. With her skirt out of the way, your fingers trailed up her smooth, muscular thigh, before finally reaching her thong. It was your turn to smirk as you found it absolutely soaked.

Hooking your fingers underneath her thong, you moved it to the side and out of your way. Covering your digits in her slick, you glided them through her lower lips to her clit, rubbing tight circles against the engorged nub. Her breathing stuttered and the grip she had on your hips tightened. A moan breached her lips as you experimented with pressures and speeds, figuring out what she liked the most.

Keeping quiet was becoming almost impossible so you began to kiss again.

With your bodies pressed together and your tongues in each other’s mouths, swallowing down your moans, every breath was becoming harder. You didn’t care for oxygen right now. Not when your body was feeling so hot as she brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Eventually your need to breathe won out and you were forced to break the kiss. Untangling your fingers from her hair, you used your hand to cover your mouth, muffling a moan that would have given you away had anyone been in the bathroom.

Your orgasm came suddenly, taking you by surprise as your body shook and writhed against her. Selina came soon after you, burying her face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder in an attempt to silence her own satisfied sounds.

You collapsed against the wall and she collapsed against you. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You were sure that you looked a mess, covered in lipstick with sweat making your skin shiny. Once you were both able to stand without any support she moved away from you and focused on fixing her skirt. Selina didn’t look much better than you imagined yourself to look. Her skin was flushed, her hair messy and she barely had any lipstick legs on her lips. What lipstick she did still have on was smeared around her lips rather than on them. She was still one of the most stunning women you had laid eyes on.

You were about to say something when she examined her fingers, that you now realised were still glistening with your release. Keeping hold of your gaze, she lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. Damn, just when you thought she couldn’t get any hotter than she already was.

“Delicious,” she purred. She leaned in once more to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “You’d better cleaned up,” she told you as she unlocked the cubicle door and left. “Can’t go out there looking like that!” Her tone was lighthearted and playful, making you smile. It wasn’t long before you heard the tap running.

You looked at your own fingers that were still covered with her slick. You raised them to your mouth and licked them. The taste was salty and tangy and you suddenly wished that she had dragged you to a hotel instead of the bathroom.

After your jeans were finally done back up , you exited the cubicle yourself. As expected, Selina was at the sink, still in the process of making herself decent again. She looked at you in the mirror and winked. That was when you finally saw yourself. Your mouth, neck and even your top had red lipstick smeared everywhere.

“Damn, I’m a mess,” you chuckled as you approached the sinks. You pulled some paper towels out of the nearby dispenser and wet them so you could start wiping the lipstick off.

“Come here,” she suddenly said, taking the wet paper towels from your hand and wiped at the spot you had missed on your jaw.

“Do you help all of your hookups clean up?” you asked.

“Only the ones I wouldn’t mind seeing again,” she replied.

“We’re going to be seeing each other again?” You wouldn’t lie. You really liked the idea of seeing her again.

“Definitely.” She pulled away and checked you over. “There, all done.”

As she discarded the paper towels, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your face and neck were now all clean of any lipstick. The same, however, couldn’t be said for your top, which still had lipstick on it. You weren’t bothered by it. You were sure it would come out in the wash.

“You should really put a passcode on your phone.”

You spun around as your hand flew to the pocket of your jeans that you usually kept your phone. “When did you—?”

“While I was cleaning the lipstick from your jaw,” she interrupted you as she handed your phone back. “I was adding my number,” she explained. Before you could reply, she kissed your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for that call.” And, once again, before you could reply, she was gone.

You turned your phone on and the screen opened up onto your new contact. You smiled at the note she had left on the contact telling you not to leave her waiting.

Maybe moving on wasn’t as difficult as you had previously thought.

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 2 months

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PoisonCat (Valentine’s Day Exchange)

Pamela (Poison Ivy) Isley x Selina (Catwoman) Kyle

(1,055 words)

Summary: Ivy discovers she really likes to be called “Doctor”

Warnings/Tags: 18+ (not quite smut, but it gets reallll suggestive), botched heist, patching up wounds, friends with benefits (they are definitely gay LMAO), light medical play, discovering a new kink, make outs, getting real sensual with it

Notes: Surprise @acapelladitty!!! I was ur gifter for the exchange!!! I’ve never written for Poisoncat before, but after doing a bunch of research for them, I now love them (I mean, I already did before but you get it LMAO). I wanted to let you know that you are a huge inspo to me and I’ve really enjoyed all the times we’ve cooked up some wild shit 😭😭 Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

It wasn’t often that a heist went awry for Selina, but this time was sure to take the cake. Triggered security systems and broken glass were the least of her problems, now having to face the consequences of working with Edward Nygma. Mentally, Selina beat herself up for knowing better than to work with a conniving snake like him, but that didn’t matter now. The loud blaring of sirens could be heard in the distance as she lept from rooftop to rooftop with ease. Continuing to escape deeper into the night, Selina knew exactly where to run to.

Far enough away from the scene of the crime, Selina found herself perched on top of the overgrown warehouse. Thick branches and moss covered the outside, making the building look abandoned. Nobody would even think that a place such as this would be an ideal hideout, but for Selina, it was a refuge. A sanctuary. The home of an old friend.

Climbing through the window, Selina’s entrance was almost anticipated as Ivy watched her come in expectantly.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Ivy grinned.

“Nice to see you too, Pam.” Selina leaned against the wall, out of breath. “How did you…?”

“Word gets around fast,” Ivy shrugged. “Plus, all the cop cars woke me up.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, I was up anyway.” Ivy made her way over to Selina. Pulling up her mask, Ivy inspected the small cuts and bits of glass occupying Selina’s face and body. Her face was streaked with blood and sweat. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? You look like hell.”

“Yeah,” Selina snickered. “I just got back.”

———

Selina was seated on top of the table. Her tight, black suit was cast aside, leaving her in an undershirt, her underwear, and several small bandages. Around her was a bowl of discarded glass and a small trash can of bloodied gauze.

Ivy made her way in between Selina’s legs, standing in front of her. She applied the disinfectant carefully. Selina winced at the sudden sting, but Ivy took a gentle hand in the application. The gaze in Ivy’s eyes was soft. It was easy for Selina to get lost in them.

“You’re staring again.” Ivy spoke up faintly.

“Am I? Purred Selina. “You’re so close to me, must be your pheromones.” She giggled. “Or blood loss.”

Ivy chuckled playfully. “First of all, my little flower,” she pushed a bit of Selina’s short hair off her face. “You haven’t lost nearly enough blood for delirium.” Ivy set down the disinfect. Her arms soothed their way up to Selina’s shoulders. “As for the pheromones?” Ivy’s hands cradled the area between Selina’s jaw and neck. “They only amplify what’s already there.”

Selina glanced down and back up again, soft laughter escaping her lips. “Whatever you say, Dr. Isley.”

There was a pause from Ivy. It was as if a switch went off. Cocking her head in consideration, she asked Selina to repeat what she had said.

“Whatever you say… Dr. Isley.” Selina repeated.

Ivy’s green complexion flushed. Selina’s forwardness was always welcome in their interactions. Having Selina in her current position would more often than not signal that they were going to have sex on a night like this. It seemed to be going that way thus far. It was the use of Ivy’s professional title being used in such a flirtatious manner that stopped her dead in her tracks. It fired her up, far more than usual, and Selina could see it from a mile away.

“Y’know…” Selina swiftly wrapped a leg around Ivy’s body, pulling her in closer. “I still feel a little hurt from the glass, I think I might need a more thorough examination, what do you think… Doctor?”

Their faces are just inches apart. Ivy scans Selina’s face. Selina’s dark, pleading eyes sparkled with mischief. Ivy always enjoyed the little dynamic they had. Usually she would be the one to initiate anything. A few whispers of filthy nothings, controlling some stray vines to gently twist around her thighs, and a kiss to the neck and Selina would be a goner. However, tonight was not one of those nights. Selina was pushing Ivy’s buttons and they both fucking loved it.

“Well, I may not be a doctor in a medical sense,” Ivy cleared the table, getting up behind her. “But in my professional opinion,” she continued as her hands reached Selina’s sides, pulling the cat burglar closer to her. Ivy’s hands wandered up to trail over Selina’s breasts. Ivy could hear Selina’s breath hitch, and decided to push forward. “Maybe if you’re in that much pain…” Ivy whispers as Selina can feel her breath tickle her ear. “… I think some bed rest is in order.”

Selina turns her head around and presses her lips to Ivy’s. What first started as small pecks soon evolved into a tender kiss. Ivy could feel Selina snake a hand through her red curls; her nails gently scratching her scalp. Ivy let out a soft sigh as Selina pulled away for a moment. She fully moved herself around to face Ivy completely, before straddling her thigh and returning the the kiss. Selina let out a low moan as Ivy playfully bucked her up her thigh. With a coquettish chuckle, Ivy’s hands trailed down to Selina’s ass before gently nipping at her bottom lip.

“Fucking tease,” Selina grinned. “Who knew that the illustrious Dr. Isley could be so salacious?”

Ivy hummed before quickly hoisting Selina off her thigh and off the table. “Then I’d suggest we take this appointment to the bedroom,” Ivy wraps an arm around Selina’s shoulder. “I do have a reputation to uphold you know.”

“Oh please do,” Selina’s hungry gaze caught Ivy’s as they made their way into the bedroom. “I would so love to see that reputation in action.”

Ivy lowered Selina onto the bed, hands caressing her thighs as she sunk down, kneeling in between her legs. Selina shuddered at the sudden sensation of Ivy’s nails gently dragging across her thighs. It was one of her weak spots that Ivy loved to exploit.

Ivy batted her eyes puckishly up at the mewling Selina. “Don’t worry my dear,” Ivy placed a kiss on Selina’s inner thigh. “I know just the thing to make you feel all better.”

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dilfwaynes · 2 years

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NEW GOTHAM | S.K

summary: the vampires successfully burned the world and rebuilding the edges in their hierarchy, gotham included — but selina’s thing for strays remains, just more enhanced.

⚢ pairings; dark!vampire!selina x fem!reader.

✗ warnings; dom!selina x sub!reader, noncon/dubcon, degradation, virgin!reader, choking, fingering, slight praise, selina claiming u as her little slave. NOT PROOFREAD/EDITED.

✎ word count; 2.2k.

gotham coalesced to a mass of utter disaster by the vampires, any ritzy of the city gone and longed with languid, and there was not one thing you could do about it, batman’s dead and so was the rest of your family; but nightwing emblazoned quite well his act of innocence with zero suspicion gained from you all on his below the surface.

you somehow survived, or richard allowed your breathing, far from delighted at his generous grace of kingship — you presume it’s his twisted way of making you suffer, knowing he was the grim reaper of your siblings and bruce, fooled them and betrayed them far worse than any enemy, and there’s nothing you can do about it, or at least knowing selina’s short lease keeps you tight far enough.

abrasive you suppose, but selina onuses herself for you when she’s farthest from being required to do so, and you hope your gratitude for selina beams brightly, maybe her reasoning for clothing, feeding you, guarding you from the despair of gotham and whatever else was some profoundly sense of duty of debt to bruce; you truly don’t know why selina took you in but you’re thankful regardless. you’re jaunty of selina, and in ways you know she retracts the same from the fact of her allowance of you sneaking in her room every night to seep comfort.

any buoyant of such is bleary tonight though, her reaction nulled to hearing your presence entering the living room, the large area purging somber and murk more than usual, and from the raised peaks of your top, colder too. the ambience blatantly indignant, perched perfectly cat-like on the stem in the nook under the window overlooking, her face scowled in anger.

“where’s harley?” you ask quietly and padding towards the nearby wooden table next to selina, genuinely curious, as well as wanting to spark a conversation, maybe also seeking some attention from her.

her gaze intakes yours with her attention focusing on you now, features algid and spleen, and for a second you think her brise fire is aimed at you, the mere thought almost has you bawling hot tears with a deep pout. her features softens from your flash of expression, her brows creasing a frown, albeit towards an approach.

“she left us, a stupid dream of escape out of gotham.” selina rolls her eyes and turns back to the darken green outside the glass, the angst of her mien side forge; induce flawed compared to her other acts of facades that it almost infuriated with the weak ink ticking at her nerves to put better effort, until she reminds herself you’re the naïve ever trusting human of hers, probably the only bat that ever trusted her. the thought of her being asinine about harley’s self demise is funny enough to take strength for selina not to laugh, with harley out of the picture you’re in the free ground of her complete taking. sparing a side glance to your reaction, deferring a hiss from the glimpse of excitement and hope in your eyes.

a burning rage engages in her chest, her gums throbbing in an effort of withholding her fangs, seemingly it goes unnoticed by you, probably endeavoring cloud your senses and surroundings with all sorts of rebellion and hopes to reunite with what remains of the justice league; she couldn’t —wouldn’t— allow you to have any dreams or chance for any of those thoughts and ideas swimming in your head. she’ll break you down and crush any batman form of sense and value in you, hallow you out to be perfect as minutes before, or even better than before.

“why didn’t you tell me? why didn’t she take me with her?” you ramble out frantically, vexation snapping your tone, why wouldn’t selina tell you harley found a way out of gotham? she’s privy to everything you could accomplish if your foot touches outside of the city. pinning on your heel impatiently for a reasoning, facing her and becoming taken aback at selina’s anger pointed at you, her jaw strained and lips stretched in a snarl. you swallow some and shake your head, in another state of mind you would probably be crying from selina staring at you with her expression but with any chance of being able to leave gotham has your full heed.” if i leave now i can maybe catch up to her.”

“no!” you stumble back in haggard afeard steps, selina’s hand gearing your head towards her now exposed fangs wide in a hissing, her eyes bright with scarlet instead of green, torrid acid strips your throat to your stomach; that quite literally feels like it dropped to the stone floor with your heart rapidly beating to the point for a good solid second you think it’s actually out of your chest with the intense drubbing. shock startles under all the nerves connected within, fear and a jolt of seething betrayal following suit. selina’s features still clinched with her fangs retracing barely some, her grip remaining sturdy.”greedy little brat, i clothe you; i feed you and you wanna leave me?”

“get the fuck off me!” you scream as your thrusts of your arms glosses-over, your attempt evidently occurred to her already at her lack of faze other than brief annoyance.”i fucking hate you, you’re one of them, a filthy leech.”

flaming skin presses against yours, strangling a choked high pitched whine with your head coming into contact towards the desk, selina fully towering over you with your back spread across the hard oak; the sharp of her slight abjured fangs now gleaning in full effort of their beauty. throwing your head to the side, screwing your eyes closed to escape your view, selina being a vampire slamming a jack hammer into the same wound of the realization of dick’s true self, maybe even more with your newly blossomed feelings since she’d taken you in.

her lips gliding back into a growl,”you’re mine honey, my darling human slave,” you keep your eye sight closed, wishing to close off her words as well, especially with the unwanted aroused pulling at your stomach. her nostrils twitch some before inhaling deeply, a smirk calming down the storm on her face”does my little bat likes being addressed as my slave?.”

you draw out a whine that quickly results into a hitch, selina’s nails engraving into your flesh as you feel a butterfly’s jitter against your senses, her lips barely brushing yours has you letting out a meekly moan unconsciously.

“i can smell you little bat, begging to be devoured extra tonight,” you opted still with silence, ignoring her words and the waving flood of embarrassment of unknown, your mind flashing of each time you were titillate by her throughout the months.”i’ll fuck you tonight, finally make you a woman, something bruce never had the chance to do..” you squeezed your already closed eyes, your legs following along as far as they can with selina being slot between them, her words painfully having an effect as she takes another deep inhale.

“open your eyes,” her demand that quickly gets dismissed from your lack of operating and sealing your eyes shut, bursting a gasp when selina’s hand coaxing one out of you, grasping your throat to it feels like your windpipe is crushing on itself, with you clawing at her hands serving no justice.”open your eyes sweetheart.”

unable to breathe you fly open your eyes and mewt her darken green ones, her lips craving into a smirk again, grip lighting but leaving her hand in place without the strength.” you look so darling like this,” she coo’s gently, composure smooth without any wrinkles from past seconds of behavior before, her fingers nimbly jutting downwards to the exposed opening of your sundress, ghosting along the lace lining of your panties. pulling and letting them snap back to your hips with a sting, exhaling a breathy whine out of you, enduring any sense stored in you from whatever twisted arousal you’re feeling.”stop.” you faintly whisper that goes undermined.

“if only bruce could see you now, sprawled out so pretty for me,” her words weighting down your guilt evermore, the heat from the confusing swirl of anger and lust directed at selina, she seems perfectly occupied with other matters with her hand gripping inch and inch your thigh under your dress, this time roughly pulling down your panties that you’re sure you heard a ripple, until you’re confirmed so when shreds of the material comes in your eyesight.”all mine.” she purrs happily in a possessively manner, nuzzling her nose up and down across the base of your throat.

her thumb pressing down on your clit while ravishing in your meek response of delight or complaint, you, yourself couldn’t separate the borderlines, she assumes it’s the first with your pitched whine when her lips attach in the dip of your shoulder blade and neck and kissing along, suddenly sinking her fingers inside you and earning a high breathy moan out of you with a jarring of your back going upwards, feeling her lips stretching into a smirk against your skin. open palm brushing your nerves as she set a steady trusting, clear that she’s not merciful in the path with her rhythm harsh and no warm-up, tears burning the back of your eyelids from the rush ample stretch of selina’s digits, the pain twisting itself in pleasure.

the pain subsiding some and the pleasure of selina rolling her fingers inside you taking over, biting your lip to contain any noise and give selina the satisfaction of letting her know she’s fucking you good, her fingers edging to the tip of your g-spot as she splits you open so good, her lips skimming your neck delicately that it reminds you of your selina, almost, blaring a gasp with sudden fangs barring into your skin; crying out in a blend of an intense added pleasure from selina’s fire sunk in, a weird feeling sense of burning euphoria, selina continuing to pump inside you roughly.

your legs shaking and only feeling selina to the point of being blind to anything else but her, your eyes beginning to roll to the back of your head and becoming faint with the blood selina is withdrawing out of your system, pulsating every jagged trust of selina’s. a white-hot flash comprehending your sense of awareness entirely, a strange coil-ready feeling emerging at the bottom of your stomach, selina tugging your clit forcibly gives you enough of a push towards your climbmax and has you crying out and seeing dotted jetted stars.

she softens her pace to help ride out your orgasm and releasing her fangs from your neck. “i wonder if you taste as good in other areas,” she questions teasingly and pulling out her fingers, staring at you while putting her fingers in her mouth, stopping midway abruptly,”but i do prefer to taste from the source.”

#selina kyle imagines #selina kyle x reader #selina kyle smut #catwoman imagines #catwoman smut #catwoman x reader #wlw imagines #wlw smut #wlw headcanons #selina kyle #catwoman #dc vs vampires

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embrassemoi · 2 years

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just like think about selina going down on you. slow, wet and sticky, licking you like a kitten. and praising you with sweet sweet words with that demanding voice of hers. she can ruin me

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘

➳❥ top!selina kyle x bottom!fem!reader

cw: notsfw, explicit shameless smut, top/bottom dynamics, oral, vaginal fingering, pwp, nipple play, praise kink, 2k

notes: this is my first time writing a fic in second person, so I hope you guys don’t mind the change ^^ hope you enjoy!

She had been at this for a while now.

All teasing, positively sadistic in her slow torment, Selina’s feather-light touch ghosted across the outline of your trembling body, trailed the sides in meaningless shapes and patterns. Her sharp nails raked over anticipatingly, settling at the base of your hips and squeezing at the soft skin, feeling it rise and prickle with goosebumps. The gentle caress compared to the biting contrast of the light scratch marks left from her nails made you choke down a guttural whine at the stinging feeling.

Your legs were forced wide, spread on your shared bed as Selina’s hand slid downwards and palmed gently against the curve of your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties – just barely brushing over your clit. You gasped, body tensing, then relaxing at the contact until she pulled away, thumb returning to trace indolent yet harsh circles into your inner thigh – dangerously close.

Selina dragged the tip of her tongue against the front of her teeth, smirking to herself as she watched you attempt to grind against her hand, frantic to placate that persistent throb of her clit and the insatiable yearning to feel full – stretched and come undone. But your efforts proved useless, letting out an exasperated moan once hearing Selina’s soft chuckle.

Your anguish only delighted her, eyes flickering up pointedly.

“Please,” you murmured, cracking out a plea between harsh breaths. “Selina – touch me please.”

“But you look so pretty like this,” she mused, mirth lacing her voice.

Selina hovered over her, nearly straddling her as she pushed herself up, grasping your face and forcing you to look her straight on.

Your foreheads pressed together and Selina’s tongue flicked out, licking at your parted lips and moaning sweetly, “My pretty girl –“

Eagerly kissing her, you let Selina’s tongue slide over your own, relishing the warmth of her mouth and losing yourself completely when Selina mumbled, breath turning increasingly laboured with low groans of satisfaction. Her teeth scraped across your bottom lip, biting, tugging and letting it snap back.

You partially whined in frustration, attempting to buckle up to her – give each other pleasure, but Selina broke the kiss, propping herself using her elbow while letting the rest of her weight pinned your body down to get you to stop moving.

“Selina, come on, I need you,” you whined, now grasping at her chest and shoulders. You were beyond impatient, too gone from the relentless teasing that rendered you too desperate to care about shamelessly begging and giving into exactly what she wanted.

“You’re so impatient, baby,” said Selina as her fingers tracing your mouth.

A dark thrill ran through you, feeling Selina’s head dip, giving the contour of your neck a long drag of her tongue; slow, wet, hot – shuddering at the sensation before feeling her drag and kiss down to her collarbone and chest.

“Tell me exactly what you need,” she whispered, voice almost breaking from how soft it was. Her fingers reached to pinch at her nipple, rolling her palm over the hardened nub at an agonizingly slow pace. “Come on baby,” she urged, “tell me… let me make you feel so good. Let me taste you.”

A sharp moan tumbled from your mouth, hands gripping the bedsheets in a weak mewl and legs instinctively speaking farther – shaking as the pressure built between her, but never to reach the point of being enough.

Her mouth opened, hand soothing over the curve of your breast and smirking as she glided her tongue over your nipple, teeth just grazing it – twisting it between her mouth and loving the way you quivered, squirming from her touch.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” Selina purred, sighing once returning to palm over your pussy and feeling you still clothed. “Let me make you come, baby – give you what you need.”

Everything felt like a mess – throbbing, pounding – screaming, hoping to chase even the slightest pressure to alleviate that building tension –

Fuck, it was both too much and not enough.

“Yes,” you plead, trying to sound as firm as possible through breathless pants,“– fuck me, let me come please please please –”

It came out as a sob, a pathetic one that Selina always managed to coax out.

Her touch left you for a second – mind whirling, trying to process Selina’s fingers hooking under your panties, pulling them down and doesn’t spare a moment as the tip of her fingers, two nails shortened compared to the rest of her stiletto shaped nails, reached your slit, dropping and sliding it through your slick, hot cunt.

“Shit,” she breathed, eyes flickering up to you as she stroked you. “Is this all for me?” A knowing smirk. “But I hardly touched you.”

Dazed, not thinking straight, you let out a strangled hum of confirmation as her fingers inched up, collecting the wetness and finally touching your clit, pressing and rubbing down.

You felt like the bones in your jaw could have shattered from how hard you clenched it before dropping it open. An aching burn seared through your muscles as the pad of her finger moved in slow, yet tight circles – making obscene sounds as she gave your body what it had been neglected of.

“So perfect,” Selina said, “So good for me.”

Feeling weight shift, she dipped lower, moving to settle herself between your legs as her hot breath fanned against your thighs and pussy.

Allowing you to see for a moment, Selina leaned forward, one hand pushing to spread her wider apart as her jaw opened, tongue poking out and pressing flat against your swollen folds and sliding up – nose bumping across until meeting your throbbing clit – swirling over it in kitten licks.

The heat was overwhelming, making your body crumple as a ragged cry of blinding relief flooded you. In sloppy haste, you grabbed the underside of your pillow, folding it and pressing it against the side of your face as desperate mewls escaped you.

“Like that pretty girl?” Selina moaned, the vibrations sending shocks through you while your heart slammed against your sternum. The tone of her voice was infuriatingly casual.

Selina’s hand slid beneath your thigh, holding them still – drawing her tongue away from the sensitive point of your clit to circle around it temptingly. You almost broke into a real sob, unable to take any more of her teasing. You needly jerked your hips up to her mouth before a finger dragged over your folds again, this time deeper. Gathering the wetness, the tip of Selina’s finger edged you open slowly, then sinking in and out, in and out again and again and again –

The stretch relaxed the fraught part of you and there was little resistance as Selina continued to ease her finger until completely sheathed.

Breaking away momentarily, Selina pulled back, watching her finger sink into your pussy with smooth, repetitive motions that sent sparks of ecstasy down your spine at the apex of each thrust. Her other hand kneaded gently at the soft flesh of your hips, seeing stringy remnants of her spit snap and break from your clit, dripping down the sides of your thighs.

You finally glanced up to see her staring at you, dark and devouring.

“Fuck me, huh? My baby’s got such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Selina,” you moaned pitifully, before feeling the pillow being pried from your grasp.

“None of that,” her voice demeaning, “let me hear you.”

Her head lowered, tongue fixating back onto your clit and sucked hard. But your moan was abruptly cut – feeling her adding another finger into your cunt and fucking you deeper, harder – her free arm snaking around to pin your hips and stomach to the bed. And you just about lose it. clawing at the sheets and Selina’s hand – going slack and breath catching in your throat mid gasp; becoming silent as every muscle in your body ran through, stimulated at once and everything tensed, stiffen in her firm hold.

“Look at me.”

“I’m… I’m– gonna come,” you whispered, voice frantic and rushed and breathless, everything inside you pulling tight and barreling towards an impending high. Mindlessly, you reached for Selina’s hand splayed on her stomach, grip turning to iron.

“Look at me,” Selina repeated. With heavy lids, your eyes snapped open. Everything became ten folds more intense – your piercing eye contact, your body shaking under Selina’s tight hold.

“Fuck, oh – I-I’m –”

A quiet mmhmm sound rumbled in gentle encouragement – Selina taking a second to suck harder on your clit while her fingers curled – ripping a sob out as your body suddenly erupted in hot ecstasy, shattering, coming undone into her mouth.

All you could process at that moment was Selina: her taste, her touch, her stare – just her. It was too much, beginning to feel your body shake with the shock of a climax still pulsing through you as she continued to suck. Your eyes wanted to snap shut but remained determined on Selina who cooed words of encouragement against you. “Such a good girl, you’re so pretty, all for me.”

Things return to you slowly, one by one: her tongue still fluttering against your pulsing clit, the angle of her fingers still pressing tight against that spot inside her. Selina’s hold on your body was tight, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them apart.

Your toes curled, body locking up while rasping her name, flexing every muscle in your body in response to Selina’s touch.

“You can give me another one, right? I’ll take care of you,” she whispered to you, fingers continuing to pump – waves of euphoria mixed with dull pain suddenly slamming through and tugging at your chest. “My baby takes me so well.”

You felt dizzy with sensation, shaky as her tongue dragged up your skin and brokenly moaned with debilitating bliss.

Your pussy spasmed uncontrollably around her fingers, hips buckling under her mouth and unrelenting tongue. Helpless, you cried out – it hurt, hurt so fucking good as your entire body jerked with erratic jolts, wiping your mind completely. Your back arched, spine lifting and coming back down onto the mattress and body overheated, overworked – a thin sheen of sweat breaking out across – boneless and squirming until Selina forcefully pressed you tight against it, whispering mocking praises under her breath as she slowly fucked you through it, hand never faltering to brush across your aching clit.

• • • •

It was easy to lose count.

Selina ruined you slowly, meticulously – leaving your muscles trembling, aching and taunt in her grasp as the aftershocks of your climaxes rippled through. She always did, without a word, without anything in return – descended down your body, spreading your legs until she was satisfied – without real aim, just licking at your pussy because she wanted to.

Selina withdrew her fingers, collecting a rather obscene amount of wetness from your slit – causing a shuddered and shocked moan to rip from your mouth at the sudden – nearly abrupt emptiness. Selina brought her fingers to her mouth, still holding your stare as she sucked them clean with a low moan.

“So sweet and heavenly.”

She pulled away, licking her lips as she crawled back up over you, positioning herself to hover and pressed lazy kisses, tasing yourself. For a few moments, you both laid in bed, naked and deliciously sore. You buzzed at the whispered praises Selina fed you, curling around her as her arm wrapped securely around you, coming down from your high.

A calming silence fell between them, filled with a familiarity like an old blanket draped across you both. It allowed you to hear her heart pounding against her chest in a matching rhythmic pattern, feeling the soft strokes of her hand running over her arms and shoulder.

When you break away, you quietly cleared your throat.

“Thank you,” you said a little breathlessly, trying to regain composure.

Selina chuckled, head tilting backwards with a bright smile before nuzzling herself into your neck. “Anything for my baby.”

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skinnywalker · 2 years

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Boy Crazy (Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy x Catwoman x Wonder Women x Batgirl x Male Reader Smut)

Warnings: 18+ themes and descriptions, porn with a plot, p in v sex, sex pollen, non-con characters

Request [Male Reader is a villain with Harley and ivy and Catwoman, They're all currently on a vacation that will last them a couple days so they get to stay in a hotel, the male reader decided to take a shower but when he gets out he's shocked to see the girls all standing in his room naked the girls immediately get on they're knees and start taking turns sucking his cock but after a little while of that one thing leads to another and the male reader is laying on the while Harley squats over him and lines his cock up with her pussy and starts riding him after a little while of her riding him she suddenly starts moaning loudly and then she squirts all over him after she squirts she stands up and switches with ivy and ivy starts riding the male readers cock while catwomen sits on his face, he eats her out while ivy rides him and after a while of that they both squirt ivy squirting all over his stomach and chest and Catwoman squirting all over his face then they both stand up and all of the girls stand over him and start fingering themselves while he starts jerking off in a matter of seconds they all start squirting all over him once they're done squirting they tell him to lay down on the floor on his back and hold his legs folded up to his chest and he does so they start spinning his body in circles on the floor because of how slippery it is he keeps spinning causing the girls to laugh at the male reader and when his body starts to slow down they spin his body again causing him to spin in circles again then when he slows again they try to stop him but because it's slippery they struggle for a second causing the girls to laugh and then when they finally stop him he puts his legs down flat on the floor and wonder woman starts riding his dick and after a little while of that she squirts all over him and she gets up and he stands up while all the girls get on their knees he jerks off cumming all over them then he cleans the mess cleaning the squirt off the floor and the cum off their faces and they all lay down in the bed cuddling before falling asleep.]

All three girls laid out on their beach towels finally prepared for the vacation of a life time. For years Selina, Harley and Ivy had formed a terrifyingly powerful poly girlfriend triangle. That was until he came along. In Gotham he was called 'the reaper'. A night stalker that had risen through the ranks of crime to be on the most wanted. So course he was just their type. After one of the most dangerous heist you decided to take your girls on a relaxing holiday weekend.]

"C'mon sweeting"

Harley slipped her hands round his neck and gave him a soft peek.

"Join us in the pool. You're supposed to be on vacation too."

"I know sweets I just don't trust this place."

Ever since they got here the place seemed to be crawling with cops.

"They can't touch us darling."

She cooed brushing her nose against his neck giving him shivers.

"Now baby don't stress yourself out. Just because we're wanted doesn't mean we always need to be always on the run."

Ivy pulled him by the arm into the private swimming section and began to attack his neck. Harley walked both him and Ivy to the shallow end of the pool.

"Not worry baby."

She straddled his lap rocking back and forth with her hips.

"We'll help you relax."

Ivy bit into his bottom lip as they began stuck deep into a makeout session. He switched from that to slipped his mouth down on her breast. Running his tongue round her nipple sloppily biting and moaning. While he was busy with her Harley back humping him and made it her mission to find the most sensitive mark on his chest. Leaving tons of sweet marks in the form of purple spots.

"Oh baby! Use your fingers too!!

He obeyed sticking his digits deep into both women causing them to buck up against him. They rode his fingers wildly splashing the pool water into little waves.

"Baby please don't stop!!! Ahhh!!!"

He bit down leaving a deep purple love bite on the bottom on Ivy's breast.

Both girls came, nearly together, before closing on himself in a tumble of half naked bodies.

As the night drew closer, Selina finally arrived at the hotel and entered her lovers master room.

"Hello dove, how have the girls been."

"Fine. We missed you while swimming."

He wrapped his arms round her waist as the sexual tension filled their lungs.

"They're already asleep. I think they should give them some resting time. But you..."

He ran his finger over her tongue.

"You deserve a reward for how long it took you to get here."

Selina climbed up on the bed and pulled down her jeans to reveal a pair of lace back panties.

"Get on you're knees pretty boys."

"Yes ma'am."

She gripped his hair harshly with her claws.

"Now be good."

Her legs snapped down trapping his face tightly against her pussy. He sucked deeply srinking her in like he was dying of dehydration. Sobbing and biting in her clit. The sound of wet moans filled the small room. But just as Selina felt the ache of her stomach reach its breaking point a crash sounded from the room next to them.

"S-shit!!!"

The two of them both ran towards the noise.

"GET OFF ME YOU STUPID BITCH!!"

"LET GO OF ME WHORE!!"

Half the wall had been smashed in leaving bits and pieces of broken pricture frames on the floor. Ivy and Harley were in a heated fist fight with the Wonder Woman and the Batwoman.

"Shit!! I knew something like this would happen!"

He slid into the bathroom yanking open the small shower bag that hung from the door. Inside were a few hygiene items and a small bottle of pink perfume. It had give the girls many a long heated night and the was no way it could also work on the supers.

While leaving he came face to face with the two invaders.

"I knew you assholes would try to ruin this trip so why to don't make it up to us now!"

He threw the bottle to the floor filling the room with the smell of sex and sugar sweetness. Both woman struggled to stay standing as the room spun with heat. He smiled wide.

"Oh Harley baby, lets show these dickhead what happens when you mess with us. She pressed up against him running her fingers around his bugle before strpping back his pants and underwear. All five women kneeled and watched him spring free. Selina went first, nudging his tip with her tongue as two others attacked his base and balls. He fucked whoever took him into their mouth cumming twice.

"Now I want a turn."

Harley cooed throwing him onto the bed and pushing him inside of her in one shift moment. She ride him fast and harsh but didn't allow him to bust into her.

"Don't be greedy baby, the others need you too."

She slid off him and before he even realized Ivy had slipped him inside her. Selina removed her panties and climb on top of the bed to ride his face. He buck wildly completely pussy drunk. Ivy he could hear the other girls fingering themselves to the scene and she finally came spilling her juices all over his stomach. Selina quickly followed her as he desperately tried to drink all of it up. All three awkwardly fell onto the floor and finally noticed how wet it had became.

"You naughty girls ruining the floor because you couldn't control yourselves."

He began finger fucking the two heros leaving puddles of ruined wood flooring under them.

Wonder woman couldn't take it anymore and after coming hard against his digits she climbed his lap and sloppily rode him, drooling and gasping while he lazily splitting her in half. The other girls now stood over him jerking themselves off and ride the last of their highs. She screamed as her pussy clenched down tight round him and her cum spilled over his thighs. The smell in the room had finally started to die now leaving the group exhausted.

"Cmon my sweet girls let's go to bed."

They snuggling in a huddle of naked bodies finally resting again that tonight.

(Please tell me you like this man)

#dc x male reader #dc #poison ivy x male reader #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy smut #harley quinn x male reader #harley quinn smut #catwoman x male reader #selina kyle #catwoman smut #wonder woman smut #wonder woman x male reader #batgirl x male reader #batgirl smut

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vampirebucky · 2 years

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ɴꜱꜰᴡ ꜱᴇʟɪɴᴀ ᴋʏʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

[x] She’s got so many nicknames for you but she always calls you baby in the bedroom. Eating her out? ‘’right there baby’’ Riding her strap on? ‘’look how good you’re doing for me baby’’ Letting her spread your legs so she can taste you? ‘’god my baby is so pretty’’

[x] She has super sensitive nipples and loves the feeling of your wet tongue on them. Will be pulling your hair and moaning like a bitch in heat when you take one into your mouth and flick at the hardening bud with your tongue. Thats one way to make her melt or to push her into a more submissive role. Roll and pinch her nipples through her white tank top and she’ll be mewling, arching her back and begging for more.

[x] I can totally see her using whipped cream in the bedroom. Squirting it just above your navel, locking eyes with you as her tongue comes out to taste the sweet treat. Yeah, she’ll make a mess of you.

[x] Has a collection of toys. Pretty leather paddles, silk blindfolds, sleek black vibrators and cute butt plugs with a shimering jewels at the end. She prefers to use them on you though, shoving one of her vibrating butt plugs in you and taking you out to the bar for a drink, or sliding one of the satin blindfolds over your eyes before teasing you for hours.

[x] Tends to be more on the dominant side, she just see’s what she likes and goes for it. So if youre out and she’s in the mood she’ll have no problem pulling you in for a kiss and letting her hand rest on the small of your back, purring in your ear all the things she wants to do to you.

[x] Will want to eat you out while you’re splayed across her motorcycle in some Gotham alley. Probably near some bar and if some drunk patriot comes out she’s just gonna smirk over her shoulder before diving back in.

[x] Selina has some of the prettiest moans known to man. They’re on the deeper side and all breathy. Her moans get a little higher pitched when youre between her legs building her climax, but they never lose their breathy airy quality.

[x] She gets this sleepy smile on her face after you’re done making love, that just makes her glow. She loves to lay her head on your pillow so your temples are touching and will play with your hands as you talk. She could talk to you for hours, basking in the afterglow, about your plans for the future or even plans for the rest of the week. She just wants you close to her after,water and showers and clean sheets can wait. They’ll always be there but this moment is fleeting.

#this was requested so hope u enjoy !!! <3 #selina Kyle smut #catwoman smut #the batman 2022 #catwoman #the batman #the batman smut #zoe kravitz catwoman

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anitalenia · 9 months

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ₊˚⊹♡

⋆˙⟡♡ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑦. ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛… 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: how he acted 𓂃⊹ the beginning of how it started. a part detailing how Batman initially treated you and handled the relationship.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: how it happened 𓂃⊹ how Batman fell in love with you and all the things that happened leading up to it. all the signs and actions that made him love you.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙: how it was 𓂃⊹ how Batman handled the reality of being in love with you and all the things he did to try and hide from it. better yet, his confession.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: how it all fell together 𓂃⊹ yours and Bruce’s relationship and how he was with you. some relationship headcanons for fun.

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ battinson x fem!reader

⋆˙⟡♡ CONTENT INCLUDES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ mentions of sex, mentions of fighting and threatening, rough kissing, mentions of sad!Bruce / undertones of depression, mentions of alcohol & insomnia, bad words, sweet kisses, tears, hair pulling, love confessions, not really a whole lot of sexiness just headcanons mostly

⋆˙⟡♡ WARNINGS ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ mature content, emotionally tortured Bruce Wayne, maybe not my best story telling :(, mentions of blood and fighting cuz this is Batman, alcoholism

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ thanks to @diavolosbaby for requesting this!! Hope you enjoy and it lives up to your standards 🩷

OTHER LINKS ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | ��𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ He told you what this was before he even started it. Told you this was strictly business, no feelings involved; you knew who he was during a chance encounter and you were the only one he could really come to after that. It was simple, straight forward; you needed his dick and he needed your pussy.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: how he acted 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce came to you a lot, which was a little odd compared to how you perceived him to be. You thought he was a very busy man, always fighting crime or hiding away in his mansion, always too busy to bother with someone as unimportant as you. But no, you couldn’t have been more wrong. He was there at least three times a week, standing by your window in that black suit of his with his cape blowing with the wind, waiting for you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always quiet, head filled with whatever torturous pain lingered in the shadows of his mind, brimming with the secrets he never told you and you never asked for. He never spoke, unless it was a command spoken in a gentle gruffness. He never smiled, tried not to grunt or make too much noise, but some nights he couldn’t contain himself and the sounds just escaped him. Those were the nights he was particularly frustrated.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never let you take off his mask at first, he’d leave it on and you were left grasping at leather and air. He didn’t like affection, having you touch his scars and his body, it was too vulnerable, too intimate, for his liking. So, naturally, he didn’t stay to cuddle afterwards. The business was over, your job was done, he’d slip out the window as you’d bask in the aftershocks.

⋆˙⟡♡ His heart was cold but his body was warm, always warm. He was like a furnace when he’d be flat against you, fucking into you with his head in your neck and his hands gripping your jaw, your waist, your thighs. You’d always get so hot, craving his warmth like a bug to a bonfire.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never bothered to ask you anything about yourself, but you had a suspicion he had to have done some research on you during those long lonely days in the darkness of his home. He was too cautious not to, too curious. And he did. He found out everything about you but didn’t share a single detail about himself. He was Bruce Wayne, rich son whose parents died by day, and then Batman, vengeance personified by night. That’s all you needed to know.

⋆˙⟡♡ Batman only came to you in the middle of the night, sometimes bloody and beaten, your fingers running over tender bruises that would make him grimace. A part of him liked the pain, figured he deserved it. Sometimes you worried for him on the nights he was particularly beaten up, but he didn’t give you time to ask questions before he was shoving you against your dresser and pressing himself against you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t like being in the light, being too seen. He liked it with all the lights off, your room glowing with the dim light of the moon and the streetlights, your face pressed into his neck or shoved into a pillow so you couldn’t look at him.

⋆˙⟡♡ In the beginning, he liked it when you just submitted to him; he mostly cared about his own pleasure at first as he told you what this was, why he was doing this. That didn’t stop him from making sure you came at least once though. He couldn’t help it, didn’t want you to feel completely used.

⋆˙⟡♡ You noticed he always had this way about him when he touched you, almost like he yearned to hold you closer but knew he shouldn’t. His hands were rough, long fingers and hot palms, lingering on your skin before he’d move them away, never touching one place too long before he’d move on. It was almost a tease.

⋆˙⟡♡ He spied on you, a lot actually, would watch you from his spot on a roof top, stare at you through your big office window. He didn’t know why, just bored and curious, he always told himself. He’d see you stress yourself out, fill out paper after paper while your boss did nothing but throw more at you. You took it anyway and Bruce was confused by why. But he never asked, didn’t want to make a connection with you and risk losing you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He remembered sneaking into your house, waiting for you, but you were late coming home from work and he wasn’t sure if he should leave or not. He felt wrong about it, but he looked through your photos and your notebooks, saw a glimpse into your real life outside of him and work and he quickly put everything back the way it was and left. He didn’t want to see, he didn’t want to see you as anything different than what he already did.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would lie to Alfred about where he was going at night, why he would be so late coming home. But Alfred knew he was lying, he wasn’t sure about what exactly, but Alfred knew Bruce would come to him in time.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce tried hard to keep his and yours personal lives outside of your mutual situation, he really did. He didn’t want to know you, hear you talk about your problems and your dreams and fears and learn what made you you, from your own words. He was alone and knew he was meant to be alone, planned on being alone forever. Being with him would only put you in danger, a bigger target on his back he didn’t need. It was for your own protection, for the sake of both your lives and both your hearts.

⋆˙⟡♡ He vowed to himself to keep it that way, strictly professional, a hobby almost. He really didn’t plan to fall in love, he really really didn’t…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Your living room was dark when you came home from work, later than usual because of your infuriating boss; he was lazy, relied on his employees to do his work while he sat in his office and ate his donuts. You hated him, loathed him, absolutely couldn’t stand him, but you understood he was just another obstacle, a milestone you needed to get through before you reached where you needed to be. So, you didn’t make a fuss, you didn’t complain, didn’t speak up. You did what you were supposed to as you were supposed to do it, just another hamster circling the wheel of business over and over until you finally got the balls to break the cycle.

Unfortunately, your ambition was almost too much for you sometimes, tonight was evidence enough.

You set your keys in the ceramic bowl by the door with a tired sigh, soft rain pattering on your windows, furniture lit up with a dim orange glow from the street lamps outside. All twisting shadows and rain drops. Your nose tickled with the scent of vanilla bean and raspberry, remembering the candle you had forgotten to blow out before you left. Oops.

Your hair was damp, gray suit littered in dark spots from the rain outside. Your limbs were sore and heavy, eyes burning and fluttering for a semblance of rest. Your heels were sore from the heels you’ve been prancing around in all day, your whole body exhausted in general. This was normal for you though, you always came home lagged and tired. You regretted being such a hard worker, but knew it would ultimately pay off in the future.

You walked to your bedroom, your heels clacking on the floor unevenly, dragging on the wooden boards as you navigated your way through the darkness. You held your purse loosely in your left hand, a shiver crawling up your spine as an unexpected gust of coolness swept up your legs and down your neck.

Your foot stuttered, lingering by the doorway in your bedroom as the rain seemed louder, less dull, wind whistling your black bed sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows at that, knowing you left your window closed before you left. Your eyes strained to see anything in the darkness as panic blared in your chest like a fire alarm, trying to make out any figure in the shadows of your room. You slowly crept forward, preparing for the worst, your exhaustion melting into hot fear that made your bones go stiff.

You swallowed, eyes immediately going to the open window to see the empty street below, the sound of a car alarm in the distance overpowering the rain that seemed to just pound harder. Your window was wide open, sheer purple curtains flapping from the breeze like a set of violet wings. Your eyes narrowed at that, hearing nothing but buzzing silence ringing in your ears. Then, it just hit you.

You couldn’t describe it exactly, but you felt a sensation of calmness wash over you as you let out a hefty breath, fear gradually melting away as your body relaxed and hands unclenched. It was like your body knew it wasn’t in any real danger, that there was nothing lurking in the shadows besides what was supposed to be. This was all too familiar to you; a setting you’ve come home to many times before. The open window, the darkness, the buzzing calm.

You felt excitement spark through you in recognition as you felt your neck tingle, a barely there whisper of a breath wash over your neck and tickle your hair.

You felt a smile quirk on your lips, turning around slowly, sucking in a sharp breath when you were met with the large bulking figure of the man in black standing just an inch away from you, a shadow hiding in shadow as he stared down at you with those black soulless eyes. He was big, a thing you liked about him, dirt encrusted on his suit and so out of place in the cozy warmth of your home. He was big and bulky, comically large for your small bedroom.

You looked back up at him, your purse dropping to the floor as instinctual arousal flooded your belly at just the mere sight of him. You couldn’t help it, your body knew what he was capable of and yearned for it. Your throat became dry, you swallowed once more as his eyes, those dark blue gems of his, looked over your face with a certain pained look in them, calculating and tortured, covered in black face paint that hid the beauty of his raw skin.

His pink lips were set in a firm frown, a faint scratch on his chin, breaths slow and even, calm. That damned mask of his covered his face, the fluffiness of his brown hair you seldom ever felt run through your finger tips. He always wore this expression, always so serious and somber like he was going through a dreadful ordeal every second he continued to live. You were always curious as to why, but knew he’d never answer, nor appreciate your nosiness.

You let your thoughts drift off, looking back up at him with a false confidence.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight…” You mumbled quietly, losing any conviction in your voice as he took a small step forward, closer to you, his heavy boot thudding on your floor. You took a small step back, crumbling under him way too easily, as always. He always loved to completely invade your space, but never let you do the same to him.

You looked up at him, he looked down at you, breaths mingling together as a dark look washed over his oceanic eyes, his strong jaw clenching as he ran his eyes over your face like this was the first time he’d ever seen you. You felt your thighs tighten at the look in them, at the way he looked at you.

You were being honest though, you didn’t expect him tonight. You had seen him two nights ago, expecting not to see him for another few weeks at least.

“Shhh…” He shushed you gently, voice gravelly but gentle, tired but awake, undertones of desire.

He leaned down towards you and you found yourself holding your own arms back from wrapping around him and taking him already, just as he always took you. His gloved hands reached for the edge of the dresser behind you, trapping you between his strong arms and chest, completely invading your senses as your eyes looked into his, almost begging. His cape flowed down his shoulders and shrouded around you both until all you could see was black, the heady smell of smoke and rain tickling your nose, captivating.

He pressed himself against you, a brick wall, the mahogany’s edge digging into your lower back as your breath stuttered. You found yourself looking at his lips, his nose, his eyes, his closeness overwhelming you as you couldn’t figure out where to look, your skin feeling hot and stuffy, the confidence you had previously now a pile on the floor as your stomach twisted.

You could see the rain on his black suit, dripping down all his gear and heavy armor he wore and down to his waist, some falling to the floor in soft drips. You licked your lips, minding the mess, feeling lightheaded and fluttery as you looked back up at him with sparkling eyes.

He cocked his head at you, dark eyes running over your lips before looking back into your own, “Take your hair down.”

He always used such a gentle, tired voice, like he didn’t want to scare you and he could never find enough sleep, but the demand was obvious in his tone, eyes dark and predatory as they stared down at you intently. He didn’t need anymore command, knowing you’d do as he said just like you always did.

You didn’t dare disobey, sensing his need sizzling in the air just as strong as your shared want. You managed eye contact as you brought a hand up to the back of your head, taking out the black hair clip holding your hair together, the rain pattering on your roof almost too loud in your ears. He stared as your hair fell down your shoulders, cascading down your back in silky waves and framing your face. You swallowed, feeling the need to clear your throat as you put a hand through your hair and brushed it over your shoulder.

You saw his eyes run over your hair, the way it fell around your cheeks, his jaw clenching once more. He brought a hand up, big and heavy, running your locks through his fingers, imagining the softness of it as the sweet smell of apricot and citrus filled his nose, the signature flavor of your favorite shampoo.

You sighed at the pleasurable sensation on your scalp, head titling back as your eyes drooped, your hair clip falling to the ground noisily as you brought your hands up and grabbed his forearms. You might’ve been a little dramatic at just a few touches, but you were so needy, needy for this dangerous man you knew absolutely nothing about besides the obvious. He was a stranger in a suit, a stranger to you, but he somehow knew how to touch you better than any man you’ve ever been with.

He took note of your reaction, his own body twitching to touch you as he noticed the look in your eyes. He felt an intense need spark through him, his hand grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. He remained calm looking, but his eyes gave it all away.

Your head was yanked back, a pleasurable gasp leaving your lips as you squeezed his arms, looking up at him with your lips parted and breaths heavy. Your head stung, hair being pulled on in just the right way that had a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs, your body buzzing alive with feeling.

Bruce looked down at you, pressing the broadness of himself against you even harder, your breasts smushed against his suit, completely at his mercy. He looked down at you with an unraveled look in his eyes as he tilted your head up towards him.

He kissed you then, rough and hot, groaning into your mouth as his tongue played with yours, teeth clashing and breaths hot against each other. You couldn’t help but moan against him as he finally granted you what you’ve been wanting for so long now, scalp burning from his hold on your hair as your hands flew up and gripped at the leather of his mask, arms wrapped around his neck.

He was forceful and rough, his other hand crawling around your waist and lifting you off the ground with such ease it almost caught you off guard. You gasped into his mouth, his hand tightening on the hold in your hair as you grimaced at the pain.

You didn’t break the kiss, stuck on him as your heels fell off your feet and hit the floor. In two big strides you were suddenly lied flat on your bouncy mattress with Batman himself between your thighs, still holding your waist and head against him as he kissed you fervently.

Your skirt slid down around your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, pressing him harder into you as all you wanted was him, him everywhere and him all over you. You moaned against him, helpless and desperate, as the ridges in his suit dug into your stomach, his lips movingly hotly against yours as he grunted against you. His cape flowed around you, thick and smooth, trapping you underneath until all you could see was blackness, unable to discern the space between his body and yours.

You knew this was going to be quick; he was too rough, too impatient and needy. It must’ve been a bad night for him, but you didn’t pry no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much the questions bubbled in your throat and ached in your chest you knew you were in no place to ask. A part of you liked it that way, liked that this was strictly this. You liked that you didn’t have to answer to him, that you weren’t bound to him and he wasn’t to you. It was just simple, secrecy for a night of shameless lust-filled sex in return.

You both got what you wanted and that was enough. You appreciated that he didn’t go beyond that just as you didn’t. Outside of this room he was Batman, a dangerous vigilante some trusted and some hated, he was Bruce Wayne, an orphan child with more money and pain than he needed. But in the shadow of your bedroom, under the covers with you, there was no identity, no obligation, just two strangers seeking each other out in search of the one thing they both wanted, blessed with none of the other drama that followed a relationship.

With Bruce on top of you in this very moment, his hands gripping your body for no reason other than pleasure, you knew he would be gone before the night was over, and you’d be alone in your bed with bite marks and handprints on your skin to serve as a reminder of the man who gave them to you. You knew he would silently leave, slip away when he thought you were sleeping, you knew he wouldn’t talk or tell you any of his problems. He’d give you what you wanted and then slip into the shadows… you had to admit, It was the most perfect arrangement.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: how it happened 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Batman didn’t plan on ever falling in love with you, but when he did, it had happened after a couple of months of doing what he did with you. But before he did, things had been going so well. You never intervened in his life and he never intervened in yours. Just as he expected, just as he preferred. It had been perfect, but somewhere along the way he had gotten too involved, started to trust you without even realizing it.

⋆˙⟡♡ At first, it started with him staying in your bed longer than he used to. You didn’t argue, comfortable with the heat his body gave you in the coldness of the night. He found himself dozing off after you would, your fluffy blanket soft on his skin and the mattress like a cloud for his broken body. He’d always be gone before you woke up though. You didn’t want to say anything about his little sleepovers, scared you’ll frighten him and he’ll stop. So you let him do as he pleased, enjoying his company albeit his silence.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never cuddled with you though, ever (don’t worry, he lets that slip too). Always stiff like a board on his side of the bed, expression crumbled with pain and peace. Sometimes he’d flinch, nightmares you never questioned him about but always noticed. Still, he’d wake up after about an hour, slip out your window, but not before giving you one last look, seeing how the moon shined down on your soft skin…

⋆˙⟡♡ Then, it was following you home after work, making sure you got home safe on those dark nights where it seemed like every shadow was following you. He’d be on the rooftops, claiming he was just curious and bored, cape flapping in the wind, when in reality he just needed to make sure you got home safely.

⋆˙⟡♡ You didn’t know, but he was watching you much more than you’d ever suspect. He watched your home on the nights Gotham was quiet, his body knowing you were so close but oh so far. He thought about you when he wasn’t thinking about you, thought about the routine he had found in you, the unfamiliar closeness, the comfort he had found between your body and your bed sheets.

⋆˙⟡♡ He started kissing you more, flinching less when your fingers would graze his back. He let you look at him, look deep into his eyes when he was inside you, have your hands touching his face and his back without the security of his suit to hide him. You loved when he did that, feeling him under your hands, skin to skin as it should be.

⋆˙⟡♡ He let you see his scars in the light, didn’t care when he took off his suit and your bathroom light was on, shining down on his body and the sculpted muscle of it. He had learned you wouldn’t judge him, but he was still hesitant, suffering inside when he looked down at the floor as you gazed at him in awe… you thought he was so beautiful.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would watch you when you worked, watch as your boss would storm in and demand more from you. Bruce didn’t like that, would clench his fist and grind his teeth when you’d get scolded like a child, told to work harder when all you did was work. He’d have to control himself when your boss would walk past him on his way home every night.

⋆˙⟡♡ He started conversing with you more, holding you against his chest when you two were done. He’d ask you profound questions as you two stared up at the ceiling, you’d tell him your answer. He didn’t talk a lot, just liked to listen. It would be intimate, almost romantic. He’d listen to what you’d have to say and he’d learn, learn more about who you were, where you came from, and he’d find himself not wanting to leave, a dull ache in his chest every time you’d fall asleep and he’d have to slip out your fire escape.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never admitted it to himself, but he started to look forward to seeing you, found comfort in your small bedroom and the absence of life’s problems that came with it. He started to enjoy the smell of vanilla bean and raspberry from those candles you always forgot to blow out before work. He started to pick up on your little quirks.

⋆˙⟡♡ While gradually falling in love with you, Bruce would deny, deny, deny. He acknowledged that he was starting to feel things he didn’t want to, and he’d be incredibly disturbed and moody, more than usual. Alfred would even be a little peeved with him.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce would find himself asking you how work was. He would be concerned about the bags under your eyes and the wrinkles in your clothes, not outright concerned but he couldn’t stop himself from asking. He wanted to hear your voice.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would be very hesitant around you, scared he was doing too much when he’d touch you now. It wasn’t like before, when he would just grab and control. Now he was really touching you, trying to feel you, every dip and curve of your skin under his fingertips.

⋆˙⟡♡ He had gotten way too comfortable with you now, even he knew that. He relied on you and the comfort you gave, a feeling he’d been without for so long. He was like a cold soul lost in the woods, searching for something, anything, hollow, a warm body to bring him back. He found that with you, and he didn’t even realize it until he started to feel pain when he wasn’t around you, a pain in his chest like a knife was stabbing into his heart. He missed you but he didn’t want to…

⋆˙⟡♡ He stared at your face a lot, too intensely for your liking, thoughts behind those dark eyes of his he’d never tell you about if you confronted him about it. He just liked to look at you, watch you giggle and smile. He’d do it without realizing how intimidated it made you feel, how you’d have to blush and look away, pretend you didn’t notice. He just liked to look at you, soak in your expressions before he’d leave again.

⋆˙⟡♡ The signs were all there when you thought about it. The lingering touches, the admiring stares, the countless nights he’d watch over you. He felt like a creep, following you around so much, but he couldn’t help it. You were a pleasant distraction and he was a fool, easily succumbing to those feelings he had for you without even knowing it. They had been growing inside of him like a blooming vine… they started out small but grew into so much more, and he ignored it, until he just couldn’t take it anymore…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It was a quiet night in September, it had been raining for days and the coolness of autumn had just started to blow into the city. The trees danced with orange and red leaves, strewn all over the road and sidewalks, getting stuck under peoples rain boots and car tires. Your window was cracked, letting a cool breeze into your room that made you shiver, the savory smell of someone’s cooking wafting into your noses from the apartments across the way. You looked at your tv, black screen shut off but reflecting the blurred forms of your mingled bodies on your bed, arm outstretched on Bruce’s stomach, head lying on his chest. You could hear his heart, slow and calm just as he always was, pumping in your ear and lulling you to sleep.

You wanted to stay awake though, listening to the sounds of cars driving in rain puddles and horns honking, the occasional laughter of a passerby. A candle was lit on your dresser across the room, with the faint scent of vanilla bean and raspberry in the air just as Bruce liked. Your legs were a little sore, thighs tender from where Bruce had gripped them so hard, lips puffy from where Bruce had kissed them so much. You felt satisfied, pleasant even, comforted by his presence, the knowledge of his identity absent in your mind as you didn’t register him as a millionaire, or as a crime fighting vigilante, you never really did.

He was neither of those things to you. He was… he was Bruce, just Bruce, your Bruce. Not Bruce Wayne or Batman, and that was enough for you. You took him as he is not as he was, never questioned him about his parents or how Batman was even created. He appreciated that, didn’t like answering questions about himself he wasn’t comfortable with. He was comfortable with silence, but he didn’t mind hearing you.

He was awake too, didn’t want to fall asleep before you, something in his mind telling him he should leave already, not sink into the mattress any further and let himself relish in your warmth. He had responsibilities, duties, people he needed to save and crime he needed to stop. It was Gotham, something was always wrong and someone always needed help. But he couldn’t think about any of that stuff around you, his thoughts always either empty or crowded with your smile.

His suit was a mess on the floor, scrambled just like his mind, bat mask clear as day in his vision, lit up in a red glimmer from the light outside. It stared at him with its blank eyes, watching, the buzzing of a neon light loud in his ears. It’s like it was mocking him, patronizing him. He frowned at it, turning his head slightly away from it, like it was a reminder of what his true purpose was, where he should really be this late other than here in your arms. He knew he should go, felt his arm twitch like he was about to get up and unwind from you.

“Don’t you have somewhere you should be? Or are you gonna stay?” You mumbled sleepily, voice so quiet and sweet he almost didn’t hear it.

His eyes drifted to you, rubbing his fingertips on your rib cage and savoring the feeling of your smooth skin underneath him, against him. You were so unblemished, unlike him. A few scratches and scars here and there that held stories and memories, none like his. His were ridged and pale, covered his skin, they held memories but none of them good. Memories that served as reminders of why this was so wrong, of who he really was and who he needed to get back to once he left these four walls.

He thought about it for a minute, frowning at the ceiling fan.

Did he have somewhere to be? Yes, yes he did. He always had somewhere to be, that was the problem. He couldn’t be everywhere at once, he could be somewhere else, but he was here instead. He was here with you, here with you. He had somewhere to be, could be anywhere else, but he was here. Everyone always expected him to be where they were, expected him to save everyone. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t save everyone and he couldn’t be everywhere they wanted him to be. He was with you but he shouldn’t be. Guilt settled in his gut as he swallowed, hands itching like it was wrong to touch you.

His eyes, dark and somber like storm clouds, especially just as captivating, looked over your frazzled hair like he could see your face, knowing how exhausted you must’ve been from work and sex, how it was so late already and how you’d have to leave so early. Your breathing was slow and even, warm breath brushing over his chest from your parted pink lips, all cues of how you’ve already fallen asleep. He thought about your question, yes, yes he had somewhere he needed to be, he always did.

He didn’t bother speaking, just turned his head back and looked at the ceiling as his arm held you just a little tighter against him, hearing the splash of a car racing through water from somewhere outside.

He’ll stay for a little while.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙: how it was 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ When he realized he was in love with you he left, he left for a long time. He refused to let those feelings blossom into anything more, grow into something more… dangerous. Love was dangerous, he was dangerous. He isolated himself from you, in a worse mood than usual. Alfred had picked up on it, knowing there was more going on than Bruce wanted to say. You couldn’t help the disappointment as the days turned into weeks, weeks of hope being crushed on with every night he wasn’t there.

⋆˙⟡♡ He told himself it was for the best, heartbreak was something you could heal from, death was something you’d never come back from. With his life, you would die. He couldn’t lose anyone else, he couldn’t. He couldn’t subject you to that same fate his parents had.

⋆˙⟡♡ Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you when you’d walk home, still sitting outside your job, your home, watching you from a distance to make sure you’d be alright. He couldn’t sleep if he didn’t.

⋆˙⟡♡ He couldn’t sleep anyway. Eyes a dark purple and the ache in his chest getting so much worse. It was because of you he couldn’t sleep, bed empty and cold without you, mattress hard and firm unlike yours. His nightmares consisted of your death and his inability to save you. He was better off seeing nothing with his eyes open than your blood with his eyes closed.

⋆˙⟡♡ Alfred was concerned. Confronted his Master Bruce during breakfast when Bruce was silent and gloomy. Yes, Alfred knew he would confess eventually, just needed a little shove. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Alfred.”

⋆˙⟡♡ You couldn’t stop thinking about him either… work was slow and long, your thoughts muddled together as you couldn’t stop racking your brain for a reason, any reason, as to why, why he left. Did you do something wrong?

⋆˙⟡♡ You didn’t want to say you missed him, you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. You felt almost stupid, like he had used you and discarded you, but wasn’t that the whole point? You were a mess, confused and feeling a different kind of lonely only a sad heart could bring you. You felt abandoned.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce would hide up in his room and think, read books but not pay attention to the words. Alfred would bring him his tea and advice whenever he could, but it seemed nothing could cheer him up. Bruce felt a different kind of loneliness now than he had his whole life. When his parents died they were taken away from him, he didn’t choose to give them up like he did you. He felt like he had lost yet another person.

⋆˙⟡♡ He really thought about moving on from you, a part of him arguing thats what was best for you. But the thought of fully giving you up to anybody else angered him. You weren’t his but you’d always been in some way, his. He yearned to be near you again, an itch in the back of his mind only you could scratch.

⋆˙⟡♡ He drunk, a lot. Spent his free time as Bruce Wayne drowning in whiskey and scotch, heavy liquor bottles empty and discarded on the floor. He almost felt like crying, but he’d just pass out on his bed, too drunk to crawl under the covers. Sometimes he’d pass out in the common room, leg hanging off the couch and hair unraveled, Alfred cleaning up the mess and putting a blanket over him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He drowned himself in his work to distract from you. He was frustrated, angry, weeks having gone by without you having set him on edge. He was beating petty criminals to a bloody pulp, sending them to Gordon barely conscious. He needed to take his anger out on something, anything. Alfred would just sigh when a bloody Bruce would storm past him, ensuring his suit was cleaned before the next day.

⋆˙⟡♡ It was a late Friday night when Bruce let his anger take control of him. It was some petty thief thinking he’d run off with the bags of cash he’d stolen. Bruce didn’t let him speak, anger taking over him like thick ropes of lava in his blood, anger that had festered in his black heart for weeks, simmering under his skin waiting for the moment it could boil over.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was bloody and dirty when he came to you in a blur of anger and love, adrenaline running through him with a determination boiling in his bones.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It was a dark cloudy night when you saw Bruce standing outside your window; you lay in bed, cozy and under the covers, bathed in the dim golden light of your lamp. You were pretending to read a book you’ve meant to finish with a frown on your face, mind full of memories and the fruitless desire to have it all back. It was a melancholic pain that throbbed under your skin, sharp and persistent like a plant rash, the memory of forgotten things plaguing your mind and wishing it could just all go back to the way it was.

You almost didn’t see him if it wasn’t for the thud on your fire escape; you jumped and the book flew to the floor with a thud. Your eyes widened and you felt a wave of excitement and relief flourish through your veins as you scrambled off your bed. You couldn’t believe it, heart pounding as you rushed over to your window and swung it open like an eager baker opening an oven door. It was a big window, one with a giant view of the street below and the park across the ways, big enough to fit a grown man in a heavy suit.

Your hands were almost frantic, eyes wide in disbelief to just see him standing there in all his glory, back to you like he used to be all those weeks ago before he left, left you, left you behind. The memory of his loss and betrayal flashed back like a pull to reality, all those sad feelings you pushed away coming full frontal in your head like a tidal wave in your fragile brain.

Bruce’s heavy stare burned through you and it was like you could feel it on your skin, like a million microscopic bugs crawling all over you, your body buzzing with electricity and your hands almost shaking. You felt a flurry of difficult emotions coursing through you that all muddled together in one big mess in your head; anger and happiness, relief and irritation. You couldn’t pinpoint on one, feeling everything all at once when you opened your window and Batman was stood on the other side of you in all his threatening grandness.

You hated that he looked so good despite the grime.

You were left stunned as all you could do was stare at him. This was a moment you’ve only dreamt about, wished for for days and countless weeks, fantasized about for hours on end. How you would react, what you would say, how it would all go… and especially how he’d apologize on hand and knee for you, atone for his sins and plead for your pardon. It was all meticulously planned and carefully thought out, and now here it was, the moment you’ve been waiting for for so long; it was finally here, staring at you in the face. And it was so funny how all those ideas and all that confidence you had just seemed to vanish now that it was time to confront them; you were frozen as you stared back at him, unsure of what to do next and too tongue tied to formulate a thought. All that planning, pointless in the face of its precipitant.

Bruce stared back at you longingly and painfully, breaths hard and heavy and knuckles bruised and sore. His eyes were smeared in that black paint he always used, thick with an unspoken emotional torture, like he was being tormented in his own mind at the mere sight of you. He was in a way; you were his reminder of why he left, the catalyst of his destruction but at the same time his anecdote. It was all very confusing and contradictory; all he could understand was that it pained him to look at you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to look away.

Blood was splattered over his cheeks and suit, his heart pumping in his ears as he looked you over, putting all the pieces of you back in his mind; from your face, to your pink pajamas, to the black socks on your feet, then back to your cautious eyes. You were all right, you were okay and he was so relieved. He felt a weight drop from his chest, knowing you were in no certain danger but he always worried for you if he couldn’t see you, a consequence of everyone he cared for always getting hurt some way or another. Bruce felt what he could only describe as happiness, a feeling he only got with you, hit him full on like a train, smacking into his heart as his throat closed up.

He had missed you.

He had missed you a lot, more than he ever wanted to admit, but he would gladly do so for you. He had missed your pretty eyes and sweet voice, soft hands and smooth skin, and your voice, calming and rich like honeyed pastries. You were beautiful to him, so beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he had shown up here once more, that he would risk ever putting it in danger. But he had to come, he couldn’t take it anymore… and if his love for you was that perilous then his soul be damned.

He noticed the subtle way your face crumbled as your initial excitement died down, settled into pain and sadness and concern; your eyes running over the blood on him, wondering if it was his, really looking at him and realizing that he was really here, back on your fire escape. He couldn’t believe it himself, but here he was and he didn’t plan on leaving, not unless you ordered him to. You were nervous, eager to touch him, feel the suit under your palms like you used to, but you were also too stubborn to welcome him back into your home so easily, hurt once and not wanting to be hurt again. He understood that notion all too well.

Bruce felt an unfamiliar form of courage jolting through him, a type of courage so different from the one he used to fight criminals every night. This was a type of boldness that made him just want to grab your face and kiss you, hard, make up for all the lost time between you and spill all his confessions in the space between his lips and yours, make you taste the apology on his tongue. All he wanted was to be here again, here in your room; his nose was already filling up with the smell of vanilla bean and raspberry, his muscles relaxing instinctively at the sweet smell of it, knowing he was safe here. He wanted so badly to be here again, but now that he was he didn’t know what to do.

Bruce admitted that he was a little disappointed at your reaction to him, that you didn’t welcome him back in with open arms and gleeful smiles, kiss him and hug him and show him how much you missed him. But he knew that was too optimistic. He knew your antipathy was to be expected; he could only imagine the amount of hurt he’d put you through if it was anything compared to his own. He could only imagine how many nights you came home hoping he was there, waiting for you like he always did, how many days you kept looking at the clock, wishing it would hurry up and you could just go home already, how many days you hoped it would be different from the one before, how much hope he must’ve killed.

He felt horrible, regret and guilt spinning in his stomach as his muscles twitched, itching to touch you again; you were a drug coursing through his veins, and after two months of withdrawal he could say he was positively hooked once more. But, he knew he couldn’t just grab whatever part of you he liked like a greedy child in a toy store. He needed patience, he needed to wait for you to warm up to him on your own terms, no matter how long that took.

So, Bruce just stood on your fire escape with his hands holding the frame of the wall, blood and vanilla heavy on his nose as he stared at you, breathing hard but calm, waiting for you to make a move, any move or semblance of invitation.

Your eyes ran over the blood on him, the awkward silence deafening with all the unspoken words and yearning you both wanted so badly to address. Your eyes narrowed at the red spots and stripes on his suit and face, dripping off his gloves, worry shooting through your buzzing veins. You took a step back away from him in discontent, curious as to why he has suddenly appeared after so long away, eyes looking him over like the situation has really dawned on you. It had been weeks, two months even, since you’ve seen him, seen his black eyes and pointed ears, seen the vague Batman symbol on the chest piece of his suit.

Memories were coming back wave after wave at the sight of him, ones that wanted you to embrace him, ones that were gradually persuading you to give up this act and just be thankful he was here again, back to you. But you knew better than that, knew better than to just simply overlook a mistake as monumental as the one he made. You needed to have some damn pride.

Despite that…

Were you happy to see him? Yes, yes you really really were. You wanted him to just take off his mask and kiss you already, hell, you didn’t care if he left it on because you just wanted him to kiss you again. You wanted to feel his big arms around you once more and feel his warm palms on the dip in your back. Have him lift you up and smile into his kiss and say those magical words you yearned to hear. You could try to act tough all you wanted but at the end of the day you were still just a girl, a sad girl who wanted to be held by the man she missed so much… but your anger was still so present, lingering cold in your veins and greatly overpowering any positive emotions you had.

You wanted a damn good reason for why he did what he did.

“What are you doing here, Bruce? I thought you had moved on.” You licked your dry lips, crossing your arms and glaring at him with distaste and a false sense of confidence, a faux act of strength and apathy to cover up the real pain you felt. Your tone was anything but friendly, standoffish and disinterested, conveying the anger you felt almost perfectly; if it wasn’t for the waver in your voice and the glimmer in your eye you would even believe yourself.

You frowned at him, a cruel part of you hoping he was feeling any kind of hurt, any kind of hurt like the hurt you’ve felt. But at the same time, you just wanted so badly to hear that he came back for one reason and one reason alone. You. You wanted to hear him say that he missed you dearly, that he was so sorry for what he did and that he’d never do it again. If you heard that, then maybe, just maybe, you’d forgive him. No, you definitely would.

Bruce almost flinched at your tone, but knew it was well deserved. He looked at you with guilty eyes, like he’d committed the most heinous crime (which in his mind, he did), frown deep on his lips where a cut was on his skin, swallowing down the nerves in his throat at the look in your eyes.

A string of fear curled in his chest and made him nervous, made Batman nervous, a fear of being rejected, of him telling you how he really felt and you not reciprocating it. He couldn’t bear it, the uncertainty. But he was also afraid of hurting you any more than he already has, arguing with himself that he shouldn’t have come. But he was already here and he couldn’t leave now, couldn’t disappoint you any more than he already has. He looked up at you, his chest fluttering when he looked into your eyes.

“‘Could never move on from you…” Bruce grumbled in that deep voice of his, sounding pained and earnest and genuine, pulling at your heart like a trained harpist and making your eyes burn with brimming tears. He meant it, meant it more than you knew, staring at you with so much emotion in his eyes it almost scared you to see it; it was so unlike him to be so emotional, a part of you grateful that he trusted you enough to show it.

You felt a tingle on your skin when you looked back at him, a spark of joy peeking through the dark clouds around you. I could never move on from you…

Bruce’s dark eyes flickered between yours, gauging your reactions, intense and brooding as they always were. They bore into you like he was laying your soul bare in front of him, seeing deeper inside of you than you thought was possible. It made you feel flustered and agitated at being examined so fiercely. His voice, my god his voice, so soft but so gravelly, made you flustered, especially hearing it again after so many weeks of going without it. It washed over your skin like a warm blanket and made goosebumps pop up on your arms, a chill going through your spine that made your heart spike. You were trying so hard to fight it, fight that feeling inside of you that wanted him so badly.

You almost scoffed at his proclamation, looking at him offended, almost too theatrically, too rehearsed.

“Well it seems like you did, so.” You shrugged stubbornly, not knowing what else to say, really, not wanting to speak too much or else you’re afraid he’d hear the longing stutter in your voice. You shook your head incredulously and looked at the wall besides the window, where he stood outside in the cold air still. Secretly, you wanted to bring him inside already, bring him between your arms and hold him against your chest until he was one with you, unable to leave and bound to you forever, souls entwined and breaths shared. That may be a tad dramatic, but that’s what you felt; you knew he needed to cross that barrier on his own… you also knew that the moment he stepped back into your sacred space, the moment his heavy black boot stepped onto your wooden floor, you wouldn’t be able to keep your composure anymore, and you’d collapse in his arms like a dying bride.

Obviously, that couldn’t happen. You needed resistance, strength, a reason.

You couldn’t look at him, didn’t want him to see the tears welling in your eyes and the vulnerability staining your face. It was too embarrassing and too real; you didn’t want Bruce to see how easily you got worked up because of him. You didn’t want him to see all of you just yet, wanted him to feel guilty for what he did to you. He hadn’t even said much, just a single sentence, and you were already a desperate mess hiding under a false security. It was always so easy for him to get to you and you wished you were stronger for it.

Bruce knit his eyebrows at that, subtly shaking his head with a frown as his eyes still searched for yours. He wanted you to look at him, to see the honesty in his words and the sincerity in his blue eyes. He wanted you to see that he was hurting too, just as much as you.

“I didn’t… I just needed some time away… I needed to think.” He confessed vaguely, his voice gentle like he didn’t want to spook you, quiet but just loud enough for you to hear. Bruce always treated you like you were so fragile, a slippery glass vase between his clumsy hands. He never wanted to drop you, hurt you and watch you crumble into a million pieces… but he already did, and now he was trying to glue them all back together, put you back together, but only if you’d let him.

That was something you had come to appreciate about him; his gentleness, so opposite of the image he represented, what everyone believed him to be. He wasn’t just Batman, vengeful and harsh and dangerous. He wasn’t just bloody fists and sharp edges. He was incredibly genuine and tender, complex and multilayered; he was more than the bat, the symbol, the orphan, the millionaire. He was intricately sewn together with all different threads, and over the course of the year you and Bruce shared together you’ve managed to pluck and pull them all, see the warm center inside his cold shell.

Those were sides of him only you got to see, only you got to witness, only you got the privilege to marvel at and cherish. It might have been foolish to think, and you certainly think so now, but you had thought that made you special, that you were the only one he trusted enough, cared for enough, to show that side to… that there was more affection sizzling between you than you both wanted to say… but that just made it hurt so much more when he left, it just convinced you that you were too gullible for love, too naive to tell the difference between love and infatuation. When he left, he made you feel stupid.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his response, your face twisting into an anger Bruce didn’t want to see. Your eyes flashed to him immediately, burning and piercing and blazing, his words bouncing around in your head like a twisted game of racquetball. To think? He left, for months, because he needed to think? It sounded so phony, a simple excuse to disguise the truth, a simple excuse that only angered your unspoken pain.

“To think? To think about what? You’ve been gone for weeks, Bruce! You just left, didn’t tell me anything, didn’t tell me why, but now you’re telling me it’s because you had to think? That sounds ridiculous. I think I deserve a better explanation than, you had to think.” You mocked him, scoffing in his face. You were frustrated and lonely, wanting, deserving, a better reason to justify the pain you went through when he left. You couldn’t believe he couldn’t at least grant you that, a credible reason why.

Bruce grimaced, eyes closing like the sting of your words had just stung him. He slouched, frustrated that he couldn’t seem to get the words out that he wanted to. They were stuck in his throat, itching his tongue and wanting so badly to get out, but he was mute, could only try to explain himself. Besides, there were no words to express just how sorry he was, but he knew how right you were. You were always right. You did deserve more than that, you deserved a better explanation.

Bruce swallowed down his dry throat, clenching his jaw as he looked back up at you, aching to step through the threshold of the window and grab your face between his broken hands and kiss your tears away. He felt hot coils of guilt and regret wrap around his heart and squeeze, his chest collapsing in on itself.

“I-I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth. I needed to think… and to do that I had to leave. I just needed to understand why.” He spoke raspy, voice gritted with anguish and sincerity, looking at you with such desperation it made your foot itch to step towards him, made your heart yearn to comfort him. He was downright pitiful, fingers holding onto the brick so hard it could crumble under his strength. He was slouched down, looking up at you with sunken eyes, begging and pleading without an ounce of shame.

You stared back at him, clenching your jaw so hard your teeth hurt. God, you really did just want to hold him again, kiss him again… the need was too much, burning inside you and crawling under your skin. You had your hands crossed over your chest like you were physically trying to hold yourself back, like you were trying to protect yourself against his woeful whims of persuasion.

You frowned at his statement, the rational part of your brain that was still logical and loyal to you making you want to question him more, learn more, find out more. Your shoulders slumped as you looked back at him confused, lips pulled in a frown.

“Why what? Think about what? Can you stop being so vague!” You said exasperated, wishing he would just say what he meant and stop being so damn secretive all the time. Especially now, especially here. He was the one who showed up here after all this time and now he was trying to just sneak by with it. You refused to let him, forced him to confront his own dilemma. You couldn’t see it any other way, blinded by your own rose colored rage that needed an explanation.

Bruce grit his teeth, working up the nerve to answer you as he looked down at your feet, looking physically pained. He wanted to tell you why, he wanted to tell you why so badly, but just as soon as he wanted to say it he was found at a loss for words, struck with that same fear again that made his words stutter. That same fear of being rejected, ridiculed, that fear of putting his heart on his sleeve and having you pierce it with a silver dagger. He was Batman, the shadow of shadows who dealt with worse pain than you could ever imagine. He’s been shot, stabbed, cut up, pushed out of a window, and any other horror you could ever imagine but somehow… none of that hurt would ever compare to the pain caused by your rejection.

You had the power to destroy him and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t know how much of him you carried with you, how easily you could make him fall. Against Gotham he was the Dark Knight, relentless, strong and menacing, capable of things you didn’t want to think about. Against you… he was nothing, powerless, a twig in your hand you could crush without a thought. He was weak against your beauteous thrall and he just wished he could’ve admitted that to himself so much sooner.

Bruce felt his heart constrict, his palms suddenly clammy and his throat suddenly dry; he swallowed roughly. His own heart pounded in his ears, beating under his hot skin, the reality of what he was about to say hitting him full force and he felt like he could pass out, right here on your fire escape, light headed and heavy chested.

He let out a big breath through his nose, gripping the wall between his bloody gloved hands, mustering up the confidence he needed and pushing his fear down, down and deep so it couldn’t be acknowledged anymore. He smothered his insecurities and doubts like a candle wick, clenched his jaw and cleared the smoke from his mind. Bruce looked up at you, eyes glimmering like fire light as they looked over your form once more. He looked up from your socks and your feet, up to your smooth legs and pink nightgown, up to your face, where he focused intently on your lips and nose and eyes.

You looked back at him, where he was staring at you with a type of ferocity and intensity it had your breath stuck in your throat, chills going down your spine.

“…Why I was in love with you.”

You swore your heart stopped.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: how it all fell together 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Of course, you loved him back, and Bruce couldn’t have been happier about it. But, during the actual relationship he was very much still the same, but you could see that he was trying to be closer to you, it was just hard for him. You helped him, made him feel not so scared.

⋆˙⟡♡ You were patient with him, never judged or pushed him to do things you knew he had a hard time doing. He always wanted to talk to you about his parents but he would stop himself before he went in depth about it. That was something he needed time with, and you understood it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always doing small things for you that you probably wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so focused on him. He would always smooth out your pillows for you, make you breakfast and be shy that he made something you didn’t like, he would even blow out your candle for you if you ever left it lit. He would give you small gifts, sometimes expensive, a bracelet or a necklace, a set of earrings his mother adored. You loved them all.

⋆˙⟡♡ You had to buy him those vanilla bean and raspberry candles you had. He set them up around his home because the smell reminded him of you and your house, his safe space.

⋆˙⟡♡ He still didn’t like to talk, but he loved to listen. He’d ask questions that were deeply intimate and personal because he wanted to know everything about you. He’d apologize for prodding but he really had no shame about it. He wanted to know you more, learn everything.

⋆˙⟡♡ He loved holding you in his sleep, you made his nightmares go away and made him feel less lonely. He would still flinch sometimes, keep his hands at appropriate distances away from your precious parts. He was a gentleman, that was for sure.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t sleep a lot still, so he’d always stare at you when you slept, brush his hand on your cheek when he’d leave in his Batman suit for the night. He hated leaving you, but knew he had responsibilities to his city he couldn’t abandon.

⋆˙⟡♡ He introduced you to Alfred, rather, Alfred went to clean up Bruce’s room early in the morning and found you two in a rather compromising position. He just chuckled and walked out while Bruce awkwardly scrambled to compose himself. You were mortified.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce liked to draw you a lot, most of the time from memory when he was bored on a late night, sitting on a rooftop with charcoal scratching on ripped paper. He didn’t show them to you, but you found them anyway.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce was soft, gentle with you, but sex was a different story, just depended on his day. Most of the time he was sweet, making up for leaving you and hurting you. He always carried so much guilt about it, even when you told him you were over it and understood why he did it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t come out with you as a couple to the press, as Bruce Wayne. He didn’t want them to badger you and question you, make you feel uncomfortable. He came to you a lot, his house was always under constant scrutiny from the public.

⋆˙⟡♡ He threatened your boss when you refused to quit your job. It was late, he was Batman, and your boss just so happened to walk past him. Bruce threw him against the wall with promises of pain if he didn’t treat you right. You had a sneaky suspicion your boyfriend had something to do with your now positive work atmosphere and sudden raise, but decided not to question him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always touching you, or kissing you, hesitant to show outright affection so he was subtle when he did it. A hand on your lower back, hovering over your jacket or gently pressing into it. A hand on your arm, a peck on your forehead, a kiss to your cheek when you’d fall asleep.

⋆˙⟡♡ He told you he loved you every night, rarely ever during the day. It was in his bed or yours, when it was silent and cozy, he’d whisper it in your hair or against your skin, and you’d smile and tell him the same.

⋆˙⟡♡ You never expected anything from him besides his love, but he always felt like he owed you something, grateful that you gave him this chance to be with you despite what he did.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was constantly worried about you, on edge when you would be out by yourself or come home later than usual on the nights he couldn’t see you. He would always think the worst, think you were dead and he was too late, someone found him out and was using you to blackmail him. All the worst scenarios to prepare himself for the worst outcomes.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce is constantly having negative intrusive thoughts. You’ll leave him, he doesn’t deserve you, he should’ve stayed gone. He’ll go quiet and try to isolate himself when that happens, so you always try and support him and reassure him in any way you can.

⋆˙⟡♡ He still has such a hard time being vulnerable and talking about his past, but he tries with you. He’ll get tongue tied sometimes or a sentence will drift off before he can finish it, but he’ll try.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce is always so busy he forgets to eat. You’ll constantly remind him food is good for you. So, some days he’ll go eating nothing at all, despite you and Alfred’s insistence. But when he does, it’s a big feast Alfred prepares for him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He is very sweet, a complete gentleman. He has the best manners. He always says his pleases and his thank yous. He’ll follow a question with, when you have a chance, if you can. With Alfred though he’ll be so distracted he’ll just walk away. He doesn’t mean to, just makes sure he’s extra gentle with you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He likes black and white films to play in the background when he’s not doing anything. Or slow, almost gothic music to really set the tone. He’s emo like that and I just know it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He goes to Alfred a lot for relationship advice, scared he’ll mess up and you’ll leave him. He wants to avoid making mistakes with you, so he’ll ask for help or reassurance on what to do.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce has a tendency to ignore any problem until it goes away, especially to avoid a fight with you. He’s confrontational when it comes to you, so he’ll let you have your way a lot of the time. He doesn’t like to fight with you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Bruce was sweet and shy, always making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. He never judged you when you’d tell him your stories or your past, he never accused you of things, and he never raised his voice at you when things would get frustrating. He loved you too much, appreciated you too much. You had no idea how happy you made him even if his face didn’t show it.

He was still wary, scared you’ll leave him, scared one of his enemies will find you out and take you away from him. But he was always there, watching and protecting, hiding in the shadows, being the shadow, on the nights you didn’t know. He may have been Gotham’s protector, but he was also yours.

He loved you and was grateful for you, so grateful he met you when he did and that you trusted him enough to let him see every lovely part of you. He vowed to protect you, to cherish you, and he made good on that promise. Even going as far as to blow out your candle every day before you’d leave for work. Couldn’t have you burning your house down, now could he?

Honestly, I could go on and on about this man so I think I have to end this here. But thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed, especially @diavolosbaby who requested this. I really hope you like it, and if you’re not satisfied or I didn’t answer your ask correctly then don’t be afraid to tell me 💕💕 constructive criticism isn’t bad mmkay ☺️💕

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Summary: You ask Eddie for a little advice. He always knows what’s best for you.

Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader (Y/N)

Subject: Pussy eating (oral sex), intercourse P in V, mild rough sex, missionary sex, strip tease, video cam sex, foreplay, kissing,

18+ Only!!! MINORS DNI/WILL BE BLOCKED

(this is a little something I wrote, I know everyone else has their own cam girl smut/stories out, I guess here's my lil rendition.)

Words: 1.1k+

Edward sat awkwardly on your apartment couch. You pace back and forth in front of him. You had on skin tight boxer shorts with a loose fitted tank top. It was late evening and you unexpectedly texted him to come over to hear you rant about your boring life problems. You pause in front of him and sighed in relief. He held his laptop in one hand and continued to watch you adorably worry about practically almost everything in your life. To him your life was ok, what was there to freak out about?

“Well maybe you should find a second hustle that you kinda like doing? Maybe dog sitting for someone you know?” Eddie push the rim of his glasses up and try to revert his eyes from your thick thighs.

You plot yourself next to him and look into his eyes. “Eddie. No way is it safe to walk around this city walking dogs. This place is too crowded, you of all people should know that.”

“I mean you can just stay at the person’s place and dog watch them there” he replied.

“That’s true..But I'd rather stay at home, and do something online” You adjust your stance and sit crossed leg in front him on the sofa. “Can I be honest with you for a second?” Eddie typed something on his screen and a Cam girl site appeared.

“I think you shouldn’t let all that beauty go to waste. You should start an account. A girl like you would make loads of money..”

“Can I see?” You reached over and looked at the website. It seemed too much of a risk to take and expose such imitate parts of your body. “I kinda wouldn’t mind doing it but I don’t want to show my face.” Eddie looked at you with his big cutie eyes. “ I’ll be your biggest fan, I will make sure everything is ok, and you don’t have to show your face.”

You light up a little and wrap your arms around his neck. “ As long as you say it’s ok Eddie” you grinned and pecked him on the cheek.

Later on in the evening Eddie helped you set up the background of your place to keep it looking mysterious and out of detection.

“Are you sure about this Ed?”

“I’m positive” he looked at you and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Maybe we should make a demo or something before I start” you walk over to him and climb on to his lap.

You slowly straddled his hips and looked into his eyes. “I think that would be a great idea” he whispered back.

You bite your bottom lip and turn on the live cam.

“Wait.. I want to hold it” he took it gently out of your hand. He meddled with some of the buttons as you watched, raising your eyebrows and smiled at his cuteness.

“Whatever you want Eddie…” You would never say no to your Edward.

Eddie was actually much taller than you but his baggy plaid jacket made him seem a lot less

intimidating. “Um you should get on the bed first” he instructed and began to film you slowly crawling onto the bed behind him.

“Ok..then should I do something like… this?’’ you smirked and lowered your shorts revealing a lace thong. You kept your eyes on Eddie and threw them in his direction. Eddie walked closer to the bed and grinned. He watches you turn over and push your bottom up for him to grab. You bite your bottom lip hoping from him to touch you more. “Come on Eddie I know you can do more than that baby” You kneel in front of him and kiss him on the lips all hot and bothered. Eddie sat the camera down on the bed and kissed you back. “You have no idea” he breathed.

“Try me” you whispered. Eddie sheepishly slid his hand under your tank top and squeezed your fluffy breast. You moan as he gently lays kisses on the crook of your neck. That isn’t something you would suspect from him but Eddie was the only true friend you knew the best. Eddie instructed you. His mouth caressed down toward your stomach and slowly pushed your lace underwear down.He always wanted to taste you. He wasn’t sure why, but his neediness for your approval and wanting your pure attention drove him in madness.

“Eddie don’t-” you said

“No I want every part of you (Y/N) please” he kissed your stomach and devoured his mouth between your wetness.

You mouth breathed a moan feeling his hot tongue swirl between your clit. You squeeze onto the sheets feeling him give no mercy to your aching core. Eddie grew more hungry, feeling you squirm between his touch.

“Just like that?” Eddie stuck one finger around your clit while still riding his tongue inside you. You whimper wanting him more. You buck your hips to his mouth feeling a wave of pleasure sweep inside you. You roam your fingers in between his greasy brown locks.

“Please Eddie” you whimper feeling yourself reach your high.

“Not yet” Eddie continues to rub your clit in circular motions. Eddie positions himself above you and sucks on your hardened nipples.

“Look at you so needy” Eddie’s eyes showed a different version of himself that sent you over. He reached down with his same hand to insert a digit inside your entrance. You let out a gentle moan and threw your head back feeling pure bliss. Eddie gave the other nipple the same treatment sucking the milk dry of your perk breast.

“Mmm You’re so perfect” Eddie tongue kisses you while pushing his two digits further inside you.

“(Y/N) I’m in love with you” Eddie nibbled and sucked onto your luscious lower lip. Your fingertips traveled down to his neck caressing on to his back trying to savor this moment. You grinded against his bulge that pressed against your inner thigh. Eddie pushed his weight off of you and undid his pants and his baggy sweater. You could tell he was nervous about his size but that didn’t matter to you.

Eddie positioned himself between your legs and entered inside you. You eagerly adjusted your hips to his waist and moaned, feeling him inside you. “Don’t worry you’re just right” you mumbled wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie's pace was slow and aching. You whimper feeling him stroke your walls. Eddie pressed your wrist down and pushed into you harder.

You were taken aback by his roughness but it felt even more animalistic. You gasp feeling him thrust harder into your core. “Am I hurting you?” Eddie slowed his pace. “Keep going” you breathed. Eddie leaned down and licked and nibbled at your ear. “I’m not stopping until you cum” he breathed, his voice turned into not Edward but someone you knew as the riddler.

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b1mbodoll · 7 months

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i just think the concept of catwoman! yunjin is very 🤤

pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader

warnings: blood + marking + blindfolds

💌: moon..what if i…. ate you ? yum yum yum mmm moonie baby for dinner everyone enjoy 😋🍽️

catwoman! yunjin who accidentally falls for civilian! reader 🫢 she just so happens to always be there whenever somethin happens to you.. keeps tabs on u all the time to make sure ur safe bc she’s absolutely infatuated with u ☹️ calls u her pet n lightly traces ur tender skin with her claws <3 sometimes she draws blood n feels terrible afterwards but it kinda turns her on bc its like there’s a lil reminder of her on u <3

catwoman yj is impulsive n cant help but do whatever she wants to u 😵‍💫 she lives for all kinds of sensory play but her fave def has to be blindfolding !!!!! her cunt drips when you moan n gasp as she touches you, the blindfold keeping you from watching what she’s gna do next n each llittle graze of her knuckles or drag of her claws makes you hiss, pussy clenching around nothing n reminding u that ur incredibly empty :(

#sorry i wanted it to be catwomanish fr but #edible hit and catwoman yj smut thoughts… they took over #♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweethearts #my moon ☪︎#huh yunjin #le sserafim #huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin smut #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim smut #💌.blood #💌.blindfolds

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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I can't decide if I want Bruce or Selina more akdkajska IMAGINE A THREEWAY WITH THEM?

ANON STOP IT I'M-

There is no way you'd even have to choose, those two are notorious for their swinging tendencies. All of Gotham knows they prowl about waiting for their next victim to take to bed.

You'd be at a wayne foundation charity gala, hanging out near a bar because it's really not your scene, and as you take a sip of your drink it's Selina who approaches you. Her and Bruce have their roles pre-prepared: she lures you in, and Bruce is the one who finalises the catch.

With her fliratious purrs and pawing, and Bruce's suave charming nature, by the end of the night you're in a broom closet with the two of them. Selina's behind you, lapping at the shell of your ear & nibbling at the skin of your neck, guiding your fingers to rub her swollen clit as Bruce fucks you from the front, swallowing your moans with his mouth

just- aaaaaaaaaaah I NEED THEM I NEED THEM SO BAD

#bruce wayne x reader #selina kyle x reader #bruce wayne smut #selina kyle smut #bruce wayne x selina kyle #batcat #catwoman #batman x reader #catwoman x reader #batcat smut

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 || 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘺“

Inspo: Måneskin - For Your Love

Pairing: Rocker!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader

Summary: Yelena takes an immediate liking from onstage and decides to give you a one on one experience.

Warnings: Slight dub-con, strap-on, degradation kink, body worshipping, praise kink, daddy kink, corruption kink, and dumbification.

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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Tonight was the night you had been waiting months for. Ever since the Thunderbolts announced their tour and that they would be coming through your town, so you had bought tickets for yourself and your friends. And finally, after months of waiting, the time had come and you were finally standing at the front of the crowd, waiting eagerly for the sight of any member of the Thunderbolts.

Some time ago, your friends left to go to the merch table and see what they were selling and then likely grab drinks. While you stood here alone, a beaming excited smile on your lips as you waited. Your body was practically vibrating from the pure excitement running through your body. All of it building up to the moment you would finally see Yelena. The lead singer of the Thunderbolts and your personal celebrity crush.

She had been one of the founding members of the Thunderbolts. She along with Baron, Walker, Starr, and Thunderbolt Ross. They had shot to the top of the charts across the world, even topping the Avengers in sales and overall fanbase. But before that, you fell in love with the small snippets of music Yelena had posted on her social media in the past. Some random pieces that she had been working on. Then she did a song with the Avengers and then from there, you’ve been a fan ever since.

But tonight, all of that was finally starting to mean something as the lights started fading out. The crowd around you started to scream, you along with them. The thought of your friends returning getting lost within the low hum of a guitar amp. Then came the low strum of the bass guitar, who you knew was Walker, as the stage lights began to sound. A red glow formed on the stage as you could start making out the figures located across the stage.

At the edge of the stage, you were greeted by Yelena who stared out at the ocean of people with a dark look in her eyes. The black mascara around her eyes gave off the aesthetic the bad strove towards. “I feel the heat up, uh, I feel the beat of drums. Call the police, I'll do it, they've stolen all my fun. I'm breaking free, but I'm stuck in a police car.”

Nights you spent watching their live performances or even scrolled past them on your Instagram, you never thought they would be this electric in person. How they just jumped across the stage like maniacs and Yelena stomped her feet to the beat of the song. It was all enthralling and exactly what you hoped for it to be.

What you hadn’t expected was for Yelena to look directly at you. You felt the air be knocked free from your lungs your screams came to halt. You could do nothing but stare up at the woman like she was some sort of goddess. And Yelena smiled down at you with something else in her eyes. You were too taken aback by the smile to even realize the extra implications of the action.

For a good chunk of the concert, you stood there dancing and singing the lyrics. Ever so occasionally, you met Yelena’s gaze, always getting a flash of that flirty smile you had seen all over the internet. It left your legs untrustworthy considering you were now on the receiving end of these smiles.

If things couldn’t have gotten any worse, your favourite song off their album was beginning to play and you could feel the butterflies rising in your stomach. That beautiful electric guitar filled the open air with the drums coming in quickly after.

“I wanna be the first girl you look at tonight.” Yelena’s haunting voice boomed from the speakers. But her eyes were still fixated on you. Freezing you to the ground as you stared up at her with awe. “I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild. I wanna drive you 'til the morning light and. I wanna leave you alone in the middle of the night. I wanna be a good man and see you smile.”

She crawled to the edge of the stage, sitting right in front of you. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she moved her hand through the fans that sought her approval just as much as you. But she cupped your jaw softly and grinned. “And I wanna swim between your thighs. I wanna fuck you 'til you scream and cry. I wanna hold you in my arms tonight.”

Just as fast as her warm touch had graced your skin, it was gone with her moving across the stage singing. Only leaving you to stare at the woman with your mouth suddenly dry and a copious amount of heat radiating from between your legs.

And it carried on like that for the rest of the show until the Thunderbolts walked off stage with people starting to filter out of the venue. You constantly glanced back at the stage, hoping to catch Yelena’s gaze one more time. But you never saw her, so you followed the crowd of the venue.

But halfway out, a large tall man with a grizzly beard caught your arm. “Yelena wants to meet you.” The statement alone caused your heart to get caught in your throat with your lips parting to speak. But nothing came out.

So, you only nodded and allowed the man to escort you to the back. Walking down the rather plain hallways, taking short turns and soon you stood outside of what you guess was the lead singer's dressing room. The man knocked, pausing for a moment until Yelena’s voice could be heard on the other end saying, “Come in.”

The door slowly opened, your eyes wide finding the singer sitting on a couch with a cigarette heavy between her index and middle finger. Her eyes found yours and she smiled instantly. “Hello, doll,” she greeted. “Thanks, Bucky. That’ll be all.”

The man, Bucky, nodded before walking away, shutting the door behind you once you entered hesitantly. Cigarette smoke created a slight fog in the room but never made you keep your eyes off Yelena. There had been a time when you thought about what you would say to the woman. But now, you were lost for words now that you had been thrown into this sudden situation.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Yelena asked, freeing you from your inner panic as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Providing a shy smile, you nodded. “It was amazing. I’d been dreaming to see you guys live,” you stated. “Thanks for making my year.”

Yelena grinned at that, dabbing the end of her cigarette in the ashtray. “I’m glad I could do so,” she said. “Probably the best show we’ve done in this last bit of the tour.”

“You guys are doing the world tour right after, right?” You wondered. “I can’t imagine what type of exhaustion you must feel. I would probably tap out after 5 shows.” You laughed softly, surprised to hear the woman laugh, nodding in agreement.

Her eyes were still focused on you, adoring the way you seemed to be relaxing in her presence. Most people would’ve been praising her and the others like they were gods. Not that she minded, but you were so calm and it honestly surprised her.

“Come have a seat.” The Russian patted the open spot on the couch, only heightening your nerves that you had done a good job hiding.

But you swallowed your fears and walked over. Sitting down next to the woman, who propped her arm on the back of the couch and faced you. A soft smile rested on her lips as you shifted in your seat, trying to not let on that you were currently screaming inside your head.

“You looked beautiful tonight.”

Yelena’s words had your eyes widening, mouth ajar as you stared at her. Unable to comprehend such a compliment from a beautiful woman, such as herself. Her white wife beater, showed off enough of her tattoos that were hidden under the leather jacket she wore. The leather pants flush with her supple thighs that you had shamelessly wondered what it would be like to be between. Then was the short blonde hair that looked incredible on her. You remember when she had her long hair before she chopped it. Both looked incredible on her, but you loved this new look.

It was all a little fantasy of yours. Nothing more.

“Thank you.” Your squeaky response earned a devious grin from the woman who placed her cigarette in the ashtray.

“I mean it,” she added. “I mean, look at you.”

Without so much as a warning, Yelena softly grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You yelped, hands finding their place on her shoulders as you stared down at her. Now straddling her as she grinned in amusement, eyes glossing your figure up and close.

You couldn’t get a word out, incredibly nervous and rather embarrassed. But Yelena seemed far more pleased and happy to see you like this. Hands resting on your hips with her thumbs carefully lifting the hem of your shirt. Allowing her a glimpse at your skin that she had wanted to feel since she saw you in the crowd.

“Y-Yelena- We can’t do this.”

Yelena grinned in amusement, looking up from your stomach and to your eyes. “What do you think we’re doing, doll?” The question only embarrassed you more, turning your head to try and hide your rosier face. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

You gasped when Yelena cupped your heat. A shudder runs through your body as you let out a whimper. Fingers tensed around the singer’s shoulders as she smiled in amusement. Despite the denim dividing her from what she’s been craving throughout the night, she could still feel the heat that radiated from you. And as her fingers rubbed softly, eliciting those cute noises from your mouth, she could start to feel the faintest dampness appear.

She cooed at you like you were nothing but a baby. “Come on, slut. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you haven’t thought of me fucking you like the sweet little girl I know you are.” The hold she had on you was inescapable. Her touch is being chased with your hips moving involuntarily as your fingers softly scratched at the hairs at the nape of her neck.

“I want it,” you breathed, eyes having become heavy as you allowed yourself to swim in the pleasure. “I want you, Yelena.”

Yelena bit her bottom lip, even though you seemed sure of yourself, she could still hear the hesitance in your voice. It was rather adorable. But she hummed in approval. “You can call me daddy, doll.”

“D-Daddy!” You cried hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. For around an hour, you had been fucked and abused like a toy. Yelena never seemed satisfied with what she got from you, so here you were. Lying on the couch that was soaked in your arousal that dripped down inside of your thighs. With Yelena sitting between your legs, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead as she fucked you mercilessly with her bright red strap-on.

Yelena’s nails cut deep in your hips. Blood has poked through the tiny gashes she’s caused, but she never stopped. Her hips pounded against yours and broke you further as your thoughts began to slip away. Being replaced with the pleasure gifted to you by her ruthless desire.

And she noticed this by your lips parting and eyes rolling back. A build-up of spit slid out the corner of your mouth as your body shook with each thrust. When she had been on stage, she had instantly had the thought of corrupting you. Turning you into her own personal toy that she could use to release some frustration or get the release she wanted. And seeing you now, it was fucking beautiful. The sight alone could be enough to bring Yelena to the precipice of her orgasm.

But she held it off. Opting to grin widely at the state she had put you in. “Such a good slut taking my cock,” she groaned. “I’m going to have so much fun bringing you on tour, doll.”

If your mind wasn’t so fucked out, maybe you would’ve been overjoyed by the news. But you were so lost that nothing could come out besides choked moans. Body continuing to tense and walls clamping around the fake cock as she made the addition of her finger rubbing harsh circles into your clit.

Your voice was hoarse as you attempted to plead, only coming out as choked whimpers and mewls. Yelena could already see what you were trying to tell her judging by the way your body shook and legs began to shake. “Come on, baby girl. Come for me.”

With the order, you let go and were propelled into the stratosphere. Mind going white as your body arched off the couch with a scream. Hips bucking wildly as Yelena smiled in amusement at the reaction. Continuing to fuck you through the orgasm, prolonging the experience until you were panting and gasping for air.

But when you felt her begin to rock her hips, your hands shot forward to her chest. Shaking your head with whimpers. Yelena smiled softly, removing your hands and pressing kisses to the back of your hands. “I know, sweetheart. But give me one more. Be my good girl.”

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sketchfanda · 3 months

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Kirishima's Mystique:Cat on the Prowl

Sometimes Kirishima had to wonder if it was a little much to ask for just one patrol in the twilight evening times to be just a bit more quiet? Oh he was all on board to ensure the safety of the public and all that but it’d be nice to have one night go smooth and peaceful as possible then head home to enjoy a little bit of R&R quality time with his two favourite girls in the world. But such was the life of a pro hero, one way or another especially when Murphy’s Law would come out of nowhere with a Diamond Cutter like the bitch it was. Case in point being his current situation.

Seemed someone had decided to break into a museum of all place and try to pilfer God only knows what was inside it. Given all the art work and artefacts inside that were worth anywhere between six figures to enough to have you set for life, on top of the security? Hey least it wasn’t some dumb ass protestor trying to make some moronic statement by glueing themselves to a painting and try to deface it but I digress. Back with our hardheaded red-head and what was going on with him at this very moment.

That being him currently pursuing the thief in question who was quite the slippery and tricky rascal to say the least they leapt across rooftops in manners that would make professional parkour artists green with envy. Pretty impressive given the no doubt heavy amount of loot they had to be carrying but he was nothing if not determined to see the perpetrator caught. From what could be gleamed of their appearance, they seemed to be a feline person or wearing feline themed suit of sorts, a literal cat burglar? Someone had quite a sense of humour to them.

After minutes of relentless pursuit he saw his elusiva quarry cease running no doubt assuming they'd lost any opposition as they parked on a flat rooftop up on a high rise, the sturdy himbo using his quirk to advantage. Clawed styled fingers piercing the solid concrete as he scaled and climbed up to find his target sitting atop a ventilation shaft duct, no doubt catching their breath and making a quick check and count of their loot. From what he could see of their backside, it was definitely a woman as he carefully made his way towards her to swiftly take her down and subdue her. A slight purr from her throat as she held up a diamond between her fingers, catching his reflection in it as she dropped it back into her bag of stolen goods and stood up turning around to face him.

Suffice to say Kirishima was momentarily stunned to find this literal cat burglar was none other than Selina Kyle, THE one and only infamous CatWoman of Gotham herself. Her toned curvy figure contained within and highlighted by a skintight black and leather latex ensemble that Midnight herself would approve of very much. The sensual mature thief grinning like well, a cat that found herself a little mouse to play as she took her zipper at the top of her collar and slid it down oh so, very slowly. Inches of rich smooth caramel tanned skin and cleavage and a smooth set of abdominals revealed as the front of her outfit became undone and exposed right before his crimson eyes as she sensually licked her lips and reached in with take out her trademark whip.

Catwoman:”Well well, figures I’d run into one of the locals, can’t expect to to anywhere in Japan and not meet a cape and mask type when prowling. Especially a cute slab of meat like you….”*Sensually licking her lips as she began her infamous teasing and flirting routine, wrapping her whip around herself like it was a feather boa. Sensually purring as she radiated a sexual charisma and charm on par with Midnight herself as she eyed Kirishima with a hunger and thirst. She had to say compared to a certain pointy eared on and off gentleman of hers back stateside, the Red Riot wasn’t half bad. Taking delight in the awkwardness he was no doubt feeling at such attention and interest from a mature older woman like herself.* “Come on now handsome, mind looking the other way and letting me walk off with my gains? I’ll make it worth your while…”

Kirishima*Shakes his head to regain focus as he looked at the literal cat burglar with determination, sure she was a tease but he was used to such saucy flirting given his experience especially with a pair of girlfriends like Mina and Maya. He would not be swayed by her admittedly stunning good looks and pornographic body, no sir!!* “can’t do that ma’am, I got take you in or at least take back what you stole!! Now we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way…and we both know it’s obvious you’re going for the hard way!!” *indeed Selina flashed a coy smile as she began lashing out some strikes on the air and ground, making clear that if that’s the way it was to be? Hard way it was as he activated his quirk, the young future pro and infamous thief moved in to clash.*

Selina of course had hoped it would be easy but seems tonight wasn’t her lucky night, pouting adorably as she found herself pinned back flat on the ground. Her whip a few feet from her grasp along with her belt for her tools and equipment as Kirishima had her in her clutches. Just her luck that she had encounter a guy with strength and durability on par with Killer Croc but she had to say, up close like this? Not only was he a looker but god damn those muscles, she coild grind cheese in those abs….it was making her feel turned on.

Selina:*Deciding to play an ace up her sleeve as she began flashing the pull eyes or rsther the kitty eyes, with the pout to match.* “Awww come on tough guy, it’s my first time and offence here in Japan, how about you let me go and you take the loot? Better yet you let me keep half? I’ll make it worth your while….”*She knew it was a long shot but honestly he was rather hoping for something else besides bribing this guy, not that he seemed the type for it, virtue was as distinct as this guy’s gym body. If anything she was going for a nice bit of erotic action, it’d been quite a long dry spell for her to a degree that toys and her own fingers wouldn’t cut it. And she always was a sucker for angelfaces with the musculature of Greek gods.*

Kirishima:*Slight blush on his face aside, he was handling Selina’s flirting and persuasion well as can be.*”Can’t do that ma’am, just wouldn’t sit right with me….”*Selina couldn’t help but feel a giddy tingle with anticipation, the moral compass boyscouts were always a turn on for her. A sensual smile on her face as she found those blood red eyes of his unable to look away from her still exposed torso from having unzipped her suit. Her tits inches away from slipping out to expose themselves as she sensually licked her lips sensing he was getting as turned on as she was, seems her boy scout had a thing for girls like herself, oh if she only knew how right she was.*

Sensing opportunity presenting itself, the seductive thief managed to move her legs out from under him to wrap around them around his waist. Pulling him in close as she freed her arms from his grasp to wrap them around his shoulders and press her lips to his as she ambushed him with a passionate, tongue fuelled French kiss. Taking advantage of his sudden shock and surprise to roll around so that she now laid atop him, straddling his wait as she deepened her liplock. Soon breaking for air with strands of saliva between them as she sat up, looking at him with a sensual gaze as she landed softly, shuddering with delight at the look in his eyes as she began to peel off her suit.

Her luscious, firm tits now flashed before his eyes in all their naked glory as she pried her upper torso out of thst skintight leather and latex, skin glistening with sweat. The feline themed crook caressing his muscles as she traced and memorised those firm cut abs and pecs, oohing and aweing with delight as her ass felt a very distinct bulge bumping against it, seemed this himbo had the package to go along with that physique. Shifting and adjusting her position as she trapped his head between her thighs, she may not have been Mina or Maya or even Mirko but she definitely had some good ones on her as she parked her booty on his face. While she found herself before his crotch, undoing the belt and fly as she was eager to play with the treasure contained within.

But to say she was shocked and surprised was an understatement as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at seeing that exposed erect slab of manhood before her. The absolute length and girth before her leaving the sexy thief at a rare loss for words, switches in her brain being flipped as she found herself grasping and squeezing that cock. Like some primal instincts reached out to her inner feline telling her to go all in on going all the way with this absolute unit of an alpha male as she commenced with performing fellation. Licking and sucking on that cock as inches of his meat filled her mouth, giving her an oral preview of what awaited her pussy.

Speaking of which, Kirishima had figured the con-woman was trying to play him for a sap, using her feminine wiles on what she figured to be some naive cherry virgin boy. As he grasped that leather and latex clad booty, teeth latching onto the fly of her outfit's zipper to bring down lower. Exposing her slit and anal pucker before him as Selina widened her jade green cat-like eyes at suddenly feeling the sturdy himbo return fire with a little oral assault of his own. And she had to say, he sure as hell knew how to eat a pussy out!!

Now Selina was no stranger to sex, mind you and she'd been with her share of men and women alike. But she never imagined she'd find the tables turned on her like this and she had to say, she was liking it a lot!! After an intense, sloppy 69 session, it wasn't long before they were both naked, the seductive tease of a thief's cowl, goggles and boots all she had still on her as she found herself taking it doggy or rather kitty style as this young buck of a man mountain fucked her deep and hard. Arms and legs shaky as her jiggling, slutty ass stuck in the air, shaking with every impact of that shaft and those heavy balls smacking her clit before she found herself flat on the floor as he plowed her prone bone.

It wasn't often the infamous Catwoman found herself dominated sexually but Kirishima was showing himself to be quite a young man full of surprises. The rooftop aloud with the echoes of skin slapping sex and cries of passion and ecstasy as orgasms rocked her world one after another. And did he have stamina to spare, to say nothing of his little quirk trick and could he be assertive and abrasive!! It was a turn-on, that was for sure.

But of course the difference in momentum and skill of course wound up being in Kirishima's favour, as he held Selina's luscious hips while she bounced and rode on his cock cowgirl style, her tits bouncing hypnotically as her usually coy face wore an expression that made it clear her brain was numb with pleasure. Before she went limp as a ragdoll as she and the sturdy chivalrous himbo came together simultaneously, a baker's dozen worth of hot, white baby batter pumping and flooding into her womb. The feline afficianado gently laid down on the cool, smooth rooftop surface, a well fucked and satisfied smile on her face and a belly full of cum as Kirishima decided to call this erotic duel a draw. Taking back and returning her stolen goods, after getting his clothes back on of course while maybe hoping the authorities would find her here and secure her arrest..and maybe maintain her dignity.

Of course the tricky thief managed to elude capture but opted to lay low of course until any heat died down. Not that she minded of course, after a lay like that. Now she had herself a new hobby and boytoy to play with, as Kirishima somehow found his phone getting an unknown number sending him a few lewd texts and pictures not long after that hot rooftop encounter evening. Among them being a nude pic from Selina showing off her dumptruck ass while wearing little more than cat ears, jewellery and some thigh high boots.

Not to mention for some reason, the Catwoman always left a date, time and place, as if leaving hints for when and where she might strike next and where he could find her for a rematch. Naturally Mina and Maya found out and oooh was their teasing and flirting relentless especially when they insisted on wanting to help him out with "dealing" with that hot piece of kitty ass. Yeah once again Kirishima really wondered what it would take to just have a normal, peaceful patrol that didn't wind up with him somehow getting a female crook sexually addicted to him. Then again it wasn't always so bad.....right?

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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can i request Selina kyle and female!reader smut with “i missed you” “show me” please

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

Word count: 800 words

Outline: Reuniting with your ex-girlfriend at the club she works at.

Warnings: weed mention,swearing, bodily fluids, switch reader, scissoring, fingering.

Author’s Note: My first piece since october T_T. This was so fun to write, I always love Selina and thank you for sending me this request!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Selina Kyle MasterList

"I missed you, baby."

"Course you did. Show me."

You whine, a little cry evident on the tone of your voice as her autorotative tone in combination with her teasing, taking a few steps back into the room has you following her blindly.

Like a little bitch in heat.

Her bitch.

And she is the only one who can quench your thirst, who only ever could have you come undone with just the way she looked at you. Her black dark eyes pierced right into your soul and ignited a fire like no other. Nobody else could ever even compare to even her smoothest touch.

She falls backward on the red leather couch of the club, her short leather skirt riding up her thighs while she is crossing her legs and smirking at you. Her outfit is completed by a pair of combat boots (and you remember how she liked pushing your body with them and how once you even had humped till it turned your brain into mush.) Her short bralette is adorned with a diamond necklace that's falling inside it and you can't wait to find out what ornament it has.

Momentarily you are thanking the world for private rooms in rich clubs like these. Not that random people watching the pair of you would ever turn you shy. You have never been anything more than just her little puppet. In fact you wanted everyone to know who owned your pussy like that.

You climb on her lap, knees pushing in the couch and her expression remains unfazed. A hint of weed is evident on you breath as you lean down and gently kiss her lips. Soft and tender. Like a hello and a promise. She responds by groaning softly against your lips, muttering a 'you can do more than this, I thought you missed me, princess.'

That's pretty much all you needed, you crushed her lips once more with yours, pushing your tongue inside and wrapping her head with your hands. Each kiss getting deeper than the previous one, your body naturally grinding against hers as her hands are wrapping around your waist pushing you closer to her.

She liked you like this.

Desperate and eager.

She had missed you. More than she would ever show.

But you were back now, and you weren't planning on ever leaving again. Gotham be damned. She was your home. Selina was your compass in this world and you'd do wherever she'd go.

Your hands begin to wander down between your bodies, searching for more friction and you are adjusting your legs so you can wind up her skirt only to be met with bare skin.

You push back to look at her as your fingers are reaching her core and she only smirks at you.

"Kicked them out when I saw you enter the club. Must be somewhere."

You want to growl to devour her right here and there to absolutely eat her out until she begs you to stop.

And so your proceed.

Your finger gets mixed with her slickness and she lets out a moan as you push it inside her, your thumb reaching for her clit. Ready, open, always for you. You want to devour her, to pleasure her, to make her feel like the goddess that she is.

You don't how fast you are pushing your pants and underwear and boots away, speed is unmatched as you need to feel her pussy against yours. Both your favorite position. Burning core on the burning core. You push one leg on her side bringing her almost below you. Something that was rare for the pair of you. Selina preferred doming but she loved it when you took control. Primal and feral like she always made you feel.

"Fuck, yeah!" She groans as grips your thigh, the need to finish getting stronger, your brains getting hazy. "Fuck me, baby. Show me how good are. My pussy is all yours, come on."

Her words are fuel to your heart and you start grinding on her as if your life depended on it. Bodies burning as slick on slick becomes messy, and your hand is gripping her bralette pushing her down on the couch, taking everything that you need from her.

Breaths and moans are getting louder as a repeat of 'please, please' is heard from her lips followed by you cursing her perfect pretty pussy and soon enough you are reaching the light. Your heads falling back, as both your eyes whiten, the pleasure getting too much. The hunger is almost satisfied for now. Electrifying and completely spent, wrapped all in one.

Once you both catch your breaths, you will be tossing her around ready to eat her the way she always liked you too.

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pixie-nymph · 1 year

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Riddle me this:

NSFW

EDWARD NASHTON x F! READER (you’re catwoman lol)

Okay this is my first post here lol please bear with me idk how to navigate everything 😭

Also yea I know the story is a bit cringe I got carried away lmfao

Plot: you are catwoman and you find yourself conflicted as to who your true enemies really are when you fall right into the lap of the most notorious serial killer in gotham

Warnings!!: 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI, riddlerxreader, smut, violence, mentioning of blood/bruises, maledom?, powerplay, suggested femdom, violent language, mentioning of gun use, unprotected sex, suggested overstim, enemies to lovers kinda??

Word count 11k (11139, its a juicy one )

The rain poured down down in a thick, almost suffocating way. Clouds glooming over gotham, coating the city in a dark layer of doom once again.

The city has been in chaos. A masked vigilante similar to you, was roaming the streets, yet he was more arrogant and self righteous. The Batman. People would call him. You were only doing this for a couple of weeks now. Saving people and especially animals was a hidden passion of yours. All those years hiding in your apartment just watching how the city was falling apart. You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to take matters into your own hands. And if Bat Boy could do it, so could you. Tonight was a quiet one.

You were standing in the tower on 21st, looking for your next hustle. The next person in need. The next stray to pick up and take home.

A sudden noise made you turn on your heels, ducking down almost grinding your nails into the concrete pillar.

“Bad kitty” a deep husky voice coming from the back of the roof. Barely noticeable. “Tsk tsk tsk"

You jolt up trying to squint your eyes to further investigate the darkness.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with fire?” the voice started to get closer, louder.

Thick, heavy boots made their way to you, dragging the wetness from outside over the hard concrete floor.

“Who’s there?” You yelled, still not being able to make out the figure who was now barely a couple feet away from you.

“Here’s a Riddle for you.” His voice darkened, “I am one with one to spare, lest I lose eight. I'm not a number. What am I?”

Suddenly it became clear who was standing in the tower with you. Your heart started to pound out of your chest, almost as if it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Riddler” you stuttered, mostly whispering it to yourself.

“Wrong aaanswer.” He chuckled. He was finally close enough so you could make out his figure. A thick dark mask covering his head. The translucent glasses sitting on top of it, adorned in raindrops which were trickling down the thick green vinyl covering his entirety.

Your eyes widened.

In one swift motion you tried pouncing at him, but he had other plans. Stopping you in your tracks, he held what it seemed like a detonator up into the air.

“I wouldn’t go any further.” He threatened, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“What did you do?” You exclaimed.

“Just a little surprise for your cats at home.” His mask moving ever so slightly, told you that he was grinning underneath it.

Tears started streaming down your face, soaking your own cloth mask. The costume you had sewn yourself in the middle of your living room, surrounded by your flock of felines, suddenly felt tight. Suffocating your whimpers, you wiped the tears away. “Don’t fuck with my cats.” You said sternly.

You took every ounce of courage you had and tried to grab the detonator out of his left hand. Yet he stopped you once again in your tracks, grabbing your throat, firmly holding you in place, lifting you up from the ground. You grabbed his arm, digging your claws into the thick sleeve of his coat, trying to scratch away at his hand around your throat.

“You really need to control your emotions better, miss kitty.” He snarled at you, tightening his grip.

“P-please” you managed to get out a breathy word. “Don’t hurt them” you whimpered.

“Awe look at you pleading for mercy.” His grip on your throat still tightening with every breath you took. He was way bigger in person than what he looked like on his streams. His hand almost encompassed your entire throat.

“I’d do anything please.” You shakily got out. Slowly the room spinning around you, everything turned into a haze.You felt your last bit of air escaping your lungs.

“Anything you say?”

He let go of your throat, letting your exhausted body plummet to the hard concrete floor.

You took a huge breath in, your larynx still sore from the sheer force of his hand. The room was still spinning while you tried to compose yourself.

But not too long after, two hands lifted you up from the floor, smashing your backside into the concrete pillar. The cold stone sent shivers down your spine, hitting your head ever so slightly.

His face was merely inches from yours and you still hadn’t caught your breath at all. You tried to fight him off but the lack of oxygen in your body made your attempt to wiggle out of his grasp look futile at best. His green eyes staring at you through the thick clear acrylic of his glasses.

“You’d do anything for your strays?” He growled.

Still struggling to find your voice, you nodded. Tears now streaming down your face again. You didn’t know what it was, if it was your pleading or the sheer randomness of this situation but he let go, disabling the detonator.

“You would make a great sidekick one day” he laughed.

You pushed him off of you now.

“I would never help you, you sick son of a bitch” your voice barely even there.

You jolted forward in pain, hunching over coughing your lungs out. When you looked up you suddenly were alone again. Where did he go? Should you go after him?

The cats. You jumped down the tower holding on to the steel ropes the construction workers had attached to the scaffolding. Hitting the ground with barely any noise you ran to the back of the building and hopped onto your bike. Surely you must have ran a thousand stop signs on your way home and almost crashed into a semi turning to the corner of your street.

Rushing up your apartment you stopped at the door. What if he wired the place? You turned the knob ever so slightly. No other mechanical noises. Opening the door ever so slightly one of your cats already pushed its way out into the hallway. You kneeled down and petted his head. “Oh paulie.” you cooed. “What would I do without you?” You now opened the door to your apartment. Nothing seemed out of place. Only a singular rose adorning your coffee table standing in the middle of your apartment.

“A cat.” Read the note. The answer to his riddle. 9 lives. Of course.

You turned around frantically, scanning the apartment for clues or traps. Nothing. The coast was clear. You tore the mask off your head and let yourself plop down onto your couch, leaning your head back. Your throat ached, your body drenched in adrenaline sweat and rain. Paulie sat down on your lap knowing he couldn’t be there for long. You needed a long warm shower after this hell of a night.

Shortly after stepping out of the bathroom you fed the cats and flopped into bed. You gripped onto your sheets, the cats crawling into bed with you. What if he comes back? Was the last thought before you drifted off to sleep.

Days went by. Nothing. Still nothing. You never heard of him again. The occasional news channel broadcasting his streams would send shivers down your spine. He could have killed you right then and there. Why didn’t he?

You fought off the occasional robber, predator or drug dealer. Nothing too hot. You wanted to help people, not just aimlessly getting yourself in trouble. This time though, it seemed like you bit off more than you can chew.

It was Friday night and you sat down in your favourite bar. Just enjoying your drink while simultaneously scanning the crowds. You noticed the TV. They were broadcasting him again.

“Hey vinnie can you turn it up a bit?” You asked the bartender.

“Sure thing y/n” he went to grab the remote.

“Everyone will find out what kind of city gotham really is. This great deal of change? Change? The only real change is happening behind the main stage.”

His words ever so slightly muffled by the mask. The thick, green vinyl mask. You instinctively put your hand on your throat. The bruises still adorning your skin ever so slightly.

“In these trying times, just remember. Your loved ones are only a phone call away.”

With that the picture cut out and it was back to normal broadcasting.

Suddenly your cell phone started to ring, almost causing you to spill your drink over the entire bar.

Fishing for your phone in your purse you finally got ahold of it. “Unknown caller ID” the big bold letters staring at you.

Shakily you accepted the call.

“Hello Kitty.” A familiar voice echoing through the speaker.

“How did you get my-“ he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about that right now. How about you come help me with a task?”

“Help you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You hissed through the phone, already gathering your things, making your way outside.

“Its a juicy one, what do you say?” He teased you.

“I told you I wouldn’t help you.” Your voice was shaking.

“Fine, then how about you help your batty little boyfriend?” He laughed.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Once again your tone was sharp and stern.

“Fine by me. Just let him die with all the drop heads in the building then.” The call disconnected. Fuck.

As much as you couldn’t stand Batman, the drops rings were getting out of control and you wanted to get to the bottom of it. How would you even know where to go? The iceberg lounge. Would it be worth the risk going back there? You waited tables there not too long ago but quit once you felt like things were getting out of hand. Waitresses disappearing only to turn back up dead in alleyways. You had to go. Jumping on your bike you raced there, quickly changing into your suit next to the back entrance.

Now or never. You opened the door ever so slightly to take a peek at what was going on. The club was..empty? Only the music blaring loud as always. What was this some kind of sick joke of his? Suddenly you heard loud metal clanking coming from inside. You pushed your way inside, staying in the dark corners of the hallway. Apparently not dark enough.

“I got one” a tall man grabbed you from behind, yelling out into the room, the music muffling his tone.

“Huh would you look at that.” The music stopped. A familiar voice filled up the room. “These goddamn vigilantes are ruining the business.” A man snarled.

“Put her with the other one.” You tried to wiggle out of the mans grasp but soon he had a pistol pointed at your neck, pushing it into your skin.

“Let me go” you hissed.

“Oh we got a fiesty one” the man growled.

“Show her to me Giovanni.” The man dragged you into the middle of the room, dim spotlights only showing you so much. The penguin. His gold tooth gave him away in an instant.

“Pretty little thing. What could we do with this one?” He said in a dark tone, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You spat at him, earning a slap across the face not long after.

“Take that bitch away.” He snarled. “Throw her with the other one.” Batman must be here too then.

The man guided you harshly to another room within the establishment. A cellar room with almost no lighting. He threw you onto the cold stone floor.

“Don’t even try to escape.” He threatened you shortly after slamming the door. You tried banging against the door, trying to get it to open. Not a chance.

“Don’t waste your breath.” You heard a dark voice, echoing through the room. “Hello?” You stuttered. No one seemed to be in here with you.

“I’m in the next room.” The vent on your left side. You finally noticed where the noise came from. Sliding across the floor you dug your nails behind the dusty metal, ripping it off the wall, peeking through the hole in the wall. Batman.

“How did they get you?” You asked sheepishly.

“They threatened to kill the mayor’s son. This drops shit is getting out of hand. They will do anything to stay in the business.” He scoffed.

“But what have we got to do with all of this?” You asked.

“We go after bad guys that work for them, go figure.” He ridiculed you.

“How are we gonna get out of here?” You asked, your tone growing more concerned.

“Worry about yourself sweetheart.” He scoffed again. What an asshole. Suddenly the sprinklers activated.

“Oh what the fuck.” You yelled. With no detectable drainage anywhere the room was filling up fairly quickly with water. Soon it was pooling around your ankles. It stopped.

“Are you gonna fucking drown us??” You yelled out. No answer.

“Calm down. They’re trying to toy with us so we back off.” Batman said in his familiar dark voice.

You scoffed. What an asshole.

This spiel went on for hours. Soon the room was filled up to your thighs. The water felt ice cold around your legs and there was no leverage to hold on to to escape it. Standing up for hours in freezing cold water wore you out pretty quickly. It must have been the middle of the night. You leaned your back against the wall hoping it would be over soon. After what seemed like an eternity, the door flung open, draining the water out of the room, tearing you down with the current. Exhausted you laid on the wet floor when two sets of arms pulled you up and carelessly dragged you into another room. You were abruptly thrown onto a chair, your hands tied behind your back, your ankles tied to the legs. The men stood next to you awaiting the next person to join them. To your surprise, two people entered the room, one more familiar than the other. No. It couldn’t be.

“Missed me?” You heard the familiar muffled voice through the thick vinyl of his mask.

“Oh you two have been acquainted?” The penguin asked curiously. The penguin and the riddler? What sense does this all make?

“We ran into each other once or twice.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him.

“What now boss?” One of the strange men next to you asked.

“Well we’re gonna make her purr don’t you think?” The penguin turned his head to the riddler. He nodded in agreement.

One of the men next to you slapped you across the face.

“Who do you work for? The city? The mayor?” The penguin hissed.

"Nobody." You scoffed, spitting blood out of your mouth.”

“You’re telling me you don’t work with the cops?” The Penguin scoffed.

“No you old bastar-“ another hit to your face, this time with the back of a gun, splitting open the skin on your forehead. You felt warm blood running down your eyebrow.

“Now explain to me this then sweetheart” the penguin took a couple steps towards you, “how does the police know about our drops shipment you so rudely interrupted last week taking out one of our men?”

Fuck. That was his man? You thought it was just some random dealer you took out.

“I- I don’t know.” You spat out blood again.

He motioned one of the guys to do something again.

The guy grabbed you from the back by the jaw and held a knife to your throat, pressing into your skin only enough to make it sting.

The riddler now formed his hands into fists.

Suddenly a loud noise echoed in the hallway making you flinch. The knife on your throat was quickly removed, almost making you think he dragged it across too fast while removing the blade, making you bleed. The penguin and his companions went out of the room to check on what it was. The Riddler stayed in the room with you. His eyes fixated on you. You glared at him as he stepped closer. “And so we meet again”

He chuckled.

“You lured me into a trap.” You snarled at him. He grabbed your jaw and pushed your head back so that you had to look up at him. Getting really close to your face again he said “You took the bait. Did you want to see me again?” He grinned. Mustering your face he frowned at your wounds. Taking a closer look at your neck he dragged his finger across your clavicle up to your chin, smearing the small amount of blood over your skin.

“Did they hurt you too bad?” He sounded concerned all of a sudden.

“I-“ suddenly shots could be heard in the hallway, illuminating the corridor for a split second before the fire stopped. The riddler rushed to the door to close and lock it. You were trapped with a psychopath. Completely helpless and tied to a chair. He seemed frantic, almost like he suddenly didn’t know what to do. He didn’t seem as confident anymore. Glancing over to you now giving you a questioning look he motioned you to stay quiet. The door flung open with a brutal amount of force and an unfamiliar armed man tried to tackle the riddler before being shot in the back by another dark figure you couldn’t quite make out.

You tried to get out of your cuffs, tearing at them, almost making your skin bleed. Riddler saw what you were trying to do and stopped you in your tracks, holding down your hands. The man entered the room and frantically asked “what about her? Let’s just kill that bitch. We need to get out of here.”

Your eyes met the riddlers and you were almost pleading for help at this point.

“No I don’t think so.” The riddler snapped back at him.

“What is wrong with you?” The man hissed at him. Taking his big rifle, he pointed it right at you.

“I’m not done with her.” The riddler snarled.

“I don’t care about your little personal agenda.” The man snarled and stormed past him to get to you. “We’re being attacked right now, lets get this over with.” The man still had his rifle pointed at you.

“I said NO.” The riddlers tone was stern and he was almost yelling when you heard the metallic cocking of a gun being loaded.

Suddenly everything went black. This was it. They shot you. You’re dead. You felt yourself falling over in the chair, your head hitting the cold and wet concrete floor.

The last thing you heard was a clanking sound from someone messing with your handcuffs.

POV change

I had been watching her for weeks. She was new to the scene and surely she must know me. I always got so excited thinking about whether she watches my streams or not. I didn’t mean to lure her into this. I only meant for her to get scared. I didn’t know the intentions of the penguin. When I thought he wanted to eradicate the vigilantes I didn’t think he would just kill them in cold blood.

I couldn’t bear to look at her in this moment. Her face beaten in. Blood adorning her skin. The bruises I left on her barely faded. The light of my desk lamp, barely illuminating the room in my apartment. After the guy tried to kill her I don’t know what happened. Something just switched within me. I had to get her out of there. No shots were fired luckily but they did bash her head in pretty hard. I just hope she wakes up soon. What if she doesn’t? I don’t know how this is going to go.

POV change

You could barely open your eyes. The headache you had was unbearable and the room was already spinning before you could even get a good look at where you were. Slowly blinking your way into the light you realized you weren’t in the cellar anymore. You were laying on something soft, yet cold. Like a leather couch. Jolting up you realized you also were not wearing your soaking wet clothes anymore, but an old giant shirt you didn’t recognise. Your head was pounding.

“Finally awake are we?” A far too familiar voice echoed through your head. No. It couldn’t be.

You looked around the room to see a dark figure in the corner of the room that wasn’t very well lit. You squint your eyes, holding your head. The blood had dried on your skin, flaking off into your hands.

“Where- where am I?” You barely managed to get out. Were you even safe here? “Am I safe?” You whimpered.

“That depends. Are you going to behave?” The dark figure asked out of the darkness of the corner. You were very sure of who he was. Being absolutely strung out and beyond exhausted from your wounds you didn’t really have much of a choice but to comply. “I don’t have much of a choice here do I?” You scoffed.

Finally he stepped into the light. “No I think you don’t.” He held a cigarette up to his mouth and took a long drag before putting it out in an ashtray on his desk. The voice matched who you were imagining but the face? No mask? No thick green vinyl and cling wrap? Only the thick framed acrylic glasses were adorning his face this time. His face.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked sheepishly.

“Now why would I let you off that easily?” His tone darkened.

“Because now I know what you look like.” You snarled.

Throwing the blanket off of you, you jolted up from the couch, trying to quickly scan the room to escape through the next door you find. Only your body had other plans. Your head was pounding so hard it made you dizzy and you managed to barely take two steps before tumbling to the ground, scattering magazines all over the floor in a weak attempt to hold onto a table.

He quickly rushed over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, ever so slightly trying to lift you up . “Are you okay?” His tone sounded extremely concerned. You pushed him off very quickly. “What the fuck is your deal, let me go.” You hissed at him. His expression changed and suddenly he seemed disappointed at the words you were throwing at him. He distanced himself. His brown locks were hanging thick onto his forehead as if he just came out of the shower. You could smell the cigarette smoke on him but also the freshness of his shower gel. You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes.

“Wha- what are you going to do with me?” You whimpered, trying to crawl backwards into a corner. You didn’t even want to imagine his next twisted, evil plan he had for you. Was he going to use you as bait? Or use you for a detonator like he did with the old mayor?

“Nothing I promise. I-“ he sighed “I just didn’t want them to kill you. I’m not done with you.” His tone got dark again.

You were holding your knees close to your body burying your face in them. The wounds on your face stung ever so slightly. He got closer to you again. You grabbed the next thing you could find, a remote control and pointed it at him.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” You threatened.

“Or what, are you gonna turn me off?” He laughed. His smile actually looked fairly nice. You never saw his mouth behind the mask. It looked kind of adorable. What? You must’ve really hit your head way too hard. The riddler? Adorable? Not in any lifetime of yours. He slowly grabbed the remote control out of your hand. “Let go, please let me explain.” He pleaded.

You hesitantly loosened your grip and he put the remote onto a table next to you.

“Listen, you’re hurt. Can I at least help you before you attack me again?” He said, now in a much softer tone. You were hurting pretty bad and again you were terrified of him. You basically had no choice but to again, comply.

“Fine.” You sniffed, wiping your nose. He put out his hand to help you up.

“After this, its back to mortal enemies I promise, I just want to fight fair.” He chuckled. You smiled. Hey stop that. He’s not funny. You slowly put your hand into his, his hand completely encompassing yours. They were huge compared to your hands. Several of your nails had broken off as well. With a swift yet controlled motion, he hoisted you up from the floor. Ashamed of the lack of clothing in your body, you tried to pull down the shirt you had on. The shirt. How did you even get into that?

“Where is my suit?” You hissed, looking up at him, tugging on the fabric adorning your body.

“Okay now, calm down, it's in the bathroom on the heater to dry. You were completely soaked.”

“You undressed me??” You yelled at him, the pressure making your head ache even more.

“You still have your underwear on, I didn’t look!!” He threw his hands up in protest. You glared at him. At this point you were so done with this bullshit of a situation.

“Okay well could I possibly get some pants?” You stared at the floor in embarrassment. Your face completely flushed at the thought that he stripped you out of your suit.

“Of course.” He tried to put a hand on your shoulder, but you pulled away. Your skin was on fire. His disposition changed once again from a compassionate smile to a disappointed frown.

“Don’t.” You put your hands out. Everything hurt and the only thing you wanted right now is to go home to your cats.

“Okay, no touching, got it.” He turned around to go to the other room. This is your chance to get out. But making a couple steps trying to be as quiet as possible you knew you wouldn’t even make it to the next block. You didn’t even know where you were. Let alone what time of day it was. You looked around the room. It looked quite messy, blueprints, sketches and little camcorders everywhere. There is was. His Mask. On his desk. You slowly walked towards it lifting your hand to touch it when a door behind you was shut.

“Hey I found some- what are you doing?” He glared at you. Your feet shuffled your weight from one to the other.

“I was just- I”

“You were trying to snoop around.” He accused you. Swiftly coming towards you, his feet heavy on the carpeted floor of his apartment, he stopped right in front of you.

His green eyes were looking down on you, you couldn’t hold eye contact whatsoever so you just looked away. His hand grabbed your jaw “Don’t. Touch. Anything. Without permission.” He spat at you through his teeth. Your eyes widened in shock and pain at the same time. Noticing that he was hurting you he let go instantly. “Sorry.” You whispered. He held out a pair of navy blue sweatpants.

“If you want to wash up, the bathroom is down the hall to the left. Yell if you need anything.” You nodded and grabbed the pants. With your legs shaking you made your way to the bathroom. His apartment was actually not half bad. A big bathtub right in the middle of the bathroom instantly caught your eye. That would be heavenly right now.

You put the sweatpants on the toilet seat and took off the shirt he put on you. Nirvana. Nice. At least he had good taste. He didn’t lie, your underwear was still completely in tact and on your body, if anything just a bit wet still. You stepped out of your panties and took off your sports bra. Or well, tried very hard to get out of it. But taking off a sports bra was a task in itself let alone a wet one. Your shoulder hurt from you hitting the ground and you just couldn’t get it off of your body. No way you were asking him for help. You were gonna die trying. You noticed a pair of hair cutting shears on his sink. This was the only solution right now. You turned on the water to fill the tub. Next to it were actually a bunch of oils and soap so you just put whatever into the water. Anything to relax now.

The water soon turned a milky purple color. You were still determined to get out of your bra. Taking the shears, you cut your bra right down the front so you could just take it off like a jacket. You threw it on the floor. The tub was almost full now so you turned off the water and slowly dipped your leg into the warm water. You had several scratches and wounds all over your body, so it stung getting into the tub. You hissed between your teeth and let your body slowly glide down into the water. You leaned your head back, quickly realizing that was a bad idea since you got dizzy straight away. Maybe a bath wasn’t the most wise thing to choose right now. You took a sponge from the edge of the tub and began lightly scrubbing off the dirt and blood off your skin, quickly turning the water into an unpleasant color.

“The towels are under the sink!” He yelled through the door making you jump.

“Uh thanks!” You yelled back. Jeez can he leave you alone already? “I think I can figure out a bathroom on my own” you mumbled to yourself.

You tried to relax your body as much as you could but given the fact you were in the apartment of the most notorious serial killer of the city right now, relaxing wasn’t really an option here. Especially with how vulnerable you still were. What would happen once you came out of the bathroom? What were his plans? Did he really think you would believe him when he said he wants to play fair? So many thoughts rushed through your head. And now you’ve seen his face. His face. His rounded cheekbones, his pink lips forming the perfect little smile and his big nose. He looked way less intimidating than you imagined. Not as.. disheveled as you thought. You let yourself soak in your thoughts for a little while longer until the water wasn’t as warm anymore. Slowly you tried lifting yourself out of the tub, groaning in pain.

“Everything okay in there?” You heard from outside the door. Jeez overbearing much?

“Yes I’m fine.” You hissed at him. Pulling the plug of the tub the dirty water started to slowly go down the drain.

You tried to hold onto anything you found for leverage. Opening the cabinet under the sink you were expecting towels. It was empty. Is he serious? Was this some kind of sick joke?

“Hey.. uhm.. Riddler?” That was the only name you knew to call him.

“Yes?” Again, coming from right outside the door.

“There are no towels.” You yelled back, your voice growing weaker the more you spoke. Your throat was still sensitive.

You heard a muffled “fuck” coming from behind the bathroom door.

“I must’ve forgotten to put them back, give me a second.” You sat down onto the bathmat. Suddenly you heard the front door open and close.

Did he just leave?

Was this an actual chance to escape now? You got up, opening the door and peeking out. At least you weren’t incredibly dizzy anymore. Nobody was there, not a noise to be heard. You slowly stepped out of the bathroom, only a lit cigarette remained in the ashtray next to the desk. The smoke fading into nothingness. You slowly made your way to the couch, grabbing the blanket and wrapping yourself up in it. You still hadn’t cleaned your face and you could smell the iron on your skin. Your feet leaving wet prints on the carpet you stepped towards what you thought to be the front door. Trying to wiggle the doorknob you noticed it was locked. Fuck. You heard steps from inside the stairwell and you hustled back to the bathroom, almost tripping on the magazines you spilled earlier. You dropped the blanket in hopes he wouldn’t notice anything and rushed back into the bathroom closing the door behind you.

The front door unlocked and he stepped back into the apartment stopping in his tracks. The footprints.

“That bitch.” He hissed. You heard his footsteps coming closer to the bathroom and the door flung open. You tried to cover anything that was possible with your hands, backing yourself into the wall.

“What the fuck were you trying to do huh?” He yelled at you, rushing towards you. You have never felt so exposed and vulnerable in your life.

“I-I’m sorry. Get OUT!” You tried not to die of embarrassment. He was out of breath, his glasses slid down his nose, his hair in a mess. Not moving back a single inch, he held up the towel to you. Never breaking eye contact, he said in his familiar dark tone “I told you we’re playing fair. Accept it or suffer the consequences.”

“Consequences?” You looked up at him, fear forming a knot in your stomach. Still being completely naked in front of him with him towering over you was terrifying.

“Yes. Now clean yourself up.” He pointed to your face and shoved the towel onto you. He whined at the sight of your injuries.

Finally being able to cover yourself you wrapped the towel around you as tightly as possible. He kept looking at you with this pained expression.

“Don’t you dare pity me now.” You spat at him. “You were the one who got me into this mess” you scoffed and moved past him towards the mirror and sink.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He looked ashamed. Glancing at you through the mirror you turned around to face him.

“Well what now? What is this? Fair play? Letting the enemy use your bathroom? A person you hate?” You sneered at him.

“No one said anything about hate.” Your brows furrowed.

“You don’t hate me?” You were seriously questioning your sanity right about now.

“No.” He stepped closer to you. Yes you now had a towel around you, yet the vulnerability remained with how he towered over you.

You backed into the sink as much as you can, not lifting your gaze for one second.

“I actually admire you. Your drive. It's astonishing, given your size.” He mocked you.

“My size??” You slapped his arm. Shocked at your action, he instinctively grabbed your wrist, making you jump. Gasping for air, you leaned back, grabbing onto your towel even harder, almost making another nail break off. You instinctively reached for the hair cutting scissors on the edge of the sink but they were swiftly ripped out of your hands by him.

“I’m sorry. Wash up now.” He just said in a cold tone. He left the bathroom. You honestly didn’t even know if this was reality anymore. Were you dreaming? If so this was definitely the time to wake up now.

You turned around to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Wow you really looked like shit. The blood dripped down your entire face. You had a cut right above your eyebrow and a little wound right on the crown of your head. Your throat was ever so slightly slit, nothing major luckily. You turned on the tap and washed your face with some cold refreshing water. The water turned a crimson color running down the drain. He must have some bandaids somewhere. You opened the cabinets yet no bandaids or anything remotely comparable. You grabbed some moisturizer and at least tended to your dry skin on your face and legs. They were pretty scratched up from being thrown around so much. You slipped into the clothes he gave you and hung up the towel. What would happen if you opened the door now? Would he tower over you again? Try to intimidate you? Fuck around and find out you thought to yourself. You slowly opened the door and slipped out into the living room. He was sitting at his desk, finishing his cigarette.

“All done?” He said without even turning around.

“Uhm yea. Do you happen to have some bandages?” You asked in a subdued tone.

He quickly turned around looking at you. Your head was still slightly bleeding.

“Come over here.” He commanded you. You slowly made your way towards the desk. “I don’t bite.” No he didn’t?

He motioned you to lean down a bit so he could get a better look at your head.

“Doesn’t look like you need stitches kitty.” He whispered. He turned back around towards his desk and opened a drawer to his righthand side, rummaging through it. It looked like a bunch of medical equipment. Did he have to stitch himself up often?

“Here.” He held up a bunch of bandages.

“Thanks.” You gladly accepted and swiftly grabbed them out of his hands, making your way back to the bathroom.

“I have a magnifying mirror right here wait.” He stopped you in your tracks, his tone still ice cold. Did you offend him? “So you can actually see what you’re doing” he followed up. He set up the mirror next to him and he went back to what he was doing.

Leaning over slightly to be able to see yourself in the mirror you opened the bandages. These were some medical grade type shit. Not just the normal type you can rip open. You looked at it a couple of times, wondering how this weird shape would adhere to your face. He noticed you struggling and chuckled.

“Never seen a bandaid before?” He mocked you.

“Of course I have…just not.. those.” You admitted they looked rather strange.

“Okay fine let me help.” He tapped on his lap. No way you were sitting on this man. You shook your head.

“Fine, I’ll just watch you struggle then.” You pouted at him. Ugh whatever. You sat on the very edge of his knee. He pulled you in a bit, making your heart skip a beat. This was all too strange. He picked up the bandaid and carefully placed it against the skin above your brow. His face was painfully close to yours. You tried not to look at him, closing your eyes.

“All done.” He tapped your thigh. You got up pretty quickly.

“So what now?” You wondered out loud. “Am I supposed to just leave and we fight each other in the morning again?” You chuckled.

“It is the morning kitty.” He pointed to his alarm clock on his desk. 6:47. How long have you been out?

“How long was I unconscious for?” You gasped.

“Just a couple hours.” He said in a cold tone turning back to what he was doing.

“Oh.. uhm..okay.” You went back to the couch. The blanket was neatly folded at the edge of it again. You grabbed it and put it over yourself.

“Why?” You looked over at him.

“Why what?” He snarled in an annoyed tone.

“Well why all this? Why did you take me with you? You could’ve let the penguin’s men finish me off.”

“ I told you I’m not done with you.” He growled. The knot formed in your stomach again. Afterall you were not at a friend's house whatsoever. You grabbed at the hem of the blanket.

“You should get some rest.” He sighed. He pointed to another room. “Okay.” You made yourself comfortable on the couch.

“No. Go to the bedroom. I want to finish my work here. I sleep on the couch.” He said.

“But-“ you started.

“Would you stop fucking protesting everything I tell you?” He hissed while hastily getting up from his chair, almost yelling the words he just said. You flinched back into the couch. Quickly processing what he just told you, you threw the blanket off of you and made your way to the other room. Opening the door, you expected everything but this. His bedroom was clean. You locked the door behind you. Almost too clean. You flopped onto the bed and just let sleep take over you. Nestling into the soft sheets you inhaled his scent a couple times before drifting off.

POV change

God she was a pain in the ass. This proves itself more difficult than I anticipated it to be. This would be my greatest work yet. I want her to want it though. I don’t want her to fuck me out of pity or fear. I need her so bad. The sheer sight of her made me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think about her in the bathroom. The way she thought she could outsmart me. Truly astonishing. I just hope she recovers fast so I can have her out of my apartment. Although deep down I kind of didn’t want her to leave. Watching her every step for weeks now has made me grow very fond of her. Her swift, calculated movements. Her mind as fast as a whip, always ahead of everyone around her. Except for me of course. No one can outdo the doer. She would hopefully catch up to that soon. I wonder what she was dreaming about in the other room. Cute that she thinks a simple door lock would keep me out of the room. Her confidence is truly something else. I shake my head, smiling about the thoughts roaming around in my head before turning off the desk lamp and making my way to the couch. The blanket smells of her. I wrap it around me and slowly drift off to sleep.

Soon I’m woken up by my bed squeaking and sheets rustling loud as ever. I hear her.

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You were laying in bed. Suddenly he hovered over you, his hands cupping the perfectly round shape of your butt grazing down the back of your thighs. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” A familiar voice whispered into your ear. You tried to push him off but soon you jolted up and snapped back to reality. What. Was. That. You breathed heavily and struggled to catch your breath.

“You okay?” The knock at the door almost gave you a heart attack. You remembered where you were.

He opened the door. Didn’t you lock it?

“Hey what the fuck did I tell you to come in?” You snapped at him pulling the sheets up to your chest.

“I heard noises I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dying in here. At least not without my doing.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” You said, completely out of breath.

“You sure? Bad dreams?” He furrowed his brows.

“Well it’s not very comfy cozy sleeping at a serial killer's place.” You scoffed, wiping your forehead, whincing at the pain you just inflicted on yourself.

He chuckled. “What time is it?” Your voice barely making a noise. “Like 9 ish” he replied in this distinct cold tone again.

“Okay I should get going now.” You chuckled nervously.

“Do you have a death wish?” He crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.

“The penguin’s men are out looking for you right now, if you want to die the next block over, be my guest. But in your condition you’re not capable of putting up a fight.” He leaned against the doorframe.

“What makes you say that?” You snarled at him.

Without saying anything he just pointed at your entirety. Wow. Offensive much?

“Hey I can fight.” You hissed back at him. “I’ve been worse.” You got out of the covers. Your head was still pounding.

“Alright, be my guest.” He pointed at him. “Fight your way out of here.” Surely he couldn’t be that stupid. You would snap him like a twig.

You got up pretty confidently. He was now fully blocking the doorway. How naive. As if the door was the only way out. You turned around only to find the windows screwed shut. You tried ripping them open. Not a budge.

“You think I’m that stupid?” He was very close to you now. You turned around only to find him standing right in front of you, cornering you against the window.

“I- I have to feed my cats.” You whimpered. The cats. Fuck. Paulie must be starving at this point.

“Fair point.” He sighed. “Alright, let's go feed the cats.” He smiled at you.

“No way you’re coming with me.” You scoffed.

“I’ve been to your apartment once before, remember?” He’s right. Whatever you would try to escape on the way there. Somehow there must be a way.

Zipping up your suit which was finally dry felt so good. Your sports bra you just tossed into his trash can next to his desk.

“You cut yourself out of that thing?” He laughed.

“Yea? So?”

“You know you could’ve just asked for help.” He sounded disappointed. Why would you trust him?

“I don’t trust you.” You said while putting your gloves on.

“Fair enough. You ready?” He said, putting a baseball cap on.

“Yes lets go, can’t wait to get out of this shithole.”

“Easy, this is my home.” He said in the familiar dark tone he always spoke with.

He unlocked the front door and led the way towards the elevator. You followed him hesitantly.

You stood there awkwardly waiting for the ‘ding’ of the doors opening. You both got in, his heavy boots dragging across the floor while your boots barely made a noise, although they had heels on them.

“You know you could be a little more appreciative, I saved your life.” He mumbled pressing the button.

“Excuse me?” You hissed. “You could be less of a psychotic asshat.” He chuckled at the insult.

“You could be less of a cocky hard headed bitch.” He turned towards you looking down at you. He had that twinkle in his eyes.

“I-“ you pushed yourself into the wall behind you, biting your lip. You didn’t know what to say.

He suddenly pressed the emergency break, making you snap back into reality. All you could think of was that weird dream you had. Were you attracted to this guy?

“What the fuck are we doing?” He said, his voice sounding out of breath.

“What do you mean?”

“This. This whole thing. You pretending to hate me, me pretending to hate you.”

“Oh I’m not pretending.” The words cut him deeply.

“No?” He came closer to you.

“No.” You said confidently, looking up at him, locking eyes. Those damn green eyes.

“Then why did I hear you moan my name this morning?” You turned bright red. Thank GOD for your mask right now.

“I didn’t.”

“Oh quit it.” He pushed you against the walls of the elevator, resting his hands on the railing next to you, locking you in.“I know what I heard.” He cupped your cheek softly, you didn’t even think he was capable of touching you in a soft way.

“You’re a psychopath.” You snarled at him. “You work with the penguin!” You yelled at him, pushing him back into the elevator walls now. “I’m infiltrating him, you smartass!” He replied. “Do you actually think I would work with such a despicable human being? I would kill him on the spot if I could. But that's not the smart move to make.”

You furrowed your brows. That makes so much sense now. Why he invited you there, to have more witnesses of what really goes on in the lounge.

“Oh I-“

“- had no idea?” he scoffed. Yea you really didn’t have a clue what was going on right now.

You looked back up at him. “Thank you.” You quickly got on your tippy toes and connected your lips in a quick peck. He saved your life after all. That was the least you could do. He suddenly got very flustered and seemed like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You pressed the emergency button and with a slight jolt the elevator was moving again.

When you got to his car he seemed awfully quiet and awkward. Did you weird him out now? How are you the weirdo? He’s the serial killer.

He almost looped around the entire city, trying to avoid the hot areas to get to your place.

You ran up the stairwell, eager to meet your fluffy companions. Paulie was already meowing at the door. You opened the door to find the entirety of your 5 cats jumping at you with such sheer force it almost knocked you over had the riddler not caught you.

“Sorry, they’re very clingy.” You chuckled. There it was again. A single rose on the table.

“Oh you shouldn’t have.” You were about to go over to the table and grab in when he stopped you in your tracks. “That's not from me. Someone else has been here. Don’t touch that.” He inched closer to the flower, inspecting it carefully. The thorns were still attached, but coated in something.

“Do you have anywhere to put your cats? They’re not safe here.” He said.

“Yea I can bring them to my friends house, she loves my cats.”

“Okay, lets grab them and get out of here.”

You both hauled the cats together and drove downtown to your friends house making sure you weren’t being followed. She happily took them in. You kissed paulie goodbye and got back into the car with him.

“This is insane.” You muttered to yourself.

“Tell me about it.” What did he have supersonic hearing or something? He started the car and drove back to his place.

A couple days and a bunch of chinese takeout later you finally started to feel better. The awkwardness between the two of you grew more precarious with each day you spent together. Your friend updated you daily on the cats and you were glad everything started to look a bit better.

He helped you fix up your bandages and even helped you wash your hair one time because you were scared of ripping open the wound. You laid in the bath while he sat behind you. Luckily it was a bubble bath so he wasn’t able to see anything but it felt oddly intimate. He wasn’t able to talk to you for the rest of the day.

This particular day, something felt even more off though. And you finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Okay what the fuck is your problem?” You snapped at him.

You must have startled him because he dropped whatever he was doing at his desk.

“What?” He turned around with a shocked look on his face. You were always the confrontational type. You hated it when people beat around the bush.

“Ever since the elevator and the bath this morning you have been insanely weird. Like weirder than normal. Did I do something wrong?” You got a bit sassy there.

“I- no. Its just-“ he stuttered.

“Yea?” You urged him to talk.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” You were shocked.

“Do what?”

“Kiss you.” Aint no motherfucking way.

“I thought we were supposed to hate eachother.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well yea at first I thought we were but if you look at it we’re fighting for the same thing. We just want this city to thrive again without corruption and drug cartels running wild.” He was actually making sense there.

“I mean you have a point but why not just…talk?” You sat up on the couch now.

“Where is the fun in that?” He asked in this pathetic creepy voice. You got up from the couch approaching him in his chair.

“Listen. I understand what you’re getting at, and I can’t lie, I did have a very weird dream about you the first time I stayed here, but can’t you just tell me what you want?”

He looked up at you. His eyes seemed glossy like he was about to cry. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Y-you.” He croaked.

“Me? You want me?” You asked, kinda playing dumb at this point. You knew exactly what he wanted.

“Yea.” He turned his chair, facing you. It was now or never. Fuck this.

You leaned forward getting closer to his face. Placing your hands on the armrests of the chair, locking him into place.

“Tell me what you want.” You whispered. You knew you had the upper hand here. He was completely flushed and overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with himself.

“I want you.” He gulped.

“Be more specific.” You bit your lower lip. You could’ve sworn he was frothing at the mouth by now.

“I want to taste you.” He slowly moved his head towards you. Almost connecting your lips you pulled back.

“See was that so hard?” You laughed. He whined at the distance between the two of you. Now you knew how to get under his skin. You would be out of here in no time.

“Are you toying with me?” He growled. His gaze darkened.

“I- No.” Now you were the one stuttering. Whatever it was about him he could take control of any situation in an instant. He seemed so innocent and pathetic sometimes and then he would switch his personality like nothing.

He pulled you back down towards him. Making you look directly at him. He glanced back and forth between your eyes and lips a couple times, before connecting them in a soft kiss. There it was again. This soft side of him. It almost seemed out of character. You relaxed your jaw and let it happen. His big hands cupping your face, his soft lips moving against yours. You got weak in the knees thinking about the fact that he had this control over you. You slowly pulled away, clearing your throat.

“Are you okay?” He stuttered. You nodded. You felt like you just got high.

“Could we maybe, lay down?” You asked sheepishly, playing with your fingers. You weren’t super experienced yourself, you had a couple boyfriends in school but never anything super serious. He nodded and took your hand into his, once again his bug palms engulfing yours. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He asked. You nodded again. He guided you towards the door, opening it slowly. You let yourself plop onto the soft mattress and tapped on the spot next to you. He sat down next to you.

Before you could say anything he grabbed the back of your neck and his lips crashed into yours. You buried your fingers in his hair ever so slightly pulling on it. His hands made their way onto your thighs, grabbing at the exposed skin. You flinched when he squeezed a sore spot.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled back, caressing your cheek.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. He frowned at the bruises and cuts and scratches on your body. You were still healing.

“I should have never gotten you involved.” He whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

“Don’t say that.” You wiped his cheeks. “I’m glad I’m here with you now.” You touched your nose to his.

“Can I make you feel good?” He asked under his breath.

“Y-yes.” This time a different knot formed in your stomach. Still incredibly nervous you nodded and crashed your lips back into his. He responded eagerly, asking for permission with his tongue. You ever so slightly opened your mouth and once again you had gotten the feeling that you were high. This was not happening.

“Hey uhm-“ you pulled back “what do I call you?” You only knew him as riddler and you weren’t sure how that would sound in the bedroom yet.

“Uhm its Edward.” He almost choked on his words. His lips coated in both of your saliva.

“It’s y/n” you barely got a word out. Both of you were breathing incredibly heavy at this point. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, him climbing on top of you almost instantly. He places his hands next to your head, one of them scooping under your neck, grasping at it tightly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer, making him inhale sharply at the sudden sensation of his bulge coming into contact with your crotch. He threw his head back before looking at you again and getting to work down your neck. He placed soft kisses along your jaw down to your collarbone frowning at the fading bruises still left from when you first met. You rolled your hips against his making him groan against the soft skin of your throat. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you. A couple days earlier and you would’ve slashed his throat right then and there but now? He was a totally different being. So caring and protective.

“Can I go down on you?” You whispered. His eyes widened at the request and he swallowed hard before getting off of you and standing up. His bulge now being very much visible.

“Uhm yea of course.” He reached down to open his belt.

“N-no let me.” You bit your lip looking up at him. He almost came in his pants right then and there. How you were struggling to open his heavy belt, looking up at him with your doe eyes. Once you finally got his pants to open he sloppily stepped out of them revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs with a very obvious wet spot. You salivated at the sight of it and instinctively reached out your hand to palm his dick through his underwear. He was even bigger than you imagined.

He let out a deep groan, throwing his head back and taking off his shirt. He had muscular arms but a soft stomach. His pale skin was glistening with a bit of sweat and you couldn’t help yourself but to place kisses on his soft abdomen. Teasing him you played with the waistband of his boxers. Ever so slightly dragging your nails underneath it, almost pulling it down. You were kissing his length through his underwear now and he grew more impatient with you.

“Gosh suck me off already.” He moaned.

“What do you say?” You looked up at him, grabbing his bulge tightly.

“P-please.” He managed to get out, surprised at your sudden confidence.

“Good.” You smiled. Eager to finally take him into your mouth you pulled down his underwear, letting it sit loosely around his ankles.

You started to put your hands around him, stroking him ever so slightly. You looked up at him, asking for permission. His gaze seemed almost like he was pleading you to finally take him into your mouth.

You put your lips around the very tip of his dick, letting out a little moan sending vibrations down the whole length of him. He threw his head back in absolute ecstasy when you finally put your mouth around him and started bobbing your head up and down, coating him in your saliva. He pulled back.

“Lay on your back and hang your head off the bed.” He commanded you. You did as he told you and he kneeled down in front of you, positioning himself at your mouth.

“Do you think you can take it baby?” He asked.

You nodded. He bent down to kiss you sloppily, tasting his own precum mixed in with your spit.

You tried to put your head back as far as you can, giving him as much free range as you could. You stuck out your tongue, opening your mouth for him. He palmed your boobs through your shirt while sliding into your throat very slowly. You moaned at the feeling of him filling up your mouth. His length laying heavy on the roof of your mouth. He started to move his hips back and forth, fucking your face while playing with your boobs. He lifted up your shirt exposing you while he was still relentlessly fucking your throat. He put his hand around your neck, making it even tighter for him, groaning at the sensation. You gagged and pushed against his hips in the hopes of getting some air. But he wasn’t planning on being all too gentle with you, he thrusted into you a couple more times before finally burying himself all the way into your throat. When he finally pulled himself out you gasped for air, his cock being connected to you through a thick string of saliva. He gave your boobs a soft little slap before motioning you to sit up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“I need words.” He states shakily.

“Yes I’m good.” You moaned, wiping your mouth. He got onto the bed with you and started pulling off your pants.

“I need to taste you.” He started to hungrily kiss up your thighs, grabbing them carefully so as to not hurt you.

You moaned out in pleasure, covering your mouth with one of your hands. When he finally arrived at your bare pussy he stopped. “You’re okay with this?” You didn’t answer. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and placed his mouth onto you with such sheer force you could’ve probably broken his nose. He started licking your folds eagerly, making you cry out. Nobody has ever eaten you out like this before. “Fuck you taste so good.” He moaned between placing little kisses along the entirety of your vulva.

“Please Edward don’t stop.” You moaned out. He loved being in this position. Your thighs wrapped around his head keeping him in place, one of his hands grabbing your wrist, the other slowly making his way to your wet cunt.

You almost screamed when he pushed a finger into you, starting to pump in and out of you without warning. His long slender fingers curling in just the right way to make you feel like you were reaching your high soon. “I’m gonna..” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were just reaching your climax. He didn’t stop though. He kept torturing you, keeping you in place, holding onto your thighs. When he finally let go you almost cried out in pleasure. You took off your shirt completely now. He climbed his way on top of you again, his mouth covered in your slick, you kissed him hungrily not caring about tasting yourself. “I need you so bad” he moaned into your mouth.

“What do you need?” You asked in a condescending tone, knowing exactly what he needed.

“Please I need to feel you around my cock.”

“Beg for it then.” You whispered onto his lips. His eyes darkened again. You knew he wouldn’t play along for long. He placed himself at your entrance without hesitation and thrusted his entire length into you making you open your mouth but not a sound coming out. He covered your mouth with his hand, once again placing the other behind your neck, grasping it firmly.

“The only one begging for anything will be you.” He growled at you starting to thrust into you relentlessly. You wrapped your legs around his hips wanting to take more of him.

“Look at you being a needy little whore.” He grunted. You moaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back.

He pulled himself off of you, still locking his gaze with yours, but now placing his hand around your throat keeping you in place. You whined at the sensation, making you think back to your first encounter. How scared you were. How scared you still are. He noticed your change in behavior and instantly paced himself a bit.

“Shh its okay, I’m not here to hurt you, I want to make you feel good.” He whispered, giving you a kiss on the lips. You nodded in agreement, still being overpowered by the amount of pleasure.

He pulled himself out of you completely and flipped you onto your stomach, again aligning himself at your entrance.

He took your hands and intertwined them with his, before grinding his hips into yours. This time he wasn’t thrusting aimlessly. He was grinding his hips down into yours, putting his full weight onto you, placing soft kisses against your neck and shoulders. He cupped his hand under your jaw, making you look back up at him.

“I’m all yours.” He moaned under his breath.

You couldn’t help but tear up a bit. You’ve been through so much the past few days. Feeling him so close to you in this way completely overwhelmed you, sending you over the edge once again. He noticed you clenching down on his length, sending him into absolute overdrive.

“I can’t hold it back anymore.” He moaned next to your ear. With a couple more pumps he finished inside of you. Completely filling you up. He panted on top of you for a second before slowly removing himself, instantly grabbing a shirt to stuff under you. The cum was dripping out of you in such a way he would’ve loved to wreck you all over again. He gave you a soft kiss onto your back before he stood up and left the room. Did he just leave you here? Did he truly just toy with you. Seconds later he came back with what looked like a robe. He opened it for you and motioned you to get in. You slowly got up, clenching as hard as you can as to not ruin his entire set of sheets.you swiftly made your way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, letting the rest of his liquids flow out of you.

He came into the room, sweaty, out of breath and looking absolutely content. Edward walked over to the tub, turning on the faucet. “Did you want to take a bath?” He asked, his breath still shaking. You nodded. You were absolutely spent.

Slowly you lowered yourself into the warm tub, laying between his legs, resting your head against his chest.

“How does it feel to sleep with the enemy?” He chuckled.

“Were we ever enemies?” You looked back up at him. He shook his head smiling. “No, not really.”

He pulled you in tighter and you could’ve sworn both of you laid there for an entire eternity.

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