#( QUIT BEING A FUCKING PUSSY BATSY )

[multifandomimagin3s]

Batsy

Warnings: Smut, strong language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos)

AN: I got this idea from that clip where Harley and Nightwing do the deed and my smutty brain churned out this ;) It’s probably shit cause I can’t write smut for shit but, merry crisis!

“Would it kill you to smile for once?”

Bruce glared blankly from under his mask as (Y/N) poked his cheek lightly with her index finger, twitching her nose slightly in distaste. In any other circumstance he would’ve found the woman very beautiful - which of course, she was, as much as he hated himself for feeling such an attraction to a villain he couldn’t deny that fact. If only their moral compasses weren’t complete opposites...

She huffed slightly when he didn't reply, tapping her nails on the dense helmet area of his mask, close to the centre of his forehead,” Hello? You in there, hun?”

“Don’t call me ‘hun’, (Y/N).”

“Oh, so you are in! Fantastic! Means I don’t have to sit and talk to myself.”

The (Y/H/C) woman turned briskly on her heels, pulling up a small stool to sit adjacent to the caped hero. He took the chance to tug hard at his restraints, grunting in frustration as the ropes didn’t budge, instead tightening around his arms in retaliation. So there he remained, strapped down on his knees, arms strung up like puppet strings. 

“Those ropes are pretty neat, huh?” Bruce rolled his eyes, grinding his teeth as the perky villain returned, plopping down on the stool like an excited child. She pulled up her legs, perched comfortable on the soft suede material,” Those were a gift from my dear old pal, Ivy - she doesn’t like you very much...come to think of it, not a lot of my friends do...”

“Yeah well, your ‘friends’ are criminals, villains like yourself don’t typically like being apprehended for the crimes you commit --”

She clicked her tongue, raising her index finger to cut him off,” Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, Batsy - I don’t hate you, per se, you just keep getting in my way - you’re lucky I think you’re hot, otherwise you’d probably be dead by now, Sweetie.”

Bruce quirked a brow at the off-the-cuff compliment, the upper half of his face still hidden behind his mask. His azure eyes scanned her form, from her royal purple boots, to her stripped leotard of a similar hue which clung to her curves beautifully. As inwardly flattered as he was, he knew that allowing himself to be distracted when in a situation like this exudes bad news. He had to get out of there...wherever there was.

“Where are we, (Y/N)?” Bruce spoke curtly, gaze honed in to stare directly into the female villain’s eyes. It made it easier to read a person’s emotions and thoughts, which could be crucial here should she lie to him. 

“It’s a rundown building - no-one else is around but us two, how cute is that?!” She purred with faux amity, uncurling herself from her seat slowly. Her gaze trained on his, she took a few leisurely steps towards him, his face at hip-level due to his kneeling position. She playfully twanged his leg restraints, sitting criss-cross legged no more than two feet away from where he remained. The jovial expression seemed to instantly fall away from her delicate features, now replaced by the blank slate that he was used to,” Now, I need to know what you know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Bruce,” His heart almost stopped in his chest...how did she know his name? It was impossible, he had been so careful to cover his tracks in all his years living his double life: playboy millionaire by day, Batman by night. 

“How do you know my name?!”

Her (Y/E/C) orbs widened, a grin playing on her lips,” You just told me! Ha! I had my theories but man I didn’t think I was right! Props to me!” Bruce closed his eyes in a silent curse. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear,” It’s okay, your secret is safe with me -” And with that, she peeled off her mask, laying it in front of him,” And now we’re square.”

He took a minute to study her face, now revealed in its entirety for the first time. She was honestly beautiful, but he couldn’t understand why she compromised herself in such a way,” Why did you do that? I know your face, it’ll make it a whole lot easier to capture you.”

She waved him off,” Yeah, whatever - the villain life is good and all but it’s been pretty lonely these past few months - with the Joker dead, Harley and Ivy have teamed up, the Scarecrow is too damn scary for my liking, the Mad Hatter - well, self explanatory...”

Bruce tugged again at the ropes on his arms, pulling hard on a section of yellowing plant matter. The strip frayed slightly under the tension, indicating a weak point - if he could pull hard enough --

He was distracted by a dull thud as clothing hit the floor. Bruce looked over, eyes widening slightly as he watched the villain rummage through a wardrobe of outfits...completely naked other than a flimsy thong. He swallowed thickly, mentally chastising himself for staring like a horny teenage boy. She bent over, displaying the perfect swell of her ass which sent a hard pulse down south in his boxers. She was so prefect, but so wrong for him. He looked down at his growing hard-on in distaste, tugging hard at his restraints again in an attempt to regain his control. 

“It sucks being a villain sometimes, you know?” (Y/N) turned to face him, her new outfit folded neatly over her interlocked elbows; the material covered the most of her breasts but the position only succeeded in pushing the soft mounds upwards, which didn’t help his growing issue any. Noticing his visible discomfort, her eyes slowly trailed south, mouth opening in an ‘o’ shape in realisation,” Oh, uh - wow - really?”

No response, as he tried to pry his arms from their bindings. (Y/N) quirked a brow, sashaying across to the struggling man with a smirk as she realised he was watching her movements. As he opened his mouth to speak, she dropped the clothes, hands falling by her sides. His breath caught in his throat, brows furrowing,” No.”

“Did you like my little show, Brucie? It wasn’t even intentional, I thought that the good guys were pure and all that stuff - but you’re clearly not...” (Y/N) snorted, noticing how his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of her breasts moving when she moved her arms,” I have a proposition for you...”

“No, I don’t make deals with criminals.”

She ignored his adamant comment,” You quite clearly like what you see, and I won’t deny that big, muscly guys really get me going, so...” She plucked a small blade from her dresser, the handle a duo-chrome blue,” How about this - I cut you loose, and you have two choices - you can fuck off, but that means that the next time I see you I will kill you, or...we can have some fun.”

With an accurate, sharp swipe he found his legs to be free, inwardly mulling over the offer in his head as he quickly got to his feet. (Y/N) tossed the knife haphazardly to the side, sauntering across to a single-person bed that was pressed into the far wall. Bruce snapped the ropes briskly, eyes watching her plump ass until it disappeared out of view, as she made herself comfortable on the soft linen sheets. 

“So what will it be, Bruce?”

Bruce palmed her left breast firmly, thumb rolling over her pert nipple, before trailing down to flick her clit sharply. (Y/N) bit her bottom lip, smiling coquettishly, running a hand through his dark, choppy locks; his gloved index finger slid over the soft skin of her freshly shaved mound, trailing over her glistening petals. Surely there would be no harm in indulging himself a little? She knew who he was, there could be no more collateral damage from this interaction than there would be already. 

He gasped as her petite hand grasped his clothed cock impatiently, squeezing lightly as if prompting him to do something. Bruce gave her torso a light shove, sending her further up the bed to give him some room. She let out a giggle at being practically manhandled, which only drove him on more.

Her brows knitted together as he licked a broad stripe across her pussy, flicking across her clit briefly, before taking the sensitive bud into his mouth. A girlish moan escaped her lips, as he slid his index and middle fingers into her slick walls, curling the digits with harsh thrusts that had her eyes rolling back into her head. The rough texture of his glove was delicious as it pressed against her g-spot, a completely different sensation from skin on skin contact. 

“Bruce, I-I’m gonna cum -” She moaned, voice reaching a higher pitch as a familiar warm sensation began to brew in her belly. Just as she was about to reach her peak he pulled away, leaving her to whine with her ruined orgasm,” You’re such a dick -” He stuck his glistening gloved fingers in her mouth, a small smile on his lips as she took the fabric between her teeth, pulling it away from his hand. Her hands made light work of his armour and clothes, as he stood in a pair of plain black boxers, towering over her sprawled out form. 

Her mouth watered as she spied the tent in his boxers, the chiselled God of a man kneeling down on the bed, hand moving to touch her hip. Years of combat training came in handy, as in a flash she had him under her, a dazed and confused expression on his face. Without a word, she winked, pressing open mouthed kisses to his chest, nails scratching against his snail trail which caused his stomach to jump. 

He helped to shimmy off his boxers, his cock now pressed against his stomach, the tip glistening with precum. (Y/N) wrapped a hand around him, tongue flicking out to lick the tip delicately,” So big...I don’t think it will fit.” Bruce took in a deep breath as she took him in slowly, tongue swirling around the head deliciously. His hands collected her hair in a makeshift ponytail, using it as a rein as she bobbed her head, hands jerking off what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. 

“Fuck,” She licked a lewd stripe from his balls to his tip, applying pressure onto the vein underneath his shaft, before sliding up to straddle his waist. His large hands fell to her hips, as she wiggled her hips teasingly, lining his tip up with her entrance, tapping it against her slick folds,” Don’t tease.”

A short gasp filled the air as she sank down on his member, a small sting in her pussy from the intrusion. He was by far the biggest she’d had. Her nails dug into the thick muscle of his shoulders as she began to move, slowly rising and falling on his cock rhythmically. Bruce lightly sucked on her nipples, pulling at them with his teeth as she began to pick up speed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” A string of curses escaped her perfect lips, head falling back as his cock hit all the right spots. Bruce thumbed over her bottom lip, before pulling her into a bruising kiss; villain be damned, he wouldn’t regret this. His hand drew back, smacking her ass with a resounding slap that had her jolting towards his chest with a playful grin,” If I had known - fuck - that you were this good I’d have offered sooner.”

Bruce chuckled lightly, slapping her ass again - once, twice, then a third time, before wrapping his arms around her waist, repositioning them both on the small bed. Her leg now rested on his shoulder, allowing for a completely new angle for him to fuck into her. Her hands balled into the comforter with a girlish squeal, a pornographic moan erupting from her chest. 

(Y/N) could feel her release approaching fast, leg flicking from Bruce’s shoulder in favour of wrapping both limbs around his hips. He leant forward, thrusting harder, the bedframe creaking in protest to the rampant movements. Her nails scratched angry red trails down his shoulder blades as he let out a hiss, mouth latching onto her neck. With a lurid moan, she came hard, squeezing his cock deliciously within her tight walls. With a grunt, he followed suit, white ropes of cum flooding her pussy, as he collapsed on top of her. 

Bruce rolled sideways, plucking the villain into his arms, as she laid with her head against his chest, sweaty bodies entangled together. (Y/N) smiled, swiping a sweaty lock of hair away from her head,” So does this mean I’m off the hook, hun?”

“For now, yes...I’ll have to cuff you later -”

“Oh, handcuffs? - I knew you were kinky!”

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[arkhamsdarkestknight]

Long Time No Pleasure (NSFW)

Characters: Wally West (Kid Flash), Reader (You).

Requested by: Anonymous.

Synopsis: Rough smut with Wally x Batsis.

Warnings: Sex, Unprotected Sex, Blow jobs, hair pulling, language, masturbation.

A/N: I’m sorry. I didn’t realise til after that I didn’t touch on the batsis part! Hope you like it! I’m kind of proud of it! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Tags: @lastbeliever @barnes-and-parker ——————————

Wally had been on a mission for a whole month and not once had he called you. You wandered aimlessly around your apartment, hands behind your head, on the verge of screaming. You weren’t so much worried about him, he’d been gone longer without a word, but you were getting sexually frustrated. The two of you would fuck almost everyday, plus quickies in the morning or shower. Before he left for the mission, he was being such a tease. He’d finger you to the brink and pull out before you could come, he’d left hickies all over your chest, you couldn’t wear low cut shirts for ages. You were growing wet at the memory. You plonked yourself down on the couch and undid your jeans, slowly sliding your hand over your clothed pussy, you rubbed your clit through the thin material. You sucked in air through your teeth. You moved your fingers under your panties, and moaned, slipping your fingers between your folds before putting one, followed by another into your hole. You pumped your fingers in and out of you, back arching as you thought of Wally and the all the ways he would touch you when he returned.

A gush of wind went past you, papers flying in all directions and you froze, hands still down your pants. “Don’t stop on account of me. Keep going.” Wally stood before you, a white shirt that showcased his muscles and his hair tousled. You felt a twitch inside you. You smirked at him and slid your other hand under your shirt and cupped your breast from under your bra, running delicate fingers over your nipple. “Wally,” you moaned as you grinded against your hand and played with the hardened nub, your eyelids hung low, “fuck. Fuck me.” Through heavy eyelids, you peeked at Wally, who was palming his hardened dick through his jeans. You grinned with satisfaction. “Fuck. Me. Wally.”

Wally was on you in the blink of an eye, quite literally, and was straddling you on the couch and holding your hands above your head as he grinded against you and attacked your mouth, hungrily. He nibbled on your bottom lip and when it became swollen, he ran his tongue over it, caressing your lip. He kissed along your jaw and bit your earlobe. You groaned and bucked your hips up, desperate for friction. “Patience.” He growled as he pinned your hips back down, holding a firm grip, digging his fingers into you. “Come with me.” He led you towards the bedroom, hands still tightly latched on to you.

“Strip.” He commanded and you obeyed. Teasingly, you slid your jeans down and lifted your shirt, exposing your skin, slowly. He grew impatient and speedily took off your shirt and bra. “And you told me to be patient.” You winked at him and bit your lip. You toyed with the hem of your panties before sliding them down your thighs as well, letting them pool at your ankles before stepping out of them. Wally threw his shirt to the side along with his jeans and boxers. The two of you now standing completely naked in the bedroom. “Come.” He beckoned and you confidently strolled over to him. “Get on your knees.” You sunk down til your were eye level with his erect cock. “Suck me off.” You blushed like a school girl, him telling you what to do was making you so wet, your pussy was practically dripping onto the floor. You pressed your lips the tip, kissing it, before taking it into your mouth. Your tongue circled the tip, licking off any pre-cum. You licked a stripe from the bottom of the shaft to the top and took his whole length into your mouth. Wally grunted and gripped your hair, and guided you as you hollowed out your cheeks. “Shit.” He breathed. He thrusted into your face harder, his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” he tugged you by your hair to pull you off him with an obscene pop and with couple of flicks from his wrist, he released onto your chest, covering your boobs in the sticky substance. You stood up and took his mouth into yours. Your tongues dancing as you stumbled back onto the bed. He landed on top of you. As he pulled away, there was a string of saliva. “Get on your hands and knees.” You flipped over and did as he said, your ass facing him. You shivered as he ran his hands of you. You winced when you heard the contact of his palm hitting your skin. You looked over your shoulder at him and saw him grinning, stroking where there was guaranteed to be a red hand print. “You ready?” You felt him pressing against your entrance. You nodded and bit your lip as he slid into you, waiting for you to adjust before he started pounding into you, starting at the fast and rough pace. Your skin slapping together and moans filling the room. “Fuck.” He reached out and held your hair in a ponytail as he slammed harder into you. You struggled to hold yourself up on your hands as you felt your climax start to overcome you. “Shit, Wally, I-” “I’m nearly there too, babe.” His cock twitched as he felt you tighten around him. He rode through your orgasm and as he neared his he pulled out of you and came all over your back. You collapsed onto your stomach as pleasure consumed you and Wally fell to your side, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck.

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