Catwoman

Canon Catwoman Rp Blog. Heavily comic based Selina Kyle. Semi-Selective/ Selective. Para threads only. Please read rule, background, and bio before asking to write. Thank you. Penned by Bear. Est. 5-12-19. 

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Selina Kyle

                                          As I was saying                    I’m a woman and can’t be taken for granted.                                  Life’s a bitch, now so am I.

Independent Selina Kyle / Catwoman Roleplay Blog

Est. 5-12-19

All Muses Welcome!

Semi-Selective

Para preferred

Multiverse, multi-ship

AU friendly

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The woman’s head fell back for a moment as she relished that first initial split of his cock filling her. Her ruby red lips quirked up into a smile, parting as she let out a soft moan to match his own. Though it was not the first time, nor would it be the last time, she would never get tired of Bruce becoming one with her. She lowered herself so that her forehead connected gently with his own as their bodies danced intimately together. She gazed into his eyes– those gorgeous pools which she could float in forever. 

Selina might never say the word love. Yet, it was written in every movement of her body. She reached up to caress his cheek at his whispered reassurances. She knew them to be true– not just words muttered in the throughs of passion. He was hers just as she was his. She moaned softly against his lips before capturing them in another kiss. “And I am yours, Bruce.” 

Before Bruce had come along Selina had been so carefully guarded. She allowed herself the pleasures of the flesh, but never allowed a man so close, emotionally. She had never intended to fall for him. Selina wasn’t even sure when it had happened. Yet, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Certainly there were times when they simply went at it. But moments like this– sharing the intimacy and the passion and lovemaking… This meant far more to her than anything. She had never believed she deserved attention like this. Bruce had managed to knock down her walls and her beliefs until she found herself completely vulnerable around him. 

[gothamsdarkestknight]

Their bodies moved perfectly together, their dance well known by now, yet never the same. It was always different, with her, each time. His hips moved slowly with hers, in no rush at all, wanting every moment to last, to make a memory of it. He gave her what she needed and she did the same of him. He savored the pleasure she shared with him, every touch, always wanting more, desiring more, at these times where they could let go. Where he didn’t have the rest of the world to think about. Only the two of them, here and now when it mattered most. Under her green eyed gaze, the way she looked at him.

He wanted to show her how much he cared about her… and he knew actions spoke louder than mere words. He showed it in their lovemaking, wherever they were when they did it, this time where they could be themselves, as they were without the masks and costumes together. He gradually picked up the tempo as it went on, moving in her warmth, taking them both to ever higher pleasure. Bouncing her steadily on his manhood. Gripping her bottom tighter, as the wet sounds of their flesh and their shared moans grew together. 

Between their deep, intimate kisses, his tongue finding hers and moving with it as their bodies did. He wanted to drive her into a powerful release, make her lose control with him… but he wanted to build up to it. It was always that way with her, a conflict between wanting to slowly make love to her, and the desire to lose control. Give one another all they could. They could get there, in time, but tonight it was all about one moment after another. All that mattered in the world was their world, together as one.

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Outside of this bed, outside of this room, nothing mattered-- nothing existed. All that mattered was this. She brushed her fingers through his hair, smiling down at him as they made love. Her soft lips brushed against his before drifting along his jaw and down the thick column of his neck. She nipped gently, suckling on each spot until a mark had been made. In a wandering line she left the small bruises until she reached his chest. Right over where his heart would be Selina paused. She kissed it softly, lifting her gaze to meet his as she did. Beyond the masks and the personas and every other distraction, this was where she lived-- this was where she belonged.  She lifted slightly, her moans growing louder with every quickened thrust. Selina’s nails dug into his side. He knew just how to hit every sweet spot that made her melt atop him. She teetered on that edge with him of desiring that sweet space of pure melding with him and the desire for a crescendo into  their climax.  “Oh, Bruce,” she purred against his lips. Her eyes fluttered and lips parted.  Selina sat up, running a hand through her own hair, shaking it out down her back. She felt like a goddess like this-- her body on display for him as she continued their moderate pace. There was something powerful about the wealthiest and most powerful man in Gotham weak beneath her as she rode him. Yet, the desire to own him was naught for now. Now, she wanted him to enjoy this, enjoy her, enjoy them. Her fingers traced down his chest and then up her own body in one continuous motion. 

“I’m all yours.” It was a repeated statement, but something she would remind him of throughout the night. 

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Selina is a jealous cat-- especially when it comes to her Bat. She does not share well. 

[gothamsdarkestknight]

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The woman’s head fell back for a moment as she relished that first initial split of his cock filling her. Her ruby red lips quirked up into a smile, parting as she let out a soft moan to match his own. Though it was not the first time, nor would it be the last time, she would never get tired of Bruce becoming one with her. She lowered herself so that her forehead connected gently with his own as their bodies danced intimately together. She gazed into his eyes-- those gorgeous pools which she could float in forever. 

Selina might never say the word love. Yet, it was written in every movement of her body. She reached up to caress his cheek at his whispered reassurances. She knew them to be true-- not just words muttered in the throughs of passion. He was hers just as she was his. She moaned softly against his lips before capturing them in another kiss. “And I am yours, Bruce.” 

Before Bruce had come along Selina had been so carefully guarded. She allowed herself the pleasures of the flesh, but never allowed a man so close, emotionally. She had never intended to fall for him. Selina wasn’t even sure when it had happened. Yet, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Certainly there were times when they simply went at it. But moments like this-- sharing the intimacy and the passion and lovemaking... This meant far more to her than anything. She had never believed she deserved attention like this. Bruce had managed to knock down her walls and her beliefs until she found herself completely vulnerable around him. 

[horrificmemes]

‘Blood’ sentence starters

“I’m going to make you bleed.” “There’s so much blood.” “Where did this blood come from?” “I have inhuman blood running through my veins.” “Why are you covered in blood?!” “Shit, I’m bleeding.” “I’ll clean up all this blood when I’m finished.” “There will be blood.” “Thinking of it makes my blood run cold.” “There was blood everywhere.” “I still remember the smell of all that blood.” “I’ve never seen so much blood in my life.” “Nothing is more pleasant than the taste of blood.” “Your blood tastes so sweet.” “There’s blood on my/your hands.” “Their blood will be on your hands!” “Have you ever tasted blood?” “I’ve seen a lot of blood, but yours is by far my favorite.” “You get used to the blood after a while.” “The sight of blood gives me the shivers.” “I can’t stand the smell of blood.” “It was so quiet I could hear my blood rushing through my veins.” “Quick, run! They’ll smell your blood!” “Hold on, you’re bleeding.” “Help me clean up. There’s blood everywhere.” “What did you think? That there wouldn’t be blood?” “I hope you have a strong stomach because there will be blood.” “I’ll make your blood run cold.” “Your blood isn’t even human.” “There’s no hiding from me. I can smell your blood.”

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Selina sat at her desk. In front of her were different grants and proposals that she needed to look through. These were incredibly important to her. Each of them represented different organizations and charities which interested her. However, as the year came to a close, each of them had sent in a request in order to keep their doors open for another year. She wanted to help each of them, but there was the matter of dividing up the money. 

She tapped her pen against her ruby red lips. Although she didn’t look up, she was well aware that someone had entered, making their way towards her. 

“Yes, do you have something important to say? If not, please leave. I won’t ask again. Thank you.” 

[theredhoodoutlaw]

“Actually I do.” The vigilante took a seat on her desk, crossing his legs. He appeared to look casual having removed the red helmet and domino mask before he entered in.“ Despite how many feel about me I’ve always been pretty big on charity. Lemme help.”

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The woman sat back into her seat when the man took a seat opposite of her. She placed the pen down upon the table raising a dark brow at him as she did so. “And what, exactly, is it that you propose doing?” Selina couldn’t claim to know everything about the man before her but she knew enough to know that his past, and his present, were both quite complicated. Although, certainly, the same could be said for many who lived in Gotham. 

“I have to be certain that I can trust you for such a.. thoughtful... proposition.” 

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Girls Night Out

[shesquiinnsane-ar]

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The Cat leaned back against the sill of the window she was currently sitting on. The metal nails of her catlike claws shone in the moonlight as Selina admired them. Apart from her ears, they were, perhaps, her favorite feature of her suit. She was bored, though. She had been waiting for Harley to reappear from the bathroom for the last hour.

“Finally,” she drawled when Harley walked out, dressed only in her towel. “Thought you might have drowned or something.” Her ruby red lips curved upwards into a grin. She stretched before standing inside the apartment.

“I hadn’t heard from you in awhile. Or of you.” Selina glanced over her shoulder. For all the mayhem Harley could cause Selina did worry about her. She was well aware that Harley was manipulated and abused by the Joker. “I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me tonight? Girls night out? Cause some trouble of our own…”

SHOWERS TAKE FOREVER. Especially when you had a hair, body, exfoliate, scrub and shave kind of shower and that was exactly what the jester needed after spending several nights under Gotham City. Gotham’s streets weren’t usually the cleanest but the sewers were even worse and it didn’t help when she came up for air that wasn’t quite as smelly she landed straight into the palm of the Batman who threw her across the street like a ragdoll. Covered in dirt, grime and the lingering smell of Gotham street rat just had to disappear before she ran aimlessly back to the Joker. She couldn’t go back to him looking like she was dragged off the street, he didn’t need a reason to treat her that way.

Cleaning her wounds in Selina’s shower had seemed like the best option as she trapsed into her apartment an hour earlier.  ❝ Sorry Kitty, I ain’t dead just yet. Ya gotta put up with me fer a while longer yet. ❞  Until the Joker gave her another job to do that had her disappear for days on end. It was almost like he didn’t want her around…Harley giggled at her words all the same, adjusting the towel on her head before dropping the one wrapped around her body so she could get changed. If Selina wanted to go out it wasn’t like the blonde could go out in just a towel that would be far too cold. She couldn’t recall exactly when the pair had last hung out, especially just as the two of them. Things had been distant since she’d been surrounded by the Joker’s world of madness and rumour had it the Cat had been a little busy playing kiss chase with the Bat. 

❝ Sound good t’ me! Missed being ‘round ya an’ Gotham deserves a little hit in the of the Name of the Sirens. Kitty and Harls off on another adventure! ❞  She paused before adding,  ❝ Did ya have somethin’ in mind t’ do? ❞

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The Cat smirked at Harleen’s response. “At least you’ll keep Gotham interesting for awhile longer.” With Harley up to no good, having her fun in the city, Selina knew she could count on having an interesting evening. She crossed the floor to the closet where her nicest outfits were hung with care. She rifled through them before pulling out a playful pink dress. She tossed it to Harley. “Here, treat yourself.” They didn’t call them the Gotham Sirens for nothing. 

“There’s a club off Easton Street. Brand new. But it backs up near a bank. Could get a little party on, have a couple of drinks, flirt with some cute boys, and steal ourselves a couple big ones. How’s that sound?” Selina quite enjoyed having Harley as her partner in crime. She came with her own quirks which could not be said for when she was out with Bats. Although, she was sure to have a... rousing... conversation with the Bat later about her mischievous ways.

“Besides, I haven’t had a good dance off with you in ages.” 

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@shesquiinnsane

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Emerald hues watched as each item was stripped away, revealing more and more of her lover. It was like watching her favorite present being unwrapped little by little. Until he was standing before her exposed and aroused. Selina licked her lips. Now that was a beautiful sight. She would never, ever, get tired of that sight. 

Her thighs parted as he joined her, allowing him closer. A hum bubbled up and escaped as he kissed her. Her tongue met his and the taste of him was heavenly. It didn’t matter that she had only kissed him like this merely half an hour ago. His taste was her Kryptonite. 

Her hands smoothed up over his broad shoulders and around his neck. Slender fingers toyed with his dark hair. It was so fine and so soft, even after being under the cowl all evening. Her body arched up against him, pressing even closer as she was lifted. The intimacy of being skin to skin was a feeling she craved. Her body was petite against his much larger, much more muscular frame and yet she adored it. 

Selina could feel his hardened cock against her, too. Slowly, teasingly, she rocked her hips against it. 

[gothamsdarkestknight]

No words were needed, they spoke a language of their own together, an understanding. As it had been since the first time they had been together. Selina’s every kiss and touch made him all the more heated, and he drew her on top of his lap where they sat on the bed. He looked back at her as their forms remained perfectly intertwined, hands trailing down her back and to her perfect ass, gripping her again on either side firmly. Leaning in he kissed along her neck enticingly, taking his time, alternating between it and her lips. Heart continuing to throb more rapidly, gradually, he lay them back together on her comfortable bed, her still atop him. 

They remained pressed to one another, peering up into those green eyes… hands and eyes still roaming her perfect body freely. He felt her warm, wetness rubbing enticingly, inviting, against his hardness, and slowly grinded back against her just as teasingly. Longing to slip inside her where he belonged, but holding off, wanting their intimate dance to continue. Every moment of it special. They had the rest of the night for their lovemaking… to take care of what each other needed most. He drew her down closer to himself again and kissed her deeply once more, pouring out the heat and his feelings for her, so often kept in firm control, now at last sharing them.

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His large hands were rough and warm as they slid against the smooth plane of her back. She smirked against his lips, yet, let out a soft moan at the squeeze of her perfectly rounded ass. While not a man of words Bruce knew the language of the body better than any man she’d ever known. Every well placed kiss pressed to the column of her neck made her smile and respond with little purrs. He knew how much she enjoyed his worship of her body. 

Selina followed him back as he laid against the mattress. His dark hair contrasted against the crimson sheets. He was a vision. The big man-- the scourge of Gotham laid beneath her, weak for her, and she... well, after all this time she found herself just as weak for him. “Who would ever believe me if I told them that my Batsy is so beautiful?” she teased softly, letting the tip of her nose brush against his before she kissed him with relish. She took his hand, threading her fingers with his own, and raised it up over his head. 

Yet, as she gazed into his eyes she melted. Whatever this was between them... whatever it was that he made her feel.... She knew it was special. It was not something that could simply be recreated with anyone else.  It was her turn to kiss along the column of his neck, though, and she did so with almost a reverence. Each kiss a testament to what she felt-- her ruby red lips lingering against each spot while her free hand traced down along his neck and to his chest which she caressed gently. 

All the while she felt her own desire for him to fill her-- to come home to her where he belonged. 

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips. But it was not only the physical, sexual need she spoke up-- she spoke of something far, far deeper than that. 

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The woman was sitting at the desk in the study, working on some paperwork, but she paused. Her gaze fell on the boy sitting on the couch looking as surly as ever. A small smile graced her lips. He was a good kid– bright like his father, brave, headstrong, a little impulsive. All the things she loved about Bats wrapped up in a little package. 

“Hey.” Selina moved from the desk to the couch beside him. “Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” 

She wasn’t his mother. She wouldn’t ever try to pretend to be his mother. She had even explicitly told him he didn’t have to call her mom. She didn’t think she would be, or ever could be, a good mom. Not after all the things she had done… and would continue to do. She couldn’t imagine raising a child and expect it to be able to rise above all the things she carried with her. 

However, that didn’t stop her from caring about Damian. She did want him to trust her and to feel comfortable coming to her. 

@notbatboy

[notbatboy-deactivated20210405]

Damian’s opinion of Selina was mixed, to say the least. He viewed her as an ex-criminal who had wormed her way into his father’s heart and somehow managed to convince people she was worthy of his love. That’s not to say Damian hated her, he was fascinated by her. But her trying to play the role of mom got on his nerves. He already had a mother. Talia could not be replaced no matter how more caring and present Selina was than the other woman. 

“It is nothing to be discussed.” He said. And his expression might sell this well but his fingers were clutching the fabric of his loose shirt, so something had to be up.

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“And yet you have the same tells as your dad.” She smirked over the top of her wine glass at the boy. She crossed her legs and raised a brow. Damian reminded her so much of Bruce. From the hard-set features to the solitary and stoic personality. “So tell me, what is really on your mind.” 

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

“Morning After” starters

as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Sexy

“Feel like another round?”

“You were great last night…”

“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.”

“I had no idea you were into that stuff…I’m glad I found out.”

“We didn’t even get to use the toys last night.”

“You should play with my hair some more…”

“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

“That was a workout.”

“I don’t know your name. But you can share it with me, so I know what to scream this time.”

“The fun doesn’t have to end.”

“I think I can convince you to stay…”

“Don’t pretend like you’re asleep. Should I find a way to wake you up?~”

“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

“I love your bedhead.”

Awkward

“Oh no…what did we do?”

“Hi! You need to leave.”

“I’m sorry…who are you?”

“Ugh…I drank so much.”

“I can’t believe I did this again.” / “I can’t believe we did this again.”

“Where are your clothes?”

“…I’m sore in such weird places.”

“Hey, sorry! I’m gonna go. Right now.”

“You didn’t seem like you were having such a bad time last night.”

“Someone’s coming. Is that your mom/partner/spouse/etc.?”

“I think this was a mistake.”

“*trying to sneak out while half-dressed*”

“Your foot is in my face.”

“Did we use protection?”

“*sees ___ and screams*”

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[selinrkyle]

selina kyle in gotham city garage 

[absinthundblut]

[ruinmemes]

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS 

for muses that need a little love. 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞