✎ YUKOKI
I'm Adaptable;
Batten Down the Hatches;

respectthemindspower:

Jonathan could do nothing but stare as Selina picked up his pen, dropped it and then bent over to pick it up again. He gulped, his mouth suddenly feeling incredibly dry. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked her, voice hoarse. “I could kill you right now. But I want to fuck you, first.” He closed his eyes, briefly, taking in a deep breath. “And don’t call me ‘Doctor’ or so help me god I will take you right here on this desk.”

"Oh, I have every idea what I’m doing to you." The enjoyment she achieved through her little act was growing by the second; pride surged through her as she returned his pen to him, circling around behind him. "Kill me? Oh my. You’re in a mood aren’t you? What if I’m not in the mood? I’ve got a display of crown jewels waiting for me at the museum. Unless you think you can do better,” she paused, leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon the shell of his ear. “You’re out of luck, Doctor.”

respectthemindspower:

"Me a tease?" Jonathan asked, husky voice sounding incredulous. "You’re the one who’s flaunting that body of yours in my mind. It’s unbearable! Gah, the things I want to do to you..!"

"I’m flaunting my body in your mind? Sounds like you’ve got a personal problem." Selina shrugged before picking up his pen, holding it out before her and proceeding to drop it. "Oops." After a side-eyed glance, she turned and bent over, dipping down to grasp the writing instrument before rolling upright, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. 

"Now, as you were saying, Doctor?"

Really?” The smirk forming on her lips refused to remain hidden, despite her confusion at his admission. “You’re either being a tease or sarcastic and only one of those things is going to fly with me.”

high school au? where muse a and muse b are enemies but they fuck inside the janitor’s closet every fucking time they’re alone, although when they’re with other people, they bite each other’s heads off?

All that remains is for you to watch as I drag your beloved Gotham into oblivion.

respectthemindspower:

"I know you like to brag. God, do I know. But Selina… Honestly? You think your compliments don’t reach me anymore? When I’m feeling down it’s because something happened at work or my research is going down the drain or because I can’t meet my monthly fee of money I want to put aside for the wedding. Not because I’m insecure about my looks. I’m not the judge here, but you seem to be trying to undress me with just your eyes often enough."

"I really don’t. Yes, honestly I don’t. I tell you that you look handsome and you still look like you don’t believe a word that’s coming out of my mouth. And—money? You’re worried about money? Jon, I’ve got the wedding fund. I’ve been planning a few big heists, big enough to pay for everything and then some. I know you’ve been trying to save but it’s not necessary. I didn’t know you were struggling with that. I would have told you to stop saving if I had.  And—I’d undress you with more than that if we weren’t so busy lately. And I do other stuff with my eyes, Jon. I also imagine how good you look in a tux. But that’s besides the point. Stop worrying about money. I’m a big girl and I can pay for my own parties."

respectthemindspower:

"No. No. You’re not getting off as easily this time. This is the fourth time I’ve seen an ad like this come along. My phone is littered by messages by women even I can only label as freaks.”

"Good. They should be freaks. Look, I like to brag. And you see all those women? They want you. But guess what? They can’t have you. Besides, you were feeling down the other day. Do you ever notice the times that those ads come out? Ding-ding-ding: I put them out to bump up your self-esteem. Apparently, me telling you you’re sex on legs doesn’t have the punch it used to."

respectthemindspower:

thecatwithagun:

That’s right. Someone has to crack the whip.

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…Bingo. A huge ass. A huge self-congratulatory ass with his fancy little degree and legitimate job. But he’s hot. I’m not even going to deny that he’s a scary yet attractive jerk. 

Hey, I ain’t arguing that, sister.

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So, now that you know of the force behind the ass, let me know when he’s being his troubling little self again, or if you have any special wishes for him to do (to you). I’ll deal with him.

Good. That’s a losing battle.

Oh really? You know, he’d kill me if I started going behind his back to get my way. 

Good thing I can outrun him, hm?

respectthemindspower:

thecatwithagun:

I’m Selina Kyle. I’m independent. I make my own choices. 

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You honestly believe this? Really? So you’re saying that you control Jon? That Jon has a woman pulling his strings…that isn’t me?

Oh no, trust me, you’re the one pulling Jonathan’s strings, you’re totally right. Most of the time, that is.

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I could control him, but I don’t. Most of the time. I normally just set him free and monitor a little. Unless I really want him to be overly sweet with you or something, because you gotta admit: he can be quite an ass.

That’s right. Someone has to crack the whip.

…Bingo. A huge ass. A huge self-congratulatory ass with his fancy little degree and legitimate job. But he’s hot. I’m not even going to deny that he’s a scary yet attractive jerk.