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(Anonymous) on January 4th, 2012 04:00 am (UTC)
Ivy/Harley
Ivy/Harley
So, I've always believed Harley has a bit of a masochistic streak, and I'd love to see something where Ivy is indulging that (fully consensually). Whether it's just a little teasing or full-blown BDSM, Harley loves it when Ivy takes control and makes her feel it.
“You don't need that man to hurt you, Harley.”
Yeah. Right. Like Red was gonna do any of the fun stuff to her.
She loved Ivy. She was caring, friendly (to her, anyway), protective. Safe. Most people would call Harley Quinn crazy for thinking Ivy was a safe woman to be around, or a caring woman, but most people call her crazy anyway. She was in love with the Joker and Poison Ivy, after all.
Red never understood why she always went back to Mr. J. Maybe she was too detached from being human to really, really get emotions. Harley understood them well, but Red, not so much. It had as much to do with their backgrounds as it did their current situations. Harley might be crazy, but she spent her life studying that kind of thing, and if she could brag a little (she loved to brag a little), she got pretty damn good at it. Ivy was a doctor, too, but not the right kind. She studied plants and she shut herself away. Even before she became something else, Pamela Isley wasn't the most in-touch with her, or anyone's, feelings.
Harley couldn't help but analyze her like that. Psychiatrist background and all. Sometimes her natural compulsion to read people drove her a little crazy. (Hey, she never said all those people who called her that were wrong.)
“You just don't get it, do ya, Red?” Harley did need the Joker to hurt her. She liked that kind of thing. Blame the family, maybe. The criminal dad always trying to screw her (not like that!), the bipolar mother, the disappointment of a brother. Or don't blame anybody. Some people just have a little masochistic streak. Others have a big one. Harley was always one of those others.
People who don't get it just don't get it. Red was one. Joker was probably another, though he was more than happy to oblige Harley's deepest, darkest desires without ever being asked, or even knowing how much she liked it.
Why else would she always go back to him?
“Get what?”
“Maybe I like what he does to me!”
“You... like it?” Harley nodded. Ivy blinked a few times. “Being thrown out on your ass, usually after a beating? Death threats? Abuse?”
“You always were a sweet talker, Red!”
“Oh. Harley, why didn't you tell me?”
“Because you'd just call me crazy and give me another lecture about danger and how worried you are and a-mmmph!”
She was cut off when a vine entered her mouth. Red had a predatory grin. It was beautiful. “I said it before, Harley, you don't need him to hurt you. All you had to do was tell me.” Something tightened around Harley's ankles. More vines. No surprise she had more. They were in Ivy's home, after all. All overgrown gardens and ivy on the walls and flowers springing up through cracks in the floorboards. Not to mention the huge plants in all the rooms. Some of them were quite viney.
Yeah. Right. Like Red was gonna do any of the fun stuff to her.
She loved Ivy. She was caring, friendly (to her, anyway), protective. Safe. Most people would call Harley Quinn crazy for thinking Ivy was a safe woman to be around, or a caring woman, but most people call her crazy anyway. She was in love with the Joker and Poison Ivy, after all.
Red never understood why she always went back to Mr. J. Maybe she was too detached from being human to really, really get emotions. Harley understood them well, but Red, not so much. It had as much to do with their backgrounds as it did their current situations. Harley might be crazy, but she spent her life studying that kind of thing, and if she could brag a little (she loved to brag a little), she got pretty damn good at it. Ivy was a doctor, too, but not the right kind. She studied plants and she shut herself away. Even before she became something else, Pamela Isley wasn't the most in-touch with her, or anyone's, feelings.
Harley couldn't help but analyze her like that. Psychiatrist background and all. Sometimes her natural compulsion to read people drove her a little crazy. (Hey, she never said all those people who called her that were wrong.)
“You just don't get it, do ya, Red?” Harley did need the Joker to hurt her. She liked that kind of thing. Blame the family, maybe. The criminal dad always trying to screw her (not like that!), the bipolar mother, the disappointment of a brother. Or don't blame anybody. Some people just have a little masochistic streak. Others have a big one. Harley was always one of those others.
People who don't get it just don't get it. Red was one. Joker was probably another, though he was more than happy to oblige Harley's deepest, darkest desires without ever being asked, or even knowing how much she liked it.
Why else would she always go back to him?
“Get what?”
“Maybe I like what he does to me!”
“You... like it?” Harley nodded. Ivy blinked a few times. “Being thrown out on your ass, usually after a beating? Death threats? Abuse?”
“You always were a sweet talker, Red!”
“Oh. Harley, why didn't you tell me?”
“Because you'd just call me crazy and give me another lecture about danger and how worried you are and a-mmmph!”
She was cut off when a vine entered her mouth. Red had a predatory grin. It was beautiful. “I said it before, Harley, you don't need him to hurt you. All you had to do was tell me.” Something tightened around Harley's ankles. More vines. No surprise she had more. They were in Ivy's home, after all. All overgrown gardens and ivy on the walls and flowers springing up through cracks in the floorboards. Not to mention the huge plants in all the rooms. Some of them were quite viney.
(Anonymous) on January 5th, 2012 05:56 pm (UTC)
DCnU Birds of Prey
DCnU Birds of Prey
Black Canary/Starling/Poison Ivy/Katana - The Birds is an all-girl team, so what do the ladies do when the guys are away and they aren't off on a mission? The sexier the better!
ryu19 on January 8th, 2012 05:24 am (UTC)Fill: DCnU Birds of Prey Warning: Possible Disturbing Content
"Why is the sword at the foot of the bed?" Starling asked as she finished removing the last of her clothing.
Katana, fully nude, answers her. "My husband enjoys watching."
Starling decided, for the sake of her sanity, not to press the issue. A moment later she's on top of Katana, tongue in her mouth as her hands start to rub along both of the sword expert's thighs.
Dinah stared at the pair, chuckling as Katana soon had Starling on her back and mewling like a kitten. But her observation was interrupted by a hand cupping one of her breasts, Ivy's voice coming out as a sultry whisper in her right ear.
"Always so impulsive, aren't they? I prefer a more lasting experience."
Starling bucks a moment later, crying out but Dinah soon forgets about her fellow teammate's orgasm as Ivy nibbles on her collarbone while a hand slips under the front of her fishnets.
Ivy teases Dinah for ten whole minutes until Dinah glares at her, prompting a chuckle and thrust with three fingers from Ivy, and a cry that makes the women in the room cover their ears.
Blushing, Dinah apologizes when Ivy's hand slaps her rear while a vine creeps along Dinah's leg, secreting sap that clings to both her thighs.
Along with this, a scent comes to Dinah's nostrils then and she pounces on Ivy, burying her face into her deepest folds, her tongue soon making Ivy moan.
///
Katana is out of breath, Starling panting twice as hard.
"Told you...I could...make you moan..."
Katana ignores Starling's boast and opts to kiss her instead, her mouth much better when it isn't spouting off bravado.
The pair are about to go yet again when a few vines wrap around Starling, bringing her into Ivy's embrace, Katana entangled in Dinah's thighs a moment later.
Starling can't help but blush at the look in Ivy's eye as she slowly teases every part of her with her fingers and several plants.
Still, even as she's moaning Ivy's name, Starling has time to ask something that had been bothering her for the longest time.
"So...ugh...hnn...do the carpets match the drapes or is everything green down there?"
Ivy rolls her eyes and reduces Starling to mewling out her name like a weak kitten before opening her thighs right in front of her face.
"See for yourself."
Katana had nothing but the utmost respect for Dinah as a hero before this night. Now she respects not only her skills but the toned body that makes use of them.
She murmurs something in Japanese as she uses two fingers, Dinah responding with a thrust of her own, Katana shuddering but not giving in as the two locked eyes with one another.
///
All four women were exhausted, Ivy's green skin looking a tad paler, though she wore a wide smile. Starling's face was resting on Dinah's toned rear, her expression that of a conqueror. Dinah herself was grinning like a goof. Katana was cleaning her sword, letting the blade reflect the image of all three of her fellow team members.
Her husband had clearly enjoyed himself, she decided, before sheathing the sword and crawling over to spoon Ivy.
Edited at 2012-01-08 09:32 pm (UTC)
Katana, fully nude, answers her. "My husband enjoys watching."
Starling decided, for the sake of her sanity, not to press the issue. A moment later she's on top of Katana, tongue in her mouth as her hands start to rub along both of the sword expert's thighs.
Dinah stared at the pair, chuckling as Katana soon had Starling on her back and mewling like a kitten. But her observation was interrupted by a hand cupping one of her breasts, Ivy's voice coming out as a sultry whisper in her right ear.
"Always so impulsive, aren't they? I prefer a more lasting experience."
Starling bucks a moment later, crying out but Dinah soon forgets about her fellow teammate's orgasm as Ivy nibbles on her collarbone while a hand slips under the front of her fishnets.
Ivy teases Dinah for ten whole minutes until Dinah glares at her, prompting a chuckle and thrust with three fingers from Ivy, and a cry that makes the women in the room cover their ears.
Blushing, Dinah apologizes when Ivy's hand slaps her rear while a vine creeps along Dinah's leg, secreting sap that clings to both her thighs.
Along with this, a scent comes to Dinah's nostrils then and she pounces on Ivy, burying her face into her deepest folds, her tongue soon making Ivy moan.
///
Katana is out of breath, Starling panting twice as hard.
"Told you...I could...make you moan..."
Katana ignores Starling's boast and opts to kiss her instead, her mouth much better when it isn't spouting off bravado.
The pair are about to go yet again when a few vines wrap around Starling, bringing her into Ivy's embrace, Katana entangled in Dinah's thighs a moment later.
Starling can't help but blush at the look in Ivy's eye as she slowly teases every part of her with her fingers and several plants.
Still, even as she's moaning Ivy's name, Starling has time to ask something that had been bothering her for the longest time.
"So...ugh...hnn...do the carpets match the drapes or is everything green down there?"
Ivy rolls her eyes and reduces Starling to mewling out her name like a weak kitten before opening her thighs right in front of her face.
"See for yourself."
Katana had nothing but the utmost respect for Dinah as a hero before this night. Now she respects not only her skills but the toned body that makes use of them.
She murmurs something in Japanese as she uses two fingers, Dinah responding with a thrust of her own, Katana shuddering but not giving in as the two locked eyes with one another.
///
All four women were exhausted, Ivy's green skin looking a tad paler, though she wore a wide smile. Starling's face was resting on Dinah's toned rear, her expression that of a conqueror. Dinah herself was grinning like a goof. Katana was cleaning her sword, letting the blade reflect the image of all three of her fellow team members.
Her husband had clearly enjoyed himself, she decided, before sheathing the sword and crawling over to spoon Ivy.
Edited at 2012-01-08 09:32 pm (UTC)
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ryu19 on July 22nd, 2012 01:51 pm (UTC) (Expand) Diana gets convinced by her girlfriend Selina to engage in an orgy with Harley, Ivy, and Zatanna at the magician's home.
A fight with Zatanna leaves Ivy and Harley swapped. Both discover that this isn't a bad thing as Ivy finally decides to make a move on her partner in crime.
Holy crap I actually wrote something that fit in one comment!
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Ivy was angry at first. Furious. Ready to summon up the wrath of the earth and bring down the entire building.
But then Zatanna teleported her away so she couldn't.
Also, her connection with the Green was severed when she lost her body.
Okay, she didn't lose her body, it was here with her, it just had a house sitter for a while.
Zatanna, the evil witch, had swapped her body with Harley's, so now she was fair-skinned and light-haired and couldn't feel her babies.
She could feel something else, though, and it made it a bit easier.
She could feel Harley. Is this how she felt when they made love? Ivy's hands were in her shorts, tiny jean shorts that she always loved seeing Harley wear, slippery between her legs. Ivy herself was never a screamer, but Harley always was.
Currently, Ivy was screaming out as she stroked herself. She couldn't help it, her body - Harley's body - was making her do it. She'd feel embarrassed if she wasn't already a bit of an exhibitionist. She didn't care if Harley heard her.
She wanted Harley to hear her.
Harley didn't interrupt her. She must have found something to occupy herself with. Maybe the same way Ivy did. She hoped that was the case. She was very scared what would happen if Harley figured out how her link to the Green worked.
Ivy's head hung back and her splayed legs feel limp. She looked at her hands, white-skinned and sticky with juices that were not her own. She licked them clean, savoring Harley's taste.
* * *
Harley was having fun poking at a sunflower. It reminded her of her hyenas, only less noisy and it didn't require meat at least once a day.
It danced for her. (Because she told it to dance.)
It took Harley a while to figure out how to do that. She couldn't hold the leaves to her body like Red did and ended up naked. She made due with her red and black costume, which was a lot tighter in a few places now that she had Pammy's figure.
She wanted to try something with eggplants next. They had a funny name. Did Pammy keep eggplants around?
“Harley.” The voice was her own, but the inflection was Red's.
“Heya, Red. Errr. Heya, Yellow. Do you have any... egg... plants... wow.”
Harley saw Ivy, saw herself, standing in the doorway. Saw herself with her hair down, her jean shorts unbuttoned and unzipped but still hanging loosely on her hips, with a tight-fitting red shirt. “You're pretty,” Harley said, laughing a bit at her own joke. (Just because she had Ivy's body didn't mean she had Ivy's complete lack of a sense of humor!)
Ivy didn't say anything else, she just walked to Harley, hip-swinging walk that she always did. It looked just fine even if Harley's hips weren't quite as shapely. Red didn't taste the same. Harley recognized the taste of her own sex - she'd kissed Ivy quite a few times after they'd made love - but her mouth tasted different.
“Do you want to know what it feels like for me?”
“What do you think?” Harley said, unzipping her costume.
Edited at 2012-01-17 07:02 am (UTC)
---
Ivy was angry at first. Furious. Ready to summon up the wrath of the earth and bring down the entire building.
But then Zatanna teleported her away so she couldn't.
Also, her connection with the Green was severed when she lost her body.
Okay, she didn't lose her body, it was here with her, it just had a house sitter for a while.
Zatanna, the evil witch, had swapped her body with Harley's, so now she was fair-skinned and light-haired and couldn't feel her babies.
She could feel something else, though, and it made it a bit easier.
She could feel Harley. Is this how she felt when they made love? Ivy's hands were in her shorts, tiny jean shorts that she always loved seeing Harley wear, slippery between her legs. Ivy herself was never a screamer, but Harley always was.
Currently, Ivy was screaming out as she stroked herself. She couldn't help it, her body - Harley's body - was making her do it. She'd feel embarrassed if she wasn't already a bit of an exhibitionist. She didn't care if Harley heard her.
She wanted Harley to hear her.
Harley didn't interrupt her. She must have found something to occupy herself with. Maybe the same way Ivy did. She hoped that was the case. She was very scared what would happen if Harley figured out how her link to the Green worked.
Ivy's head hung back and her splayed legs feel limp. She looked at her hands, white-skinned and sticky with juices that were not her own. She licked them clean, savoring Harley's taste.
Harley was having fun poking at a sunflower. It reminded her of her hyenas, only less noisy and it didn't require meat at least once a day.
It danced for her. (Because she told it to dance.)
It took Harley a while to figure out how to do that. She couldn't hold the leaves to her body like Red did and ended up naked. She made due with her red and black costume, which was a lot tighter in a few places now that she had Pammy's figure.
She wanted to try something with eggplants next. They had a funny name. Did Pammy keep eggplants around?
“Harley.” The voice was her own, but the inflection was Red's.
“Heya, Red. Errr. Heya, Yellow. Do you have any... egg... plants... wow.”
Harley saw Ivy, saw herself, standing in the doorway. Saw herself with her hair down, her jean shorts unbuttoned and unzipped but still hanging loosely on her hips, with a tight-fitting red shirt. “You're pretty,” Harley said, laughing a bit at her own joke. (Just because she had Ivy's body didn't mean she had Ivy's complete lack of a sense of humor!)
Ivy didn't say anything else, she just walked to Harley, hip-swinging walk that she always did. It looked just fine even if Harley's hips weren't quite as shapely. Red didn't taste the same. Harley recognized the taste of her own sex - she'd kissed Ivy quite a few times after they'd made love - but her mouth tasted different.
“Do you want to know what it feels like for me?”
“What do you think?” Harley said, unzipping her costume.
Edited at 2012-01-17 07:02 am (UTC)
Dinah and Selina are the victims of Circe's next attack on Diana. Selina becomes a dog and Dinah a cat. Can Wonder Woman restore the two to normal?
The Sirens capture Zatanna, Ivy's abilities making her their own pet magician to humiliate. However, things start to go south when Selina and Harley start having feelings for her, making Ivy question what the right course of action is.
“OG YAW-”
Shhh, Ivy wanted to say, but she couldn't speak and silence Zatanna at the same time. She stopped the magician from working her magic by pressing her lips into Zatanna's as hard as she could.
Can't cast weird backwards magic when your lips and tongue are otherwise occupied.
It wasn't long before Ivy felt Zatanna's struggles give way. It was expected. Her lips, her tongue, her scent, no one could resist her for long. “You don't want me to go away, do you?”
“N-no.”
“Because you love me and want to please me.”
“Yes. Of course, Ivy.”
Ivy smiled softly, green hand held lightly to Zatanna's cheek. “I'm going to enjoy you. Now follow me. I have some friends who would love to meet you.”
* * *
It was a haze for Zatanna, her head was cloudy. All she could think of was how to please Ivy. She needed to, it was the only thing in her life that mattered. Ivy told her to treat Harley and Selina the same.
Zatanna happily did what Ivy told her. She started with simple demands, like watering all of Ivy's plants. Zatanna happily did the deed, because it pleased her Ivy, though it took long enough to qualify as a part-time job...
...arranged Harley's books by author...
...Selina wanted some milk and sent her to the store like a good little errand girl...
...installing a new clerestory to allow more sunlight...
...arranging Harley's books by weight...
...couldn't use magic when she was vacuuming the cat hair...
...wearing one of Ivy's green leotards...
...put the fake cat ears on her head...
...didn't even sigh when Harley wanted her books arranged by number of jokes per page...
...gladly wore the cat ears and a tail butt plug while Selina fucked her...
...played fetch with the hyenas...
...naked on her hands and knees in front of the couch, Ivy and Selina's feet resting on her back...
...reorganized the books in order of how funny they were...
...used the catlike lapping that Selina taught her to make her come. Selina's back arched and she crumpled down onto Harley's exhausted body. Harley would be ready for round two with Zatanna soon, if she wasn't already.
“Good girl,” Selina said, hand on Zatanna's head, stroking her hear and scratching the crown of her head like she was one of her cats. Zatanna loved feel that. Warm, affirming hand petting her for a job well done. The only way it could be better is if it were Ivy's, but Ivy said pleasing her mistress's friends was the same as pleasing her mistress. “Good girl. Now come here.”
Zatanna climbed up onto the bed with them, settling herself next to Selina. She relished the feeling of Harley's lips pressed against her own while Selina was putting on part of her costume. She could feel a pointed leather glove, cat's claw glove stroking between her legs, and Selina's lips on her swollen nipple. The same catlike tongue motions that Selina taught her, that she liked so much. Zatanna liked them, too.
“Hey, Red,” Harley said, lifting her head up from Zatanna's so she could speak. “Want to join us?”
“Getting the magician was the best idea you ever had,” Selina told her. “She's just divine. We love her so much.”
* * *
Ivy never had any love for Zatanna. Before a few weeks ago, Selina didn't either. And Harley wasn't very fond of her.
Ivy was planning to make her magician replace all the soil and mulch in her garden - no magic allowed, all manual - possibly all the while wearing the cat-tail butt plug and maybe some ben wa balls or an active vibrator. Anything to make it harder on her.
She noticed that, lately, she was the only one doing that kind of thing. No more errands or manually cleaning hairballs for Selina. They let her use magic now. Harley spent most of her time telling Zatanna jokes, and Selina mostly used her for arm candy and sex. It wasn't even humiliating sex anymore. Less domination and more kissing.
Ivy sighed. If that's what they wanted, then who was she to get in their way? She promised herself she wouldn't hurt Harley, and it looked like abusing Zatanna was about to fall into the “hurts Harley” category. “Sure.”
This wasn't going to be easy.
Shhh, Ivy wanted to say, but she couldn't speak and silence Zatanna at the same time. She stopped the magician from working her magic by pressing her lips into Zatanna's as hard as she could.
Can't cast weird backwards magic when your lips and tongue are otherwise occupied.
It wasn't long before Ivy felt Zatanna's struggles give way. It was expected. Her lips, her tongue, her scent, no one could resist her for long. “You don't want me to go away, do you?”
“N-no.”
“Because you love me and want to please me.”
“Yes. Of course, Ivy.”
Ivy smiled softly, green hand held lightly to Zatanna's cheek. “I'm going to enjoy you. Now follow me. I have some friends who would love to meet you.”
It was a haze for Zatanna, her head was cloudy. All she could think of was how to please Ivy. She needed to, it was the only thing in her life that mattered. Ivy told her to treat Harley and Selina the same.
Zatanna happily did what Ivy told her. She started with simple demands, like watering all of Ivy's plants. Zatanna happily did the deed, because it pleased her Ivy, though it took long enough to qualify as a part-time job...
...arranged Harley's books by author...
...Selina wanted some milk and sent her to the store like a good little errand girl...
...installing a new clerestory to allow more sunlight...
...arranging Harley's books by weight...
...couldn't use magic when she was vacuuming the cat hair...
...wearing one of Ivy's green leotards...
...put the fake cat ears on her head...
...didn't even sigh when Harley wanted her books arranged by number of jokes per page...
...gladly wore the cat ears and a tail butt plug while Selina fucked her...
...played fetch with the hyenas...
...naked on her hands and knees in front of the couch, Ivy and Selina's feet resting on her back...
...reorganized the books in order of how funny they were...
...used the catlike lapping that Selina taught her to make her come. Selina's back arched and she crumpled down onto Harley's exhausted body. Harley would be ready for round two with Zatanna soon, if she wasn't already.
“Good girl,” Selina said, hand on Zatanna's head, stroking her hear and scratching the crown of her head like she was one of her cats. Zatanna loved feel that. Warm, affirming hand petting her for a job well done. The only way it could be better is if it were Ivy's, but Ivy said pleasing her mistress's friends was the same as pleasing her mistress. “Good girl. Now come here.”
Zatanna climbed up onto the bed with them, settling herself next to Selina. She relished the feeling of Harley's lips pressed against her own while Selina was putting on part of her costume. She could feel a pointed leather glove, cat's claw glove stroking between her legs, and Selina's lips on her swollen nipple. The same catlike tongue motions that Selina taught her, that she liked so much. Zatanna liked them, too.
“Hey, Red,” Harley said, lifting her head up from Zatanna's so she could speak. “Want to join us?”
“Getting the magician was the best idea you ever had,” Selina told her. “She's just divine. We love her so much.”
Ivy never had any love for Zatanna. Before a few weeks ago, Selina didn't either. And Harley wasn't very fond of her.
Ivy was planning to make her magician replace all the soil and mulch in her garden - no magic allowed, all manual - possibly all the while wearing the cat-tail butt plug and maybe some ben wa balls or an active vibrator. Anything to make it harder on her.
She noticed that, lately, she was the only one doing that kind of thing. No more errands or manually cleaning hairballs for Selina. They let her use magic now. Harley spent most of her time telling Zatanna jokes, and Selina mostly used her for arm candy and sex. It wasn't even humiliating sex anymore. Less domination and more kissing.
Ivy sighed. If that's what they wanted, then who was she to get in their way? She promised herself she wouldn't hurt Harley, and it looked like abusing Zatanna was about to fall into the “hurts Harley” category. “Sure.”
This wasn't going to be easy.
Harley and Ivy both share two favourite pastimes - having great sex together and pissing off Batman.
So why not combine the two, by having extremely loud, extremely enthusiastic sex somewhere Batman will see?
Like maybe against the Bat-signal. Or on the hood of the Batmobile.
So why not combine the two, by having extremely loud, extremely enthusiastic sex somewhere Batman will see?
Like maybe against the Bat-signal. Or on the hood of the Batmobile.
"Still want to go through with this Harl?"
"Of course Red! This is like mixing pb and j, chocolate and peanut butter, food and sex!"
Ivy couldn't help but smile at her lover's enthusiasm and squeezed her rear, earning a squeal from Harley and a kiss a few moments later.
They have to lay the batsignal flat in order to get on it fully but the first time Harley moans her name is definitely worth the trouble of doing so.
"Red...ungh...oh...oh...PAMMY!"
Harley comes up with the next idea while Ivy is a puddle of nerves and cooing incoherently, turning the signal on and showing her rear to all of Gotham.
"My Red has the best ass in the world!" Harley crows, groping said butt firmly for all to see.
By the time Batman, Gordon, Bullock, and Montoya, along with a dozen cops make it to the roof, Harley is trying her best to spoon even as Ivy is pumping her with fingers and vines.
Batman glares, Gordon blushes, Bullock chokes on his donut, and Renee offers the only thing she can in the moment.
"Damn..."
She really needed to go see Kate once her shift was over.
"Of course Red! This is like mixing pb and j, chocolate and peanut butter, food and sex!"
Ivy couldn't help but smile at her lover's enthusiasm and squeezed her rear, earning a squeal from Harley and a kiss a few moments later.
They have to lay the batsignal flat in order to get on it fully but the first time Harley moans her name is definitely worth the trouble of doing so.
"Red...ungh...oh...oh...PAMMY!"
Harley comes up with the next idea while Ivy is a puddle of nerves and cooing incoherently, turning the signal on and showing her rear to all of Gotham.
"My Red has the best ass in the world!" Harley crows, groping said butt firmly for all to see.
By the time Batman, Gordon, Bullock, and Montoya, along with a dozen cops make it to the roof, Harley is trying her best to spoon even as Ivy is pumping her with fingers and vines.
Batman glares, Gordon blushes, Bullock chokes on his donut, and Renee offers the only thing she can in the moment.
"Damn..."
She really needed to go see Kate once her shift was over.
Selina's always hated being held down, especially by somebody she knows is stronger than her. But for some reason when it's Wonder Woman pinning her, it leaves her all kinds of turned on.
Selina liked to leave the damsel in distress routine to Lois Lane, preferring her reputation as an independent, solitary, free spirit than someone who always needed saving.
But everything changed the first time Wonder Woman pinned her to the ground with a strength she had never known before.
Sensation flooded through her, making everything feel that much more real to her when Wonder Woman held her down.
So she started her own kind of dance with Wonder Woman, much like the one she had had with Batman before he had decided to give his heart to a certain top-hat wearing magician.
She would break in to museums, largely taking Greek relics, then spend a few minutes waiting.
Wonder Woman would burst in, Selina would run, the hero would pin her.
The fourth time it happened, Selina kissed her on the cheek.
The blush that marred that smooth skin was incredibly arousing so Selina added a full French kiss the sixth time.
The hero returned the kiss by the twelfth encounter.
Selina's last day as a thief, a year later, ended in the most expensive jewelery store in the world, presenting a diamond ring to the woman who had stolen her heart.
Of course, by this point, she knew the woman holding her down and staring open mouthed at the ring in front of her was named Diana and that she had a fondness for light jazz and rocky road ice cream. She also knew Diana was a bit of a blanket hog.
There was also the small fact that the pair had been living together for over six months.
"Selina...I...I would love to be your mate..."
Now it's their honeymoon on the private island Bruce secured for the two of them as a wedding gift, Selina bound to their bed by the golden lasso and Diana nude as the day she was born before her, a towering presence looming over her helpless form.
But more than that, Selina felt an incredible amount of love gushing from Diana as she held her down and looked deep into her eyes.
Selina nods and an hour later she's purring deeply into Diana's ear, holding her close.
She's the only treasure Selina will never let go.
But everything changed the first time Wonder Woman pinned her to the ground with a strength she had never known before.
Sensation flooded through her, making everything feel that much more real to her when Wonder Woman held her down.
So she started her own kind of dance with Wonder Woman, much like the one she had had with Batman before he had decided to give his heart to a certain top-hat wearing magician.
She would break in to museums, largely taking Greek relics, then spend a few minutes waiting.
Wonder Woman would burst in, Selina would run, the hero would pin her.
The fourth time it happened, Selina kissed her on the cheek.
The blush that marred that smooth skin was incredibly arousing so Selina added a full French kiss the sixth time.
The hero returned the kiss by the twelfth encounter.
Selina's last day as a thief, a year later, ended in the most expensive jewelery store in the world, presenting a diamond ring to the woman who had stolen her heart.
Of course, by this point, she knew the woman holding her down and staring open mouthed at the ring in front of her was named Diana and that she had a fondness for light jazz and rocky road ice cream. She also knew Diana was a bit of a blanket hog.
There was also the small fact that the pair had been living together for over six months.
"Selina...I...I would love to be your mate..."
Now it's their honeymoon on the private island Bruce secured for the two of them as a wedding gift, Selina bound to their bed by the golden lasso and Diana nude as the day she was born before her, a towering presence looming over her helpless form.
But more than that, Selina felt an incredible amount of love gushing from Diana as she held her down and looked deep into her eyes.
Selina nods and an hour later she's purring deeply into Diana's ear, holding her close.
She's the only treasure Selina will never let go.
Re: Fill: Wonder Woman/Catwoman, being held down - salmon_pink on January 14th, 2012 05:53 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: Fill: Wonder Woman/Catwoman, being held down - ryu19 on January 14th, 2012 05:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
ryu19 on January 14th, 2012 05:54 pm (UTC) (Expand) The night is their stage and violence is their tango.
"So let me get this straight," Kate says as she slams a thug's head into the alley wall, knocking him out, "You want me to teach you how to make love?"
"Yes," Cassandra replied, making a sweep of the area with her eyes. No opposition remained and this was the last bit of their patrol for the evening.
"Why me?"
"You know about women."
"Fine, I'll help you."
The smile the young woman sends her way makes Kate break out in a goofy grin, it's really that amazing to see.
The pair make their way back to Kate's apartment, Kate going slow as she invites her to bed.
"First, make your lover feel at ease. Passion has its place but in your case you might need to go slower than usual."
Cassandra nods, taking in Kate's nude body as she strips, swiftly joining her in the nude.
They spend the next ten minutes embracing, Kate showing the proper way to do so. Not too tight, not too loose, make sure you don't squeeze the bladder to hard or the stomach.
Cassandra takes in every movement of her body and relaxes into the hold.
Kate takes longer on the next phase, teasing Cassandra until the young woman loses it and starts kissing Kate fiercely, backing her up against the headboard.
Kate takes it in stride and starts pumping with her fingers, making sure Cassandra can see how she's doing it, imparting years of sexual knowledge with each insertion and each retraction.
Cassandra still manages to take it in, though her brain is admittedly fuzzy at the moment, a whirl of cotton candy fluff, her mind focusing on her two most important people and how they would look with her new skills.
The final phase comes after Kate's been sent reeling in the throes of orgasm, huffing out her last instructions.
Kate finally falls asleep and Cassandra leaves a kiss on her forehead and a note before dressing again and leaving.
Once she's at home and sleeping in her room with some of Alfred's incredible hot chocolate in her stomach, Cassandra falls asleep.
The next day, she steers a blindfolded Tim and Stephanie to her room and strips, posing like Kate showed her and taking in their shocked gazes.
Yes, she decided as Stephanie makes the first move, she's going to rock their world.
She'd have to send Kate quite the gift to make up for all that she has taught her.
"Yes," Cassandra replied, making a sweep of the area with her eyes. No opposition remained and this was the last bit of their patrol for the evening.
"Why me?"
"You know about women."
"Fine, I'll help you."
The smile the young woman sends her way makes Kate break out in a goofy grin, it's really that amazing to see.
The pair make their way back to Kate's apartment, Kate going slow as she invites her to bed.
"First, make your lover feel at ease. Passion has its place but in your case you might need to go slower than usual."
Cassandra nods, taking in Kate's nude body as she strips, swiftly joining her in the nude.
They spend the next ten minutes embracing, Kate showing the proper way to do so. Not too tight, not too loose, make sure you don't squeeze the bladder to hard or the stomach.
Cassandra takes in every movement of her body and relaxes into the hold.
Kate takes longer on the next phase, teasing Cassandra until the young woman loses it and starts kissing Kate fiercely, backing her up against the headboard.
Kate takes it in stride and starts pumping with her fingers, making sure Cassandra can see how she's doing it, imparting years of sexual knowledge with each insertion and each retraction.
Cassandra still manages to take it in, though her brain is admittedly fuzzy at the moment, a whirl of cotton candy fluff, her mind focusing on her two most important people and how they would look with her new skills.
The final phase comes after Kate's been sent reeling in the throes of orgasm, huffing out her last instructions.
Kate finally falls asleep and Cassandra leaves a kiss on her forehead and a note before dressing again and leaving.
Once she's at home and sleeping in her room with some of Alfred's incredible hot chocolate in her stomach, Cassandra falls asleep.
The next day, she steers a blindfolded Tim and Stephanie to her room and strips, posing like Kate showed her and taking in their shocked gazes.
Yes, she decided as Stephanie makes the first move, she's going to rock their world.
She'd have to send Kate quite the gift to make up for all that she has taught her.
(Anonymous) on January 15th, 2012 07:38 am (UTC)
Renee Montoya/Priscilla Kitaen
Renee Montoya/Priscilla Kitaen
Priscilla is trying to hide out in Gotham and finds a gay bar. And inside, she finds Renee, and will do whatever it takes for Renee to bring her home.
There's nothing like a bar brawl to get the adrenaline pumping.
BAP! CRASH! KAPOW!
Renee Montoya could almost see the sound effects in her mind when her fists made contact with their faces. All of her zen training under Richard and Charlie was fading away, giving way to the cathartis of pure violence. It used to be her biggest vice. Well, right after smoking. And heavy drinking. And sex with random women when she was feeling down.
Wow, she thought. I really sucked back then.
Still, it felt good, letting off some steam by punching it away. She hadn't done that in a while, and every time she did, it was with a punching bag. Punching backs don't give the same satisfying feeling, or the affirmative “OW!” or “ARGH!” to let her know just how hard she was hitting.
Helena was there, too. She seemed to like the violence just as much as Renee. She went through the same Richard and Charlie “let go of your anger” course in zen lifestyle that Renee did.
Clearly, it worked.
The way Helena kicked that guy with the broken bottle right in the stomach proved that. Something about the way he went flying over a table and crashing into the window was very zen and peaceful. “You really know how to show a girl a good time, Helena.”
“Duck,” Helena said, and Renee quickly lowered her head. Helena's fist flew over her and connected with someone's nose.
“And so considerate, always looking out for your girl. Next thing you know, you'll be throwing your coat over puddles before I step in them.” She almost said “cape” there but caught herself. They weren't in costume. This was just a fun night on the town. Okay, not that kind of fun night on the town. The kind where you drive around, maybe catch a movie, have some drinks with a pretty girl and see where it goes from there.
Helena decided to take her out of Gotham to a roadhouse off the island. Biker bar with Harleys outside and big bearded guys inside. Exactly the kind of people who wouldn't take too kindly to “fuckin' queers” as they put it. Didn't take too kindly to Helena trying to piss them off further, either. She pushed all the right buttons to start that fight – insulting their bikes, insulting their manhood, calling them fags.
It didn't take long before fists were flying and chairs were being flung around willy-nilly with no real regard to who they hit.
Exactly what Renee needed. She was at the end of her rope with a case she was working on the new gang in Gotham. A bunch of racist, homophobic white supremacists killing minorities. She hadn't found them or their leader yet, but every new piece of evidence and every new crime just pissed her off more.
So her knee slamming into that guy's gut was extremely satisfying.
Renee Montoya could almost see the sound effects in her mind when her fists made contact with their faces. All of her zen training under Richard and Charlie was fading away, giving way to the cathartis of pure violence. It used to be her biggest vice. Well, right after smoking. And heavy drinking. And sex with random women when she was feeling down.
Wow, she thought. I really sucked back then.
Still, it felt good, letting off some steam by punching it away. She hadn't done that in a while, and every time she did, it was with a punching bag. Punching backs don't give the same satisfying feeling, or the affirmative “OW!” or “ARGH!” to let her know just how hard she was hitting.
Helena was there, too. She seemed to like the violence just as much as Renee. She went through the same Richard and Charlie “let go of your anger” course in zen lifestyle that Renee did.
Clearly, it worked.
The way Helena kicked that guy with the broken bottle right in the stomach proved that. Something about the way he went flying over a table and crashing into the window was very zen and peaceful. “You really know how to show a girl a good time, Helena.”
“Duck,” Helena said, and Renee quickly lowered her head. Helena's fist flew over her and connected with someone's nose.
“And so considerate, always looking out for your girl. Next thing you know, you'll be throwing your coat over puddles before I step in them.” She almost said “cape” there but caught herself. They weren't in costume. This was just a fun night on the town. Okay, not that kind of fun night on the town. The kind where you drive around, maybe catch a movie, have some drinks with a pretty girl and see where it goes from there.
Helena decided to take her out of Gotham to a roadhouse off the island. Biker bar with Harleys outside and big bearded guys inside. Exactly the kind of people who wouldn't take too kindly to “fuckin' queers” as they put it. Didn't take too kindly to Helena trying to piss them off further, either. She pushed all the right buttons to start that fight – insulting their bikes, insulting their manhood, calling them fags.
It didn't take long before fists were flying and chairs were being flung around willy-nilly with no real regard to who they hit.
Exactly what Renee needed. She was at the end of her rope with a case she was working on the new gang in Gotham. A bunch of racist, homophobic white supremacists killing minorities. She hadn't found them or their leader yet, but every new piece of evidence and every new crime just pissed her off more.
So her knee slamming into that guy's gut was extremely satisfying.
Renee puts on the Batwoman suit. Kate promptly loses her mind because holy hell Renee looks hot!
Kate's jaw was on the floor.
Before her was her trim, fiery, and oh so sexy Renee dressed as Batwoman. The black leather highlighted every toned inch of her and Kate couldn't stop her hands from running along Renee's abs, rear, and breasts as she took in her wife as Batwoman.
Renee blushed under Kate's lustful stare and caresses and only haltingly returned the physical contact.
"How do you move around so fast in this?"
"Lots of practice," Kate replied, before smirking and moving to their bed, laying back and spreading her legs to show Renee just how much she was enjoying this.
Renee promptly joined Kate, topping her and using the gloves to make her moan.
"You've been a terrible villain, Mrs. Kane," Renee said in her best Batman voice.
Kate wanted to reply but her brain was currently candy fluff and her nerves were unresponsive thanks to Renee's talented fingers.
"Trying to tempt me with your charms, getting me to let you escape time and again but now I have you right where I want you."
Bat handcuffs shackled Kate to the bedpost, Renee's hair falling like a curtain, much better than Kate's own fake wig.
By the time the handcuffs came off, both women were spent, though Kate regained some energy as she noticed something.
"You got my suit wet!"
"Well what did you expect was going to happen?" Renee shot back.
"Yeah, you're right. At least I'll have something to remember you by when I'm out fighting crime."
Renee rolls her eyes at that and proceeds to kiss Kate senseless, whispering in her sexed out spouse's ear before they both fall asleep.
"Next time, you dress up in my costume."
Before her was her trim, fiery, and oh so sexy Renee dressed as Batwoman. The black leather highlighted every toned inch of her and Kate couldn't stop her hands from running along Renee's abs, rear, and breasts as she took in her wife as Batwoman.
Renee blushed under Kate's lustful stare and caresses and only haltingly returned the physical contact.
"How do you move around so fast in this?"
"Lots of practice," Kate replied, before smirking and moving to their bed, laying back and spreading her legs to show Renee just how much she was enjoying this.
Renee promptly joined Kate, topping her and using the gloves to make her moan.
"You've been a terrible villain, Mrs. Kane," Renee said in her best Batman voice.
Kate wanted to reply but her brain was currently candy fluff and her nerves were unresponsive thanks to Renee's talented fingers.
"Trying to tempt me with your charms, getting me to let you escape time and again but now I have you right where I want you."
Bat handcuffs shackled Kate to the bedpost, Renee's hair falling like a curtain, much better than Kate's own fake wig.
By the time the handcuffs came off, both women were spent, though Kate regained some energy as she noticed something.
"You got my suit wet!"
"Well what did you expect was going to happen?" Renee shot back.
"Yeah, you're right. At least I'll have something to remember you by when I'm out fighting crime."
Renee rolls her eyes at that and proceeds to kiss Kate senseless, whispering in her sexed out spouse's ear before they both fall asleep.
"Next time, you dress up in my costume."
Re: Fill: Kate Kane/Renee Montoya, dress-up - salmon_pink on January 16th, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
salmon_pink on January 16th, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill: Kate Kane/Renee Montoya, dress-up - salmon_pink on January 16th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
salmon_pink on January 16th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Fill: Kate Kane/Renee Montoya, dress-up - salmon_pink on January 16th, 2012 06:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
salmon_pink on January 16th, 2012 06:19 pm (UTC) (Expand) Cassandra comes out to the rest of her family about her relationship with Stephanie and Stephanie's later gift to Cass for being so brave.
(Anonymous) on January 17th, 2012 06:33 am (UTC)
Harley/Ivy
Harley/Ivy
Harley/Ivy. No one can resist Ivy, no one is immune to her charms. Except the one person she really loves. Harley's immune and Ivy needs to find other ways to make her stay with her.
Harley is immobile, held fast by vines and chains on Ivy's bed.
"You never listen to me Harley," Ivy says, her tone soft. "You go back to that bastard and each time he shatters you a little more. I give you my heart and you poison it each time. So I realize I need to take the choice away from you."
"Red-"
But a moss covers her lips, vines covering that, effectively gagging the clown.
"No, you can't talk yourself away from me anymore. You can't giggle or joke about us, about your Puddin. You're...you're going to stay. You're going to worship me..."
Harley's eyes widen as a scent comes to life in the room, rolling along like fog on a pond, covering every spare inch of her, filling her.
Ivy sobbed as she watched Harley writhe and then lay still.
///
"I missed you."
"I'm here now, and that's all that matters."
"I missed you."
"I love you."
"I missed you."
Ivy wraps her arms around her, Harley unresponsive.
"I missed you."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes. Don't leave me."
"I won't."
"Yes. Don't leave me."
Ivy nods and holds the stiff young woman close, kissing her deep on the lips, not letting go.
"I missed you," Harley murmurs, dead eyes staring at Ivy, unblinking.
Edited at 2012-01-17 09:17 am (UTC)
"You never listen to me Harley," Ivy says, her tone soft. "You go back to that bastard and each time he shatters you a little more. I give you my heart and you poison it each time. So I realize I need to take the choice away from you."
"Red-"
But a moss covers her lips, vines covering that, effectively gagging the clown.
"No, you can't talk yourself away from me anymore. You can't giggle or joke about us, about your Puddin. You're...you're going to stay. You're going to worship me..."
Harley's eyes widen as a scent comes to life in the room, rolling along like fog on a pond, covering every spare inch of her, filling her.
Ivy sobbed as she watched Harley writhe and then lay still.
///
"I missed you."
"I'm here now, and that's all that matters."
"I missed you."
"I love you."
"I missed you."
Ivy wraps her arms around her, Harley unresponsive.
"I missed you."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes. Don't leave me."
"I won't."
"Yes. Don't leave me."
Ivy nods and holds the stiff young woman close, kissing her deep on the lips, not letting go.
"I missed you," Harley murmurs, dead eyes staring at Ivy, unblinking.
Edited at 2012-01-17 09:17 am (UTC)
Harley introduces food into the sex life of the Sirens, extra pounds soon making themselves known but can the pair refuse Harley, especially when she enjoys their chubbier bodies and wants to see them bigger?
(Anonymous) on February 14th, 2012 12:10 am (UTC)
Re: Selina/Harley/Ivy
Re: Selina/Harley/Ivy
omg! yes! anon wants Selina lamenting about how the extra pounds make it harder to get around and she's not nearly as fast or nimble as she used to be. (Ever see a cat take an accidental dive, then look around like ...I...meant to do that,...yeah..)
Kate gets the two loves of her life to fall for one another, instead of just sharing her.
Edited at 2012-01-17 09:20 am (UTC)
Edited at 2012-01-17 09:20 am (UTC)
Renee confesses that she is very turned on by the mole on Kate's butt. Kate is turned on by some unusual part of Renee's anatomy but won't tell willingly.
(Anonymous) on January 17th, 2012 03:00 pm (UTC)
Knockout/Scandal Savage, marking
Knockout/Scandal Savage, marking
Knockout/Scandal Savage - leaving her mark behind, her brand of ownership
(Anonymous) on January 17th, 2012 03:02 pm (UTC)
Renee Montoya/Barbara Gordon, redheads
Renee Montoya/Barbara Gordon, redheads
Renee Montoya/Barbara Gordon - Renee's always had a thing for redheads
(Anonymous) on January 17th, 2012 03:35 pm (UTC)
Any pairing, assplay
Any pairing, assplay
For some reason, it's next to impossible to find any kind of femslash assplay, so I'd be forever grateful to anybody who wrote some. Any pairing, fingering or rimming or toys, anything.
(Anonymous) on January 31st, 2012 01:44 am (UTC)
I concur with your assessment of the lack of femmeslash assplay not that I've been using the tags on A03 to look for it or anything, coughcough. I'm trying to write you a little Cass/Steph for this prompt.
(Anonymous) on January 17th, 2012 11:58 pm (UTC)
Batgirl/Stargirl
Batgirl/Stargirl
Stephanie Brown/Courtney Whitmore
Courtney is visiting Gotham and hurts her ankle while on patrol. Steph swings in to rescue her, and an awesome new pairing is born.
These two are adorable together, and I need fluffy femslash fic with them bad ever since they appeared in Batgirl together. -_-'
Courtney is visiting Gotham and hurts her ankle while on patrol. Steph swings in to rescue her, and an awesome new pairing is born.
These two are adorable together, and I need fluffy femslash fic with them bad ever since they appeared in Batgirl together. -_-'
(Anonymous) on January 18th, 2012 12:28 am (UTC)
Talia/Whisper
Talia/Whisper
Talia al Ghul/Whisper A'Daire. Being a loyal servant of the Demon's Head, Whisper gladly does anything Talia demands of her. And Talia has quite a few demands.
Ivy is in the middle of claiming Dinah as her own when Starling busts in, guns at the ready. Ivy improvises and gets two thralls.
Kate is waiting for her girlfriend when Harvey Bullock runs up to her, knowing things that only Renee should know.
It turns out that the partners have swapped bodies owing to a mystical trinket while on a case.
Can Kate handle the body swapped duo?
And how does Bullock feel about being a woman?
It turns out that the partners have swapped bodies owing to a mystical trinket while on a case.
Can Kate handle the body swapped duo?
And how does Bullock feel about being a woman?
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