Pulp Fiction #08 - Deadly Desire
Title: Deadly Desire
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ivy/Steph
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #08
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 243
Notes: Sex pollen, bondage
She knows this is wrong. Steph knows it is. It’s not like this is the first time she’s faced Poison Ivy, it’s not like she hasn’t read the files.
There are thick vines coiled around her chest, holding her arms pinned to the sides, and there’s a yellow cloud of pollen glittering in the air, and Steph understands. She knows that she’s been compromised.
But it feels so good, head swimming, like she’s drunk on it. Falling deeper and deeper under the influence with every breath she takes, sucking the pollen in, tasting it on her tongue.
Ivy’s fingers trail over her jaw, and her eyes are practically sparkling. Red lips curved in a smile, and Steph leans into the touch, even though she knows it’s wrong.
“My, my,” Ivy purrs, thumb pushing down on Steph’s bottom lip. “It’s been a long time since I’ve caught something so pretty.”
Steph whines as Ivy presses the thumb into her mouth, sucks obediently, the taste of the pollen growing thicker.
“There’s a good girl,” Ivy murmurs, and Steph shivers despite the heat that’s spreading through her body. “Pretty little plaything.”
This is wrong, and Steph should be escaping. But it’s getting harder and harder to remember why, so instead she lets her eyes flutter closed as Ivy’s thumb trails down her chin, down her neck, leaving a trail damp with saliva and pollen, Ivy’s dark chuckle filling her mind and making her gasp and need.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ivy/Steph
Prompt: Lesbian Pulp Fiction #08
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 243
Notes: Sex pollen, bondage
She knows this is wrong. Steph knows it is. It’s not like this is the first time she’s faced Poison Ivy, it’s not like she hasn’t read the files.
There are thick vines coiled around her chest, holding her arms pinned to the sides, and there’s a yellow cloud of pollen glittering in the air, and Steph understands. She knows that she’s been compromised.
But it feels so good, head swimming, like she’s drunk on it. Falling deeper and deeper under the influence with every breath she takes, sucking the pollen in, tasting it on her tongue.
Ivy’s fingers trail over her jaw, and her eyes are practically sparkling. Red lips curved in a smile, and Steph leans into the touch, even though she knows it’s wrong.
“My, my,” Ivy purrs, thumb pushing down on Steph’s bottom lip. “It’s been a long time since I’ve caught something so pretty.”
Steph whines as Ivy presses the thumb into her mouth, sucks obediently, the taste of the pollen growing thicker.
“There’s a good girl,” Ivy murmurs, and Steph shivers despite the heat that’s spreading through her body. “Pretty little plaything.”
This is wrong, and Steph should be escaping. But it’s getting harder and harder to remember why, so instead she lets her eyes flutter closed as Ivy’s thumb trails down her chin, down her neck, leaving a trail damp with saliva and pollen, Ivy’s dark chuckle filling her mind and making her gasp and need.