FILL - Abracadamnher (1/2)salmon_pinkJuly 22 2012, 14:49:21 UTC
Warnings for BDSM elements, bondage, toys and a strap-on.
It actually seemed like a reasonable request at the time. One night, no magic. Just the two of them, just sex.
It wasn’t until Harley had even mentioned the deal that Zatanna realised just how long it had been since she’d made love to somebody without magic being a part of it.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Why have just plain old chocolate ice cream when you could have triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce? But she’d been sleeping with Harley for a while now, and Harley had proven that plain old chocolate could be fun.
So she’d agreed. Simple as that.
Turns out ‘no magic’ didn’t actually apply to Zatanna’s ‘plain old chocolate versus triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce’ analogy. Because Harley may not have had magic on her side, but she still had plenty of treats to sweeten things up.
The funny this was, Zatanna had seen that particular bag before, noticed it amidst the chaos that was Harley’s
( ... )
FILL - Abracadamnher (2/2)salmon_pinkJuly 22 2012, 14:50:04 UTC
“Don’t you wanna see your surprise?” Harley asked, and Zatanna bit down on the knotted fabric and opened her eyes.
Harley was grinning, hips cocked to one side. Displaying the strap-on she was wearing, bright red and with bells on the harness, actual bells, and Zatanna probably would have laughed through the gag if she wasn’t so busy staring.
“In case you didn’t figure it out yet,” Harley purred, crawling on to the bed between Zatanna’s spread thighs. “The grand finale is where I fuck you until you scream.”
Zatanna shivered, felt her already elevated heart rate begin to speed up even more. Harley didn’t waste any more time, obviously impatient as always. Shifting closer on her knees, one hand pulling Zatanna’s leg up around her waist, the other holding the base of the strap-on, angling it down.
Sliding inside, and Zatanna was so ready for it, so wet for it. Slipping in easily, despite the size of it, despite the girth. Spread open and full, and Zatanna could feel her hands clenching and unclenching, feel her chest heaving, clamps
( ... )
Re: FILL - Abracadamnher (2/2)ryu19July 22 2012, 14:53:31 UTC
Damn, Salmon. Just damn. Fantastically filled and the descriptions along with the portrayal of their relationship was excellent. Thank you so much and expect a Bruce/Selina story from me posted to your community shortly.
Re: FILL - Abracadamnher (2/2)salmon_pinkAugust 16 2012, 16:21:40 UTC
Thanks for the awesome comment, it means so much that you liked the fic! Yeah, Zee likes to complain, but she probably wouldn't turn down the chance if Harley offered again... XD
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It actually seemed like a reasonable request at the time. One night, no magic. Just the two of them, just sex.
It wasn’t until Harley had even mentioned the deal that Zatanna realised just how long it had been since she’d made love to somebody without magic being a part of it.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Why have just plain old chocolate ice cream when you could have triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce? But she’d been sleeping with Harley for a while now, and Harley had proven that plain old chocolate could be fun.
So she’d agreed. Simple as that.
Turns out ‘no magic’ didn’t actually apply to Zatanna’s ‘plain old chocolate versus triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce’ analogy. Because Harley may not have had magic on her side, but she still had plenty of treats to sweeten things up.
The funny this was, Zatanna had seen that particular bag before, noticed it amidst the chaos that was Harley’s ( ... )
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Harley was grinning, hips cocked to one side. Displaying the strap-on she was wearing, bright red and with bells on the harness, actual bells, and Zatanna probably would have laughed through the gag if she wasn’t so busy staring.
“In case you didn’t figure it out yet,” Harley purred, crawling on to the bed between Zatanna’s spread thighs. “The grand finale is where I fuck you until you scream.”
Zatanna shivered, felt her already elevated heart rate begin to speed up even more. Harley didn’t waste any more time, obviously impatient as always. Shifting closer on her knees, one hand pulling Zatanna’s leg up around her waist, the other holding the base of the strap-on, angling it down.
Sliding inside, and Zatanna was so ready for it, so wet for it. Slipping in easily, despite the size of it, despite the girth. Spread open and full, and Zatanna could feel her hands clenching and unclenching, feel her chest heaving, clamps ( ... )
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