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Post fic/art requests with pairing and kink prompt in the replies to this thread. Requests may be made anonymously. One request per reply please, but feel free to reply more than once!

Once again, remember the rules of the road:

- Anon does not mean impolite or disrespectful. No flaming, trolling or bashing.

- Post fic and art as a reply to the prompt. Multiple responses encouraged, don't be shy just because someone's already "taken" it!

- Crossovers are welcome as long as at least one DC Universe character is involved.

And please pimp the comm with this, if you would:

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From: (Anonymous)

Bruce/Selina. Selina's whip. Take that however you will.

From:

harlot-ohara.livejournal.com

I'll take this one. =)

From:

harlot-ohara.livejournal.com

Heavy bamboo sheets tasted like organic perfume and detergent when Bruce bit them and his hands tightened against the thick fabric so tightly that he could feel his nails against his palms through it. White sparks flew through his vision with each whip stroke and he knew that his groans were closer to moans than they ought to have been. He knew that the feeling of arousal gained from twisted leather cutting into his skin was deviant.

He didn’t care.

Long hard nails traced down the raised skin on his back and he gasped loudly, burying his face deeper into the bedding to hide that. The pointed tip of an enamel painted claw dug down into the freshly laid cut and warm hot blood trickled freely from the slashes.

When he writhed against the sheets to escape, firm smooth thighs appeared on either side of his waist and held him obediently in place. He could feel the heat of Selina’s body above him like the sun against snow and the comforting weight of her against his hips. The smell of her sweet perfume grew stronger as she leaned downwards onto his back and her breasts pressed painfully against the cuts just as she must have imagined.

Long hard nails traced down the raised skin on his back and he gasped loudly, burying his face deeper into the bedding to hide that. The pointed tip of an enamel painted claw dug down into the freshly laid cut and warm hot blood trickled freely from the slashes.

When he writhed against the sheets to escape, firm smooth thighs appeared on either side of his waist and held him obediently in place. He could feel the heat of Selina’s body above him like the sun against snow and the comforting weight of her against his hips. The smell of her sweet perfume grew stronger as she leaned downwards onto his back and her breasts pressed painfully against the cuts just as she must have imagined.

He was hard for her and yet she still teased him with the blindfold, running her fingers up into his thick hair and making him think she was going to remove the silk strip. Instead, she would laugh in her wicked way and nip at his neck possessively, marking him as her own while she stroked him like a pet. When she wanted him to turn, she slapped him sharply on his side and hissed out the order.

He loved the way she treated him even when he hated it.

She made him feel small with her hips when she took him into her and she pushed her whip’s handle into him roughly as she did. It was agony and ecstasy all entwined together at once and each time he thrust into her, she moved her hand to match the pattern. The rhythm was awkward at first but soon he lost himself in it, the sensations proving overwhelming.

When they lay together in the dark at last, he whispered his thanks to her softly. She stroked his tear stained cheek more tenderly than most would but then took her payment from his wallet with the same careful hand. There were nights that he wished she knew she was the one who broke his heart and nights when he wished he did the same to her.