Harley Quinn Body Pillow Novels & Stories

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

Whiskey's head is damn aching. He reached something near him. And his hand touched a warm and soft skin. He immediately wrapped himself like an octopus around her and he snuggled on her. She suddenly woke up and then tried to push him. "Hey!" she mutters groggily. "I need a pillow." Whiskey murmur. Hailey groans and pushes him. "Go find yourself a pillow!" "You are so noisy! Stop talking okay." He scooped her breasts with him and wrapped his legs to hers.

Leaning carefully to the side I grab a pillow with two fingers and pull it closer to me, then carefully shimmy my shirt up and over my head, then stuff the pillow into it, smothering it in my scent. Zale shifts underneath me again, giving me the perfect opportunity to wedge the pillow between the two of us. He settles again quickly and I take the hand resting on the base of my spine and slide it down and between the front of my body and the pillow, letting him grab on to the pillow. One down and one to go, I really need to pee now, to the point where it’s starting to hurt a little, but I can’t rush it. Leaning to the side, I gingerly slide myself out from under his other hand, letting trail

Maybe she wore coresets. The fabric of the pillow, a jacquard fabric is adorned with golden frills, matching the golden bolts holding up the same fabric on the chaise lounge chair, although the green is more worn in certain areas. The wood is unsurprisingly a red hue with a shiny lacquer. The same wood makes up the queen sized four post bed at the other end of the room. It's up against the wall, so that means someone was sleeping alone or they were very close with the other person in the bed. Intimate even since one would have to crawl over the other to get out of the bed. The white sheets look a bit musty and the heavy luxurious wine red comforter and pillow covers look like they haven't be

Harley's body convulsed as bones snapped and reshaped, fur retreating, limbs shrinking. I rose instantly, grabbing the sheets from the bed as her Lycan form melted away, revealing her human body beneath. When the shift finally ended, she lay still on the floor. The sight of her small and fragile human body crashed relief through me so hard my knees nearly buckled. Thanking the goddess in my heart, I wrapped her in the sheets immediately, lifting her gently and placing her on the bed. I tucked her in carefully, brushing her hair from her face. Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising.

He's so close to me that I can feel his breath on me. I don't like this at all. Billy presses himself against me so that I'm trapped between him and the wall. Oh why did I let Mckayla bully me into wearing this provocative this Harley Quinn costume? I could be dressed like spiderman right now and now and none of this would be happening. "Billy stop." I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes as he kisses my neck. "Stop, please stop." I continue to beg him. "Shhhh," Billy breathes. "I promise you will love this." He says as his hand squeezes my breast whilst the other one strokes me through my fish nets tights.

Pillow humping The clock on the wall ticks. 12:15 PM. I’m not done. The ache in my core didn't go away with my fingers; it just got deeper, heavier. I need something more substantial. I grab the long, overstuffed body pillow from the head of the bed. I drag it down, pinning it between my thighs. It’s cool and firm against my heated skin. I flip over, burying my face into the mattress, and straddle the length of it.

I held his head firmly, trying to keep him in place but he let out another growl and glared over at Harley. “Hold her hands above her head,” Zach ordered. Harley opened his mouth to say something but then his eyes darkened and he nodded, grabbing my hands, he pinned them above my head, driving them into the pillows. His bulge through his pants was practically rubbing against my temple and every time I moved or jerked around from Zach’s teasing, I swear it was getting even bigger if that was possible. Harley was already huge, if he got any bigger, he would snap me in half.

I opened the basket. Inside was... A jar of pickles. A cheese plate. A fluffy, soft blanket. And curled around the whole thing… a narrow, body-length pillow. I stared at it all for a good thirty seconds. Pickles? Cheese? A pregnancy pillow? What... was this? A laugh bubbled up inside me—half bewildered, half hysterical. Was this a joke?

She had her blonde hair packed up in two and had on a purple crop shirt with a crazy looking pant, my mouth fell agape staring at her and I could see Laila with the same reaction on her face. “Hi, I wanna see Damian Rogan” she said as she smiled sheepishly towards us both, we both stood still staring at her like we had seen a character from a horror movie. “Harley Quinn!!” That was all I could say underneath my breath “Yeah” she said, now looking from me to Laila. “Ohhh” Laila managed to voice out, “Do you have any appointment with him?” “Nah, tell him the bartender he slept over at her place some while ago, he's gonna know”