#harley quinn fanfic

[spencer0o7]

soft harley quinn x fem reader gf hcs?

I’ve always loved harley quinn so i rlly love this idea 💗 (sorry it took me forever tho)

Harley LOVES hugging you. You’ll often cuddle on the couch together probably watching some movie musical. Harley definitely isn’t afraid of PDA either. She’ll kiss you, hold your hand or hug you in public. She loves you and isn’t afraid to show it.

“Harls everyone’s looking,” You giggle. “Let em look!”

You love doing eachother’s hair. If you have curly/coily hair she’ll learn to do styles on your hair type. You love having matching hairstyles, like both having braids or fun updo’s.

She loves helping you do your makeup (though be aware she likes doing experimental looks). You two often go on night outs, especially to nightclubs to get wasted. You’ll always look out for each other though. Harley will throw hands with any guy being creepy. You’re there if Harley ever gets so drunk she starts fighting the bartender.

Sleeping in bed with Harley is so chaotic. She for some reason cannot sleep without 9 blankets and she can’t share a single one with you. You’ll eventually fall asleep cold and freezing but you’ll wake up with Harley’s legs intertwined with yours and her arms around your waist. She’s a blanket hog but you love her.

Harley never goes grocery shopping with a list. Shopping with her is definitely and experience. Every 5 seconds Harley will pop up in front of you holding some random product and telling you about how she “NEEDS to have this.”

You’ll let her try to convince you about this “amazing” product she can’t live without for a bit till she eventually runs off to find something else to obsess about.

Cooking food together is how you love spending time together. You love cooking and Harley loves cooking with you (you’re always stopping her from putting ‘special ingredients’ in the food). If you ever find some new recipe you want to try, Harley will be right there with you buying the ingredients at a marketplace and following your instructions on what to do next in the kitchen.

“Next pour the stock into the rice,” You say reading from the recipe. “Aye aye chef,” She replied cheerfully. You watch as Harley pours the stock into the pan with the rice. She looks at you with excitement “What’s next?”

[icantfuckingdream]

Transformation

<No this gif isn't to give he idea that your Catwoman I just wanted to show Batman with a romantic love interest>

Word count: 537

Prompt: The Joker and Harley Quinn have decided to kidnap you for the umpteenth time now & Batman and you are finally sick of it so you come up with a plan to take advantage of it as well.

“Isn’t it nice to have a man who cares so much about you y/n?” Harley asked from behind you, fastening your ropes. They didn’t even bother blindfolding you at this point. “I mean he listens really well when we have you here. Doesn’t dare try anything and risk losing you.” she continued and you just let out a sigh in return.

“Does he really care though y/n? I’ve never let the same person take Harley from me twice and live. You’d think he’d keep a better eye on you.” Joker laughed. “Puddin’ don’t worry the poor girl.” You finally gave them a verbal response and said “is that what you think? I mean we go through this at least once a month. It's kind of become routine. You kidnap me, make demands/threats, and eventually let me go once they’re met. Not even Gotham is impressed anymore. This act has gone from breaking news to the scrolling text at the bottom that nobody reads.” You informed them. 

You could see the joy drain from their faces as Harley went to turn on the news channel. Batman was making a headline for saving a family earlier today but not even the bottom text mentioned your kidnapping. “Oh would you look at that? Gotham doesn’t care at all but y’know if you really want em to, may I suggest maybe not letting me go so quickly?” You proposed to their surprise.

“Are ya trying to play mind games on my puddin’?” Harley asked, coming up to you and tapping her bat against your chin a few times threateningly. “No, not at all. We’re friends by now right? Really I don’t blame you I mean I’ve got dirt under my shoes too but bats doesn’t know that. I can see the reasoning in why you do the things you do and if holding me here is what it takes for you to get what you want then why not keep me a little longer hmm?”

If you were really being honest you did not want to stay another minute here with these lunatics but it was all a part of the plan you and Bruce went over.

“Get them to keep you there. I don’t care how you do it but I need you to convince them that it’s within their best interest. Once you do, try and collect information about them and keep them talking but do not anger them. I’m not sure what they’d do if you did and I don’t want to find out. We’ll be here attempting to narrow down their location while you do…”

“You know what doll face? I think she’s right. I think we need to come up with something bigger and better. Something they'll all have to recognize and I would say let’s just kill her-”

“Oh shit”

“But that’s boring. I’ve got plans for this one. Let’s you and me take a ride down to the chemical plant and broadcast your transformation live…”

[godspeedviper]

Smoke Break - Jonathan Crane x Harley Quinn

𖤐 Summary: Jonathan Crane and Harley Quinn share a smoke break for the first time since their fall from grace, reflecting on the evolution of their relationship from student and professor, to colleagues, and now as villains. (can be read as platonic or romantic)

𖤐 Type: angst || hurt/comfort

𖤐 Word Count: 1,060

𖤐 Rating: T+ || smoking || asylums || slight allusions to past abuse || no smut

  Jonathan had heard rumors of her capture, but he didn’t believe it until he saw her sitting alone on a bench in the sorry excuse for a yard that Arkham called an outdoor recreational area. He wordlessly sat beside her and pulled out a cigarette box – which he had earned for good behavior – offering one up to her. 

“Do you still smoke Marlboro reds?” He asked. 

 The blonde slowly turned to him with a pained look on her face, eyes puffy and red, nodding in agreement. 

“Yeah.” She replied with a sniffle. 

  Her hands trembled as they reached out to pull a cigarette from the box. Jonathan then pulled out a lighter – which he also earned on good behavior, but he had to hand it back in when rec time was over – and lit her up first before lighting his own. The two sat in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of the ocean waves which clashed up against the cliffs of the tiny godforsaken island they were imprisoned on. The last time they shared a smoke break here, the circumstances had been completely different. They had stood together as colleagues back then, both in the employ of the facility that now served as their prison, but that was a lifetime ago. Doctors Harleen Quinzel and Jonathan Crane were no more, their personas tossed aside like the empty husk of a chrysalis left behind by the fully transformed butterfly, and in their place sat Harley Quinn and The Scarecrow. Now they sat together, masks off, and it felt as if they were meeting each other for the first time all over again. 

Crane was the first to break the silence, uttering a single phrase that carried the weight of the world. 

“I understand.” He said, causing Harley to tense up. “When I first saw… him , I felt it too.” 

Neither of them needed to say the name to know who was being spoken about, he was their shared nightmare, their nexus point, chaos incarnate. Jonathan drew in a deep breath and fixed his gaze onto some abstract point in the mass grayness of Gotham’s edge, where the gloom met the sea and became indistinguishable from one another. 

“He exposes you fully with just one quick glance, as if his eyes were hot knives cutting through your bullshit like butter, and he knows you’ve been hiding this nakedness all your life.” Jonathan scoffed. “We never stood a chance, you and I. Our cores were rotten long before he came into our lives. All he did was remind us of that. I don’t blame you for falling into his trap.” 

“Thank you.” She replied, choking back a sob. 

  Harley took in a deep shaky breath as she tried to settle her nerves enough to speak her mind. No matter how good of a therapist she had been, she could never be comfortable with her own vulnerability. 

“Do… Do you think that… maybe if we had acknowledged each other, we could have saved ourselves?” She stuttered as she spoke up again, voice hesitant and fragile in between sniffles. 

“I don’t know, child.” Jonathan responded, his gaze still lost in the surrounding gloom. “Perhaps if we had allowed ourselves to be honest and vulnerable with one another, forming a bond beyond the professional, we could have developed a psychological resistance, or maybe not and our rotten instincts would have flourished in the same manner. All I know is that there is no use wondering about it.” 

“I judged you at first.” Harley followed Jonathan’s line of sight, dissociating along with the mist and thus allowing her words to flow unencumbered. “I told myself I didn’t understand why you’d gone off the deep end and tried to terrorize everyone, but night after night I was haunted by jealousy. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you work, society still spits in the face of those who don’t conform. No matter what, I’ll always be just some poor white trash from Jersey with big tits and big dreams. The only power I could ever hope to have was in making others fear me, and Mr. J gave me that in spades.” 

“Oh how I admire that about you.” Jonathan sighed wistfully. “Genuinely, I really do. You were still able to embrace who you were before the world tried to beat it out of you.” 

He flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, not bothering to stomp it out. 

“You can still speak in the same accent that you worked so hard to hide… I can’t remember what I used to sound like, or who I used to be… Jonathan Crane died many many years ago… on a farm, and all this time I’ve been carrying his corpse, 

                                                           wearing his skin, 

                                                            using his name.” 

His voice trailed off, the last of his words carried away by the wind and into the damp melancholic atmosphere. 

“You were always my favorite teacher, you know.” Harley said almost by compulsion. 

Jonathan scoffed, “Don’t mock me, child.” 

“No it’s true!” She cried out. “Yeah, you were a bit of a hardass but you never underestimated me. You didn’t even seem surprised to see me at Arkham during my internship!” 

“I never doubted your determination.” Jonathan said very matter of factly. “And you were the only student I didn’t need to constantly correct.” 

Harley smiled for the first time since her capture, and leaned her head onto Jonathan’s shoulder, feeling his body tense up in response. They sat in silence for a beat, and then he spoke. 

“I’m proud of you, Harleen.” 

Now it was Harley who tensed up, a hard lump quickly forming in her neck and choking her. She tried to swallow her feelings, but her efforts were futile. Tears formed in her eyes as Jonathan continued to speak, and spilled out like blood from a fresh cut. 

“You’ve gone further than any of my students could have even dreamed of. You broke free of the monotony of normalcy and have become the stuff of Legend.” 

“No one told me it would be this painful.” She said with a pained sob. 

“Icarus would not be remembered today if he hadn’t fallen, and so we too must pay the same price, child.” Jonathan replied solemnly.

The pair spent the rest of their break in a deafening silence. 

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[foxcantswim]

Barbie x Harley Quinn // Lucky I Love Ya

First Barbie x Harley fic out there??? I am now BEGGING for more. I am also begging for requests for these two. I'm on my knees at this point.

Harley breaks Barbie out of jail. Afterall, she would do anything for her girlfriend.

TW: Mention of catcalling, blood, language

Barbie had been arrested… again… She had been catcalled one too many times and she had simply lost her patience, a punch and a kick there had landed her in yet another cell.

Harley grabbed hold of Barbie's wrist and pulled her closer, "Watch your back!" she shouted before pointing a gun at a cop who had appeared behind Barbie.

Taking a deep breath, Barbie closed her eyes and awaited the gunshot. She flinched. Harley had always been on the extreme side. She had even offered Barbie a gun a few days ago, which she obviously declined.

An arm wrapped around Barbie's waist, "You sure are lucky I like you enough to bust you outta here, puddin'."

A shy smile appeared on Barbie's face, "You know I appreciate it. But you don't have to keep…" she dared to take a look behind her towards the body on the floor, "Keep doing things like this," her voice became quiet.

The concept of death was always something Barbie had a problem with. And Harley didn't exactly help with that.

"Anything for my doll," Harley licked her lips, leaning in close, "One day you'll use a gun and you'll see just how exciting this shit can be." Barbie took a step back, narrowly avoiding Harley's kiss. Harley stuck out her tongue, Barbie couldn't help but smile.

Barbie was grateful for Harley. She had run into her when she was robbing a bank… Of course she was. A stray bullet had flew past her head, missing her by mere inches. Harley was about to make sure the next bullet hit its mark, but then she realised something. It was almost as if she was looking into a mirror…

Harley was determined to look after this mysterious woman from that day on.

It had been a few months since the two first met now.

"You want to take me to where?"

"BarbieLand!" Barbie exclaimed with a huge grin on her face.

BarbieLand was something she had brought up a few times, Harley was still confused at the possibility of a whole other world which was run by women and… very pink?

"This again?" she groaned, "You really think someone like me would be able to function somewhere like that? You know I love ya, doll, but I ain't goin' anywhere near that place," Harley said as she sat down on the sofa, leaning back.

"Erm… Gloria probably wouldn't like it if you got…" Barbie nodded towards Harley's blood covered clothes, "That on her furniture."

Speaking of Gloria. She almost fainted from a panic attack upon seeing TWO Barbies. It had taken a few weeks for her to get used to it.

"Isn't this kind of weird…?" she had asked.

"I'm literally friends with a walking shark and a woman who can control plants. Nothin' is weird to me."

Harley giggled up at Barbie, "Me n Gloria are like this," she crossed her fingers, "She won't mind."

"I won't mind what?"

"Speak of the devil," Harley smirked before kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Hi, sorry I'm late I had a-" Gloria froze in her tracks, "Get up! Now!" she shouted, instantly moving to grab Harley's hand to pull her up, "What the hell happened?"

"Nothin'!" Harley smiled as innocently as she could.

Gloria released her hand, "Really?" she tried to control her breathing at the sight of blood staining her couch.

"Some assholes were gettin' all up in my doll's business. I only did what was right and broke her out of jail."

"Jail?! Again?!" Gloria's eyes darted towards Barbie who was shifting back and forth on her feet.

"She was stickin' up for herself," Harley argued, "Men can be assholes."

Gloria sighed deeply, "That doesn't mean you can go around killing people! For one thing, you are dragging evidence here!" Despite not wanting to be anywhere near the blood, she ran to the kitchen to grab some rubber gloves in preparation of a thorough cleanup. This hadn't been the first time Harley had shown up covered in blood. Of course Gloria had called the cops the first handful of times, but each and every time Harley would somehow escape and show up once again.

"She was only trying to help," Barbie muttered as Gloria made her way back towards the couch with multiple different cleaning products in hand.

Harley laughed and walked up behind Barbie, wrapping her aways around her waist, "Ya see… Even puddin' knows I'm only doing what's right."

Gloria had found it incredibly narcissistic when Harley had announced that she was in a relationship with Barbie a few weeks ago. But then again, that was totally a Harley thing to do.

"I never said it was right," Barbie gasped.

"You wound me, babe!" Harley pouted as she rested her chin on Barbie's shoulder.

"You need to leave. Both of you. I need to disinfect the whole house." Gloria loved Barbie, regardless of her choices. And if Harley made her happy, then who was she to judge? If Gloria was being honest, she was glad that Harley was there to look after Barbie in the outside world. She was still learning about how to be human, afterall. She just hoped that Barbie was learning how to be a good person.

Harley planted a kiss on Barbie's cheek before moving away, "But where would we go? You can't kick us out like this," Harley wiped her eyes, trying her hardest to produce tears.

Barbie's frown soon turned into a huge smile, "We can go to BarbieLand!"

Before Harley could protest, Gloria interrupted, "Yes. That is a great idea. The police won't look for you there."

Harley was quickly on knees in front of Gloria, "Don't let her take me there!" she clasped her hands together and begged, "What if I don't make it back alive?!"

"You are always so dramatic," Gloria shook her head before looking over at Barbie, "Go on. Take all the time you need."

Barbie giggled with joy before pulling Harley up from the ground, "We're going to have so much fun, Harley!" she placed a kiss on her cheek, which melted the latter's heart.

It was becoming increasingly hard for Harley to deny whatever Barbie wanted. It was rare for Barbie to show affection, so a simple kiss on the cheek was usually her undoing.

"Okay! You've convinced me, doll!" Harley linked their arms together before dragging her towards the door, "Good luck with the blood!" she laughed towards Gloria.

"Ha ha……" Gloria rolled her eyes. Just before thy were about to leave the house, Gloria gasped, "Harley! Clean yourself up before you leave!"

"Booooo! You're no fun," she replied. Barbie had to forcefully drag Harley up the stairs towards the bathroom.

Harley clicked the lock as soon as they were in. It was barely even five seconds before Barbie found herself pushed against the sink.

"Nope!" Barbie put a hand up as Harley leaned in, "I refuse to kiss you when you are covered in… that."

"Dollfaaaace, you're killin' me!" Harley rolled her eyes, but she did indeed move Barbie out of the way in order to reach the sink. She had never scrubbed her face faster, water and soap splashed over the sides haphazardly.

"There we go!" Harley cheered before turning towards Barbie once more, instantly claiming her lips with her own. Barbie automatically smiled into the kiss.

"Much better," Barbie said when she pulled away.

"Love ya, babe," Harley moved a stray hair out of Barbie's face before going back in for seconds. The kiss soon deepened, it was always hard for Harley not to escalate things.

A loud bang could soon be heard coming from the front door.

"Ma'am, we're looking for Harley Quinn… Again."

"Fuckin' cops," Harley groaned as she buried her face into a panting Barbie's neck.

"L-Language," Barbie shivered under her grasp.

"I think it's about time we jump this place, puddin'," she pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw before reluctantly pulling away.

The pair made their way to the room next door, Barbie always made sure to keep a spare change of clothes in a bag for Harley.

"Do I really need to change?" she groaned.

"Yes! You can't go out looking like that!" Blood still clearly stained her clothes.

"Lucky I love ya," Harley rolled her eyes before grabbing the bag.

Barbie clapped her hands together in excitement as she watched Harley change, "We're finally going to BarbieLand!" she shouted.

"Shh!" Harley hushed her.

Once Harley was finally changed, she ran towards the window and flung it open. She reached out to hold Barbie's hand before the pair jumped.

Harley was not looking forward to the trip to BarbieLand. She had no idea what was in store for her… But if it made Barbie happy, then so be it. The smile on her girlfriend's face as they skated alongside the beach was worth it.

[drabbles-mc]

Tied Up

Rick Flag & Harley Quinn

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: hostage

Warnings: 18+, blood/injury, language

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I would love nothing more than to just keep putting these two in scenarios and making them talk forever. I love them. 😌

Suicide Squad Taglist: @garbinge @artemiseamoon @narcolini @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

When Rick came-to, he couldn’t pick one specific thought or sensation to focus on first. Every muscle in his body ached, he didn’t recognize where he was, he couldn’t move his hands or his arms. Couldn’t move his legs either. All around it just wasn’t an ideal situation. And the fact that it was almost deafeningly silent in the room only further solidified his discomfort.

If it was silent in the room, it meant one of two things. Either they caught the others from his team and they were keeping everyone separated, or that he was the only one who had been taken. If he was the only one taken, it begged the question of whether or not everyone else got away, or if everyone else just didn’t make it. Whatever the case, he was alone. And if everyone else had managed to get out of being captured, he had a hard time picturing them all showing up to try and save him.

Maybe the rest of the team survived. Maybe they survived and would come for him. Waller’s ever-present threat to kill all of them in one fell swoop had lost a bit of its luster as the days and weeks turned into months. Mostly because the majority of Task Force X that survived to go from one mission to the next lost the motivation to try and take him out. And Rick was, typically, the most mindful and cautious out in the field. This scenario wasn’t one that any of them had encountered before. It’d all happened so fast, Rick wasn’t even sure if he would’ve been able to explain what had really happened. It wasn’t any singular person’s fault—or at least, he didn’t think it was. It was shit luck, which was pretty on par for what they dealt with on a day-to-day basis.

He ran through the team roster in his head. There were a few people who had been on a majority of the missions since Task Force X was brought together. If someone was going to go to bat for him, it was going to have to be one of them. Newbies never gave a shit, a sentiment that Rick understood because he felt much the same way about everyone and everything having to do with their team when they were all thrown together at the start. He wondered how different his life would be now if he’d made those phone calls, weaseled his way out of it. He figured that, at least, he wouldn’t be cuffed and tied to a chair in a room that would be sure to drive anyone insane if they were forced to sit in it long enough.

Shaking his head at himself, he forced his mind to get back on the original track: trying to figure out who, if anyone, would be willing to try and save him. The information on each member of the team was flashing through his mind like he was flipping through a rolodex. Harley was the first person who came to mind. He’d like to think that she’d come for him if she was able to—the two of them had been through enough together. He’d done it for her before, and he’d like to think that she would do the same for him, but he could never be sure with her. Boomerang was another long-term teammate but Rick wasn’t desperate or disillusioned enough to think that Harkness would put his ass on the line for his commanding officer. Not under any circumstances, really, but especially not under the constraints of Task Force X. DuBois was new to the team but not new to Rick. DuBois was also someone who knew how to play the game, so even if he wasn’t motivated to save Rick out of any real sense of loyalty, he’d do it because it could be beneficial to him down the line. Peacemaker was another wild card. Maybe he could be swayed if someone argued a good enough case, but there was no certainty in that.

It was a short list. One that was probably shorter in practice than it was in theory in his head. He should’ve known better than to give it any further thought, but he didn’t have much else to do with his time given his current circumstances. He knew that maybe he should’ve been trying to put together a plan to get himself out of this mess, but his brain just wasn’t quite there yet. He knew better than to rely on anyone else for much of anything, but between the pain and the exhaustion it was the best that he could hope for.

Minutes ticked by, and even though the physical pain wasn’t subsiding at all, it felt like his mind was slowly getting back into gear. He didn’t want to think too much about how hard they must’ve hit his head.

He started to slowly twist and work against the rope around his wrists. There was no telling how much time he had before someone came to check on him. He didn’t even know if someone was going to come and check on him. It seemed foolish, like more work than it was worth, to kidnap him just to leave him stranded to die but he’d seen people do dumber things.

Even without being able to see it, Rick knew that the constant pull of the ropes against his wrists was breaking the skin. The sting of it was unmistakable. But through the pain of it he could still feel that he was beginning to make some progress. It wasn’t much, but the ropes were very slowly starting to give. He just had to keep at it.

He clenched and unclenched his hands. He was about to try and wriggle them out of the ropes when he heard clattering coming from outside the room. He froze, sitting up a little straighter. There was nothing that he could do in his current position to keep anything from happening, but he couldn’t help trying to brace himself regardless.

The door flung open and Rick flinched, not sure who or what was going to come storming inside. He was prepared for the worst, ready for this to be it. He was expecting that to a degree. What he hadn’t been expecting was for Harley to be the one kicking in the door, pistol in one hand, javelin in the other.

“Harley?”

“Flag!” She walked over, her expression and movements far too casual for someone who was splattered with as much blood as she was. At least it meant that most of it, if not all of it, wasn’t her own. “What are you still doin’ in here?”

The shock on his face disappeared, immediately replaced by annoyance. “Just couldn’t bring myself to leave,” he replied sarcastically.

Harley laughed, leaning the javelin against the wall once she was closer. “Little tied up?”

“Harley.”

“Admit it was funny and I’ll let you go.”

“You’d come all this way and not get me outta here?”

“Wanna find out?”

He didn’t. With a deep sigh, he gave in. “It was a funny joke.”

With a satisfied nod, Harley pulled the knife off her belt and easily cut through the ropes that were binding Rick’s wrists together. Before he could even make a move to address it himself, she also sliced through the ones that were keeping his legs bound to the chair as well. He nearly toppled out of the chair from the combination of the loss of tension and the lack of blood that had been going to his legs for however long he’d been there, but he managed to catch himself.

“How’d you find me?” he asked as he rubbed at his wrists, trying to get the blood flowing back into them.

Harley rolled her eyes. “Can’t believe you’d even ask me that.”

“No, I mean,” he slowly stood up, trying not to move too much while he got the feeling back into his legs and ankles, “maybe not how. I just didn’t think that anyone was gonna come lookin’.”

“You asking me why?”

“Yeah.”

She pointed the knife at him that she’d just used to cut him loose. “That’s worse!”

“What—”

“Why? Why did we come find you?”

“We?”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“Let’s not do this right now. Can we,” he gestured towards the door, “Are we gonna be able to get out of here?”

Harley rolled her eyes, clearly not done with the argument forever but willing to table it for now. “Got in here, didn’t we?”

“You’re the only one who got in here,” he remarked as he started making his way towards the door, trying not to think about the dull ache in his legs because of how stiff they still felt. “I got brought here. Against my will, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, and then I came to save you,” she said as she walked out the door ahead of him, “so feel free to thank me whenever the mood strikes.”

Rick had no choice but to follow Harley as she led the way. She was kind enough to toss him one of her handguns since everything that Rick previously had on him had been confiscated when he got captured. As they wound their way through halls and down staircases, Rick was surprised at the amount of carnage when he probably shouldn’t have been. There were still a few lingering problems that they had to address, people trying to prevent them from getting out. They made quick work of it. Getting out was much easier than getting in, according to Harley.

“Boomer was in his glory,” she said with a laugh, “even if he didn’t wanna come along.”

Rick shook his head—at least he had one thing right. “How’d you talk him into this?”

“I didn’t. I was gonna get you without him. But your friend, there, with the,” she gestured to her face, “you know, the helmet.”

“DuBois?”

“Who?”

He sighed. “Bloodsport?”

Her face lit up as she cast a glance back at him. “Yes! Him!” She turned back around as they made their way towards the door. “He’s real convincin’ when he wants to be.”

He chuckled at that. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

Once they were outside and reunited with the rest of their team, Boomerang was the first one to speak up. “Well, look who finally decided t’come out and play.”

Harley laughed and rolled her eyes. “Cut him some slack, Boomer. Flag just got a little ti—”

“Don’t say it,” Rick cut her off with a shake of his head. He kept walking past them, placing himself at the front of their small cluster so they could finally start to head out of the warzone they’d landed themselves in. “Would rather deal with whatever Harkness has to say.”

No one said much on the helo-ride back to Belle Reve. With the exception of some verbal jabs back and forth as they all got settled in their respective slots along the helicopter wall, it seemed like no one had much to say. Maybe for once exhaustion got the best of everyone. It certainly seemed to have gotten the best of Rick, who found himself sitting next to Harley instead of standing and lingering by the front the way that he usually did.

It was going to be a long ride back, and it didn’t take too long for everyone to start dozing off. Rick wished that he could pass out like his team but he felt too restless for that. He tried to relax his body at least even if his mind wouldn’t let him sleep. As he closed his eyes he was slowly forcing the tension out of his muscles, a simple thing that shouldn’t have been proving to be so difficult.

“Why didn’t you think I’d come get you?” Harley piped up from right beside him.

All the work he’d just put into relaxing went completely out the window as he flinched at the sound of her voice. She wasn’t even being exceptionally loud, but he was certain that she’d been passed out like the rest of them. Apparently not.

Letting out a deep sigh, his eyes stayed closed as he answered her with a response that did nothing to actually answer her question. “What?”

“You thought I’d just leave ya there?”

The twinge of genuine hurt in her voice got Rick to open his eyes and look over at her. “We’re still on that?”

“Yeah, we are.”

He gave a small shrug. “Wouldn’t have blamed you guys if you just wanted to get the hell out of there.”

She shook her head, none of her hurt feelings alleviated by his reasoning. “We don’t…do that.”

Rick scoffed. “Yeah, oka—”

“We,” she repeated the word, motioning back and forth between them for emphasis, “don’t.”

His knee-jerk reaction was to come back with a pithy remark. Something short, just cutting enough to stop the conversation in its tracks. It would’ve been so easy—he did it with her all the time. But everything felt different now. She was being more honest than usual, had been since she showed up to break him out. He wondered if he could find it in himself to do the same.

“No,” he finally conceded, “we don’t.”

“But you still thought I would.”

“Was hoping that you wouldn’t.”

“You should’ve just known.”

Rick shook his head. He knew that the two of them could fire back and forth the entire ride back. It’d take nothing for them to do so. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I should’ve.”

“Promise not to doubt me next time?”

He chuckled wearily. “Next time? Gonna let ‘em get me again?”

A grin stretched across her face for a moment before she leaned over, dropping her head against his shoulder. “Maybe. Just to prove a point.”

[rc-writes]

Or let me know in the comments for a Rebekah Mikaelson x oc

The first three are posted and can be found here

[celestial-lily]

In the Harley fic I wrote, I kinda tapped into the idea that falling into the acid fucked Harley up big time and I'm brainrotting over this idea again. Because I HATEEEE the male-gazey-ness of so much of Harley and I love the idea of her being like a biohazard, ya know? like her skin is sallow and fragile and she bruises and bleeds far too easily bc she was DUNKED IN ACID. Like imagine a Harley run where there are close-ups of her peeling, ruined skin? Like old-timey style covering her skin in paint that cracks and melts throughout her fights, revealing all the damage. She's an exile in every way she can be and there's no hiding what Mr. J has drawn her into. She's living in horrible, excruciating pain and all she can do is laugh because she's stuck.

[buffyromanoff]

Pls recomend me some harley quinn or harlivy fluff fics 😫

[zickmonkey]

Sympathy is Different from Pity - Black Canary & Harley Quinn (platonic)

Dinah takes a pregnancy test in secret and Harley finds out. Opening a conversation about Dinah's tendency to hide her pain from others. Mentions of Infertility, Miscarriages, and Stillbirth.

Fic itself below cut:

Dinah was home alone, she knew that. She'd been careful to make sure, checking every room, looking at the calendar to ensure everyone was accounted for. Even Sin wasn't set to be home again until that night.

So she took her time, she took up space. She let herself feel every feeling no matter how long it took, and she set up shop in the main kitchen.

Some small part of her always felt guilty for doing this without Ollie, but she also knew it was so much better for him that she did.

She'd been on the stairs when she heard the front door open, making her pause, and go over every arrangement she'd read on the calendar- Ollie was in Queen Industries meetings all day, Roy had taken Lian to Gotham to see Jason, Connor and Mia were on a road trip across America to protest how tight of a leash she and Ollie kept on them (Something they'd announced and heard no arguments about, proving that the leash was, in fact, quite loose).

Dinah had proved to herself again that she had prepared, she had planned, and no one else should be home.

If she had been doing anything else her first thought probably would've been to be on alert, to check for someone dumb enough to attempt a break in and robbery in broad day light. But instead it was what she'd left on the kitchen Island. What she'd looked at and then immediately walked away from.

She continued down the stairs, trying to stay quiet. Not to sneak up on them, but to put the cards into her hand, so she could start the conversation she'd be forced to have.

She was, in all honesty, expecting her husband. Moreso, her husband in one of his moods, ranting about how awful everyone on the board is, about how boring the meetings were. Carefully taking off his thousand dollar suit jacket before he just threw it on the floor for hired help or her to pick up later. Slipping off loafers that cost more than her monthly rent on her apartment in Gotham.

She was not expecting the two toned hair and white skin of Harley Quinn, looking in her fridge and checking expiration dates on the pudding Dinah didn't even remember buying but was probably for Sin or Lian.

"Harley, what're you doing here?"

She didn't even move her head from the fridge to look back. "You're pregnant?"

"No. Harley, what're you doing here?"

"Then what's the test on the counter?"

"Harley what're you doing here?"

"I was lonely. I thought you mighta missed me. I missed you. Should I have knocked?"

"Ideally."

Harley had finally stepped away from the fridge, though not without a pudding cup in her hand. "If it's not yours what's with the test? Aren't you the only girl who lives here?"

"No."

"So it's someone elses?"

"No."

"Oh? OH- did I interrupt something big with you and the mister- did you have something big planned? Is that why it was so quiet?!"

"No. Harley-"

"You can talk to me," Harley sat herself down onto the nearest stool, quickly crossing her legs and clasping her hands on top, tilting her head. "I am a psychiatrist you know."

"I'm fairly confident your license has been revoked."

"Come on, D.D. tell Dr. Quinzel what's up."

"I don't like to talk about it," Dinah had come all the way into the kitchen, carefully reaching for the test she'd so carelessly left in the open when she was sure it would be safe.

She'd seen the two lines when she'd first checked, they were strong ones, too. The strongest she'd ever gotten.

But still, it was the answer she didn't want. That she never wanted but had gotten so many times.

"Then it sounds like you should." Harley had put her pudding cup on the counter beside her, her attention completely and wholly on Dinah, enough that it made her want to be honest.

It helped that somehow Harley was both a friend she could confide in, and someone she barely spoke to. It was like talking to no one but also talking to her bestfriend all at once.

"Are you worried about telling Oliver?"

"No. I don't plan on telling him at all."

"Do you not want to keep it?"

"I do."

"Then why wouldn't you tell him? Won't he find out?"

"No." Dinah sighed, Harley was, somehow, good at this. She walked around her to take the stool beside her, placing the test back on the counter- too close to the pudding for her liking, but she was sure Harley didn't care.

"It never lasts." She said. "There's no use in telling him."

"What if this one does?"

"It won't. Look- we wanted kids, he did. The first couple times I did tell him, and we were excited, but it's ended the same way every time. I haven't told him the last few times."

"How many times?" Harley's eyes were wide, looking at every detail on Dinah's face that remained impressively passive.

"Three, that he knew about. This will make eight, all together."

"And you just go through it alone?"

"He'd get excited, and then he'd get hurt. So yes, I do. I know that no matter what the test says there won't be a baby, it doesn't hurt, anymore."

Harley was quiet, just looking at her.

"Yes it does." She finally said. "You want this baby?"

"But I won't have it. There are other options- I mean we have Roy, Connor-"

"But they're not yours. You didn't get to raise them, you just love them."

"I have Sin." Dinah said.

"You're allowed to be hurt," Harley, to her surprise, was remaining completely professional. She'd left the pudding on the counter, instead of shovelling it into her mouth mid surprise-therapy session. "Women are usually told to just get over it. But that's not really realistic."

"I lost my ability to have kids years ago." She shrugged, trying to stand her ground that this was nothing to her, now.

"If you're sure you can't have a kid, that you can't have a viable pregnancy, why take a test at all?"

"Because I was late."

"Yeah," Even not holding the pudding itself Harley still held the spoon, waving it around like it was just an extension of her hand. Pointing with it. "But if you were completely confident that you would miscarry, why would you need to know that there was a baby at all? One day you'd wake up, and you'd be bleeding, and you could keep going."

"Not necessarily-" Dinah wasn't complete sure why she was arguing, why she was having this conversation at all. Harley with her blue eyes so big in her head and waving around a spoon as she spoke.

"Because you could successfully carry a pregnancy to term? Because this could be the one?"

"No. Because I could miscarry later and need medical assistance to pass the fetus."

"Don't revert to medical terms to make you feel better." Harley clicked her tongue, wagged her finger, "you're hiding behind professional language."

She ignored what the clown said, at most rolling her eyes just slightly- she wondered if that would make her correct her too. Now she was hiding behind childish behaviours, acting like a teenager who hadn't learned how to deal with the hard feelings yet.

"Or I could have a late term miscarriage- a stillbirth, technically."

"Has that happened?" Harley cocked her head, somehow completely focused on her throughout all of their conversation.

"The longest I've carried a pregnancy was 26 weeks and then there was no heart beat. It was my fifth."

"So Ollie knew?"

"Oliver knew. After the first two I decided to stop telling him, but with that one it was two weeks. And then three. I told him when I was 14 weeks. I pretended like it was a shock to me and I had just found out, but really I was only telling him because I was worried I'd start to show."

"Dinah, tell him about this one."

"No." She shook her head. "I've already told one more person than I wanted to."

"You really tell no one? Not your own husband, what about Barbara?"

"I don't want to be pitied."

"It's not pity." Harley answered. "it's sympathy. Because this sucks ass and you don't deserve to do it alone."

"I'd rather no one know. I'd rather just lose the baby and move on."

"The one you lost at 26 weeks, was it a boy or a girl?"

"Girl." Dinah answered immediately and wished she hadn't.

She'd been arguing so hard that the losses didn't matter, that she just moved on. But that answer was too readily available to her to not matter.

"What did you name her?"

"I didn't-"

"I know you did, Dinah. What did you name her?"

"Dinah. After my mother. To be- to be honest I don't know. I knew Dinah would be in there, but we thought we had more time. We were discussing other options- Drake, maybe. Or- or Dinah as a middle name. But we ran out of time. So her name never got farther than Dinah."

"Do you and Ollie talk about her?"

"No."

"Maybe you should."

"No." Dinah shook her head. "He doesn't like to. It's hard."

"That's the point, D.D."

"Can our appointment be over? Can you just eat your pudding?"

[zylev-blog]

It took a long time to get there, but Dash quit bullying Danny when he realized he was in love with the little twerp. By the time they were 15, Danny realized that he liked the new and improved Dash, and decided to give him a go and they became boyfriend.

Everything crumbled at 16 when Dash discovered that he was actually adopted, and his biological parents were Harley Quinn and the Joker.

When Danny told his parents about that, his mom looked confused. “Honey,” Maddie began, “Don’t you remember that you’re Batman’s son?”

“What?!” Danny blurted out. “Don’t you think I’d remember something like that?”

“We told you when you were five and you said you didn’t care about that.” Maddie reminded him.

Turns out, Dash wasn’t the only one with surprise parents. Now neither of them knew what to do.

[spencer0o7]

christmas w harley

harley quinn x gn!reader

pretty sure harley is jewish but i think she’d still celebrate christmas

She’s literally been planning christmas since September. She’s so excited for Christmas and especially because she’s celebrating it with you.

On December 1st she already completely decorated your apartment. You helped of course.

You got to sit on Harley’s shoulders to put the treetopper on the (heavily) decorated christmas tree, almost falling off a few times.

After hopping off Harley’s shoulders you two stand next to each other holding hands and as you admire the Christmas tree.

The ornaments aren’t in any cohesive theme, just different ornaments you and Harley have picked up throughout your adventures. You love them though. They all have meaningful memories behind them.

You and Harley both put up mistletoes in the spots of your apartment you’re in the most. One day you come home from a bad day at work. You step into the living room where Harley’s sitting on the couch.

She notices your exhausted expression as she looks up to see you’re standing right under the mistletoe she hung up.

Harley jumps up from the couch to wrap her arms around your neck and give you a big kiss on your cheek. You immediately cheer up. Being around Harley always makes you happy.

When it finally starts snowing in Gotham Harley sits by the window watching it fall.

You make two mugs of hot chocolate and join her at the window. “You gonna go out when there’s enough snow, Harls?”

Harley turns to you with an excited smile. “I was thinkin’ of makin’ snow angels.”

You hand her her mug of hot chocolate “Can I join you?” Harley beamed “Ohmigosh yes, we can make a snowman or have a snowball fight.”

You giggle seeing how excited she is. You give her a kiss on her cheek as she takes a sip from her mug.

[shykpop]

MARVEL & DC icons, +like or reblog If you use

[capr1pengu1n]

Let's go paint the town on our way home

Summary: After her latest crime, Harley comes home and wants nothing more than to rail her girlfriend in her adrenaline fueled state.

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader (no use of y/n), villain kink/crime kink, dom!harley, thigh riding, fingering, strap-on use, praise and degradation, harley and reader are dating

Words: 3.1k

Notes: Wanted to write my gf while i work on a riddler request, I love writing Harley (and tbh I love writing wlw)

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‘This is Vicki Vale reporting live from downtown Gotham, where we’re receiving information that a business meal seating various members of the board of directors of Lexcorp was interrupted by known criminal Harley Quinn, who proceeded to hold them at gunpoint and rob them.’

Observing the TV with wide eyes, you watch the cctv footage of your girlfriend skipping into the Plaza Hotel armed with her pink and red glittery gun and baseball back strapped to her back. You sit up on the sofa, following the story as it’s being reported. Knowing she was planning something, she hadn’t told you anything about it, not a completely uncommon occurrence for her. But now as you sit and fidget on the cushions, fiddling with the expensive bracelet she’d given you a few weeks ago, you can’t deny the heat that rises to your cheeks.

Having a girlfriend who’s as dangerous and…unpredictable as Harley certainly kept life interesting, but you couldn’t deny how much her criminality excited you. Something about her bubbly personality being contrasted by the violence that she could display at any given moment was something that thrilled you and slightly scared you in equal measure.

Still, seeing the shaky phone camera footage capturing how she tormented the rich bastards of Lexcorp certainly makes you feel more thrilled and excited than anything. She’d opted to wear the red and black corset you loved on her, accentuating her body and pushing her chest up just right. It made you feel a little pervy, with your first thought being that you wished the cameraman lingered on her before he tried to duck under a table.

Regardless, that thought didn’t wait for long before you hear loud rhythmic knocks at your apartment door. You get up, but seemingly not fast enough before the door is rammed open. Gasping, you panic a little before your girlfriend bounces in, a bag on her shoulder and a wild look in her eye. Placing her gun on the sideboard and unclasping her bat from her back, she smirks.

“Awe sugar, you watchin’ about me?”

You can recognise her facial expression and general demeanor as she comes over to you. Her breath erratic and slightly laboured, her pupils blown wide, and that laser focused look in them. She’s high on adrenaline, on the thrill of committing a crime. And the way she slams her lips into yours proves that.

Stumbling backwards, you brace yourself on the sofa’s armrest before she pushes you fully on the sofa and climbs onto your lap. Her lips move quickly against yours, her red lipstick mostly likely smudging and leaving a mess. Licking your bottom lip teasingly, she giggles against you and pull away, now fully straddling you.

“Ya saw me on the news then?” She grins, clearly fishing for praise you were all too happy to give.

“Yeah, you looked amazing.” You breathe, staring up at her like she’d hung the stars for you.

“Mhm, I was pretty good huh?”

She leans down and kisses up your neck, kiss marks littering your skin in a frantic manner. Humming against it, she grins before sucking and leaving a large hickey, reveling in your soft noise.

“What did you…steal from them?” You ask, wanting to get a little more information out of her before she presumably rails you into oblivion.

She huffs against your neck, clearly not wanting to remove her teeth from your pulse point but she sits back up. However she grins and changes her mind as she hops off you and grabs the bag.

“Those rich shmucks had so much in those fat wallets, you got no idea sweetheart.” She grins, before dumping it all out onto your carpet.

Eyes widening, you take in the Rolex watches and wads of dollar bills and cuff links and…suit jackets?

“Oh yeah, made a few of ‘em strip naked. Heard ‘em sayin’ rude things about the waitress.” She explains with a cruel laugh, and you can’t deny how much you bite your lip a little at the thought of her humiliating those pigs. Noticing, she tilts your chin to look up at her now you’re sitting up, her chipped nail slightly digging in.

“You like that? The thought of me bein' mean to those men? Does it make your pussy wet to know how bad I am?”

Her slightly teasing and slightly demeaning tone has you nodding in agreement before you can process what she said, pathetic eyes looking up at her. Grinning, she bends over to kiss you again before groping you through your pyjama shorts. You gasp, not expecting her to touch you so quickly before she pulls her hand away with a smirk.

“Fuckin’ drenched, that’s my girlie.”

You whimper softly and nod, before Harley straightens up and bends down properly again to sift through some of her loot. Her ass is squeezed into a pair of her favourite red and black leather trousers, as you ogle her shamelessly. Just when you’re about to reach out and get some payback for her groping you, she moves and turns back to you, grabbing your arms and starting to place the expensive watches on you.

You almost laugh at how big some of them are on your arms, as she loads you up with watches that most likely cost more than your rent for a whole year. She hums at her handiwork, adding a few bracelets she got from the women of the hotel before sitting on your lap once again, running her hands along your chest.

“They look much better now, on the arms of someone much prettier.”

You smile a little at her compliment, before she slowly pushes your pyjama top up. She waits for your permission before pulling it clean off, starting to fondle your breasts. Pushing your chest out, she grins and circles you nipples with her thumbs. You respond with a soft noise, gripping her waist before gently trying to move her onto your thigh.

“God I’m desperate for ya dollface, seein’ you sat here so polite and civilian like, watchin’ reports of my crimes on the news.” She growls out, clearly excited as you make a strangled noise. She laughs before readjusting herself, starting to grind on your thigh as she kisses you once again. She completely dominates the kiss, her tongue in your mouth as you both swap spit. It’s messy and filthy and just what she wants. After her past partners, she’s overjoyed that she managed to find a girl like you, someone so innocent. In a way you almost remind her of herself, but she’s determined to treat you better than she was treated. You’re her goddamn princess, her pretty pet to be pampered and spoiled; as well as to be used for pleasure.

Starting to move her over your thigh, you let her hump against you, releasing her pent up energy. She moans softly into your mouth, causing your hips to buck up as your clit throbs. Head spinning, you shift her back and forth, attempting to keep up with her frantic and disjointed kiss. When she pulls away for breath, saliva connects your lips as she keeps grinding. Your hands move to her hips, before moving to squeeze her ass, finally doing what you’ve wanted to do as soon as you saw her in the skin tight leather.

She responds with a soft groan, gripping your neck as she keeps moving. With the sudden pressure, you gasp and start to bounce your leg, wanting to give her the most pleasure you can. Eventually though she reluctantly gets off you, just to quickly unbutton her trousers and pull them down. Gazing at her black lacy panties, she grins and gives you a spin. She’s never been one to be shy about her body in any capacity.

“Wore ‘em for you sugar, you like?”

You can only nod dumbly as she resettles on your thigh and starts again, pushing you so your back is against the sofa completely and her hand can find a home around your neck once again. She moans softly, only her panties separating her dripping cunt from your thigh as she grinds. You run your hands over her now exposed thighs, feeling the smooth skin underneath you. The shiver that runs through your girlfriend’s body makes you almost moan yourself, gripping her hips and guiding her movements again as the grip she has on your neck tightens a little.

“Fuck…you’re so good f’me, so so good.” She praises, words a little slurred due to how worked up she was before she even got her hands on you.

Wanting her to feel more, you gently move your hand and brush your thumb against her clothed clit, causing a high pitched whimper to escape her. Taking this as encouragement, you do your best to rub soft circles as she grinds against your thigh, before she stills and allows you to slip your hand fully into her panties. You rub her clit faster now, knowing her body well enough to know how close she is to the edge.

“Yeah just like that, yeah baby…so good…” she moans out, gripping your neck so tight you feel lightheaded. But that feeling only serves to push you more, wanting to feel her come undone. Your twisted way of rewarding her for her twisted actions. She starts to hump your hand, breath getting more airy and stuttery.

“I’m gonna cum sugar…yeah that’s it make me cum…” she encourages you, but with the grip on your throat it’s not like you have much choice. Still, you keep your rhythm until she’s cumming on your hand with a loud whine, soaking your fingers in her wetness. You whimper as she releases her grip, as you gulp heavy intakes of air.

She grins, seemingly not needing a rest after her orgasm before she excitedly pulls you up to your feet, kissing you frantically once more before pulling away.

“Ain’t you perfect. Come on, this is just the start.”

She pulls you into the bedroom, the garish watches on your wrists and arms clacking against each-other as she pushes you face first onto the bed. You go to readjust yourself, slightly dazed from the fast pace, before she slaps your ass.

“Nuh uh, no movin’” she reprimands you, as she reaches under the bed for the box you keep all your toys in. Since you both started dating, your sex toy collection had increased dramatically, with Harley always keen to try out new things, no matter how daunting they looked to you. In fact, in the first few months of you both dating, Gotham’s sex shops saw an uptake in robberies, which Harley pretends to not know anything about. She grabs a bottle of lube before she gets the blindfold out, going over and placing it on your eyes.

“Look at you…you’re the best thing I ever stole.” She says lowly, running a nail down your spine to make you shiver. Clenching your thighs together, you whimper and she has the audacity to laugh. “And so desperate already.”

She takes a moment to observe you, like a gift all for her, before she digs into the box again. You can hear her, but for someone so frantic and high on adrenaline earlier, she's certainly being slow now.

"Harley…”

“Don’t be a brat pet.” She scolds you, pinching your hip and causing you to jump a little. You hear the sound of metal clasps as you try your hardest to be good for her, to not move or squirm.

“Y’know…those men I robbed? They were sayin’ shit to the waitress about how good they were in bed. How good they could fuck.” She starts, causing you to frown a little in confusion before you hear the bottle of lube open and her wet fingers prodding against your hole.

You moan softly as she sinks them inside you, two digits stretching you out before she continues. “Thought it was so funny, the male ego and all that. As if they’re god’s gift.”

Trying to follow along with her words, you nod in agreement as she presses your g spot over and over again in a relentless pace. Your hips buck into the bed sheets, relieving some pressure on your aching clit.

“But it’s bullshit, ain’t no man that good.” She mumbles, pressing a third finger inside. That’s when you realise she isn’t just fingering you, she’s prepping you. Prepping you for something bigger.

Stretching your wet pussy, the lewd sounds make you whimper in embarrassment but only serve to spur Harley on. Her fingers dig into your hips to keep you still as she thrusts her fingers in and out roughly.

“Ain’t no way they’d be able to have you like this, dripping like a goddamn faucet for me.” She says proudly, smacking your ass as if to accentuate her point.

Roughly she removes her digits, before you hear the cap of the lube pop open again. You try and look under your blindfold and crane your neck but decide against it; when Harley’s in one of these moods, she can be brutal in regards to punishments. Then you feel the tip of a dildo against your needy hole, teasing your entrance.

“Ain’t no way they could fuck you like I can.” She declares, before the dildo is forced inside of you. Crying out, you claw at the sheets as it fills you, the size taking you off guard for a moment. Then when you feel her hips pressed against your ass, it all makes sense as she bottoms out inside you. She isn’t just fucking you with the dildo, she’s fucking you with her strap.

“Say it f’me sugar.” She tells you, pulling your hair gently.

“Nobody can fuck me like you Harls…”

“Damn right.” She says triumphantly before pulling out and thrusting inside again, causing you both to moan. It takes all her willpower not to just rail you into the mattress right away, knowing she needs to get you used to the pace and size. Despite her eagerness, she never wants to hurt you in a way you don’t enjoy, in a way you don’t beg her for.

Sliding her hand up your back, she settles on grabbing your hand, holding it as she rocks in and out of you at a steady pace. She peppers kisses along your shoulders, her red lipstick staining your skin in beautiful strokes of passion.

Every little gasp and whimper that falls from your lips is music to her ears, wishing she can bottle it inside a music box to play whenever she wants. Her thoughts drift to recording you and putting the sound in her fake jack-in-the-boxes; the look on penguin’s men’s faces or the pigs at GCPD when they hear your pretty cries before the trap explodes in a bomb of confetti and knock out gas.

However she’s snapped from those thoughts when she realises she’s slowed down. You’re moaning impatiently, trying to thrust back into her cock, to which she smiles.

“So slutty, all for me.” She coos, picking up the pace, “gonna whine like a little brat whenever i slow down?”

Nodding, you claw at the sheets as you're fucked, the laughter you hear from behind you only succeeding in getting your pussy that much wetter. Every nudge you feel the dildo against your g spot has you making pathetic noises, shivering as your girlfriend squeezes and gropes at your ass.

"C'mon doll, tell me you like it."

"I like it Harley." You're pretty proud of yourself for being able to remain coherent as you're railed, especially when she spanks you sharply.

"Yeah, bet you do. Bet y'were just waitin' for me to get home to fuck your pretty little cunt huh?"

Moving to nod, she spanks you harder, clearly in the mood to give you every scrap of sensation she can tonight. Scrambling forward a little, the jangle of the watches and bracelets on your wrists act almost like a bell on a collar, alerting her to your movements.

"Nuh uh, you ain't getting away from me babygirl. Just gonna lie there and take it."

And take it you do. You take each punishing thrust into your cunt, gasping for breath between whines and groans as Harley truly makes good on her word. She fucks you better than anyone ever has, anyone ever could. And you take it.

Soon your clit throbs from lack of attention, and you let out a pitiful noise, to which she responds "Awe, your clit all needy? Need ol' Harls to play with it? Make it all better?"

You nod and beg almost immediately, like a tape being played, desperate for her to give in. Luckily for you, she does, reaching around and rubbing fast circles.

"There ya are, ain't you a lucky girl. Could've made ya beg for it more. I'm in a givin' mood tonight."

Her words cause your body to tense, the pleasure simmering in your core as she keeps fucking you deep. God you wish you could see her from behind the blindfold, but you can't deny the sensations are all the more intense with it over your eyes. After a while, the build up of your orgasm threatens to reach its peak as you tell her.

"Oh baby, wanna see ya cum so bad. Come on sugar, gimme what I want. Want y'to make a mess all over my dick."

After her practically begging you, it only takes a few more thrusts for you to cum with a desperate moan, making good on her word and making a mess all over the plastic toy. She gives a shriek of happiness, not stopping until you twitch and gasp in overstimulation before reluctantly pulling out. Leaning down, she gives a comedically loud MWAH to your asscheek, branding you with a lipstick mark before undoing her strap.

"Did so well for me precious! God you're such a good girl." she praises as she lays beside you, beaming. You in turn thank her and snuggle up to her, letting her arms go around your body and pull you closer, reaching behind your head to undo the blindfold. Adjusting to the light, you squint up at her gorgeous face as she smiles down at you with pride.

"My favourite girl, you know that right?" she asks, pulling you impossibly closer. You miss it, but her soft expression conveys her satisfaction at your current situation; how safe she truly feels with you, and how grateful she is for that safety. You let her be herself, when at times she isn't completely sure what is herself. And hell, you even like it, you like her more obsessive and criminal tendencies. With a gently brush of her fingers in your hair, she feels at home in your bed, with you and only you.

"Yeah Harley, and you're mine."

[foxcantswim]

Barbie takes Harley to Barbieland... TW: Some language and gross af fluff (and Harley plotting Ken's demise)

The two blondes stood just outside of Barbieland, Harley leaned against the pink convertible with a sour look on her face.

"You know I love ya puddin', but I ain't wearing that," Harley scoffed at the bright pink dress in Barbie's hands.

"But you will look so beautiful-! N-Not that you don't already, I just-!"

Harley smirked before stepping towards her, "I know, don't worry," her hand cupped Barbie's jaw, causing the latter's face to heat up.

"I-I might have something in my dreamhouse that you can wear... If you aren't too fond of this dress," Barbie's eyes darted around, looking anywhere but into Harley's.

With a sigh, Harley nodded, "I'll consider it puddin'."

Barbie giggled with delight before taking her girlfriend off guard, she pulled her into a short but sweet kiss before bouncing towards the car. Harley couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing on her own face. She would always be wrapped around Barbie's finger, she would never deny it.

... < Come read on ao3 :) Thank you!

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Iceberg Siren pt 1

**based on a prompt by @purple-goo-writes about Danny getting a job as a club singer for Penguin- I hope y'all like it!**

Oswald Cobblepot watched as his lounge’s newest acquisition crooned on stage, the crowd transfixed by the young man’s stunning voice. The Penguin was beginning to notice that the Iceberg’s profits went up by twenty percent every night this particular new hire was singing, and he had plans to promote the kid. Daniel Nightingale lived up to his name.

He’d stumbled into the young man in an alley, starving and beaten, and offered him a cleaning job. Daniel had taken him up on it, after his sharp blue eyes searched Oswald’s face like he could see his very soul. One of his bartenders had heard the young man singing while he worked a few weeks in, and soon enough, Daniel was the Iceberg’s crowning glory, even if he didn’t know it himself.

Oswald would make sure the young man knew how valuable he was to the Penguin and never left.

Danny gave a short bow to the crowd after his last song, and they all made noises of disappointment as he slipped off the stage through the door in the back. It had been several months since he’d started singing at the Iceberg, and he was thriving. Penguin had started paying him more for less work- Two nights a week he sang, enchanting the denizens of Gotham’s underworld.

It was probably cheating, that he was using some ghostly tricks picked up from Ember, but it’s not like the GIW existed in this universe to track him down.

“Siren! Boss wants you in the VIP lounge before you take off.”

Matt, his security detail, was waiting for him outside his dressing room.

“Sure! Walk me up?”

Danny winked at Matt, who just rolled his eyes.

“Happily married, Siren. Let’s go.”

With a laugh, Danny turned to head up the back steps to the VIP area, swinging his hips a little to make Matt sigh in exasperation.

He wasn’t truly interested in Matt- nor anyone else he’d met in the dimension, but as he began to be fed on a regular basis and filled out more, he found that people thought he was attractive, and he enjoyed the attention. It was far different from being reviled as a nerd or even as the local menace. The attention of people who wanted him felt easier to control even than the attention he received from the ghosts as their king.

The door to the VIP balcony swung open as he approached, and he was waved through. Plastering a sultry smile on his face, he slunk through the tables, winking at patrons as he made his way to his boss.

The Penguin was sitting in a comfortable chair on a raised dais, across the table from a man Danny hadn’t seen in the Iceberg before. The stranger was wearing a domino mask, and had a streak of white through otherwise black hair.

“Thank you for coming, Siren. Please, sit!”

An attendant melted out of the shadows with a third chair, placed beside the bossman. Danny smiled gratefully at the attendant and settled into the chair.

He wasn’t sure what Penguin wanted- sometimes he called Danny up just to show him off in his glittering dress that clung to his skin, and sometimes he called Danny up to read whether a person was trustworthy or not.

“Siren, Mr. Hood here was suggesting a possible business deal- why don’t you hear him out and tell me what you think?”

Ah, reading. Danny could do that.

“I don’t have time for nonsense, Cobblepot.”

The man’s growl raised goosebumps on Danny’s arms, and he had to take a moment to collect himself. Damned if that wasn’t sexy as hell.

“Oh, but Mister Hood, I’d love to hear about your business proposal! What my employer does with his money affects us too, you know- if the business proposal falls through….” Danny batted his eyelashes at the man. “I’m sure you know what happens to the bottom line.”

Red Hood sighed, and then began to explain himself.

Danny didn’t listen to the actual proposal more than he needed to make the appropriate noises. Instead he listened to the tone and cadence of the crime lord’s voice, the way his body moved as he spoke. Everything screamed sincerity, even the small, half-formed core pulsing in the man.

Wait. Hold up. Turn around, go back. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. A core? Here? In someone so clearly still living?

He would have to investigate, but later. His employer was beginning to look to him for a verdict.

“Wow! That sure does sound interesting,” simpering, Danny stood and wrapped an arm around Penguin’s shoulders. “I think you should hear him out, boss- he seems pretty up-and-up to me!”

Penguin smiled sharply up at him and then waved him away.

Danny could feel the stranger’s eyes on him as he left, swaying back to where Matt was waiting at the door.

~~

Look. Danny didn’t intend to get into this situation on his day off, but things just happened to him that didn’t happen to other people. Sam and Tucker would call it the “Fenton Luck”.

Danny didn’t think luck was involved at all.

If luck had been involved, the weird clown wouldn’t have attacked him with a crowbar. If luck had been involved, Danny wouldn’t have responded like he would with a ghost. If. Luck. Had. Been. Involved, the clown would not have flown back into a brick wall and then slumped like a marionette with it’s strings cut.

Stepping forward, Danny leaned down to check his victim’s pulse, but reeled back when he got a good look at the man’s face.

The Joker’s sightless eyes stared back up at him.

Ancients.

“Whatcha got there, sweet thing?”

Luck had nothing to do with anything in Danny’s life, ever. He was cursed somehow, that had to be it.

“A bagel?”

Harley Quinn hopped off the roof and came to investigate Danny’s dead body.

“Sure looks to me like an ex-boyfriend of mine, and not at all bagel shaped. You didn’t even leave a hole in him!”

“I’m…. Sorry?”

Harley grinned up at him, all teeth and a fierce light in her eyes.

“No need, sugar, you did a good thing. What I wonder is why the gas hasn’t triggered?”

Danny laughed nervously- he couldn’t help it, his fear response was laughter!

“Gas?”

“Mhmm! Had his body rigged, the bastard. Joker gas should have spread for six blocks or more when his vitals stopped.”

“Oh. I- you won’t tell the bats, will you?”

“My lips are sealed! I don’t owe Batsy anything!”

With a sigh, Danny shrugged.

“I’m a meta. Joker gas preys on fear, and so do I. The gas must have triggered, but I’m close enough that I filtered it pretty fast.”

Harley put her hands on her hips.

“Batsy doesn’t like metas much.”

“The Bat can suck it.”

She laughed and slung an arm over his shoulder.

“I like you, kid! Let me call my body disposal squad.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Poison Ivy and the Red Hood walked into the alley, looking around cautiously. Harley had talked Danny into braiding her hair, and was chatting amiably at Danny.

“-And that’s why Bill owes me a trip to Cabo. I don’t plan to collect, though, he’s just a henchman. Ives! Thanks for coming!”

Red Hood put his hands on his hips.

“I get why you called her, Harley, but why me?”

Harley tilted her head, pulling her hair out of Danny’s hands carelessly.

“You deserve to see him before he disappears, kid. The whole of Gotham deserves that, but we can’t risk it.”

“See who?”

She pointed at the body, and Red Hood went to inspect it. While he did so, Ivy walked up to Danny, peering down on him.

“I know you.”

“Hi, Dr. Isley.”

“I was right! You work for Oswald. Almost didn’t recognize you without your getup. I take it this was your doing?”

“Yes ma’am, although entirely on accident.”

She laughed, and Danny smiled too.

“One we’re all glad for. Thank you.”

There were stomping footsteps, and Red Hood was suddenly in front of them. Harley stood up from the box she’d been sitting on, shielding Danny with her body.

“You did this?”

Danny the angry pulsing of the Hood’s half-formed core. It felt similar to the way his own core had felt when he was forced away from Amity Park. He slid out from between Harley and Ivy and held out his hand.

Hood took it, whether on purpose or unconsciously.

“Hi. Danny Nightingale. I just avenged thousands by accident. Please don’t kill me.”

The pulsing turned from anger to relief, and the Red Hood laughed. It sounded odd through the modulator in the helmet, but Danny smiled along nonetheless.

[diorsluv]

die for you , part 1

“ swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night ”

series m. list next chapter

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next chapter notes ) your bitch is back with a trevor au and this time it’s gonna be irl + smau because i was fucking STRUGGLING with feather.. and also i’m thinking of the nickname being lacey because i think it’s just so cute and also i got a whole backstory and all… 😈 but regarding ilia malinin and all of my favorite dallas stars.. yall might have to know some stars and figure skating lore for this one but i don’t really think it’s gonna affect the plot of the story or the story itself (you just might not know who anyone is 😭😭) as always if you wanna be tagged, just comment or dm me!!