#ler harley

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

IRONFAM PROMPT <3. basically Tony Peter and harley are cuddled up watching a movie but Peter keeps spoiling it and so Tony and harley tickle him

Movie Night

Summary: See prompt above :)

(For the record, I work with teenagers so I'm basing the conversation around how they talk 😅 Also, they recently watched Spies in Disguise so that movie is fresh in mind 🙃 Hope you enjoy Anon ❤️😅)

"Oh! Ahhhhh, can I get you something to drink first?"

"Bet you the water turns him into a pigeon."

Harley shoved him. "Peter! Shut up!"

Peter shoved him back. "And then Lovey flirts with him."

"Peter!"

Tony sighed. "Pete, knock it off."

"It was just a guess Mr. Stark!"

"Yes, but you've seen this movie before so you know what's going to happen."

Peter rolled his eyes, but quieted down for a bit.

Harley even settled back down so they could enjoy the movie. "Thank you."

However, as the movie progressed to the next scene, Peter's antics started up again. "Bet you they blow up his house."

Harley shoved him. "Peter!"

"Pete, if you don't stop annoying him---."

The younger boy feigned innocence. "What Mr. Stark? I'm doing anything!"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "What's gotten into you tonight Pete?"

Peter sunk down into his seat and crossed his arms. "Nothing."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm fine Mr. Stark."

Harley turned to glare at his surrogate brother. "You won't be if you don't shut up!"

"Oh yeah!" Peter snapped back. "What are you going to do about it!"

"Boys! If you both don't stop, I'll cancel movie night!"

Both Harley and Peter thankfully fell silent. Even though he may not be a fan of the movie, Peter even kept his mouth shut for a while.

However, Tony watched him lean closer to Harley. "Bet you Walter doesn't make it across."

Before the older mentor could respond, Harley dug his hands into Peter's armpits.

"SQUEE! MR. STAHARK!"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "What's going on Har?"

"He did it again Tony!"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHIHING!"

"Uh-huh." Tony leaned closer. "So you whispering to Harley had nothing to do with the movie."

"EEP! WHAT WHISPERIIIING!"

Tony leaned back into his seat and switched on the subtitles. "Uh-huh."

Harley paused. "Do I have to stop?"

"I didn't tell you you have to?"

"W-wait---!"

Before Peter could get another word out, Harley started massaging circles into his ribs.

The teen squealed and tried to slide down. However, Harley pulled him up and into his lap. "HARLEY NO! LEHET ME GOHO!"

"Betcha you'll squeal again if I do this!"

Peter bent in half when Harley shook his hand into his stomach. But he also did squeal upon impact.

"Ahand I betcha you'll roll if I do this!"

"NAAAAH!" Peter rolled over onto his side as Harley dug into his thighs. "JERK!"

"Oh, now I'm the jerk?" The older teen buried his hand into the back of Peter's knees.

"EEK! YES!"

"Not you for literally spoiling the movie?"

"IHI DIHID NOTHIHING!"

"Liar."

"HONEST!"

Harley pinned the young teen in his lap and lifted one finger. "Admit you were being a jerk during the movie, or I'm going for your weak spot next."

Peter desperately tried to protect his stomach. "Noho! Don't yohou dahare!"

Harley readjusted his grip so Peter couldn't bend over as far and slowly lowered his finger down. "Then admit you were a jeherk."

"No!"

"Your choice."

"But Ihi dihidn't do anything!"

Harley's finger descended closer and closer. "5."

"No!"

"4."

"M-mr. Stark!"

"3."

"Plehease!"

"2."

The older man shrugged.

"What!"

"1."

Peter jumped as Harley slipped his hand under his shirt and dug his finger into the teen's belly button. "AH! W-WAIT!"

Harley smirked. "0."

Peter bucked and squirmed in his surrogate brother's hold. Harley was playing dirty! "SQUEE! GET OUT!"

"Admit you were a jerk."

"NO!"

"Thehen you get tickled."

"NO!"

"Then what do you have to do?"

"NOHO!"

Tony chuckled. "Yohou're doing exactly what hehe wahants Har."

The older teen looked up. "What?"

"He's annoying you becahause hehe knows you'll reahact." Tony reached over to spider around the thrashing teen's neck. "And he'll gehet tickles."

"EEK!" Peter blushed. "SHUT UHUP!"

The older teen's smirk grew even larger. "Oho reallyhy?"

"MR. STAHARK! YOHOU JERK!"

The older mentor sipped his water.

"Well if it's tickles you want." Harley switched to spidering around the younger teen's tummy. "Then yohou're ihin for a treat."

"Ach!" Peter's grin grew. "Nohohoho!"

"Soho this is ahall it took to make you stohop?"

"Noho!"

"I would have done this ahagehes agoho!"

Peter squealed again as Harley moved to another spot.

Meanwhile, Harley turned to Tony. "Care to help me ohout Tony?"

"NO!"

The older mentor grinned. "Whyhy suhure Harley. I'd behe honored toho help."

Peter squirmed away as two more hands joined in on tickling him. "NAH WAIT!"

Harley chuckled as he spidered down to another spot. "Ihi think this should behe our new movie nihight tradition."

"Couldn't ahagrehee more Har."

Peter didn't give a verbal response. He just laughed his little heart out under the fingers of two grinning tickle monsters.

[alicehardcore]

Traditional doodle dump!!!!

[ticklish-switchler]

Nobody talks about how Harley Queen is perfect tickler material, and she being a ler than a lee fits way much better in my imagination.

I wish I could be her lee!!!!

F/M tickling scene (Harley Queen/Nightwing)

[tyongbrat]

LOSER

۵ avisos: bully reader, spanking, dirty talk, humilhação, degradation kink.

a inspiração pra esse smut foi "the dare" da Harley Laroux, caso alguém se interesse por ler algo parecido.

1. Compulsão; É a tendência à repetição, impulso ou sensação de estar sendo levado, irresistivelmente, a executar alguma ação irracional.

Ele não era um nerd tímido, apesar de inteligente para um caralho, Kim Jungwoo estava longe dos esteriótipos de pessoas que sofrem bullying, mas ele sofria, sofria por motivos não tão óbvios: VOCÊ! você o odiava, sem mais, sem explicações. Ver Jungwoo sofrer te deixava feliz, era obsessivo, uma compulsão, como uma doença que corrói cada parte do seu corpo.

Você poderia construir um monólogo com os "motivos" para odiar o rapaz, "como alguém pode não se importar com o que veste" você repetia exasperada para sua amiga, "ele se acha tão melhor que os outros" era a mesma conversa todos os dias, "com aqueles grandes coturnos de combate, aquelas tatuagens ridículas e aquele cabelo estranho" "ele merece todas as coisas ruins" suas amigas não aguentava mais, era repetitivo.

Tratá-lo como aberração te fazia sentir viva, humilhar ele na frente das suas amigas, obrigar seus "cachorrinhos" a bater, maltratar e levá-lo ao extremo te dava prazer.

E mesmo com toda a crueldade, era ridículo a forma que você se encontrava agora, joelhos dobrados como uma adoradora, a bunda sentada sob as panturrilhas, a mão grande de jungwoo mantendo a sua boca aberta, água salgada acumulada no canto dos olhos.

Era quente, terrivelmente quente pra você, a queimação instalada na boca do estômago, pingando para sua buceta, a dor inchada no seu clitóris, o coração palpitando quando ele enterrou com mais força os dedos na sua bochecha, enfiando sem dó a outra mão na sua boca, puxando o músculo umido para fora, acumulando saliva na própria boca e cuspindo na sua.

— boa menina - ele deu um tapinha de leve na sua bochecha, elogiando quando você não exitou em engolir.

As palavras amaciavam o seu ego, você ansiava por ser uma "boa menina" pra ele, queria os elogios, gostava de ser admirada por ele, era daí que vinha a "coisa toda" entre vocês, jungwoo não se importava o suficiente com a sua existência, não era como a manada de admiradores que seguiam você, então tê-lo no quarto, te dando o mínimo te excitava, ser degradada ou elogiada, apanhar ou ser acariciada, tanto faz desde que atenção dele estivesse em você.

Jungwoo agarrou um tufo de cabelo da sua nuca, obrigando você levantar, as mãos grosseiras não tiveram piedade em queimar seu coro cabeludo, como uma boneca frágil ele te manuseou até a mesa no canto daquele quarto, esticando seu corpo, pressionando a sua barriga na quina da mesa, era dolorido, você gemeu sentindo o abdômen pedir arrego, a sua bexiga apertada te dando a leve sensação que a qualquer momento você fosse mijar perna abaixo. O pensando da humilhação te excitou, imaginar o quanto jungwoo te humilharia, "garota burra não consegue aguentar um pouco de dor" esfregou uma perna na outra tentando diminuir a pressão.

E ele te bateu, a primeira palmada foi inesperada, queimação espalhando entre a coxa e uma parte da sua bundinha, a segunda não teve pausa entre a primeira, ele só seguiu batendo com mais força, pressionando seu rosto contra a mesa, "você é uma vadia sedenta" a voz sussurrada ao pé do ouvido te incentivou a gemer "a sua sorte é que eu amo vadias sedentas" "eu amo como você tá sempre disposta a se submeter a mim, amo que você não se importa que eu te maltrate" a palma dele colidiu com o centro da sua boceta, te dando um espasmo, o líquido escorrendo nas coxas, o dedo comprido dele captando uma parte da sua excitação e te obrigando a provar do seu gosto.

— daquela porta pra fora - ele moveu novamente sua cabeça para olhar para a porta — você pode ser a vadia má, a abelha rainha, mas aqui nesse quarto você é só minha bonequinha de foda.

O aperto na sua cabeça diminuiu, você sabia bem o que viria a seguir quando ouviu o barulho do cinto dele afrouxando, espiou ansiosa por cima do ombro, captando as íris escuras, tendo um sorriso perverso te encarando, o seu estômago borbulhando de ansiedade.

— abra pra mim – a voz era mansa, suave como uma brisa de quente de verão, mas era uma ordem, você sabia bem.

Suas mãos puxaram as bandinhas, deixando seus dois buracos expostos, os olhos dele derramando em tesão quando cuspiu no montinho enrugado, a saliva deslizando do cu para a boceta, a destra agarrou o seu pescoço, o aperto desejado por você não veio, mas a mão territorial estava pousada ali, descansando enquanto o cumprimento grosso te invadiu, "grande" a voz manhosa soou, a primeira vez que você ousou falar algo desde que ele tinha avisado que não queria ouvir a sua voz choramingando como uma grande vagabunda. Jungwoo queria te ver sofrer, te dar ordens que você realmente não podia cumprir e então finalmente te punir.

— apenas uma ordem – o aperto no seu pescoço veio – eu te dei uma ordem e você não conseguem cumprir.

Você choramingou em resposta. E ele rosnou furiosamente.

Sem pena, ele se enfiou todo em você, a força bruta do corpo bem maior que o seu, te empurrando contra o material da mesa, alargando cada parte da sua boceta, o dedo indicador sem educação nenhuma entrando no seu rabinho, a pressão entre as coxas. Lamúrias incoerentes vindo de você, o rosto banhando em lágrimas apertando o pau dele no seu interior, a vontade de gozar consumindo ambos, te deixando aérea do mundo.

Você até tentou manter os olhos abertos para encarar jungwoo, mas o prazer que te consumiu te obrigou a fechar os olhos, se derramando inteira no pau dele, tornando o ato de te penetrar mais difícil, obrigando jungwoo se forçar nas dobras apertadas, os gemidos animalescos alimentavam o seu fetiche em ser devorada pela fera que aquele homem se tornava, mais algumas bombeadas contra você e ele gozou rosnando o seu nome.

O pau deslizando para fora imediatamente, os olhos bonitos encontrando os seus, você tentava mas não podia evitar, era compulsiva por jungwoo.

[the-shy-ler]

hey bb 😘 9, 12, 15!

9 - already answered

12 - Name 3 fictional lees you’d love to wreck

I-

Oh boy, another question to expose me

Ummmm

1. Harley Quinn

2. Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe (one of my lees actually reminds me of them a lot soooo 🫣🫣🫣)

3. And Rosalina from the Mario series

15 - What’s a spot that you wish got more attention?

Hmmmmm, as a Ler I'd say that underneath the knees are quite an overlooked spot from time to time, I'll be the first to raise my hand to offer it more love 😇😉

Thanks for the ask Zee, my special little bb <3

[thebest-medicine]

((Some Headcanons for Tickletober))

Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy - Harley loves pretty much every aspect of tickling, has lots of fun either as Lee or Ler. Ivy takes a little while to open up to being comfortable being on the receiving end, and has some fun with it when Harley dishes some out. She is also happy to indulge Harley in whatever silly fantasies and bondage she can think up.

Edward Teach & Stede Bonnet - It takes a few times of Ed tickling the crap out of Stede for him to try fighting back and finding out Ed is ticklish as well. Stede finds out that he rather enjoys making Ed blush and laugh and squirm. They usually save teasing each other in this way for when they have some more privacy. Wouldn’t want to drastically embarrass either captain of the ship, right?

Luz & Amity - Amity tended to get really embarrassed and blushy when tickled and usually was only the victim of her siblings. Luz is super gentle and not pushy when she finds out Amity is ticklish and lets amity find out she is ticklish as well and opens her up to the form of physical affection. They have cute little tickle fights and poke at each other’s sides to get their attention. Amity’s ears are really ticklish. Amity turns to jelly when tickled whereas Luz flails and squirms like the wind.

Korra & Asami - Korra and Asami figure out that the other is ticklish when they are on vacation in the spirit world and are figuring out how to get closer and share physical affection and feelings and such. Korra sometimes accidentally bends when tickled really bad. Nothing crazy but like a small rumble in the earth nearby or water flowing a bit wobbly. They both think each other’s smile and laugh is super cute, and a lot of the time if one of them is tickling the other they end up making out / cuddling after.

Callum & Rayla - Rayla finds out Callum is ticklish thanks to Ezran and Zym, who end up knocking him down one evening and nudging and teasing him. Callum is mortified when he realizes Rayla sees what is happening and she gets a mischievous grin about it. From then on she finds joy in poking prodding or tickling him on a whim. Eventually he figures out he could actually fight back and figures out that she is ticklish as well, but it takes a lot to get the jump on her. Something something feather arms something..

[jusstya]

limite? QKAOWKOSKWOS que limite, meu anjo???

caso tenha interesse em ler, aqui está o link da fanfiction no wattpad (sim, é literalmente um croosover com junção de reencarnação/vida passada)

SINOPSE: Após renascer em outro universo depois de se sacrificar no seu original, Harley Quinn fez o que pôde para se encaixar, por mais que não gostasse da ideia de ter de escolher entre ser uma civil, uma vilã, ou uma heroína.

Decidida a viver uma vida normal, por mais difícil que foi nos primeiros anos, Harley agora estava com quase trinta anos, desempregada mesmo que tivesse alguns diplomas e cursos em seu currículo, e atualmente se encontrando em busca de, pelo menos, ter uma vida amorosa bem estruturada, mesmo que fosse difícil se relacionar depois de tudo que passou.

No entanto, era óbvio que o universo não estava ao seu favor, já que, no dia em que Quinzel marca um primeiro encontro com uma pessoa que conheceu em um aplicativo de namoro, um portal se abre no alto do céu de Nova York, e um Deus Nórdico chamado Loki decide que quer a terra para si.

Enfurecida com isso, principalmente pelo tanto de coisas que estavam dando errados em sua semana, Harley toma uma atitude impulsiva, que mudaria sua vida para sempre: decide ajudar os Vingadores na luta, mesmo que extremamente mal-humorada.

Mais gifs pq eu não conheço limites quando quero fazer uma galeria para as minhas fanfictions:

(não, não é triângulo amoroso pq eu não gosto de escrever isso)

(meus bebês e ninguém pode me dizer o contrário, beejo e é isso

[kreecomics]

Superman: Son of Kal-El (2021) [Review]

Eu sou "novo" no universo DC, li apenas algumas HQS de Batman, a run de Harley Quinn dos Novos 52, algumas coisas de Amazing Adventures, Jovens Titans e é isso ai. Decidi pegar a HQ do Jon para ler por motivos de ter sido muito divulgada na mídia porque velhos homofôbicos que não leem quadrinhos há uns 40 anos decidiram sair de suas tumbas para encher o saco.

Por não ter lido absolutamente nada de Superman basicamente em toda a minha existência, teve alguns assuntos que os personagens falavam — acontecimentos, que eu desconhecia. Mas isso não estragou a minha experiência em nada. Mas fiquei chocado ao descobrir que certo personagem há muito tempo com o Batman tinha ido de arrasta para cima ou que o Superman precisava "sumir" sabe lá Deus o porquê (deve ser explicado na Action Comics, não sei), que a identidade secreta de Superman havia sido revelada por ele mesmo, uau. Isso tudo foi novidade para mim, mas é como eu disse, eu sou novo no Universo DC e até um tempo atrás eu nem sabia que o Clark Kent tinha um filho, pois é...

Essa run foi roteirizada pelo aclamado Tom Taylor (All-New Wolverine, Injustice 2, X-Men: Red) e a maioria da arte feita pelo Cian Tormey e John Timms. A história gira em torno de Jon assumindo o manto do pai, porque o pai foi comprar cigarro e não voltou mais... O Clark Kent deu no pé? Bem, como eu disso mais acima, ele precisava "sumir" e ele some e ai Jon assume seu manto, se tornando um Superman de 17 anos, que os vilões se aproveitam para criar a narrativa de que ele é inexperiente e muito manipulável para ter toda essa responsabilidade. E quando eu falo de vilões eu obviamente me refiro ao calvo do Lex Luthor e a um novo vilão (que também é calvo) e vai ficar no pé do nosso superboy durante toda run.

Mas que calvos são esses? Jon decide ajudar pessoas que estão tentando entrar ilegalmente nos USA, fugindo de uma ilha controlada por um tirano que vende seu país como um lugar maravilhoso, sendo que tem pessoas que literalmente tentam fugir de lá a nado. Isso te lembra alguma coisa? Pra mim é mais uma vez nossos queridos americanos usando Cuba como referencia para pintar como mal o fantasma do comunismo. E o presidente desse país é um cara chamado Henry Bendix um calvo wannabe Lex Luthor meets Véio da Havan. Jon fica sabendo desses imigrantes ilegais ao ouvir um podcast chamado "A Verdade" (na verdade eu não sei se é mesmo um podcast, mas se não era agora é), podcast controlado por quem se tornaria o terror da extrema-direita, inceis e fãs do Elon Musk: pessoas que não são brancas em obras mainstream? Não, dessa vez não, mas um certo adolescente de cabelo rosa que trás a tona a bissexualidade do filho de Kal-El: Jay Nakamura, um aspirante a jornalista, fã de Lois Lane (quem não é?) e que também tem seus segredos...

O romance é tratado por Tom Taylor de forma natural, sem trazer artifícios muito explicativos. Alguns fãs reclamaram no entanto da falta de aprofundamento na primeira HQ onde é mostrado o inicio do relacionamento, mas vemos ao desenrolar que o namoro dos dois é bem desenvolvido, de uma forma natural como qualquer outro namoro. Embora eu tenha sim sentido falta de um pouco de resistência, pois parecia que não existia homofobia no Universo DC.

O personagem de Jay Nakamura não é apenas o interesse romântico da vez de um personagem principal, ele tem sua importância em toda a run e é um personagem interessante, embora eu não tenha entendido o tanto de identidade secreta que arranjaram para ele e que não duravam nem uma edição inteira.

Uma coisa que eu não curto muito são crossovers, pois eu odeio ter que ler a HQ de outro personagem para entender uma história, mas aqui a gente pode relaxar, pois só teve um crossover com o Asa Noturna e em sua última edição um crossover com a Action Adventures, que basicamente continuava a história. Achei de mal gosto, pois a última edição da revista deveria ser mais conclusiva, mas ok.

Além de retratar o relacionamento entre dois homens e a luta contra ditadores, fakenews e preconceito com imigrantes (tanto em relação a Jon ser um meio alien como também em relação aos imigrantes que chegavam de Gamorra — o país comandado por Bendix), a HQ aborda temas corriqueiros em hqs sobre adolescentes, mas de uma forma natural, sem jogar na cara do leitor ou forçar algo já feito milhares de vezes de forma clichê.

A run contem 18 edições (sem contar o annual) e a leitura é tão fluida que você consegue ler tudo em um dia sem se cansar.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Ironfam prompt (if ur open to doing more like this??) Mainly Harley and Peter.

The first time Harley finds out Peter's ticklish and hes absolutely RELENTLESS with it. Trying to find every one of Peter's spots. And if Tony happens to walk in on them, he just points out Peter's ticklish spot and leaves them to it xx just lots of fluff pls (if u feel comfortable x)

Older Brother Tickles

Summary: See prompt above :)

(I hope this was fluffy enough Anon ❤️ Enjoy :))

"Get back here Peter!"

"No!"

"Get back here so I can tickle you!"

Peter put the coffee table in between him and the older boy. "You've already tickled mehe!"

Harley moved to one side. "You can have tickles more than four times a day!"

Peter backed the other way. "Noho!"

The older boy smirked. "Do you not want tickles?"

Instead of responding, the younger teen blushed darkly.

"That's what I thought."

Peter bolted.

Harley hurried after him. "You can't run forever!"

"Shut uhup!"

"What's wrong? Nervous?"

"Noho!"

As the two boys ran into the kitchen, Peter's socked feet caused him to slip and tumble to the floor. He tried to jump back up, but the slip gave Harley enough time to jump on top of him.

"Gotcha!"

"No!" The young teen squirmed. "You meanie!"

Harley used his knees to pin Peter's knees. "Shut up so I can tickle you."

"Why do Ihi hahave to shut uhup?"

The older boy spidered along his surrogate brother's sides. "Because I know what you want so shush."

Meanwhile, Peter bit his lip as he tried to hold back his giggles.

"Now you want to shut up?" Harley dug into Peter's ribs. "Now you stay quiet?"

The young teen squealed before dissolving into loud laughter.

"There it is." Harley spidered around Peter's ribs. "Was that so hard?"

"EEP! BITE MEHE!"

"That comes later."

"HARLEEEY!"

One of the young teen's knees hit Harley's back, causing him to pitch forward. "Oof! Pete."

"Sohorryhy."

The older boy smirked. "If you wanted me to get your neck, all you had to do was ask."

"Wha-? EEEE!"

Harley nuzzled his face into Peter's neck. "Rrrrrr!"

"YOU JEHEEHERK!"

"Hmm, what was that about biting?"

Peter's eyes widened. Before he could stop him, his surrogate brother began nibbling along his neck and his ears. He even added in some fake snarls and growls to keep the kid in stitches. "You're way too cute to be a big bad superhero."

"What are you two doing in here?"

Both boys snapped up to see Tony leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

"Hi Tony."

"Tonyhy hehelp!"

The older scientist smirked. "Are you tickling poor underoos again?"

Peter growled. "Shuhush!"

Harley snickered. "Where'd you find this kid Tony?"

"Same way I found you." Tony squatted beside the duo. "I left the front door open and he wondered in."

Peter stuck his tongue out at the older two.

"Wow, even his sass is adorable," Harley teased.

"Harlehey!"

Tony pinched the young teen's cheek. "Stop being so cute then."

In response, Peter tried to bite the hand.

"Hey." Harley poked his surrogate brother's side. "No cannibalism."

The older scientist patted Harley's shoulder. "Unless you're the tickle monster then cannibalism is fair game."

The older boy smirked. "I could use a snack."

Peter's squirming picked up even more. "Stohop givihing hihim ideheas!"

Instead of answering, Harley turned to Tony. "Any recommendations?"

Tony stood. "I recommend the tummy."

"Tony!"

Harley scooted down. "I haven't tried there yet."

"His belly button's the worse."

Peter blushed even more. "Hohow abohout yohou stop talkihing!"

"Shush Pete, this is important information."

"Enjoy your snack, but you may want to add some raspberries to your meal."

"Tonyhy yohou suUUUCK! HARLEY!"

While Tony continued his route out of the living room, Harley started nibbling and blowing on Peter's tummy. The older scientist was so dead when he got out!

Granted, the young teen could easily pull his hands free to stop the attack. He definitely could.

Harley seemed to sense what the teen was thinking because he stopped to give Peter a smirk. "You can stop me at any time, but you won't."

Peter growled. "Can Ihi hahave my hahands back thehen?"

The older boy let his hands go. "If you yank my hair, I'm repinnig them. Kapesh?"

The young teen rolled his eyes. "Kapesh."

"Great, now let me finish my snack."

Once again, the living room filled with laughter and squeals as Harley devoured Peter's tummy. All while Peter kept his arms wrapped around his upper torso and away from Harley's hair.

[imagines-1directioner]

Amigaaaa! Eu amei o meu pedido, ficou perfeitamente perfeito e com certeza superou minhas expectativas. Você escreve tão bem!!

Agora vamos às megas coincidências que me pegaram de jeito: Eu sou LOUCA por uma Harley Iron 883, juro, é minha paixão e quando vi que a S/N tinha eu fiquei... E ela com as unhas vermelhas e pontudas, exatamente como estão as minhas nesse exato momento? Você é surreal e eu amei, tá? Só me faltou o bad boy mesmo.

E eu estaria sendo muito abusada se quisesse fazer pedido com uma parte 2 deles? kkkkkkk

Resumindo eu amei, obrigadaa! ❤️

que maravilha ler isso 🥰🥰🥰

tô chocada com as coincidências KSKSKSKSK tenho que te confessar eu não conheço absolutamente nada sobre moto KKKKKK tive que dar um goggle antes de escrever. e a harley iron 883 foi uma que eu curti quando pesquisei akskskakak. nunca um imagine foi tão bem imaginado, né? hahaha

não surgiu inspiração para fazer uma parte 2, mas caso apareça faço sim!

fico muito feliz que tenha gostado, night! de verdade, feedbacks como os seus fazem meu dia e são responsáveis pelo blog caminhar ❤️

[tretasdocromo-pt]

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[feeling-infinite]

MEU CASAL

. . Precisamos (no caso eu preciso) falar sobre este casal. Eu sempre curti histórias de Super Heróis e Vilões e sempre conheci o casal Coringa e Arlequina, mas nunca me aprofundei realmente. Porém, eis que surge o filme Esquadrão Suicida de 2016 e desde então pode-se dizer que fiquei meio (totalmente) obsecada por eles. Não só pelos personagens, mas pelos atores também (meu deus do céu, shippo hard a Margot e o Jared, mas ok, foco nos personagens). Tanto que já fiz vários videozinhos no Youtube deles e fiz 2 fanfics ENORMES sobre os personagens e atores e estou agora, "tiazona" adulta como sou, já toda empolgada no planejamento de mais uma, agora contando o começo de tudo a partir da minha bela e fértil imaginação. (que pilhou mais ainda pós ler um livro sobre o início da história desses dois).

Mas enfim, fico eu aqui a refletir: mas o que diabos tem esses dois como casal para me fazer nessa altura do campeonato pirar tanto neles como uma adolescente perturbada sem ter o que fazer da vida? Até porque, gente, eles tem um relacionamento tóxico e abusivo do caraio! E eu sou feminista, good vibes, budista, totalmente a favor e vivo um relacionamento saudável ... então meu deus, que que acontece? Eu teria tudo para odiar esse relacionamento horrível dos personagens, não faz sentido! Certo? O que raios tem esses 2 e sua relação para que eu fique tão apegada, besta, obsecada e surtada neles a ponto de fazer videos, fanfics, etc?

Dai pensando com meus botões, analisei o seguinte: esse mardito filme do Esquadrão me fez ter gatilhos poderosos que eles eram FUCKING FOFOS (apesar de tudo). Principalmente porque: 1. eles não mostraram realmente o abuso ali escancarado. 2. eles fizeram várias cenas ultra mega bonitinhas que me deixaram querendo guardar esses dois num potinho, deixar ali na minha estante e ficar admirando com cara de mongol o dia todo. Exemplo de mega gatilho: a cena em que Harley pula nos ácidos e o Coringa QUASE vai embora, mas pára, faz uma cara de "que merda!" e volta e pula atrás dela. MANO! Pensem numa pessoa retardada pirando! Eu achei isso a coisa mais belezinha da vida! (lembrando que shippo casais desde 8 anos e sou realmente uma molgoloide).

Dai eis que o filme mostra não apenas isso, mas coisas fofinhas, dele indo atras e resgatando ela, ela toda bestona apaixonada nele, a cara dos dois de loucos pelo outro (eles tem uma tensão sexual, um tesão implícito ali que minha nossa senhora .. só ver os gifs desse post para provar o que acabei de falar) , fora o fato que vamos combinar: que química fodida de maravilhosa tem os atores, né? Dai pronto, fiquei apaixonada de verdade mesmo. Fora que eu AMO essa coisa meio "infantil" da Harley toda bobinha (acho a coisa mais fofa ever, quero abraçar ela), e AMO essa coisa do Coringa (e de outras histórias tbm) de: eu te amo, mas odeio sentir isso e luto com isso arduamente dentro de mim. Ai, mano. *_*

Então resumindo: já sou monga normalmente, vem eles e me apresentam um Coringa e Arlequina com uma química de outro planeta, Jared Leto um gostoso do caralho sem camisa, musculoso e cara de mau, uma Harley fofíssima e linda, todo um clima de "te amo, te odeio" ... cara, como não amar? COMO?! Isso faz até a parte "abusiva" ser parte dessa dinâmica doida e insana deles. Fora que amo vilões né, são maravilhosos, mil vezes mais interessantes pela "loucura" na cabeça.

Enfim.. isso aqui foi apenas uma maneira de desabafar o que está em minha mente claramente não tradicional. E que apesar de estranha, eu amo, por fazer parte de quem eu realmente sou e me tornar de certa forma uma pessoa "única" nessa vida louca.

Partiu escrever mais uma fanfic, simplesmente porque é o que faz minha little alma brilhar. <3 E é sobre.

[tyongbrat]

você gosta de ler dark romance?

Pra falar a verdade eu só li "the dare" e "losers" da Harley Laroux, mas eu gosto sim! Inclusive tô procurando outros pra ler.

[tmotomagazine]

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[fanficsandfluff]

A Polka Dot Drabble

Fandom: The Suicide Squad (2021), DCEU

Characters: Harley Quinn, Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Completely stolen inspiration from @fluffy-lee-boa and their post ! I'm so sorry, I had to, the idea was SO FRICKIN CUTE!!! First fic in a while, and it's short and super fluffy, so I hope y'all like!

Abner Krill did not look people in the eyes. Anyone: humans, animals, monsters... no one.

"How many you got on there?"

Abner lifted his eyes to the general direction of Harley Quinn, seated beside him on the flight back home.

"How many what?" his soft voice asked back.

"Polka dots," Harley poked one on his arm.

"Oh, um.. I don't know."

Switching perspectives here for a second; Harley was always one to please. If she felt the love, she gave the love. Abner needed a little. He was looking real low to her. So, she sat next to him on the plane on purpose and kept shooting him smiles and glances in hopes he'd look back. No such luck, so she then had to ask.

"Let's find out together. I'm sure you're dyin' to know!" Harley pressed, teeth in full show with an eager smile. She turned herself towards the Polka Dot Man, tucking one leg beneath her opposite thigh to more comfortably sit.

"N-No, I don't really-- I don't like being-- Harley!"

"1 2 3 4 5 -- What?" she inquired, high-pitch in tone. Her eyes were wide to feign innocence. She had started veering her fingers down towards the dots on Abner's side and stomach when he called her name.

"It--," he gulped down any further words he was planning on spouting.

"You ticklish or somethin', Abby?" Harley leaned in a bit closer to Abner's ear when she asked, a squeak of giddy energy following her question. She started poking again, this time watching his face more closely as opposed to focusing on the dots.

"Noho!" Abner choked out and his arm cinched to his side.

"No??" Harley gasped, "Uh ohhhh," she drew out, now switching to pinches, "Liar liar pants on fire!"

Abner was... a bit stunned, to say the least. Why did he invite such playfulness? What was he doing different from normal that Harley picked up on? Why was he laughing? Why did his insides want to crawl to his outsides?

"Whoops! Gotta restart the count! Geez, Abby, pull yourself together or we're never gonna crack this case," Harley used a few fingers now to press and wiggle into every polka dot she set her sights on, even a few spaces in between.

"Stop!" Abner whispered, "W-Wait-- HA!"

His arms were frozen at his sides, unable to make much use out of them. His laughs were coming out in giggles and in breathy gasps and hissing.

"Okay okay, ya big baby," Harley lifted her fingers from the fabric of Polka Dot Man's suit but kept them poised an inch above his sides, ready to strike again.

Abner had wound up rotating himself so he was facing Harley, in the midst of his shuffling and laughter. Probably not the best position if he wanted the tickling to stop. But something in him told him that was his best chance at his defense.

"Nohoho no--Noho!" Abner jumped in his seat when he saw Harley's arms move in. Harley herself was chuckling away, finding Abner's childlike laughter extremely endearing.

"You two gonna get it over with or what?" Bloodsport over on the other side of the plane semi-shouted.

"I'mmmmm gonna getcha!" Harley teased Abner, flexing her fingers and rotating her wrists to mimic another tickle attack.

Abner raised his hands on instinct to cover his reddening face and smiling mouth. He couldn't handle the teasing, nuh-uh, no way, no how.

Harley took the lead and she shot her hands to Abner's now exposed belly. Both hands, fingers digging in wildly. Her thumbs even found their way towards the small man's dips in his hips while the rest of her fingers kept working their magic.

Abner lost it. He fell forward into his own lap, effectively trapping Harley's hands right where they were. His snickers shook his whole body. Loose pleads were gushing from his lips, largely silenced by his budding laughter.

"Someone's a little tickle bug," Harley cooed, wrestling her hands free but not without landing some more pokes along the dots covering Abner's back as he recovered.

Abner remained totally hunched over, catching his breath. His insides were bubbly again. And he knew it wasn't from the parasite eating him alive.

Blinking his teary-from-laughter eyes open, Abner slowly righted himself in his seat. His deep brown eyes were trained on Harley's knee but he slowly lifted them up. He shut them once more with a prepping wince before opening them again. He looked right at Harley's brilliantly beaming face and he found himself smiling no longer from the tickling she inflicted on him. He then looked towards Bloodsport, then Nanaue, then Cleo. They were all smiling at him in one way or another.

"Heh," he let out a happy breath, sucking it back in when he glanced Harley's way again.

"Thank you," he mumbled, bashful again but happy.

"Anytime, Abby," Harley pinched his cheek affectionately.

No more mother for right now. Not one of them was. His friends were all beautiful and handsome and cool. He could look them in the eyes now, that's for sure.

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Arkham’s Sweetheart and the Grumpy Riddle Bug

a batman rogue ticklefic uwu

A/N: hey everyone!!! this took me a bit, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a little story of its own haha. i wrote this with the animated universe in mind, but honestly i think it’ll work with a few.

anyways, this was a request! lee!edward getting ganged up on by ler!harley and ler!pamela. hope you like it!!!

It was rare that anyone in Arkham would be such a ray of sunshine, being the drab and dank place that it is, but Harley Quinn was definitely the exception. Despite her treatment at the hands of guards, her clown of an ex, and the bat alike, she was always surprisingly upbeat as she passed through the halls of the facility, hands cuffed behind her back.

Her cheery attitude didn’t exactly mesh with her fellow rogues, though none of them were immune to her disarming charms. This meant that the room full of murderers and scoundrels all took pause when she entered, giving her soft smiles or begrudging greetings as she went ahead to settle into the rec room.

Well, all but one person.

Edward Nashton, or Nygma, as he had legally changed it to, was not exactly chipper on this stormy day- not that he was ever “chipper.” It’s just that today he seemed more put off than usual, based on the way he was stewing in the corner. There was an abandoned chessboard on the table beside him, likely from Jervis or Jonathan having grown frustrated with his attitude mid-game. It wasn’t uncommon, though it did present a challenge to the doctor as she assessed the situation.

Edward was one of her closest friends. It would be a crime not to help him out! He obviously needed someone there to cheer him up, for whatever reason, and who better than the sweetheart of Arkham herself?

(No, not Ivy. She was currently busy by the window, gardening. Though Harley was sure she could get her to help out if necessary.)

“Hey Eddie~!” She cooed as she skipped over and took the seat across from him, giving that same magical smile.

Edward gave her a half-hearted, “Quinn.” not even looking up from the floor.

Hmph. This was worse than she thought!

“What’s got ya so wound up today, hon?” she asked, a bit of her professionalism seeping through from her days as a staff member in this same institution.

He raised an eyebrow at her, before staring back at the ground with a rather childish, “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” she deadpanned, leading to her fellow inmate to purse his lips.

Edward knew that Harley was not somebody to underestimate. While Joker had tossed her aside and treated her like a jockey, he could tell she was much more intelligent than she let on. She was also stubborn- Which meant there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out of this without telling her the truth.

He sighed, finally looking directly at her as he laid his chin in his hands, “It’s Batman. I’m sure you’re aware I was only just sent back here yesterday... I have reason to believe he’s found someone else to antagonize. Why won’t he realize that I’m the only one in this city who’s worthy of being his equal...?”

Harley blinked, a part of her tempted to admit that pretty much everyone but him knew he was a second tier villain at best. Though she knew how fragile the other’s ego was, and what he really needed right now was moral support. Like a break up! He’d been there for her when she went through her messy separation, albeit with his usual awkward stoniness, so it was only right that she return the favor.

“Aw, come on Ed. He’s not worth your time.” she waved her hand dismissively, “If anything, he should be locked up in here with us! He’s no better than... Jonathan! Just using fear to escape a lonely life and exert some sort of sick power over others.”

From the couch across the room, Crane looked up from his book, unimpressed. Clearly, he wanted no part of this.

Harley gave an awkward laugh and wave to her old professor, before turning back to Edward, “-Either way, I think you could do better.”

Edward raised an eyebrow, “...Really?”

She nodded, swinging her legs excitedly, “Yeah! Once we bust outta here, we should get you on some dating apps. Maybe go to a few Comic Cons. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s just as nerdy as you-!” she giggled as she poked him in the shoulder teasingly, watching the other puff up defensively.

“I don’t need a partner! I need a rival to sharpen my wits. I just- I want him to see that we’re the same. Is that too much to ask?” Edward snapped, pouting once more.

Harley’s smile faded for a moment, and she seemed to think for a moment, “....Get up.”

“What?” Edward seemed baffled at the sudden order, especially coming from her.

“Stand up! I wanna try somethin’!” She beamed, motioning for the other to get out of his chair. At this point, most of the other inmates were busy in their own little worlds, though a few took notice when Nygma stood. Especially since Harley looked so unnervingly excited.

Quinn walked over with a rather threatening look in her eye, hidden by her giddy smile, “Ok, now put your hands up.”

He hesitated, leading to a gentle, “Come on~! I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

Edward nervously raised his arms above his head, his baggy uniform falling over his slender form due to weeks of avoiding meals. He’d probably been up for days, based on his demeanor. He really put his whole heart and soul into this rivalry, Harley thought.

These small details of the other’s appearance only spurred on the psychiatrist as she stalked around him like a predator, deciding she knew exactly what she had to do. Then, when she was sure he wouldn’t expect it, Harley clamped down under his arms, wiggling her fingers against his skin through the loose fabric. In her opinion, laughter was the best medicine, and if Eddie was going to hold back like that, she certainly wasn’t.

If no one had been paying attention to them before, Edward sharp yelp would have tipped everybody off. He immediately brought his arms back down with a strangled giggle, doing his best to shoot Harley a look as she continued with her hands wedged under his arms.

She merely laughed along in response, cooing, “Awh Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re laughing like this. Kitchy koo~!”

“Harleen!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cheeks already a bright red color as he tried to squirm free of her grasp.

After a moment he managed to pull away and get those blasted fingers out from his hollows- only for his arm to once again by suspended above him by some unidentifiable force. He looked up in horrified confusion, only to find thick vines wrapped around each wrist, holding him up like he was the catch of the day at Gotham Harbor..

“ISLEY!”

The purring voice of the botanist did nothing to soothe his flustered anger as she appeared beside her current partner in crime, “Yes, Edward...?”

Eddie bit down on his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter from the light yet overwhelming sensations, leading to his fiery responses being entirely silenced. Harley had barely even let up while the fiendish red-head had done her work, her fingers now trailing up his biceps and back down just to make him jump.

“Look Eddie, we just wanna help ya! Now, be a good little gigglebug and laugh.” Harley gave her victim an evil smirk, before moving down to dig into his prominent ribs.

Edward immediately acted like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, before he finally fell into real, authentic laughter. It was honestly a marvel that no guard had come to check on the group yet, considering how noisy they’d become both from Edward’s current predicament, and the snickers of onlookers.

His laugh was more sweet and melodic than most people would think, and it was almost bouncy as he squirmed around. It sounded much more innocent than the man who was behind it.

“C’mon Eddie, that’s it,” Pamela hummed as she stepped around him, obviously enjoying watching the other get so flustered. His cheeks heated up as she fluttered her leaves and flower petals across his neck from the greenery continuing to hold him up, affectively turning his mind to mush.

“Youhou’re both dEAHAHAEEEE-!” Edward’s final attempt at a threat fell off into a squeal when Harley suddenly moved down to his hip bones with her own sporadic movements, making him buck as he tried to pull his arms free.

“Jackpot!” Harley sang, focusing all her attention on the dips and protruding bone. She was pure evil alright.

Edward’s squealing soon tapered off into begging and hiccuping giggles as he slowly lost his energy, all of which were practically indecipherable anyways, “Harleen! Pleaseheheheease-! Noho-!”

Harley hesitated, making an over-exaggerated face as if contemplating something grand, “Mmm... I don’t think you’re all cheered up yet...”

“I aham Ihihihiamm-!!!” He wheezed, his laughter starting anew as Quinn moved up a little to trace at his sides.

Harley and Ivy shared a look, and Harley eventually shrugged, slowing her movements to a stop. He’d had enough for the day.

Edward immediately sunk to the floor as Ivy’s vines guided him in a manner that would keep him from injuring himself, and soon the green weeds bloomed flowers to serve as a sort of mattress for the man to rest on. He continued giggling airily from the leftover ghost tickles and slight movements of the flora, the two watching. him curiously. Eventually he looked up at the both of them with a more genuine, honestly pretty cheesy smile.

There’s the Edward they knew and loved!

Harley was the first to react, per usual. She squealed excitedly and went to tackle him in a hug, which he begrudgingly returned as Ivy sat down cross legged beside them on their living carpet. The rest of the rogues had gone back to their own business, leaving the three to their own devices now that Edward had been so fiercely pulled out of his funk.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Edward spoke up with a surpassingly shy, “Er... thank you. Both. I needed that. Even if it was insufferable, it was... nice.”

Harley simply hummed happily and hugged him tighter, while Ivy was left to wave him off. He made Harley happy, so he was clearly worth their time.

Harley remained cuddled up between the two indefinitely after it was all said and done, rambling on about nothing in particular and helping get Ed’s mind off of the Bat for once in his life. And after recreational hours were done? She would get Edward to a meal and help him get back to his feet before their next breakout and/or parole hearing. And even if she acted aloof, Ivy would be with them every step of the way.