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lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse · 3 years

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It’s a Delicacy

Summary: You appreciate Harley’s excitement in everything she does, including you. But, after losing a few too many articles of clothing to her overzealous hands, you decide to teach her some delicacy.

A/N: This is 18+, not quite as dramatically as last week though! Please let me know what you think!

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Harley had a naturally frenetic air about her; she would often carelessly hurl herself forwards in pursuit of some goal or another with an almost thoughtless abundance of chaotic energy. And, yet, she somehow always achieved what she set out to. The colourful chaos that exuded from her like some vibrant aura was, in a word, exciting. It was no secret, however, to you or to anyone else in Gotham that along the way things tended to get… broken.

You couldn’t say you often minded so much. The trail of colourful destruction she left in her wake so inextricably a part of her that it seemed to form an integral part of her unique charm. When it came to your carefully constructed wardrobe, however, your patience wore a little thinner.

Too often you had awoken after a spectacular night with Harley, one where the goal she hurled herself towards was undressing you as fast as she could, to find a blouse or bra ruined and discarded on the carpet. In the heat of the moment the sound of ripping fabric was almost sensual. The noise a clear indication of how desperate she was to touch your skin. As more and more of your clothes succumbed to her pulling and tearing, however, you realised you needed to take action.

Your plan would be almost horrendously unfair on Harley. Green was her favourite colour on you, she had never outright told you this fact, but you were in tune with her reactions enough to recognise the extra glint to her eye when you donned the hue. And, so, you had found the most delicate lingerie available in the colour, with the most complex system of intricate straps and clips that you had ever set eyes on. It had taken you so long to even get yourself into the lingerie that you had begun to worry that Harley would be home before you had entirely wrapped yourself up.

After finally slipping the last clip into place and tying the loose ribbon just beneath the swell of your breasts, you barely had time to position yourself alluringly upon the ratty sofa before she burst in.

You stood immediately, allowing her to get a full view of your figure as her voice that had begun a greeting died entirely in her throat. In lieu of a greeting, she let the door swing shut behind her; a grin rising on her lips as she took a step towards you. The question that left her was almost giggled; “Is it my birthday?”

Silently, you shook your head.

Quickly, her face shifted into a sudden and overwhelming panic. Eyebrows scrunching together, she grimaced as she asked her next question. “It’s… your birthday?”

As much as you tried to steel your expression you couldn’t quite cover the giggle that tried to escape you. Her face fell into relief at the sound and she almost beamed as you narrowed your eyes at her - recognising the nature of the game you were trying to play.

As slowly as you could manage, you moved to her. Impatience clearly pulled at her as her free hand reached out to you with an almost childish grabbing motion, her other hand still encumbered by groceries. Delicately, you placed your hand in hers. Immediately, she harshly tugged you but you planted your feet as best you could to resist the movement. You were… partially successful.

Harley was strong. Even with your adamant resistance you were sent stumbling a few inches closer to her. “Harley,” you began, as sternly as you could muster, “I’ve got something to show you.”’

Excitement shone in her vibrant eyes as she almost cackled with glee. Nodding brusquely, ponytails bouncing with the movement, she closed the gap between you. “Okay!” She agreed, indelicate hand already grabbing at the straps of your lingerie.

Recognising that Harley was quickly becoming distracted from what you were trying to achieve, not that she knew what that even was yet, you pulled back completely. Not only were you concerned that she would break your clothing already, you were worried her grabbing hands would distract you from your mission. With a foot of space between you, your mind cleared of hazy, languid thoughts. “C’mon,” you murmured, head jerking towards the bedroom.

You winced at the sound of the grocery bag smacking against the floor and paused to look back at it. If she had bought ice cream one of you would have to put it away before you went any further, and she always bought ice cream.

Anticipation focusing her usually scattered attention to her destination, she didn’t notice your pause and barrelled straight into you. Or, perhaps, she did notice. The wicked grin you received when her hands gripped your upper arms to right you was entirely suspicious. She had caught you in the distracting trap of her arms.

Taking the opportunity presented to her, Harley pulled your smiling lips to hers and you fell into the kiss. The familiar comfort and excitement of her mouth melting against yours momentarily chased away your thoughts of ripped fabrics. The spark of her tongue swiping across your bottom lip, however, successfully pulled your mind back to your mission and you broke away.

“I said I gotta show you something,” you reiterated strictly. Tutting at her playfully, you pulled her into the bedroom.

Her face stuck in an odd expression, previous smile twitching slightly as her eyes darted across the fabric strewn over the bed. You had laid out, very neatly and carefully, all the clothes you had been forced to part with after she had torn into them. You moved from her to sit on the bed, beside what used to be your favourite blouse, and ran a delicate hand over the silken fabric. “This was such a pretty shirt,” you told her wistfully, pinching the flowery fabric between two fingers as you held its tattered remains up for her to see, “it used to be my favourite.”

“I’ll get you another one!” She exclaimed, full of hopeful enthusiasm.

Catching her darting gaze, you shook your head. “Nope,” you rose to your feet, letting the torn fabric fall forlornly back to the bed. “You are going to practice unwrapping me,” excited hands immediately reached for you but were swiftly stalled by your hands on her wrists, “properly.” You enunciated the word, emphasising it’s importance. “If you rip or tear anything - even accidentally- we stop.”

You could see the conflict in her eyes. There was an excitement sparkling within them at the thought of playing such a high stakes game with you but it was dampened by a concern that she would fail. The excitement, unsurprisingly, won out. A cackle escaping her, she lifted you easily to perch you on the bed. “Easy-peasy, sugar.” The grin she shot you was full of mischief and you felt your own excitement rise; you only hoped she could stop herself from ripping anything.

To begin with, she kissed you. Her mouth insistent and wonderfully harsh on yours even as her hands attempted unpracticed delicacy. In an effort to test her resolve, how much she really wanted to win this game, you nipped her bottom lip and used the gasp she gave as an excuse to slip your tongue into her mouth. Her fingers twisted in the fabric of your lingerie, the straps pulling harshly against your skin with her force and you were sure the fabric were about to snap. She relented at what seemed to be the very last moment, the fabric settling back against your skin unbroken but still fastened. An aggravated groan poured from her and she pulled away from your lips with a pout. “You’re playing dirty.”

You merely winked and giggled. “I know.”

The wiggle of her lips gave away her desire to laugh with you but she maintained an impressive level of faux agitation. “No kissing,” she warned you sternly, a finger wagging at you as though she were scolding you.

You nodded, laying back and stretching. Twisting your body this way and that, you raised your arms over your head and moaned with the movement. Harley seemed equal measures unimpressed with your pointed show and entirely entranced by the motion of your body. Hands on her hips, an almost business like manner overtaking her, she nodded to herself. You could swear you heard her mutter “you got this, Harley” to herself before she dove back into her attempts at unwrapping you.

She did much better than you had anticipated and you were thrilled by it. A few minutes of grumbling and fumbling later she had managed to loosen the straps enough to hook her fingers underneath. You still were not free but it was hard to care when she victoriously moved a strip of fabric to the side and dipped her mouth onto your clit.

Harley was a giver. It had surprised you the first time you had slept with her, the pure excitement and pleasure she drew from pleasing you, but this was a more selfish act than it seemed. In the few coherent thoughts you were able to string together, as her tongue flattened and licked over your heat before returning to circle around your clit, you recognised what she was doing. Her hope was to drive you so far into pleasure that your mind wandered away from the goal of this exercise and allowed her to undress you however she wanted. Determination filled you even as your pleasure built to meet it.

Letting the breathy whines that rose in your throat bathe the room in scandalous noise, you felt your back arch as she dipped a finger inside of you whilst her mouth sucked at your clit. Her free hand smoothed over your figure, reaching up blindly to pull your breasts free but became insistent when they were met with more fabric and straps. The hand tugged desperately, the straps digging into the tender flesh of your breasts in a way that only pushed you closer to the edge, but the fabric itself remained in place covering you.

Her groan of aggravation vibrated through you, the sensation thrilling and just enough to tip you entirely into your orgasm. The rip of fabric was barely audible over the wanton sounds you freely produced. Your back arched with the overwhelming sensations, hands moving down to grip Harley’s hair as she remained in place; lapping up the physical evidence of your pleasure.

Slowly, you came down. A happy tiredness weighed you down; the weighted weightlessness of your limbs a juxtaposition that only ever seemed to occur after such a blinding orgasm. Blinking dumbly up to the speckled ceiling for a few moments, you whimpered and whined when Harley pulled away.

Regaining some control of yourself, you glanced down to her sheepish expression. Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, the previous moans having stolen the volume, but Harley still got the message. “I heard that.”

In response, she held up a torn piece of fabric - the pattern matching the lingerie now only half covering you. She tried for a charming response; smirking at you wickedly in the way she knew you liked and cocking a brow. “Oops.”

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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Blog Update!!

Hey everyone!! I just wanted to apologise for my existing inactivity. I am just amongst my finale exams...

ALTHOUGH-

My ASK's are always open! I can't guarantee that I will be able to get to all of them in a timely manner but I would love to write any of your requests! I will most likely make dot-point stories / headcannons before making them into full fledged fic's if that's requested.

I will write, FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST.

The fandoms I now write for are:

MHA / BNHA

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But please! If you have a thirst 3am thought about any characters-please do share! I’m always down for a little chat, even if you don’t really have a request!

Thank you all so much! <3

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we-dragons · 3 years

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 3 Damian x reader

Pulled away to another world, Y/N uses magic science and a Little bird to help her get back home and possibly be rid of an apocalyptic event. "So, will you succumb to your doubts completely or step into the sun of this new world?"

The man in the cowl who was called Batman sat and listened as I explained my situation, and my window how the metal head and his team of night bandits crashed through the said window also putting in that I had taken care of his son giving him some pain killers and cleaning his wounds. I silently thanked God that I soundproofed my whole apartment so I couldn't hear them and they couldn't hear me. I went through the gruesome details of his wound as I patched him up leaving out the green substance that I had to drain him of. My explanation was short and quick leaving the man to glance up at the three before him and Robin who was now, despite my protests, sitting in an upright position, then back at me.

The man had a dark and menacing aura I could tell he was trying to intimidate me, and he could tell it wasn't working. He moves back to the Robin who he throws over his shoulder, I heard a small oof come out of his mouth telling me this wasn't the first type of injury like that. The rest of the men follow behind him, I didn't make a sound as they left watching as they all jumped out one by one till none were residing within my apartment. I feel a wave of sleepiness wash over me as I turn down the hallway to my room. but upon entering it I feel my stomach drop to the floor. The closet was open, and upon further examination, I see that so is the box, my box, my scales.

I sigh knowing that I probably won't be seeing them again I close that I don't technically need them anymore but it was nice to have some security just in case.

"I might as well make more." I say going to bed Nightmare not far behind. "it should be fine as long as they don't find out right?" I pull the covers over my head and dread the thought, and I fall asleep not moments later.

The next few days go off without anything odd happening besides the next morning when I found my window fixed with a small note attached to it. I was a small piece of green paper that was tapped to the outside ' I fixed your window -Robin' I smiled opening the window and taking the note I read it again then I put it on my fridge. I still look at it now and then I feel happy I was able to help someone it also stands as a reminder that he stole my scales and that I need to get them back. I'm still reminiscing the thought at my desk during the 3rd hour instead of paying attention to Molly's one-sided conversation which I already know is about homework.

"(y/n) are you listening?"

"Yes Molly, I have been paying but you can't complain about homework every week you just gotta do it."

"Gahh I don't want to!"

I sighed as she continued to rant about doing it, the bell rung and I forced her into her seat on my left. Since it was the middle of the semester the science class schedule states that we would be doing a project on forgotten scientific instruments. I hear the class already calling partners in the background.

"Alright settle down, I know you're eager to pick partners for our next group assignment but sadly I have to remind you about the last time I let you choose," The class groaned. "Quiet! So you will be put in pairs assigned to you on this chart." she pulls out a large magnetic chart with two names on magnets that were written in dry-erase marker on the right side. on the left side was a list of objects I suppose were the subject of our project. The only problem was I couldn't see the names written on the magnets. "You will choose your project When I call the first name on the magnet, then I want you to immediately connect and set up a meeting place to study. Let's start a the top, (y/n) pick a subject." I looked at the board when my eyes gazed on upon something familiar my eyes lit up.

"I would like to study the Astrolabe please." She nodded and moved my name on the subject.

"Very well chosen! You and Damian should enjoy this project." I Freeze.

"Damian Ma'am?" I ask.

"Yes Damian Wayne, I know you work well with Molly and that's why I normally pair her with you but I feel this would be a better experience for you to expand." She then turns back to the board. " plus there are only two people in this room who can keep up you" I hear her say under her breath and continues to call out the next name. I look at Molly who gives me a Knowing look besides for her I hadn't really memorized any names to faces due to my wanting to keep out of Awkward conversation. She gestures to the person on the right of me. I peer over and see a very unimpressed black-haired, green-eyed boy staring at me.

"Um, so I guess we're partners." I give him a small smile "I don't think we have properly met my name is (y/n) (l/n) it's a pleasure to be working with you." He gives me a nod. "So the Library?"

"We'll see if that works out first, if not I'll need you to come with me." He said pulling out a notebook.

"Go with you where?"He glances at me.

"To my place, Wayne Manor, that is if I'm still grounded."

"How did you get grounded?" His face twisted turning from uninterest into a sly smirk that gave me warning signs in my head.

"I smashed a window."

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bonkers-4-hatter · 6 years

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New banner for a new upcoming story! It's another commission piece and I'm proofing the first chapter now! So excited for this!!~♡

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lostin7hsky · 8 months

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Working and cuddles

Character : Rei furuya x gn! reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing

Authors Note :Its my first time writing and it might not be the best so please stay nice ! 😅

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„You 're really a pain in the ass Sometimes"

„I 'm Not!"

„yes you are ,now please let me Work"

„You can contine to Work i dont mind "

He sighed, kind of annoyed by youre behavier at the Moment. He was trying to finish his Work paper late in the night when you sneaky Thing decided to mess with him by laying youre head on his lap while working.

„love please , i really need to finish this today and you need to rest too , but youre really Not a big Help right now."

You just cuddled even closer to him, not wanting to move from where you are.You could see his beautiful face AND sleep.Ever since you sleeped the first time next to him ,you sleeped less good without him.

"ugh"

"I dont want to" You pout.

"You know i cant sleep without you!"

"Well you could at least try tho" You werent going to Stop ,so he gave up in trying to make you move by youreself.

-I guess i have to wait Till theyre asleep -

After a while He could hear you breath peacefully.

-Finally ,that took Long engough-

Slowly and very quite he got Up and moved you into The bed himself .He still had a lot to do which is going to take a while to finish.He really could'nt let you sleep like that in his lap,you would only complain about back Problems in the next morning!

Tho he had to admit he Lives for those moments where you refuse to leave him Alone.

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lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse · 3 years

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Roll With It

Summary: In an attempt to teach you to skate, Harley takes you to a roller-rink 'after hours'. She teaches you what she can before you're caught.

Your panicked yell echoed through the almost empty roller-rink. Your arms windmilled behind you as you desperately tried to remain upright but the wheels on your shoes made it impossible to gain any real traction. You fell dramatically backwards, legs flying upwards as you landed heavily on your back in an almost cartoony way.

Looking up at the bright disco lights that H had struggled to activate, you huffed and took stock of your body. From the slight pain in your body you were almost sure that nothing had fractured. Your ego, however, was severely bruised. The sound of rolling wheels met your ears, the closer the noise got the more clear her snickering giggles became.

Expertly, Harley stopped herself right beside you. Leaning over to peer down at you, her smirk was obscured as her ponytails hung down around her. “Need a hand, sugar?”

Huffing, you pouted up at her. “I can’t do this.”

Tutting, she twirled on the spot with a giggle before holding a hand out to you. “You just gotta practice some more.”

Despite your reservations, you took her hand and struggled back to your feet. “If I practice much more I’m gonna break something.” Immediately, your legs went from under you once more. Both your feet flew in different directions, your legs threatening to force you into the splits, but Harley quickly saved you.

Hands on your waist, she pulled you upright with her surprising strength. Grateful for her to lean on, in awe of her impeccable balance, you took a moment to collect yourself. “Harley,” you breathed out tiredly, “maybe we can take this a bit slower, y’know?”

Moving her hands from your waist to your wrists, she nodded dramatically. “You sure you don’t want the helmet, Sugar?” Peeking over at the pink helmet you had adamantly left on the side of the rink, you gritted your teeth. “I brought it especially so you wouldn’t break your pretty little skull.”

Huffing a laugh, you nodded despite yourself. “Okay, gimme the helmet.”

Letting your hands go, hovering before you for a moment to ensure you didn’t fall without her, she zoomed past you. Timidly, you turned to watch her go. You whistled lowly as she executed a perfect cartwheel, landing lightly back on her wheels and continuing to skate forward without issue. At the sound of your appreciative whistle, she twirled back – magically skating backwards – and gave a dramatic bow.

You would have clapped for her but you weren’t sure you would succeed in staying upright if you tried.

When she returned to you with the helmet she motioned for you to bow your head for her. Grabbing her waist, clutching needily to her in fear of falling, you complied. Hastily she tucked your hair behind your ears and settled the helmet on your head. Broadly, she grinned at you. “Okay,” she punctuated the words with a saccharine kiss to your lips, “hold onto me.”

Obediently, you gripped her hands. Slowly, she began to skate backwards with you. Holding you steadily, she guided you forwards with a soft grasp – swiping her fingertips over your wrist every ten metres or so. Concentrating on your balance rather than her sparkling eyes, proved more than challenging.

“Should I look at my feet?” You asked, looking down and immediately regretting it as the world started to spin. Tightening your grip on Harley, you grumbled as she smirked at your helplessness and changed your question. “Where do I look?”

“Erm.” A long drawn out sound of uncertainty whistled past her lips, looking back up you watched her shrug. “Look at me, I guess.”

Chuckling at her increasingly casual teaching style, you followed instruction. Quickly, you lost count of how many complete circuits the pair of you made of the roller-rink. As you became more confident on your wheels, she drifted further from your figure – occasionally twirling before you to the sound of your rapturous applause.

Eventually, she was zooming around the rink without you whilst you hovered close to the side barriers and watched her go with a smile. The sound of her giggling swayed through the air like music, managing to relax you even as you worried over falling on your face, but it was quickly cut off by a loud crash from the main entrance.

The crash echoed through the empty roller-rink followed swiftly by echoing shouts. It seems you were about to get busted for breaking and entering.

Another cackling laugh emanated from Harley. She was now racing towards you as the sounds of approaching voices grew louder. “Oops!” might’ve stayed too long.” Crouching before you she pulled harshly at your laces – loosening them just enough to allow your feet slip free. “Let’s get outta here, sugar.”

Despite the situation, you couldn’t prevent the grin from stretching your lips. Harley’s roller skates were already off, having kicked them from her feet effortlessly, and she held them delicately with one hand. The other slipped comfortably into yours. Squeezing her hand, you let her tug you along as the voices came closer.

The pair of you swept through an emergency exit on the side of the building, the doors clattering open as you burst through them, and the two of you ran hand in hand into the dark of the night.

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we-dragons · 3 years

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Chapter 2

The boy just stares blankly at me, gaping at me like I was some unfamiliar creature of an unknown origin. "I lay all night on your table bleeding to death while you stitch me from an infected wound feeding me a glittered plastic and you want to know about your window."

"Well, they are not cheap you know, and I'm pretty sure that insurance won't cover night invaders, ... it did say in the fine print that they cover rock smashings though, maybe I should go over paperwork again...wait did you just call this plastic?" I shake the box containing the scales. " I will have you know that they are medicinal Lamina that saved you from being poisoned." He quirked an eyebrow. I sigh and put the box away in the closet grabbing my jacket while I am there.

"where are you going?" I look back at the boy heading to my door in the process.

"To buy my self a new window, you just stay there in if and when you feel your chest is on fire," I point to the closet. " Take another plastic and chew." I open the door and leave for the hardware store down the street.

I place the window in it's place and head to the kitchen, when I got home earlier I noticed Robin was sleeping on my couch, and he was still there sleeping soundly I finish making food for the three of us. I look for the little black monster holding his bowl. "Nightmare?" I call him to get him into the kitchen, but he didn't come.

"OWCH!" I rush to the living room and scowl at the scene before me, Nightmare was attacking his feet and not in his usual 'I'm hungry feed me' but as in an 'intruder! I'm going to kill your way'. I set the bowl down and pull the cat out of his foot, Nightmare hissed wildly before setting his sights on his food, he jumps out my hands eating the meal in his bowl. What a fickle cat.

"That cat needs some mental help." Robin glares down at the small animal.

"Well he only gets that way because he's hungry, I forgot to feed him earlier." I gave him a bowl which he took skeptically staring at the contents inside.

"You give a sick man rice for a meal?"

"You for sure are not sick but you are however injured besides I don't exactly have money for anything else after I just paid 6 hundred dollars for that window." As if on cue the window smashed again, this time three other men stood weapons raised to meet me. 'great more vigilantes.' The one directly in front of me wore a tan leather jacket over what seemed to be a black jumpsuit with a red bat on it, he wore a very red helmet on his head and had a gun aimed between my eyes. The one to the left of him wore a complete cowl in a style that reminded me of Robin's outfit but focusing on blacks and reds instead of yellows and greens. The final one wore a head to toe gymnast suit with a bluebird on it he wore a blue mask over his face much like Robin's. At this point, I assume they are family. "I guess you aren't here for a lovely meal of rice then." Helmet head cocked the gun. "No, we just want the kid. Now, where is he?" I point to Robin. "He's on the sofa dummy, please take him and go." I hear the gun click, I glare at the glinting red helmet as the man dressed like a gymnast puts a hand on his shoulder. "Red hood, nows not the time, she's a kid." He peered over at me and a grin stretched on his face. "I'm so sorry to intrude on you like this, please excuse us."

"Hold it wing how do we know she didn't do anything to him."

"I just gave him poor man's rice.....and I replaced a window-Wait my window!" I smacked the gun out of the helmet head's hands and rushed to my couch to look at the window's shattered pieces lay on the floor and Robin. Robin glares up at me.

" Again with your window, are you really alright in the head." I look down at him.

" I'll get back to you when my psych report comes in on Monday." I turn to face the three behind me. "Now whos going to pay for the window I just replaced it an hour ago."The men behind me start to look confused while the helmet head just stares at the gun that was flung out of his hand. Just as the gymnast opens his mouth his eyes widen and a dark shadow falls over us and I have a sense of failure dread.

"What's going on, did you find Robin?"

"Batman!" The boys shout out, I turned around and was faced with a man in a black pointed cowl that covered his whole body while white slits poured down at the scene. Robin huffs and sits up straining up at the man, glass falling down from his body as he moved.

"Father."

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