#poison ivy x you

[acapelladitty]

Poison Ivy/Reader - Vine Bondage 🌿🔞 (Kinktober #4)

Summary - Some downtime finds Poison Ivy enjoying an impromptu kinky afternoon where she decides to use you and her vines for some new and exciting fun.

The heat of the early afternoon mixes with the natural humidity of Ivy’s lair as you stretch your arms overhead, enjoying the soft exhale of her breath against the nape of your neck.

“Morning.” She drawls, the words muttered directly into your ear, and she places a small kiss below your left ear before sitting back upright, her naked groin hot against your lower stomach as she straddles you.

Her red hair, voluminous around her face like a molten halo, cascades down her back as it fans out against her skin. Skin which held a vibrant green tinge that was an unnatural as it was beautiful; every inch unmarred and as flawless as the woman who possessed it.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Purring your appreciation at the sight of her, your hands drift lazily along her hips to mark out her figure with soft fingers. “Is someone feeling frisky this morning?”

In lieu of an answer, her hand is quick to dip down once again and catch your lips in her own. The kiss is sweet, laced with a casual tenderness that speaks to the fact that neither of you have anything better to be doing at the moment than enjoying the pleasures of the other, and you moan lightly as she pulls away once more.

“Would you like to see my garden?”

Quirking a brow at her offer, you flick your tongue out to lick at your lips in an unspoken answer as you push yourself up from the sheets, indicating for her to switch places with you. A request which she fulfils immediately, and you find yourself straddling her hips; her chest quickly finding itself warmed by your hands as you massage the skin there softly.

You startle as something slithers across the sensitive skin just below your chest and you glance down to see one of her many vines – their positions littered across the walls – and it secures itself like a harness, raising your back slightly.

“Ivy.” You gasp as more vines come to join the party, weaving along your skin almost like rope as they secure and adjust you into a position where they control your entire movement; your body now hanging only a few inches above Ivy’s own as she watches you with a contented expression, one which sparks a deep flush of green high on her cheeks.

The vines wrapped around your body held you tightly in place but their pressure was more of a comfort than a pain; each vine pulsating in such a way that they almost seemed to massage the skin they encased.

“They like you.” Ivy purred, tracing her fingers along your jawline as she rises up to meet you. “They know how good you’re going to make me feel.”

Wanting nothing more, you allow the vines to move and reposition you delicately between her legs as Ivy falls back to her cotton-soft sheets. Visibly aroused, the glisten of her sex as her fingers spread her lips – the dusting of red pubic hair curling gently against her skin – forced your own cunt to clench in anticipation, your walls pulsing around nothing.

Pushed forward with a slight jolt, the vines press your mouth against her slit and your tongue is immediate in its eagerness to work; swiping across her exposed lips before delving in greedily to the prize below.

A muted gasp escaped the goddess above you, her hips involuntarily canting up to your willing mouth as her fingers massage gently at the swell of her breasts.

“So good to me, my little peach.” Ivy hissed between breaths as your tongue flicked cheekily across her clit. “So beautiful.”

Invigorated by the praise, your tongue swipes across her clit once more, enjoying the way the simple movement makes her thighs visibly tense around you. She tastes sweet against your lips, her natural pheromones making your skin burn with an unmatched heat, and the desire for more draws a shudder down your prone frame as your cunt clenches around nothing.

Perhaps sensing your frustration, Ivy tilts her head to the side coyly.

“I shouldn’t be the only one having fun,” she teases as her fingers leave her chest only to trace gentle circles around your nipples, the movement making you squirm and moan, “so let’s see about trying something new.”

The strangled grunt which escapes your lips as one of her vines rubs itself against your aching cunt quickly dissolves into a moan when it brushes against your most sensitive skin, trailing across your clit with an almost electric energy. You bury what remains of your moan in her cunt, quickly resuming your earlier adoration as the vines which hold your knees aloft spread them further to allow for easy access.

Rocking your hips against the thick vine which is pressed between your thighs, the slick of your sex is warm on the smooth surface as the tip of the vine continues to tease the sensitive skin just above your clit.

“Ready, baby?”

Smiling brightly up at her, your head nods with enthusiasm as your thumbs brush across her wrists, the weightlessness of the vines holding you in place making your heart thrum in your chest with every frantic beat.

Running itself along your slit, the vine coats itself in your juices before pressing itself within you, its movements gentle as it slowly stretched you open; retreating every few moments to allow you the time to adjust before pushing in further. It was so different to anything else, lacking the warmth of a human cock while keeping the sensation of being something alive as it pulsated within you.

You settle into a rhythm quickly, every thrust of the vine pushing your lips harder against Ivy’s sex as you continue to devour her like a woman possessed. The way it moves within you is almost cruel; the discomfort of the stretch quickly being overtaken by the pleasure as it twists and brushes along your most sensitive spots, leaving you a shaking mess as you suck at Ivy’s clit with pursed lips.

Ivy’s moans match your own and her hand drop to your head, her fingers carding through the strands there as she mutters out unintelligible praises, admiring your skills by the way her body writhes against the sheets. She’s beautiful in her pleasure and the sight of it is enough to snap that growing band of tension which stretches across your groin as your orgasm catches you, almost off-guard.

Burying your cries of pleasure by pressing your mouth tightly against her hole, you can tell she appreciates the vibrations of your muffled sounds by how tight her grip of your hair grows and you’re not too surprised when you feel the telltale signs of her own orgasm. Her head thrashing against the sheets, she smears your mouth against her cunt messily as she rides out her pleasure on your face, coating your lips and chin in her release as soft moans escape her throat.

Your fingers claw desperately against nothing as they remain bound in place by your sides and your cunt clenches harshly around the vine as it never ceases its assault on your walls, forcing your orgasm to drag itself out to the point of overstimulation even as you continue to allow Ivy to use your face as she wishes.

Just as your body is getting to the point where pleasure is quickly turning to genuine discomfort, the vine pulls free of your hole and you breathe a sigh of relief. The heavy sound of breathing fills the room as both you and Ivy recover from your orgasmic highs and you startle in place as the vines which bind you in the air shift you forward, following their mistresses’ unspoken demands, until they have placed you gently in the space to her side.

They retreat slowly, pulling free of your sweat-laced skin, but they are quickly replaced by Ivy’s arm as it slings itself across your chest to pull you close. The scent of sex and sweat hangs heavily in the air but it means nothing as Ivy tilts your head to catch your lips in her own.

It’s a sweet kiss, one which allows her to taste herself on your lips, and she hums contentedly for a moment before pulling away.

“Did you enjoy that? I know I did. You’re quite the talented little thing with that tongue.”

Chuckling lightly, you trace a finger along her exposed stomach as you answer.

“I’ve never been fucked with a vine before. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

Ivy’s laughter joins your own and the cadence of it brings a genuine smile to your lips as you settle in position, having no intention to move from this particular spot anytime soon.

#poison ivy #pamela isley #dr pamela isley #poison ivy x you #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy fic #poison ivy smut

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

⭑ A lot of dance parties with Harley, and you have to pull Ivy into joining 

⭑ Harley really likes ABBA, and you three often watch the Mamma Mia movies

⭑ You all live together, with all separate rooms (so a person can escape whenever they wanted to)

⭑ The place is full of plants, just absolutely hundreds of them; dangling from the ceiling, on window sills, in the bathroom, etc.

⭑ You have a collection of books and Harley will bring you back at least 3 whenever she goes out 

⭑ Ivy is actually super ticklish and whenever she’s upset at what Harley’s done, Harley will chase her around the apartment, trying to get Ivy to forgive her 

⭑ Ivy is always chastising Harley for deliberately getting the lyrics wrong in a song. She does it just to piss her off

⭑ Harley initially thought you and Ivy talking to the plants was stupid, but whenever she thinks she’s alone, you can hear her having full blown conversations with (to) them

⭑ Harley gets upset if she falls asleep on the couch and you guys go to bed. So now you have to carry her to bed. She usually sleeps in the middle while you guys cuddle up next to her

⭑ Ivy beomes really out-going/funny when she’s had a few drinks. And it’s a common occurance for her to break out on song. But she’ll deny it in the morning. 

⭑ Um you guys definitely keep news paper articles about your shenanigans ... okay maybe they shouldn’t be called shenanigans, more like crimes ... 

⭑ Your periods are definitely synched up, but Ivy has plants that can alleviate the cramps. And in the bathroom, there’s an array of pads, tampons, diva cups, re-usable pads etc., (obviously you know who owns which when it comes to reusable ones) 

⭑ Whenever you’re making a promise you and Harley do the pinky thing, but if they’re even bigger promises - or even bets, then you do a spit shake.

⭑ Ivy thinks it’s absolutely disgusting, but she gets so used to it that she joins in too

⭑ Being each other’s best friends 

⭑ Having Selina over for dinner 

⭑ And you guys probably have super obscure pets - like yes, Harley would most definitely have her hyena named Bruce, and Ivy made a living Venus Fly Trap, like one that seems almost sentient and you just want a goddamn dog, or even a cat. But they refuse, and you point out their pets -

⭑ So then they agree

⭑ But you can’t decide what to get 

⭑ And maybe one time when Selina is over for dinner, she says that she found a stray that doesn’t like being around too many other cats, so you say you’ll take him

⭑ But then you realise a few months later that the reason why the cat didn’t like being around other cats was because it wasn’t a he, but a she THAT IS NOW PREGNANT 

⭑ “Awww we’re gonna be grandparents!” Harley cooed when you guys figured it out 

⭑ “Well we can’t have all of them, and Selina already has an apartment full.” Ivy stated, but you wanted to keep all of them so desperately. 

⭑ Your cat still hasn’t given birth yet, but she’s so big that all she can do is lay down all-day. You can find her on your bed, snoozing in the sunlight. 

⭑ And she actually really likes Bruce (the hyena)

⭑ Harley particularly likes to sit on your lap, and Ivy likes to rest her head on your shoulder 

⭑ You usually make dinner 

⭑ Ivy cleans up 

⭑ Harley will go and get the groceries

⭑ Sometimes you do all sleep in the same bed, but the majority of each of your belongings are in your separate rooms

⭑ Harley will leave lipstick marks on your cheek

⭑ And you’ll find red/orange hair in the bathroom, but you can’t deny that you love these women. 

⭑ Theme Song: 

‘Lay All Your Love On Me’ by Pale Honey

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Touch Either Of My Girlfriends And You Die x3

  ✧ Dumbass (Harley) x Dumbass In Training (You) x Oh God I Guess They’re My Dumbasses (Ivy)

  ✧ Moon (Ivy) x Eclipse (Harley) x Sun (You)

#harley quinn #dating harley quinn would include #harleen quinzel #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #poison ivy #poison ivy headcanons #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy x you #dating poison ivy would include #poison ivy x harley quinn #harley quinn x y/n #harley quinn x reader x ivy #ivy x harley #ivy x harley x reader

[pandorascripts]

Absent

pairing: poison ivy x reader

warnings: mediocre angst, proofread once.

note: wrote this at like twelve last night. I just need to get something out lmao. I’m going to start writing a bit more DC stuff until I get get my spark back. Currently writing another Ivy fic based on the comic, Harleen.

———

The door creaks as you slowly open it, peeking in. Pamela’s mixing green and purple liquids, mumbling to herself as they bubble and ooze. 

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s, like, three am,” you say. 

“I’ll be up soon, just need to do a couple more things.” 

You frown, never knowing Pamela to not look you in the eye when she’s speaking. 

“Alright.” You turn to head out, leaving her to her work. “Love you.”

“Yeah.”

You close the door, swallowing harshly. This is ridiculous, it’s been going on for months now. The neglect, the off-handed responses to meaningful statements, and it hurts. It hurts so much, and you swear to God you can feel your heart shattering. 

You blink a coup times, rubbing at them. 

 Why are you crying? She’s got more important things than you, you know that.

You walk up the wooden steps, but stop short. You’re way too tired to climb up another flight just to get to your room. Curling up on a way-too-short step, you let yourself weep. 

The step above you digs into your shoulder every time you let out a sob, but you don’t adjust. The pain somehow grounds you, keeping you from actually bawling your eyes out. Your hand sits in your mouth, stifling what should have been louder cries. You don’t care about the bite marks that will be there tomorrow. 

Pamela didn’t come up to bed that night, not did she bother to put you in an actual room. 

You’re thinking about leaving, ditching Pamela in the night. You cant go on like this, but you’re way too worried to confront her about her behavior. She’ll just put you off, gaslight you and tell you you’re just being dramatic. 

You want her to notice your bruised hand, you want her to notice your puffy eyes the next morning, you want her notice your pain. 

She doesn’t. 

She ignores you all day again, sitting in her lab and talking to her plants. You know she loves those things more than you, she used to tell you that she loved you more. It’s a lie. It always has been. 

You open the door to her lab again, forgetting to knock. 

The creak of the door must’ve thrown her off, because the next thing you know Pamela’s cursing and yelling. Things are spilling over her desk, papers are soaked and burning. 

“Pam! Oh my God! I’m so—“

“Get out!” she yells, pulling her hair as she finally faces you. “GO!”

You close the door with a slam, mortified. Pamela’s never yelled at you before. She knows you hate it, you hate arguing and screaming, she knows what your past was, and she promised to never yell. It was a mutual agreement, and even when you both made each other upset, it didn’t last long. You’d both apologize and talk about it, get over what was causing bumps and come out stronger. You didn’t know if you’d make it out of this one. 

You can still her Pamela yelling, things smashing against the door your head is lain on. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and after that, the only noise you hear is her yelling and your own tears hitting the floor. 

Your knees give out and you slide against bumpy and splintered wood. Your face is soaking, tears painting an ugly portrait on your face. 

As your sobbing against the door, the only thing you can think of is leaving. And right now, it seems like the smart thing to do. 

You don’t bother Pam for the next week, you leave her to be in the greenhouse, actively skirting around her when she leaves for her lab. You don’t like being like this— awkward strangers. For God’s sake, you’ve been dating for five years, you know her inside and out. But she feels different, unstable. It scares you, mortifies you. You don’t know what she’s capable when she’s like this, and you don’t know if you want to find out. 

The letter you write is long, it takes up two full pages of paper, and your handwriting is neat. The only thing screwing it up are the copious amounts of wet spots, which smear the ink. You place the note on her side of the nightstand, and start grabbing essentials. You take everything you can think of, everything that seems important. 

You don’t realize your crying until your vision is completely blurry, but still, you push onwards. You grab a couple sweaters and a couple pairs of jeans. You don’t fold them, instead slamming them into a suitcase as you zip it up. 

“What are you doing?”

Everything stops. Your hand, the loud zipper, your breathing, even your tears don’t flow anymore. It’s like everyone’s waiting, waiting and waiting for Pamela to understand. You take in a shaky breath, finishing the zipper. “Leaving.” 

You don’t turn to face her, instead you pretend to do more with the suitcase, checking empty pockets and extra compartments. You hear her footsteps getting closer and closer and closer, her hand rests on your shoulder. You still don’t face her, you can’t. The moment you look at her you’re screwed, you’ll melt into her and fall into the same pattern. It cant happen. 

“Stop. Please.”

Another hand rests on your other shoulder, slowly turning you around. Pamela looks so heartbroken, and you let out a sob. It’s useless to fight her, you can’t, you’ve never been good at sticking up for yourself. She tucks your head into her shoulder, apologizing from some stupid thing that doesn’t even matter. Pamela cant even figure out what she was doing wrong, she’s reaching, apologizing for yelling, as if the months of emotional neglect aren’t a problem. 

“I’m so tired, Pam.”

You know she’d be crying if wasn’t stopping herself, the last thing either of you wants is you to be covered in bubbling blisters. 

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t bother trying to correct her, to tell her that you miss her. How could you? She’s always there, she’s never not fifteen feet away from you. You cant miss her. But still, you do. 

“I miss you,” you cry out, repeating it over and over again. 

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.” Her voice is soothing, lulling you into hopeful security. It isn’t until your eyes are drooping shut, you’re breathing heavy and loud, that you realize what she’s doing. 

You don’t know what time it is, how long you’ve slept, or where you are, but it doesn’t matter, because the familiar scent of spring wraps around you like a blanket, and you sigh. Everything feels right, a sense of calm eases you, and you really can’t remember what you were so upset about last night. 

“Morning,” Pamela whispers. 

You feel her hand slide up to your shoulder and her chin softly pressing into your head. This is right, everything is okay. 

You mumble back an obscured “G’morning” and bury yourself deeper into her. 

Her chest shakes as she laughs lightly, and you grumble in protest from the movement. 

“Can we just stay here?” you ask, threading your hand in her hair as you do so. 

“I wish, but we’ve got plans, darling.”

You grumble, clearing annoyed. “Yeah but this is so much better.”

Pamela starts playing with your hair, careful not to tangle it. You feel happy at this, happy that she remembers how bad your bed head is. 

“It is.”

“So we can stay here?”

Pamela starts laughing again, her chin rubbing against your head as she shakes her own. “No.”

“Plans, shlamsh! We don’t need to go anywhere.”

“I suppose we don’t need to, but we should. Selina and Harley are waiting on us, though.”

“They’ll entertain each other just fine without us.”

A moment of silence passes through the two of you, each taking in the thought of those two alone together. 

“Yeah we need to leave.”

“Oh God, why did I tell them to wait for us?” Pamela asks, you don’t need to see her face to know she’s mortified. 

“Selina’s probably at Harley’s throat about now. You told her not to bring those mutts right?”

No response. 

“Right?”

“No…. I figured it would be common sense!”

“Harley doesn’t have common sense! She has Harley sense! She probably brought Bud and Lou!”

“We really need to leave, darling.”

Pamela’s up and out of the bed, dressed in a green blouse and black shorts before you even know it. You get up too, looking to the end of the bed. Frowning, you unzip the suitcase. 

“I-I’m sorry, Pam. I don’t know what I was thinking last night. It was stupid, really.”

Pamela closes the suitcase, handing you a sweater of hers and a pair of leggings. 

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

You nod your head, still taking the blame. Pamela smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

The first kiss you’ve gotten from her in months. 

#pamela lillian isley #poison ivy #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley #dc x reader #dceu fanfiction #dceu imagine #dc x you #pamela isley x reader #poison ivy x you #reader insert #x reader #x you #ansgt #hurtfic #dc fic #gotham sirens #pandorascript

[alyakthedorklord]

Bruce Wayne, sitting in a cute eco-friendly cafe while on a video call with Tim: Oh Noooo, are you sure there’s no way the board of directors will let us get rid of this old decrepit Wayne Factory building that is unsafe for our workers and also for the surrounding environment?

CEO Tim, with equal gravitas: No, I’m afraid they just won’t budge. It technically meets legal requirements on paper, and we can’t prove that the chemicals affecting the local ecosystem that have no other possible source are from the out-of-date drainage system… they’re saying it would cost too much to fix the place up too, which is ridiculous, because we’re us, but our hands are tied…

Bruce, full Brucie himbo mode: Oh I just feel so SAD for all the sweet fluffy animals and the pretty flowers and especially our hard workers dealing with such unsafe conditions… I think I’ll give them all a nice short vacation this weekend, so the ENTIRE PLACE will be EMPTY and SHUT DOWN from FRIDAY TO TUESDAY, the SECURITY SYSTEM WILL BE DOWN because it’s just so GLITCHY, I’m sure nothing will happen to the ENVIRONMENTAL STAIN ON OUR COMPANIES NAME THAT WILL BE COMPLETELY ABANDONED FROM FRIDAY TO TUESDAY- Timmy do you think I’m being too subtle?

Tim, snickering: no no you’re doing great Bruce I’m sure they’ve got it

Poison Ivy, on a date the next table over: ( ‘-‘)-☕️

Harley, through tears of repressed laughter: so… we doing anythin’ this weekend?

#you know they would #at least once #it’s called delegation #dc comcis #brucie wayne #bruce wayne #harley x ivy #poison ivy #harley quinzel #tim drake #batfam #gotta give the girls enrichment #what do you mean dc doesn’t stand for disregard canon

[tiphyrow]

they would

#I mean can you blame them? #harley quinn #poison ivy #harlivy #harley x ivy #fanart #sketches #wonder woman #diana prince #diana of themyscira #harley quinzel #pamela isley

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

Guess who got dragged into another fandom 👀

At first it was just fanart. Then all of a sudden I was reading multiple fics a day and thinking up aus and hcs

Anyways here are some doodles.

#fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital illustration #illustration #comic #dpxdc #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom fanart #harley quinn #harley quinn fanart #poison ivy #poison ivy fanart #jazz fenton #I drew all of these on my iPad and that made me realize just how much I HATE drawing on my iPad #idk how you guys do it but props!

[deadsetobsessions]

“I think I’m going to move to Gotham,” Jazz’s tapped away at her laptop, clicking through her college acceptance letters. Danny sat up from where he was scrolling through his phone and stared at her. “Thoughts?”

“And prayers,” he sassed. “Because you’re going to need them. Why the would you pick Gotham when Harvard accepted you?”

“Gotham has Arkham. And Doctor Quinzel.”

“Isn’t she Harley Quinn? The Crime Princess of Gotham?”

“Yeah, and an acclaimed psychologist with hundreds of published work that revolutionized the mental health field! Sure, she’s more criminally inclined now, but I’d kill to pick her brains.”

Danny grinned. “Interesting word choice. You’d fit right in. It’s just weird that all of their psychologists turned into villains.”

“Okay, but I won’t. You’d stop me.”

“Or I’d join you,” Danny rolled back onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare, Daniel Fenton. You’d better stop me if I went villain.”

“But I feel like you’d have a pretty good reason for it though?”

“I appreciate the trust, dumbass, but I’m always this close to loosing it.” Jazz rolled her eyes as she jabbed a finger at Danny.

“Hah! You’ll fit right into Gotham!”

Jazz hummed. “So, Gotham?”

“Yeah, why not?”

——

“Danny!”

“Little busy!” Danny dodged a blast from a GIW agent.

“Why’d you pick up, then?”

“You don’t call often- hey, can you guys knock it off? I’m on a call!” Danny shouted. Surprisingly the agents stopped.

“Woah. You guys actually stopped?”

“We’re anti-ghost, not rude cavemen. Finish your call, Phantom, so we can get back to capturing you.” The agent with red hair said. Her partner nodded their head.

“Riiiight.” Phantom floated away a bit. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked Jazz.

“So, Dr. Quinzel-”

Danny heard a further off “Call me Harley, darling!”

“Harley,” Jazz continued seamlessly. “Is dating Ivy, a meta! Which, totally cute and their relationship is so healthy. Goals, honestly-”

Danny heard another far off comment, “Awe, thanks, Jazzy-wazzy!”

“But long story short, they got in touch with the Justice League about the GIW and they’re getting pulled back! And disbanded! Are you fighting the agents? Can you see if they’ve got the order to pull back?”

“Wait, seriously?” Danny perked up, the exhaustion from the fight all but gone. “I’ll ask.”

Danny turned to the two agents, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Hey! Did you guys get orders to stop hunting me? I heard the Justice League got involved.”

“What? We didn’t-”

“Shit, wait, we got orders.” Her partner jabbed their phone at her.

“Fuck. This isn’t over, Phantom!”

“Yeah, yeah! Shoo!” Danny watched them peel away. “Thanks, Jazz! Maybe I’ll finally get a peaceful school year.”

“R.I.P.” Jazz solemnly intoned.

“Dead-ass.” Danny replied, just as seriously before the both of them broke. Cackling, Danny said goodbye to Jazz.

“Maybe I should get some gifts? Hm… Undergrowth has some rare plants.” Danny muttered as he flew back home.

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #dc x dp #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #Harley Quinn #that’s DOCTOR Harleen Quinzel to you #poison ivy #harley x ivy #Gotham #justice league #the giw #Jazz Fenton goes to college and takes down a government branch with the aid of well known criminals

[hughmanbean]

How Do You Do, Fellow Humans?

Now, Fright Knight is a very experienced ghost. He's served millennia, gone through the whole ordeal that was Pariah Dark, tolerated the Observants, and generally has a large area of competence.

But perhaps he should expand his skillset.

As he was guarding an outing of the Royal family, his Queen had inquired of his pastimes. He had answered with his duties.

"I mean, you should definitely get out some more, dude. Chill a bit. Not in the Far Frozen sense."

The Princess had agreed, saying that traveling would be quite the eye opening experience for him

His Queen assured him that the royal family could suffice without his presence "for a year or two, just make sure to visit."

So the Knight of Autumn sets out to find a mortal settlement that will work. He comes across Gotham City and its respective city spirit, Lady Gotham. She graciously invites him in, and he vows to remember her contribution. She merely gives an amused smile.

Within Gotham City, Fright Knight comes across a mortal woman controlling plant life, and even if subconsciously, follows her due to the familiarity to another ghost the Queen had "known."

She has a rendezvous with another mortal woman, and they go inside a house/haunt that radiates their love. Fright Knight stands outside of it for a week straight, attempting to deduce a way for him to meet them.

Harley, on the other hand, had just opened the door at like, 2:48 in the morning and her hyenas shoot straight out the door and around the house, barking. They jump around the legs of- a giant suit of armor? Really? Just staring at the wall, is it?

Gotham, truly, is delightful.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #Guess who? That right! #fright knight #good parents jack and maddie #queen mother danny phantom #poison ivy #harley quinn #fright knight does NOT have a mortal form #Giant disembodied suit of armor he will stay #If you want to continue this be my guest!

[jellolegos]

Everything’s growing in our garden, you don’t have to know that it’s haunted

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Print store :)

#garden song is so Harlivy coded I feel it deep in my bones #you wouldn’t get it joker. gif #Harlivy #harley x ivy #harley quinn #pamela isley #poison ivy

[acapelladitty]

If you're still taking prompts/5 sentence fics: "Poison Ivy" and "cure," please!

Oh, hell yeah! Have some filth. 🌿��

"Ivy, pl-please," you shudder out, voice breaking on the final syllable as your back arches in a graceless arc, "I need the cure."

Smiling down at you as her finger traces another feather-light touch across your clit - even the small bit of contact sending a bolt of pure, concentrated pleasure through your suffering frame - her free hand cups at your chin playfully before carding through the sweat-slicked strands of hair which have filled across your forehead.

"But you're being such a good girl for me right now," she explains once again as she pulls you so cloesly to the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm that your feet curl against the sheets to the point of discomfort, "and as soon as I let you come all of those little enhancers of mine that I've kissed into your blood will disappear."

"Baby, please," the electric heat which lances across your skin is unbearable as every nerve feels primed to explode at the slightest touch, "and i get it, but I'll do- I'll do anything, just-"

"Then hold out for me a little longer, and I'll make sure that you have everything you want and more when i replace that teasing finger with my tongue."

Send me a prompt and ill write a 5 sentence fic about it.

#posion ivy #pamela isley #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley x reader #poison ivy x you #pamela isley x you #gotham city siren

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 🌱🌿

a/n: since I’ve got up dating Harley would include, I’ll do Poison! Also I think I should have warnings that reader is depicted in this universe as ... more than unhinged. It’s a tad dark is all I’m trying to say. 

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

SFW🌹

⋆ You had heard of the three women before; each had their own reputation, and rightly so. Not only were they intimidating but they were fearsome competitors.

⋆ As your persona, you had been planning this heist for almost two years now. Ever since the banker sniffed their nose up at you. It had become an obsession, you knew that. But these people deserved it. The higher ups. The one percent. But also the general public. Some of them deserved it too...

⋆ “Hey! Who are you?” Harley asked, her Brooklyn accent echoing throughout the chamber. 

    “I’m the gal whose robbing this place,” you stated, flinging the dagger and knicking Harley’s ear. She yelped, but you didn’t hear much else. You had already started running, sprinting down the narrow hall. 

 They caught upto you quickly. Trapping you at the end of the hall, dammit, you thought. Wishing they had chosen tomorrow night, instead of this one. 

    “So, what are we gonna do with her?” Harley asked, her bat hanging limply in her hand. 

“I have an idea,” purred Catwoman. 

    “And why should we even let her join?” asked Ivy, her gaze staring intently; looking you up, and down. 

    “You should let me join because I want to contribute to the chaos,” you replied simply. A coy smile toying at your lips. You could feel their gazes shifting, they deliberated. But the final word was from Catwoman. Her sultry voice cutting through the conversation. 

    “Well I like her, she’s got a good aim.” 

“Ha, yeah...” Harley agreed, dazing dreamily at you. 

⋆ Poison Ivy didn’t like you much at first. She thought you would betray the group, and she was right. You were planning on it. To rob them of their shares of the heist money. 

⋆ But the group of women gave you a sense of purpose. A place to call home, people to talk to. Even if their advice isn’t always sound. 

⋆ Obvious your image would have to be fleshed out, your colours chosen, costume, name. 

⋆ You had always liked plants, herbs and flowers. Before meeting Ivy, they were apart of your life. They were kept on window sills, on ledges, in corners, on benches. Anywhere you could shove a plant, there one was. But seeing Ivy’s home. To say there was a lot of green, would be an understatement. 

⋆ She always makes sure you’re not hurt after some good ol’ criminal activity. Always insisting that she could spread some aloe vera on your cut or wound. 

⋆ Harley was a bit jealous of your romantic feelings for Ivy. For the first few months it was like a love triangle. And Catwoman hated every second of it. You didn’t want to upset Harley, but you knew you Ivy understood you. 

⋆ You both enjoy cooking, but you moreso. You’re very intune with herbs and make some great meals. 

⋆ She would never let anyone hurt you, and if they did, there would be hell to pay

⋆ You have an equal say in the group now, you’ve proven yourself to be a great leader but also a strong friend

⋆ Catwoman is a bit distant with anyone anyway, but you do feel the least connected with her

⋆ Favourite things to do together include:   ➢ travelling   ➢ babysitting Harley  ➢ collecting plants and naming them   ➢ going to restaurants to try and find the best vegitarian burger   ➢ watching movies/tv shows with female leads that focus on revenge, parental issues, female empowerment, etc., (gone girl, sharp objects, buffy the vampire slayer, jennifer’s body, mamma mia)   ➢ foiling the plants of big companies   ➢ creating the perfect playlists together   ➢ walking anywhere in nature, but particularly small strolls where you can stop and smell the roses

⋆ You and Ivy love having sunspots in your place and will go around everywhere collecting things that will enhance the little rainbow spots 

⋆ Ivy is more introverted and prefers to be away from people, which goes great with your personality. You think the general public are morons. 

⋆ Isn’t big on public displays of affection, but will hold your hand and kiss your lips/cheek/forehead.

⋆ Likes to lean her forehead against yours, nose touching, eyelashes tickling each other

NSFW 🌼

⋆ Poison Ivy is a dom, and I wholeheartedly believe so.

⋆ She likes to restrain, to keep you from touching her or yourself. Ivy yearns to hear your whines and moans. Your begging turns her on.

⋆ Favourite place to do it is in nature/sunlight. Might sound cliche, but Ivy really does prefer it. 

⋆ She isn’t very intune with dirty talk, but does like to hear you say things. Your voice turns is a major turn on, and 

⋆ Ivy likes it when you leave marks over her body, she likes knowing that you have a claim to her 

⋆ She would gladly help you with your mummy issues. 

⋆ You’ve both considered having a threesome with Harley, but you both came to the conclusion that she would catch feelings. 

⋆ Likes biting, both done to her and from her 

⋆ She likes having your smell on and around her 

⋆ Will leave a hidden hickey on your neck to remind you of her <3

⋆ Leaves lipstick kiss marks on your clothes

⋆ She likes to tease you in public, but refuse to do anything until you get home. This drives you insane, and has you pleading to get home quicker. 

#gotham city sirens #gotham city sirens headcanons #poison ivy #poison ivy headcanons #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy x you #dating poison ivy would include #harley quinn #selena kyle #poison ivy x y/n #Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley #harleen quinzel #gotham city sirens moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #aesthetic gif moodboard #aesthetic #gif #gif moodboard #DC #dc headcanons #DC x you

[pandorascripts]

do I post it?

This Harlivy/Reader fic has been in my drafts for A WHILE now. It's not done, I'm working on the second chapter rn. But I could post the first one. I dunno though. I might wait until it's all done and then post it here and ao3. Depends on what u guys think.

here's the description,

Pamela, a woman you’ve known for eight years of your life, and someone who you’ve been hiding feelings for; Harley, a woman who has just been introduced into your life, she’s crazy, eccentric, and brings out a dangerously fun side of you. With feelings for both; who do you choose? And most importantly, whose heart do you shatter? 

and heres the first paragraph :)

"In a city full of criminals and low lives, petty thieves, and masters of destruction, you don't fall into any of those categories. No, not even remotely, you're a simple citizen in a shitty town, just dreaming and waiting to get out. Like most people living in Gotham, the idea of crime and chaos has always been there-- lurking in the back of your mind, like burglars hiding in the dark. Although, you have never given in-- even after being raised in Gotham all your life, you still obey the laws. There has to be some kind of award for that-- Hell, your best friend is a green ecoterrorist, the man you went to Med school with dropped out to fight crime, and a girl you had graduated with fell in love with Gotham's most infamous villain. To live in Gotham for over twenty-five years and never fall into temptation and greed is arguably one of the hardest feats ever reached."

a small note for this story too, becoming a psychiatrist only takes 7 years bc I said so! and pam and harley are in their late twenties.

#harleen quinzel x reader #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn imagine #harleen quinn #poison ivy x you #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy #pamela isley x reader #pamela lillian isley #pamela isley #harleen quinzel #harlivy #harlivy x reader #x reader #x you #self insert #dceu fanfiction #dc x you #dc fic #dc x reader #dceu imagine #pandorascript

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #112

Jazz knew something was different about her. She could control plants to some degree almost like Poison Ivy but not as powerful. She was finally on her way to getting her degree in Gotham with her little brother whom was also adopted by her side. Of course this was when things get messy as Jazz gets caught during a rouge attack and comes face to face with Poison Ivy. Jazz doesn’t know how but Poison Ivy is her birth mom, of course Ivy and her girlfriend Harley bring Jazz and Danny back to their place and surprise Harley is Danny’s birth mom but she refuses to reveal who the dad is. Jazz on the other hand gets told she technically doesn’t have a dad and her biology is closer to that of a plants.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #poor danny #writing prompt #Who’s Danny’s dad? Maybe Bruce maybe the Joker you decide! #Of course they sent their baby’s away from the chaotic city of Gotham #Jazz is Poison Ivys daughter #Danny is Harleys son

[mysweetsinfulobsessions]

Dressed up for the night

By talt_lo on twitter

#ivy looked smoking hot in that dress damn #i had previously put the wrong artist from twitter who had apparently reposted it my sincere apologies #i am an idiot! #thank you to the commentators who pointed it out #harley quinn the animated series #harlivy fanart #harlivy #harley quinn and poison ivy #harley x ivy #poison ivy #harley quinn

[dead-bouquet]

DP x DC thoughts

Every fanfic and prompt I read has danny either pretending to be older than he is or just outright telling people he is a child.

I’d love to see actual thousands of years old danny who lost his family and has been in his castle for so many years that he’s become a shell of himself. He’s super knowledgeable, super powerful, but he’s just  t i r e d. 

Not to mention he can change his form like clockwork if he wanted to but most of the time he stays in his 14 yr old form cuz that’s the most comfortable.

Now imagine the JL come in. They summon the Ghost King because they need help and omg that is a child on the throne with a dead eye stare but he’s super powerful and helps them for no fee and and bruce is already pulling out the adoption papers.

Dick gaining an older brother figure and learning not everything has to be on his shoulders.

Jason and Danny bonding over being forced to adapt to a world that’s mourned and moved on from them and the struggle to learn to fit in again (because jason is technologically illiterate with all the advancements he missed and you can pry that head cannon out of my cold dead hands).

Tim gaining an older brother who actually listens to his rants and pushes him towards new info cuz danny has lived for so long and duh he knows stuff.

Damian just being a language nerd with danny and learning some languages that have been lost to time (because now he can shit talk about drake without anyone knowing)

Duke just vibin with this bright ass creature but hey? at least there’s another meta in the fam.

Danny spoils the girls cuz they remind him of dani and jazz.

all the while danny slowly gains his spark back and becomes more and more like his old self.

Just... let me have millennia old danny being a shit disturber.

#dc x dp #let danny be old #danny phantom #ghost king danny #constantine is there but nopes tf out cuz he's not touching danny's shit with a ten foot pole #it'd be the first smart thing he does in his entire life #too bad danny sees disgruntled brit with his soul torn to pieces and just goes oh worm? #bruce tries to parent danny and danny just makes himself older #Bruce: danny you can't have cereal for dinner #Danny: back in my day the youngins used to respect their elders #instead of asking bruce for permission the batkids just start asking danny #batman #batfam #danny likes poison ivy because she reminds him of sam and oops guess that toxic waste plant just mysteriously blew up #my post

[river-lethe-tears]

DC x DP Prompt

Sam gets Summoned

So instead of Danny being the one summoned, this time it’s Sam. Like, being possessed by Overgrowth (or whatever he’s name is stupid plant ghost :/ ) , made her get some cool plant powers and stuff. 

So the cult is trying to summon Overgrowth to return Earth to its former green glory or whatever. But instead gets this small goth girl. Who is suddenly looking very pissed off and angry. And oh no. They try to be really respectful and stuff because what if this is Overgrowth putting them through a test? So they toss their sacrifices into the circle because of course the entity is not happy until it gets what it was promised. 

The sacrifices are probably either Poison Ivy who they somehow got (most likely through threatening Harley than knocking them both out to use as sacrifices) or Red Hood since Jason was dead and all plus Lazarus Pits. (Or Batfamily if you’re more partial to that but I did not think of this prompt with them in mind as the sacrifices lol)

So Sam is really confused and pissed off cause she was in the middle of something with Danny and Tucker and both of those idiots are probably freaking out, so she needs to get back as soon as possible. So she just gives a nasty (burger) glare and just waves her hands. Plants start sprouting from the ground and knocking the cult out. Once Sam done she just rolls her eyes in all her goth glory and walks over to the sacrifices to untie them. Poison Ivy then just watches everything play out with amusement as Harley tries to cheer Sam on. If the sacrifices are Poison Ivy and Harley or Red Hood than they compliment Sam on her skills. If it’s anyone else it’s up to your imagination.

So yeah that happens. Depending on who the sacrifices are, after an undetermined time talking Sam just walks back to the summoning circle. She knows all about this stuff due to all the rants Danny goes on and on with about people being so inconsiderate when summoning him. So she just concentrates and taps into either her liminal status, powers due to Overgrowth, or ectoplasm residue in her system and reverse summons herself back to Amity.

The rest of the bats burst in just as Sam starts to reverse summon herself. And are freaking out or shocked before she is just gone. They only get a few glimpses at her and they can’t grasp the colours since the summoning circle starts to glow bright green. Poison Ivy and Harley won’t really tell them anything since they are amused at the bats frustration. (Bats knew to rescue them cause Selena told them that they were missing; Sirens are reformed(?) in this AU)

So the bats are trying to find out more information on this being the cult summoned and the Sirens aren’t really being that helpful. Selena finds it hilarious after Ivy and Harley inform her what happened. 

Just imagine a few months later there’s a Wayne Gala going on and the Mansons were invited so of course they came and dragged Sam along. Who also ended up dragging Danny and Tucker along. And the bats casually freak out when they see this girl who looks kinda like the being they saw in that warehouse a few months ago. Oh gods above. Poison Ivy please pick up. Please don’t let this be another Gala being crashed. They can handle their rouges, not inter-dimensional beings they have no information about. 

Danny and Tucker naturally finds this hilarious.

Until Tucker gets summoned a month later.

~~~ Please excuse the horrible everything. I am writing this very late, but I had to do a brain dump since this was haunting (haha) my brain. I literally had this idea pop up and not go away while trying to fall asleep. There are so many run off sentences, but I can’t bring myself to care anymore. Sleep waits for no man, woman, or in between before claiming their conscience for a few hours (or days). I might come back later to fix this up and fill plot holes. But that’s a huge maybe. Also I couldn’t be bothered to actually searched up Overgrowth’s real name lol or to fact check anything. My brain is gone. Into the wind. :p

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom #sam manson #Poison ivy #harley x ivy #? #maybe #it’s implied i think #Harley #summoning #plants #WHAT IS OVERFROWTH REAL NAME YOU ASK? #I have no idea #it’s too late for real thoughts #Or brain power #Or for me to be awake #Oh shoot I can’t remember if I took my anxiety meds #gotta blast- #Dc