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theirmadness · 26 days
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getting frisky with @sav1ored. ♡
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❝ i don't know if ya earned the right to rev up your harley, daddy... ya been messin' 'round with those other girls... i told you, i ain't nobody's second choice. so ya can look. but no touchin'. ❞
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siiinfully · 1 year
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midnightsaboteur​:
@siiinfully​
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Harley’s question made Ivar’s smirk grow, a light laugh accompanying it at the same time. “Well, you’re right. There’s no high authority here, so as ever, you’re both the brains and beauty of this partnership,” Ivar whispered, another laugh following. He could’ve left it there but a teasing thought entered his mind, one which he voiced immediately by murmuring “That said however, I am your dom. Maybe I should report you to myself and think about appropriate punishments…” By that point, Ivar’s smirk was as smug as it could be, and he winked too at Harley just as she began walking over to him.
Naturally, the sight of her pale, naked body reflected in the moonlight caught Ivar’s gaze immediately. He raked his eyes up and down every inch of her, the sight leading his cock to blatantly start hardening against the thin white fabric of his boxers. By the time she’d reached him and asked about his plans, Ivar’s nine-inch member was fully erect and tenting his underwear. Despite the blatant arousal, he could still focus on business and so he first murmured “I was just doing a little reconnaissance and a dry run. I wanted to see how quiet I could be.” Not even a second then went by as Ivar added “I planned to sneak in to see you on the way back though, it’s murder being without you in my bed, darling, especially when you look like you do…” His compliment was reflecting the truth of Ivar missing her, although as ever with the assassin it was said with an element of teasing and mischief too, reflected in the smirk he had by the time he’d finished. 
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He knew exactly what to say or do to turn her into a puddle. Harley whined and murmured Puddin’, please as she sank to her knees as if the way he looked at her carried a silent command for her to do so. She was entranced, goosebumps forming over her skin as she waited for him, whether it was a command or another statement. In general, she viewed herself as a strong, independent woman, but something about Ivar made her forget that side of her and become the submissive attack puss that she was for him and only him. Her lips parted a little, giving him a space to slip any of his fingertips ( or all of them ) into her mouth so that she could suck on them in the meantime.
“Can I play with him?” she asked after a while, during which her pussy became completely soaked, and if he chose to slip his fingers inside her, they would come away completely covered with the thick juices that were trickling down her inner thighs. Her breathing grew shallower, and there was most likely no mistaking the hazed look of lust that had come over her, her eyes alone expressing just how much she wanted to pleasure him with whatever hole he chose to end up coming in. But as always, she was also curious whether he would give her the honor of offing their current target or if he wanted to do it himself. Either option was fine with her: she thought that her Puddin was extra hot post-kill, with his breathing heavy and at least his hands caked with warm blood, an animalistic look in his eyes. Even thinking about it got her wetter, fuck.
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zoeekar · 1 year
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Me protecting all my shows from getting cancelled in 2023.
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multivcrsity-archive · 8 months
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@thesweetestsupervillain said "And that's why I'm starting to like you, even if you steal things from my lab."
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"I'm starting ta like you too. And I swear I'm not touching anything else! I didn't like being a human bubble!"
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onespvrk · 6 days
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closed starter for @lcvenderhcze (harley quinn)
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‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ "ms. quinn, a pleasure as always." bruce smiled at the woman, familiar with her from her escapades in gotham as well as having been involved in a few heists that occured at events he'd attended "what will it be this time? this watch is new and should fetch a pretty penny." he held up his wrist "or is there something else that you'd like?"
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midncghtrcin · 29 days
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@thewxnderer Said: “I knew there was a reason you were acting funny all day!” - Rick @ Harley
"I always act funny."
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limayde · 4 months
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98. Harley Quinn (Season 4)
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Contrary to the previous season, this one felt like it started strong and then ended weak. Loved all the stuff it set up, but it kinda fumbled the execution. I did like the potato clone tho.
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personae-obscura · 2 months
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Closed Starter for @thejestersiren
Well, one thing Ciara could officially say about Gotham; they threw creative parties. The family she had sang for tonight had a black tie theme going on which meant she got to sing in one of her nice flowy frocks. As amazing as she looked in vintage clothes, wearing something a little looser once in a while was also very nice. She hadn't even needed to go heavy on the make up! A little pop to her eyed and lips was apparently enough for these guys. Big family too. Probably several family friends in the crowd. All with some Irish heritage some more distant than others. And all of them had been thrilled to hear her singing in Irish Gaelic and spent the night requesting more foll songs. The younger crowd requested some pop songs so she sang those in Gaelic too.
She stepped out into the mild night air, breathing in the city's pollution and tucking her payment into a secure hidden pocket in her jacket. She knew the gossip about this city, she knew better than to go completely without protection and hiding spots. She had her phone out, double checking the way back to the hotel room the family had paid for when she spotted someone beckoning her over.
A blond woman. Pigtails, the ends had very faded dye. Shouldn't she have just cut them off if she didn't plan on refreshing the dye job? Her other hand went to the pocket of her jeans, fingers wrapping around a pocket knife as she stepped closer.
"Can I help ye?" She asked, slow and hesitant but still curious.
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muutos · 3 months
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🍭 @chaoticjoke . also gets harley :3
"oh no ! you get away from me right now mistah' , i don't wanna talk to you." blond turns on roller skates, l eashed brutes pulling her in the opposite direction. "that's it babies ! let's get mommy away from the psycho clown, pronto!"
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"you've blown it for the last time ! &. if y'think i'm gettin' back in after gettin' out, you're sorely mistaken, j." pin stabs heart over, over, over. just give her a reason, such which she's running rolling from. she expects hell to pay. "hasta la vista !"
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countlessrealities · 6 months
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@diamondcladclown asked for a small starter from Poison Ivy !
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Poison Ivy didn't work with others. It wasn't a rule she openly and strictly enforced, but then again she didn't need to. Between her general dislike of human beings and the fact that her aims never aligned with anyone else, there was little to no space left for her to team up with someone else, even if she had wanted to.
Of course, as it happened with most rules, this one too had an exception. The very same that could push Ivy to bend her beliefs a little and to change her plans. An exception named Harley Quinn.
Biting back a heavy sigh, the eco-terrorist leaned against the wall of the dirty alley, barely resisting the urge to tap her foot. She wasn't even sure of what she was supposed to be doing there and she was really starting to think that her best friend had brought her along just for her company or for moral support. Which Ivy wouldn't have minded, if it hadn't been that all this fuss had something to do with Joker.
She would never get what a brilliant, strong woman like Harley saw in that self-centred douchebag.
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"Harls, seriously, are you going to tell me what this is all about? I swear, if you roped me into some unnecessarily elaborated plan for a birthday gift or an anniversary date or...whatever, I'm leaving."
Of course, she wouldn't have walked away, not on her only friend, but it felt good to make the threat.
"So?"
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theirmadness · 3 months
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"let's do this again some time. " from Bruce for Harley
meme status: idon'trememberthepromptsojustperusmytag.
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to say that she's amused would be an understatement. she's picking up her clothes from the floor, putting her pants on whilst she throws amused glances his way. “ who would've thunk? mr. playboy billionaire has a thing for criminals, ” with her pants on, she's facing him as she hooks her bra from behind, hands on her hips when she's done. “ you do know the kinda people i hang with, right, brucey? you're too cute to end up as one of mr. j's puppet corpses . . . ”
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ssolessurvivor · 6 months
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oh something random for Harley of @inabcck <3
let's roll the dice and we'll both make our moves...
He hadn't intended to be fully bewitched by her the first time he ever laid eyes on her. That golden realm of a bar, beautiful though seedy for all of those goons crowding the place, J barking orders behind the bar...she was spinning around that pole, entrancing Logan in her elegance in that silver dress. He'd wanted so badly to run his fingers through those curls, blue and pink tresses alike mixed with that platinum blonde.
What he did manage, a hand to help her down off the raised platform, she'd smiled and...his soul left his body.
Little did he know he'd end up hopelessly playing with what wasn't his. Between the bank robberies and drug heists, gunpowder lingering on his fingers while she used knives and means much more personal, it didn't take long to wonder. Want didn't dim, curiosity didn't vanish overnight but festered in the dark. Soon enough, the dynamic shifted, and sighs from his own lips in the dark became hers too, wrapped up in the sheets to explore.
Logan was never one to play with fire, never one to bite the hand which feeds him. But with Harley...he'd said goodbye to that early.
Sometimes they just languished in one another's arms. Logan showed her body the worship and adoration she deserved, losing himself when her fingers ran through golden strands in that way. Those legs wrap around his waist as she perches on his lap, where he can drag his lips over her collarbones, teeth gently bite here and there, just a ghost of a thing. Their precious secret.
In the flash of moonlight, maybe a candle or two flickering around them, there is no space between them: he can feel each intake of breath by her ribs expanding, each soft roll of those hips when she wants to tease. The tickle of her hair on his cheekbones. A soft flick of his tongue, trailing it up and up her neck to hear that sigh escape her as his arms tighten their hold, feeling her move with him. They gaze into one another's eyes and there's a gleam there, deep within. There she is...Harleen...in all her splendor, even quietly, she effects him so totally, he's lost for words.
Logan takes her then, those lips in his for a few tender kisses just for her. She'll become all of herself then, a quiet moan of his swallowed by those lips which know just how to hypnotize him. He knows now...he won't let her go.
playing like lovers do...
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siiinfully · 6 months
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continued from this with @azraelblack
Taking over Gotham’s underworld proved to be a more arduous task than Azrael could have ever imagined. It was one thing to tear through the ranks of the city’s lesser crime bosses. But he never would have imagined the city’s corruption to run so deep as to have its own Illuminati-esque organization. It was all so exhausting. Thankfully he had his own little helper to relieve him when he needed it. “Gods above, that feels good.” He whispered as Harley worked his shoulders, the muscle so tense it could be mistaken for stone rather than flesh.
“You work so hard,” she remarked, working her fingers over his rock-hard muscles to try and soften them a little. Harley wasn’t a certified massage therapist, but she thought that she did just fine with what little massage skills she had. “Sir deserves a break now and then.”
Though it was one she wouldn’t insist upon, not when she was aware of how close he was getting to fully seizing control of the city’s criminal class. Not when they were at the stage where corruption among the elite had been unearthed, and she could possibly get to deal with some stuffy old men.
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multivcrsity-archive · 8 months
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@thesweetestsupervillain || x
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"Oh! So I probably shouldn't be stuffing my face with them, right? What have ya got planned for 'em, anyway?"
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daringsunflowers · 1 year
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@niieve
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quinn had been tangling his own self up in a new relationship. he wasn't so sure he would call it that just yet. he liked the blonde he had been seeing but he had always been such a casual guy. seeing someone seriously was a bit strange for him. the person he felt would understand the most was harley. a guy he had met at a party that he had began to sell too. he had been a pretty cool dude to sell too, he never complained about having to roll up to the wrong side of town to grab his shit when q couldn't find a ride out to the guys house. asides his weed and his sense of humor quinn didn't really have any good redeeming qualities. he never took anything serious and found himself in a lot of trouble most of the time. tonight he was already out and about in town when he had took a uber to the man's house to drop off his shit to him. knocking on the familiar door he was greeted by abigail who had let him in on her way out without another word. she never cared for the man. though q didn't care he was used to people disapproving of him. "harley." he shouted walking further into the man's place before taking a seat in the living room waiting for the guy.
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poisonousquinzel · 2 years
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Bigots on Twitter are really losing their shit cause some Harley Quinn fan account made a harmless thread about their trans Harley headcanon & got a hashtag to trend about it
like these dense motherfuckers really ain't heard of headcanons before huh? 💀 gosh, no one tell them about mpreg fics
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