hiiii twas wondering if u wrote for harley..... only just started arkham asylum and good LORD her nurse fit someone put me down anyways is there any way we could get aa!harley x reader..,, fem obv but hhgrgrgghh🤤
Arkham Asylum Harley with her pretty victim
Authors note: this request was from months ago when I was on hiatus so the og requester probably won’t see this but oh well. Also I can’t believe that with all the smut I’ve wrote I haven’t wrote wlw??? The shame
18+ nsfw, fem reader, slight dubcon, violence against character (not reader or harley), fingering, pussy eating, restraints
“So, how d’ya like my outfit?” Harley says with a plastic grin, twirling in her obscenely short skirt so the peak of her ink black underwear shows.
You freeze, feeling the restraints tying your hands together as you wonder whether it’s a good idea to answer her provocative question. Just another ordinary night at Arkham Asylum had completely turned upside down when you'd heard what your ears thought was a controlled explosion. You and your colleague Dan had rushed in to see what the commotion was before being subdued and tied up, forced to sit on the cold sterile tiles.
Glancing at Dan, his eyes certainly aren’t hiding his lust as he stares at the cleavage the unhinged woman proudly displays.
Before you can part your lips, the blonde gives a child like hmph. Her eyes roll before she cocks an eyebrow at him.
“It ain’t polite to stare.” She spits, a venom suddenly seeping through her features quicker than the cheery facade she previously had. “Especially when you didn’t even offer me a compliment.”
She grabs the small bat she came in with, chipped black nails digging into the handle. Striding over, you barely have time to react before you hear the unsettling crack of wood slamming into his head. He falls to the ground, clearly unconscious…if he’s even alive after such a strike. You gasp in shock, quickly whipping your head to the side in order to not see any more of his bleeding wound.
And just like that, she’s calm again, looking at you with a mock coo that makes you shiver.
“Oh sugar, I didn’t mean t’make you jump like that.” She says, her usually higher pitched voice lowering slightly. “You know how men are.”
You’re terrified, knowing your fate lies on a knife edge. Blinking gently, you glance down to the floor, breath shaky and unfulfilling.
“Awe now, ain’t no need to be shiverin’ like that. I wouldn’t hurt someone as pretty as you.”
She grips your chin and tilts it up. “Now I gotta wait here for a bit until Mistah J gets here. He’s got such a party planned for batsy, it’s gonna be amazing!”
The way she speaks does little to calm your nerves, but you do see the glint and excitement in her eyes as she unveils the plan for the night.
“So me and you are gonna get cozy in here. Can’t have you runnin’ around and spoilin’ his plan.”
With that she drops your chin, leaping up and going to check something on the main computer. You feel slightly better, until you glance up and see the sight in front of you.
Harley has bent over the desk, arching her back as she types away at the keyboard without a care in the world.
You feel your face heat despite yourself, tearing your eyes away from the black lace. Is this a test? Does she want you to look so she can knock you out like she did Dan? Swallowing, you focus on remaining as calm as you can until you hear the clicking of the keyboard stop.
“All set. I know he’s gonna be proud of me this time, I can just feel it.” She says, and for a moment the façade drops. You see it, the slight wobble in her voice, the watery look in her eyes.
She turns to you, coming closer. “You think so, right? Mistah J is gonna be impressed right? I mean…I’m basically the one running this show behind the scenes while he’s getting captured!”
Realising she’s seeking your approval, you hesitate slightly before nodding. “Yeah…he’d be a fool not to be impressed.”
“He ain’t a fool, not really.” She snaps, before smiling again. “But y’really think so?”
You nod, breath catching.
“See I like ya already. Much more than that schmuck anyway.” She punctuates her words by delivering a kick to Dan’s abdomen, and you wince a little when he doesn’t move.
“Thank you…” you say, unsure whether she wanted you to respond but she seems to appreciate it nonetheless.
“Awe you’re welcome sugar. Good manners are hard to come by nowadays.”
She fiddles with the computer for a while, constantly checking her phone and tapping her foot. She’s impatient, although you aren’t exactly sure you want to know what she’s excitedly waiting for.
“All this waitin…” she mumbles, sitting on the desk after a while and playing with the ends of her hair.
You stay, cross legged on the floor. You’d tried to move into a more comfortable position, but your thigh had brushed against Dan’s motionless body which made you cringe internally.
“You don’t look very comfortable down there.” She says in a teasing tone, clearly finding some enjoyment in your slight squirms.
You shake your head a little, watching as she smirks and hops off the desk. She stalks towards you, and you catch yourself wondering how someone could be so beautiful but so intimidating all in one.
“Maybe I can help you.”
At her statement, your eyes dart to hers in a mixture of panic and confusion.
“w-what?”
“You heard me.” She starts, kneeling in front of you. “Don’t think I didn’t see you catchin’ a peak earlier sugar.”
As if to emphasise her point she bends forward slightly, and on instinct your eyes fall to her cleavage before quickly pulling away. She laughs, mocking but with a hint of something else.
“See, I noticed. You look at many girl’s tits? Or just mine?”
You’re at a loss for words, lips parting but no sound coming out. Instead, she brings a finger up to your lips, caressing your lower one gently.
“Not that it matters, I like havin’ a pretty girls attention.” She mumbles, leaning even more towards your face. Your breath stutters.
“But…t-the joker-“
“Oh puddin’ doesn’t care, as long as I ain’t foolin’ around with another man. He turns a blind eye to when me and Red go at it.” She giggles, seemingly unbothered.
You don’t have time to respond before she’s kissing you, manic and desperate. It’s like she’s trying to devour you, teeth nearly clashing in her mad rush to get her tongue in your mouth. A small whimper escapes your throat that she quickly groans at, her hand gripping your waist.
In the midst of such a kiss, you get the feeling she hasn’t kissed anyone in some time, and well…neither have you, so your eyes flutter closed as you enjoy. Eventually she pulls away, a single line of spit connecting your mouths.
“You taste…sweet.” She says bluntly, her little nurse hat knocked a little off centre. Instinctively you go to put it right, only to grunt a little as your reminded of your wrist restraints.
“Awe poor baby, still all tied up.” She giggles, fingers tracing down your arms and leaving goosebumps in her wake. “I ain’t used to being on this end.”
You figure she’s used to being completely at Joker’s disposal, and at the information that she sleeps with Poison Ivy too, you can’t imagine her giving power to anyone, let alone Harley.
“Are you going to untie me?” You ask hesitantly, and you’re met with a mocking laugh.
“Nice try baby. That ain’t gonna work. I’m enjoyin’ myself too much.”
She hums, feeling your waist now. Exploring, she runs her fingers down to the expanse of your pencil skirt, taking extra care to feel your hips and grope them.
You bite back a noise, which seems to embolden her. Grinning, she grabs you by the arm and pulls you to your feet, steadying you as you stumble. She leads you to the desk, making you sit on it before her eyes trace down.
“You’re a real sight, y’know that? Bet you got a nice boy…or girl, waiting f’you at home.”
Her hands grope at your thighs, before sliding your skirt up. Clearly any prospect of you in a relationship doesn’t matter to her in the slightest. She bunches the material around your hips, digging her nails into the tights you’re wearing underneath. You feel her nails dig into the flesh on your thighs and you jolt, but she simply shushes you with another giggle.
“Soooo pretty.”
Her tone is almost innocent, before she uses her nails to tear a hole in your tights, right over the crotch area. You can’t help the slight noise or surprise that escapes you, and you unconsciously fidget, your bound hands not helping as you almost fall backwards.
“Quit movin’. I ain’t gonna be too rough with you. I’d hate to break a toy before I got a chance to play.”
She hums and looks around, finding a pot of stationary and beaming as she pours the contents on the desk. After finding what she needs, a pair of scissors, you don’t have time to process before she’s grabbed and cut your underwear, the fabric falling unceremoniously until she snatches it away and throws it behind her.
“Oh baby you’re gushin’” she remarks, a finger gently moving to play around with your folds.
This time you can’t hold back the moan, being a while since you’d had this kind of intimate touch. While you know you shouldn’t, this woman is a serial killer who may or may not have just killed your colleague right in front of you, but you can’t help it. Your pussy had been wet since the moment you saw her.
Pressing a finger inside of you sends another moan tumbling from your lips, and Harley doesn’t let you adjust before she’s forcing another one in. She groans at the feeling, watching as you take all the way to the leather of her purple fingerless gloves.
“Feel so tight sugar. Not had much action lately?” She teases, moving her fingers rhythmically.
You flush and shake your head, confirming her remark. You’re rewarded with a few taps of your cheek with her other hand.
“Awe good girl, answerin’ so well.”
The squelching of your cunt echoing around the office should make you feel embarrassed, and god knows it should make you embarrassed how the most wanted woman in Gotham is fingering you like she owns you, but it doesn’t. Instead you find your walls tightening around her digits, your hips twitching as it rocks into the sensation.
“Can you hear how much she wants me?” Harley asks, pulling her fingers out and slapping your clit in emphasis. At your soft cry, she bites her lip and plunges her fingers back in.
Her other hand grips your hip to keep you steady as she takes you apart. It’s clear to you that she’s enjoying herself, and that scares and arouses you in equal measure. You’re clearly a way to pass the time, a pretty distraction. But that doesn’t answer the question of what she’s going to do with you when she’s through.
Eventually thought she decides to take things up a notch, forcing your thighs further apart. You watch with hazy eyes as she kneels and starts to lick at your clit, gently at first as if testing the waters.
“Oh baby, you taste good. The innocent ones always do.”
Her words make you shudder as she goes back to lapping up your slick. You moan as her fingers keep brushing against your sweet spot, tongue rubbing circles that bring sweet jolts to your sensitive nerves. Rocking your hips against her face only makes you wetter and more needy, your fingers and hand flexing in order to brace yourself despite the restraint.
But if there’s only thing about Harley, is that she’s a messy eater. The slurps are obscene as she dives in, even removing her fingers in order to push her face further into your pussy. Looking down, her nurse hat has completely fell from her head, and her makeup is smeared everywhere. Red lipstick lines your pussy lips like the mark of your deadly lust, her white face paint cracking around the mouth area. Still she doesn’t seem deterred, continuing to feast.
“I…I’m-“ you start to say, toes clenching before she interrupts you with a loud moan.
“Give it t’me.” She says against your pussy, the vibrations tipping you over the edge.
You swear your vision goes white as you cum, pussy gushing as your whole body shakes. Harley works your through it, pushing you to your breaking point as she keeps eating you to overstimulation. She eventually pulls away, spitting on your pussy lewdly before giving it a gentle slap.
“Fuck, I ain’t done that in a while.” She says, grinning like the cat who’d got the cream…well you suppose she certainly had.
You’re at a lost for words, before uttering a soft “thank you.”
“You’re welcome baby. See what I mean about good manners.”
It’s clear she wants to say something else, but her phone vibrating makes her shriek and run to a nearby bag, grabbing her lipstick.
“Sorry sugar, shows about to start.”
At your slight rigid posture, she hums. “Ain’t nobody gonna come in here don’t you worry. You just sit here all pretty, alright?”
You nod, before you hear across the speakers that Batman has arrived with the Joker apprehended. Harley’s smile unsettles you, but you try your best to stay calm. Closing your legs, the sticky sound of your pussy makes you flush. This is going to be a long night.
It's raining nonstop where I am so I'm just picturing the Batfam during a flood.
Red Robin uploads a TikTok from the safety of a roof saying "watch him go!" As Red Hood keeps trying to drive his bike against the current. A big wave comes by and he's slowly dragged downhill. The caption reads "don't drive during floods".
Batman and Robin are on the ground helping civilians out of cars when the intensity doubles and in minutes Damian goes from wading knee deep in the water to swimming. The emergency batfloaties get triggered and he floats away as Bruce fails to grab him by half an inch. "Robin serenely drifting in the current" becomes a meme.
Someone takes a picture of a very flustered spoiler trying to squeeze the water out of her cape. The second she lets go the weight of the water makes her fall ass over backwards. Black Bat ends up giving her her waterproof cape.
Signal makes mirages of sharks in the water to scare the shit out of any criminals. Oracle uploads the recordings with Benny hill as background music. Bludhaven escapes the worst of the storm and Nightwing sends pictures to the group chat patting the barely wet concrete just to rub it in. He still slips on a puddle and eats shit, Barbara sends that to the group chat.
Happy (Early) Halloween! I've dressed up as Vivian this year! (I'm actually going as Sabine Wren irl lol. may post a selfie of that since my face'll be masked.)
I feel like I should write something else but idk what. Yeehaw?
(also ya I gave up on Inktober if you couldn't tell LOL. I couldn't handle it 💔)
i thought it would be funny to start making slenderverse memes using those stupid old youtuber pictures that used to literally flood tumblr and instagram. ESPECIALLY SINCE HABIT LOOKS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED IN THIS ONE i think its fitting for the caption
Tim and Jason never really talk about it, but there’s this unspoken understanding between them.
They’re both the leftovers, the Robins that never quite fit where they were supposed to. Jason came back from the dead, and Tim’s been running ever since he picked up the mantle that wasn’t his to begin with.
Jason still resents Tim sometimes. It’s not that he hates him, exactly. It’s more complicated than that. Tim took his place, whether he wanted to or not, and no matter how many times Tim says he didn’t ask for it, it still stings. Jason can’t help but look at Tim and see everything he was supposed to be. Everything he lost. And it hurts.
But Tim? Tim looks at Jason and sees everything he could become. The anger, the loneliness, the rage at being abandoned. He sees the same cracks in himself that led Jason down his darker path, and that terrifies him. Because he knows he’s one bad day away from becoming Jason, from crossing that line, and he doesn’t know if anyone would even bother to pull him back.
They don’t talk about it, though. They don’t talk about the fact that Tim still wakes up in cold sweats from the memory of Jason beating him with that crowbar, or that Jason sometimes dreams about what might’ve happened if Tim had never shown up. They don’t talk about how both of them feel like they’ve been used and thrown aside by Bruce, by the Bat family, by everyone.
But sometimes, on the really bad nights, when the weight of everything gets too heavy, they find themselves sitting together on a Gotham rooftop. Neither of them says anything, but it’s the closest thing they have to peace. Jason doesn’t apologize for the way things are, and Tim doesn’t ask him to. But they both know what it’s like to feel forgotten. To feel like you’re always fighting to be seen, even by the people who are supposed to care about you.
Maybe that’s why, despite everything, they stay close. Because Jason knows what it’s like to come back and not recognize yourself in the mirror, and Tim knows what it’s like to slowly lose pieces of yourself until there’s almost nothing left. They’re both walking the same line, balancing on the edge of darkness, and neither of them knows what’s going to happen if one of them falls.
But for now, they’re both still standing. That’s something, at least. Even if they never say it out loud.
As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.
It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.
Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.
I'm also gonna stop listing the reasons why I recognize something is a scam. It's becoming more and more clear there is 1 person behind this STRING of scams and they're leaving less trails behind but it still reeks of them and their MO.
DO NOT TRUST ANY GOFUNDME OR REQUEST FOR CROWDFUNDING THAT PALESTINIAN BLOGGERS HAVEN'T VERIFIED.
At this point I'm fine receiving a bunch of inbox messages asking me to vet x y z so y'all can avoid this shit. But please have some critical thinking!
Whether you wanna read the whole thing or not idc.
REBLOG IT.
The person this was about deleted the 4th or 5th scam account they made and are definitely gonna make a new one soon. I don't want anybody falling for this anymore.
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