[rxttenqueen]

*rocks back and forth* anyone here to play?

[rxttenqueen]

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          her wide, baby blue eyes gazed upon the man as he talked on the phone with someone --- the language that he was speaking in flowing effortlessly from his lips adn she could not help how amazed she was by this skill she had discovered him to have. The blonde sat there, her feet swaying back and forth above the ground as she watched the man dressed in black, her head tilted to the side as her sharp ears listened to the angelic sound of his voice.

           “What was that?” Harley asked once he finished the business talk and she arched a brow, blue eyes sparkling playfully “I could not understand A WORD you said, but it was very sexy.”

@gothamsdarkdetective  //  MEME //  ACCEPTING

[rxttenqueen]

♥   ♥   ♥  okay so here’s the deal —- LIKE THIS POST for a short starter or for me to go through your meme tag and send you some random asks. i need to get the muse back up and running because i miss this crazy blonde and i need more rp partners and more threads!

[rxttenqueen]

           dressed in nothing but a set of black, lacy lingerie ( after kicking off her high heels and taking off her dress ) the blonde hummed some random songs to herself as she danced across the floor. Baby blue eyes closed, a small smile on her lips as she danced, feeling the music with all of her body, every single muscle, every single nerve ending tingling in pure happiness, ecstasy almost, as she moved to the rythm.

            tho soon something interrupted her --- or rathe SOMEONE. And if that someone was anyone else they would be long dead laying on the ground with a knife lodged in their skull, bleeding out on the fluffy white carpet.

                                    BUT IT WAS NOT JUST ANYONE.

             “Daddy.” Harley squealed in happiness when she heard his voice and she immadiately ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning closer to peck his lips. A wet, loving kiss. Only then did she step away and grabbed the KING’s hand, leading him towards the bathroom. 

                                   A QUEEN TOOK CARE OF HER KING.

               “Sit down.” The blonde ordered softly as she grabbed the first aid kit from one of the shelves and then returned to the Joker, standing in-between his spread legs “-are there anymore injuries except for the ones I can see bleeding right now?”

&& @myriadxofxmuses // cont

[heronswing]

[thetattedstoner]

I talk shit hoping it leads to a play fight that turns into rough sex

[vimoradi-deactivated20180806]

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[noxzaiden]

[rxttenqueen]

noxzaiden :

“Would you die for me? No…that’s too easy… Would you…live for me?”

[rxttenqueen]

crimson-smirks :

Czytaj dalej

          How rare was it that the KING allowed her to touch, to kiss, to scratch - whenever and however she pleased? How rare was it that the man would stand in front of her like this, bare of the gold and soft silks, bare of alcohol that would often swim in his veins and cloud his mind, bare of the drugs that not once and not twice affected his brain. He stood in front of her, in the state the god had created him ( with some alternations here and there ) - as perfect as she always knew he was.

            And even if his affection was rare, if the attention he gifted her with was usually in a form of a snapping comment or a painful slap --- when it came to this, when the Joker was gentle and loving - she only drank it all up in an even more greedy way. She needed his attention, his touch adn his gaze on her like a drowning man needed air. He was her one and only safe board, one and only thing keeping her alive.

Created by him. FOR HIM.

              A soft laugh, a giggle, escaped her lips when the KING spoke, when he jabbed at her abilities of pleasuring him and she shook her head. “I did not see the dead guy’s dick standing at attention like yours is doing now, daddy.” Harley teased, nudging the very tip of his cock with her tongue, playful, teasing. At the same time her free hand reached behind, around the Joker and just as she was about to put him into her mouth again, her fingernails dug into the firm butt cheek of the King, leaving her mark in a spot no one would see --- but she would grin smugly at the knowledge of it being there.

               Not once lessening her grip on the King’s asscheek the blonde began to please him again, with renewed eagerness, with new wave of excitement. Once again she took him all down her throat with every single move of her head, her firm, sneaky tongue licking his length in the way she knew the King liked the most --- she was bringing on her A game tonight and she knew the man would enjoy it even if his words said otherwise.

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thenewfist :

It’s strange to him how some part of him seems to tell him that this isn’t okay, yet some smaller part says he should stay. There’s a constant battle going on within his mind, but he stays with her. Something about the two of them just felt… right. And, yes, he’s fully aware that such a thing is stupid and cheesy, but it’s the only way he can describe how he feels about being with her. “I think,” he began before ducking his head down and pressing a kiss to the column of her throat, “you deserve a proper good morning.” With those words, he nipped at the underside of her jaw, grinning as he did.

            a squeal of joy escaped her lips when the man nibbled at her skin, causing a ticklish sensation to rush down her entire body. “James!” The blonde exclaimed, hands pressing against his shoulders as if attempting to push him away but she had barely used any force in that. She did not want him to let go, did not want him to leave --- ever. “That was very naughty.” Harley playfully scolded the man, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging at the soft strands, but the grin from her lips never disappeared. “---since when is BITING considered a proper good morning?”

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crimson-smirks :

Another test. Another opportunity to prove why she had been chosen by him. That out of a thousand others who had came before her – why was it that she was the one who was permitted to remain. Men and woman had come before. An army of sick and twisted beings. All wanted to serve him. All wanting to follow him. All wanting to be just like him and all disappointing him. He never wanted someone like him – that was boring. He didn’t want someone already damaged. Someone who killed for their own reasons. Who had their own views on the world.

He only wanted someone like himself

Someone who was like him in every single way possible

How cruel was it that it had to be a doctor of all things. The one thing that turned his stomach. With their white coats, clipboards and fancy degrees. They held their noses up on him and treated him like nothing more than a caged animal. They treated him as such a thing and he became such a thing and when he had them down upon his own table, there white coats, there little pieces of paper and their fancy qualifications meant nothing – they all screamed – cried and begged – but that pretty little blonde.

She was the only one who laughed

She smiled and laughed. She taunted him and pushed him. She begged him to hurt her. To show that she could take it. That no matter what he did to her she would not die so easily. That she would not fail. He stripped her of her white coat, her clipboards, her qualifications and he laid her bare, taking everything that made her a doctor away from her and even then she still smiled. She still laughed – she still found him funny. She chased him, no matter how many obstacles he put in her way she passed them.

She was the one

She trampled over the fortune at her feet. All she had to do was bend down and take a handful and she could walk away from him. She could pick her life back up. She could start anew away from him and yet – she just trampled over it all – all to get to him. She pressed herself against him. Kissing – a fight breaking out between them, one for dominance and control. Even with moments like this it was a game between them. There would be no winner. His hands exploring, touching, squeezing as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close.

He could feel her warmth from her womanhood. He could feel the want and desire. The burning heat, the lust in her kissing. His tongue moving against her own and before he could do anything more she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees before him. Her head titled, her eyes meeting his – want and need in them as his hand ran through her hair – she could feel his growth as she took him without hesitation. Any man would have fallen. Would have buckled as plump lips wrapped around them and she took him into her warm mouth – a purr leaving him, his hands running through her hair as the queen was where she belonged, on her knees before the king.

            The blonde had never been one to crave for fortune, to walk over the dead bodies in order to steal their money. NO. Her daddy raised her better than this. She used to be more about the honest work, about paying bills and obeying the law, she knew what to do and what not to in order to lead a nice, quiet but lawful life. She was going to do it as well, she was going to find herself a nice man, a doctor maybe, adn settle down with him. Have three kids that would cause headaches 24/7 and grow old in some suburban white-picket fenced house.

             Oh how the dreams had changed.

              Harley could no longer imagine herself as the calm, quiet type. Sure, she still wanted more or less the same - she wanted her daddy to marry her, she wanted to have children with the green-haired psycho. She wanted to grow old on their rocking chairs as they would watch their children adn then their children....

              But it seemed like her wish was far from what was going to happen.

              The young woman giggled as the last bit of gold dropped from the KING’s body. Bare and pure as she was. She cared most for this, for this man, underneath all of the layers of fine silky shirts and golden rings and chains - this, this was the man whom stole her heart and whom she would follow through hell and heaven. He was the one for her. The one she would always return to no matter where he locked her up, when he abandoned her.

               Harley grinned, or at least as much as he could with his length pushing down her throat. The knowledge that her Puddin’ still wanted her like this, still craved her and ONLY her --- it was the best confidence booster she had ever heard about. The woman began to move her head. Back and forth. First at a slow, delicate pace but as soon as she heard the purr leaving the King’s lips, as soon as she saw the dark spark within his eyes - she went all out. She began to push her head forward as far as it would go, taking all of her daddy down her throat until the tip of her nose touched his skin, until her nose touched the grin tattoo on his lower stomach, signaling she had him whole inside.

                 The blonde held it like this for asecond or two before releasing, her hand immadiately wrapping around his manhood in order to keep the King satisfied “Just like that, daddy?” Harley asked, grinning as a soft purr came from her lips as well and she pressed a delicate, playfull kiss to the very tip of his length as her other hand rested on the man’s hip and she dug her fingernails into the skin there to leave another few marks.

[rxttenqueen]

Things that have totally happened (#1/?)

*at the club*

Frost: "Did you spill something?"

*looks down at his knee where Harley had been 5 minutes earlier*

Joker: "Dammit Harley..."

Frost: "What?"

Joker: "What?"

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crimson-smirks :

She was perfect. His hand lingering outwards as his fingers flexed and curled inwards. He wanted to touch every single part of her. He had pulled a piece of him and created a partner for himself. He had found someone who had broken mind like his own. Who understood how the world worked and choose not to cower away, but to grin and laugh at it. He gave her test after test and she passed them until she wanted to be like him.

How could he refuse her

He allowed her to plunge. He allowed her skin to fade to white. He allowed all colour to drain from her body and soul so that she would be like him. He came for her. When others would have left her, he came for her. Pulling her upwards from the bottom and back to the top. Holding her as everything melted from their bodies and kissing her. Even as the crimson escaped them, as everything burnt away from them, that first kiss was worth all the pain.

He held his hands outwards. As she slowly removed each ring at a time with great care. Each watch removed and tossed aside. Each chain and necklace unlocked and dropped until like her, he was pure before her eyes. Riches and wealth laid at her feet. A fine treasure within the lair of beasts. A small fortune, more than enough for start a new life away from the madness – yet she just stepped over them all. Her bare feet standing on a kings fortune just to get closer to him – to remain in his mad mad world.

He drank. Eyes half open as he was reading her. Taking in every movement and every reaction. The lack of clothing had sent a chill throughout his body, but the fire placed roared at their side, the flames would soon enough warm them. “Good –” It was all he said when she spoke her words almost as if she was saying an oath – almost as if she had said it many times before.

To remind the king.

He watched her drink. He watched her consume the drink. He listened to her words, full of joy, love and truth. There was no games during this moment. No tricks. No teasing. No jokes or end punchline. He listened, listening to her purr and tell him what he needed to hear. “Good – good – now show me –” He spoke softly, a purr leaving him at the last work spoken as she had spoken her devotion to him and now he wanted to see it.

        As the young Doctor Quinzel she was a different person. She was confident in her brains, in her knowledge, she knew how to help her patient, which questions to ask to make him confused and then get the truth out of him. It came in handy, it was what the job required and she was good at that. White scrubs, pencil skirts and white collared shirts were what was required of her while working at the hospital and she did not mind. She was a shy, quiet girl who knew how to do her job well and was focusing on that.

But then, one faithful morning.

                                                 Came the time for a session with the KING.

         And slowly, slowly but surely from the modest, gentle girl a demon began clawing its way out. Harley was not sure if the crazy person was simply asleep inside of her, just being awakened by the KING or if she had been destroyed and moulded back into shape with a few pieces of sanity missing. 

                                     It did not matter in the end.        

          What mattered was that the new person, the new woman he had created ---- HARLEY QUINN --- was willing to follow the man into the darkest abbyss of hell. She was there through thick and thin, she was there when he was feeling down or when he laughed so loud that her ears hurt. Every step of the way, every new step he took - her high heels were making noises next to his, always following. Always close.

            Harley giggled quietly as the KING spoke about showing him. About proving her devotion, proving her love --- she was all about that. Another task, another test that she would follow through without a second of hesitation, without an even shadow of failure.

             The blonde stepped forward and pressed her lips against his, stealing a deep, passionate kiss from Joker as her arms loosely wrapped around the man’s waist. She kept them there for a second or two as the kiss continued, their tongues fighting for dominance. Not a clear winner just yet. Her slender hands then began to move up and down, fingernails gently scratching at the King’s back, adding to her marks already scattered across his body. Along with that, her curvy body pressed tightly against his to rub them together, to feel every inch of bare skin against hers.

               And then - as quickly as the kiss and scratching began - it ended as the Queen dropped to her knees, baby blue eyes meeting the King’s as her red-painted lips wrapped around the tip of the Joker’s manhood and she moved forward to swallow him whole in one go. This was no time for games. No time for teasing. This was about pleasuring her daddy as best as she could right there adn then.

[rxttenqueen]

joker-x-harley :

Does anyone else just love the idea of Harley sitting on Joker’s lap like at the club or just in their hideout? She’d just stroke the back his neck and watch his facial expressions while he’s talking to someone and he’d stroke little circles on the small of her back?

[rxttenqueen]

          the blonde could not stop the smile that spread her lips as soon as James returned to the bed and laid down again. No man before had wanted to stay with her for longer than absolutely necessary so to see the handsome soldier returning into her embrace made her heart skip a beat. “Well now we are both awake.” Harley said, snuggling close to James, one of her hands resting against his cold, bionic arm. She accepted ALL of him and wanted to show it every step of the way. “---what should we do?”

&& @thenewfist // cont

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crimson-smirks :

He gave his command to her. His permission granted as he watched. Watching her remove his white shirt from him and discard it as carelessly as he did to her dress. He felt her hands upon him. Trailing the images he had carved into his body. Ink in different places, all telling a story about himself – a story that only she knew all too well about.

A kiss on his collarbone, his hand finding the side of her face. Running over her cheek and cupping it as his fingers entangled inwards into her hair. Playing with it, wrapping it around his fingers and pulling at the strands as she pulled down his pants, almost ripping them from him in excitement as she cast them aside as well, almost kicking them across the entire room to be rid of them.

How many whores had tried what she just did? How many wondering hands had ventured south to do the deed she just done. How many had he removed. How many hands where broken or cut off. How many whores where killed for trying to bed the king. To climb upon him and be famed for the one who claimed him. All had fallen. A mountain of bones of failures who failed to please him, yet this woman – this queen – had removed everything from him without even a single word uttered.

He would move his hand from her face. Running it down her arm as he pulled the numerous golden watches from her – dropping them at her bare feet. Her rings, her chains where removed. He would join her, as he pulled his rings off, his watches, his heavy thick chains as he dropped them at her feet, her toes covered in gold and silver as he made them truly bare for one another.

Her hands wondered him. Venturing up and down. Over every single scar he had. Over every drop of ink. Her hand carefully running up and down as if this was her first time doing such a thing. His own hand would run down her chest. Over the soft white mounds that where perfect in every way imaginable. He trailed every single piece of ink he had gifted her, looking – taking it all in and seeing things only his eyes would see.

“There is plenty of time for that –” He ran his hands down her sides, down her curves as he felt her rump, squeezing it as he would lean backwards, grabbing the bottle she had brought in, placed within a bucket of ice. He opens it, easily breaking the seal, pouring two glasses full as he picks them up, placing one in her hand and holding the other as he took a drink of that grape soda.

“Who do you belong to –” His jealous nature started to show. As he drank the rich taste of the drink, as he looked at the J upon her and his other marks. She was his and he was hers, there would be no one else.

The way the King touched her brought forward the dirty, dark thoughts that had lingered somewhere in the back of her head. The Queen was such a complicated soul, having so many masks, so many faces that she reserved for different people --- but only one of them was saved for the KING himself, only one, the real one would ever be revealed to the green haired Clown whom stole her heart and started wearing it on a golden chain around his neck.

As his hand began to pull the watches and rings from her arm and fingers, Harley waited for a second or two, allowing the Joker to bare her completely for his gaze only. Nothing but his tattoos marring her skin, nothing but her golden locks hiding her from his eyes. She was his, completely, purely his.

As soon as the last ring ended up on the ground the Queen began the task of undressing the man as well. Every golden or silver chain, every ring --- soon ended up at her bare feet, covering them in riches and wealth - stuff she could not care less about at the very moment. No, in situations like this - there was her and her KING. No one else.

The blonde purred quietly as the Joker grabbed the bottle of grape soda and poured them two glasses. She took one, slender fingers wrapping around the cool glass and she took a sip, humming at the familiar, sweet taste. Harley shivered from the difference of temperature, her nipples hardening - though even that did not make her cover herself. What for? The KING had seen it all.

“You.” Harley replied without a second of hesitation, her voice strong and sure, full of devotion, full of love. “I am yours, daddy.” The woman added, baby blue eyes meeting his straight on without any games, without any teasing. She knew when her man needed assurance of her loyalty, of her adoration.

“You’ve marked me again and again, you made sure no one else would dare touch me.” Harley purred quietly “Do not think about anyone else, daddy, my mind, body nd heart --- all belong to you.”

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crimson-smirks :

She was not like the others who had came before her. She had not yet lowered herself to their level. To BREAK all there rules and codes and TORTURE him to get him to speak. The king held many secrets. He had never uttered a single word about who he was. Nor had he even talked openly about the people he killed or why he did what he did. Gothams Finest stopped questioning him. Every time he was brought down, he was dropped on the doorstep of Arkham for them to do with as they wished.

It was ROUTINE

“When you are at the top of the food chain, you always have to stay ahead.” He replied. His tongue slowly running over his lips as he took her in. Allowing her words to sink in. He was a predator. He only knew two things, how to kill and how to break. “You look like the flexible type –” He laughed. Allowing her to speak openly, spilling open without him truly putting any effort in. She was telling him everything he wanted to know about herself. She was practically singing like the little bird that she was.

“Accident? You don’t believe that.” He teased. There was more to the story. You don’t suddenly just grow up wanting to be a shrink. He knew already that her father was murdered on the road, for what purpose it mattered now – someone sick and twisted had done her father in and now she thought she could do the right thing and heal these type of people.

LAUGHABLE

“What do you want to know – I am an open book – all you have to do is open me up and have a look inside – if you are brave enough.”

         Every evening before her father began drinking she would bring him the newspaper and they would both read the news, read about the accidents, about what criminal had been caught or whom had escaped from prison. But one evening had truly stayed in her memory up until the very second. When they read about one man, one little man who had been set free from his sentence. Her father paled at those news and immadiately reached for a bottle of whiskey to calm himself down.

                           He never put it down from that moment.

          Harleen knew that it was that man, that criminal, who had murdered her father. But at the same time - she could not care less. Her father was a cold, evil bastard during most of her childhood and teenage years. How could she cry after someone like him? 

           “Alright.” The blonde doctor chuckled, pushing her thoughts away from her head as she focused back on the task at hand, back on the patient sitting in front of her “Do you remember the last time you had a full night of sleep - and not because of medication, but out of your own free will?” Harleen returned to the questions, fingers twirling the pen, ready to write down anything that he said, anything that he did.