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Attraction Reaction || Still accepting
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Sexual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Romantic Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧| Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction
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"Shush. It's fine. They won't hear us."
Random Starters || Still Accepting
“Are - are you sure? Harv?” Harley asked in a whisper each word punctuated by one of his fevered kisses.
“I just - I just - really want your ma t’ like me an’ I’m not sure foolin’ around in the laundry room is a good way - t’ make. T’ make that-” She let out a low moan as his teeth grazed the skin beneath her ear. “Can’t ya-? Can’t ya wait until we’re in the car on the way home?”
❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞
I’m not so grump! || Stil Accepting
“Because I’m cruel. And mean. And sadistic. And awful. And a bully. And a bitch. And not very nice…”
Each synonym was punctuated by a kiss - or a nip at the sensitive flesh of his thighs and lower belly - but nothing for his cock, which stood, erect, proud and desperate a hairs breadth from where her attention was being lavished.
“And you love it.” One kiss, to the very tip. He groaned eyes rolling back, hips thrusting forward hopefully.
“Now stop complaining - or I’ll gag you as well… and then you won’t be able to use your mouth on me either.”
Harvey growled and groaned - she’d already removed his hands from the equation, cuffing them to the bed frame before they’d even done anything. She stared at him a moment longer but then dipped her head once more.
“But… princess… soon..?” He asked. “I don’t know if I can hold out…”
“Princess?” She’d told him not to call her that this time, she was in charge, that was for when he was in charge. He craned to look at her and the devious look on her face drove another spike of lust firmly into the base of his belly.
“Queen.” He breathed. “You’re my Queen, Harls. Please. Please.” She would have him beg before she did anything - he was sure - he’d done it to her so often after all. Maybe if he got started early… he groaned as she moved, cupping his face and kissing him deeply.
“Again.” She whispered straddling him.
“You’re a Queen,” he told her earnestly as she kissed him again, showering her with praise each time her lips lifted away from his… he meant each one too, not a single one said just for the sake of this game, not one.
❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞
Hey I’m Grump! || Still Accepting
“No! What kinda trashy bullshit is that Harv? Killin’ for money? You wanna get caught?” She looks at him incredulously. When it’s just for fun, when it’s got not discernible pattern - then they’re not going to get caught. At least, that’s what she tells herself… Plus he’s a cop so he’s gotta know how to cover this kinda stuff up, right?
But if someone pays him to do it - that’s someone to squeal on him. And her. And yeah - okay, the pay bump might be nice and all, but not if they go down for it.
“It’s a fuckin’ stupid idea Harv. How d'ya know he’s not undercover or somethin’?”
HARVLEY
Be still my shipper heart || Still Accepting
Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa Probably neither of them? Very rarely one of them, while talking to the other.
Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them Harley 100000%
Who starts the tickle fights Neither. Harvey is not ticklish, while Harleen is - so there’s no way in hell she’s going to lead the charge on a battle she can’t win. Harvey, while not above using underhand tactics to get his own way - has better, more effective and enjoyable ways of making her scream.
Who starts the pillow fights Harley. With exceptional gusto.
Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile Harv.
Who mistakes salt for sugar Harvey - Harley has this (slightly gross) habit of dipping her finger into salt / sugar and taste testing it first.
Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning Both of them - rarely does it disturb the other one
Who comes up with cheesy pickup lines Harvey & uses them genuinely. Harley tends to do things like this.
Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order Neither
Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies Harvey
Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion Harvey
Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen Harley (she draws rude things in his freckles)
Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation Harley - since she’s the one who goes away alone.
Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines Harley
Werewolf au hit me with the headcanons
AU headcanons x 5
Kay so.
Halloween - Harley makes Harvey go as a vampire, like. Every. Frigging. Year. He’d refuse but then she won’t go as little red riding hood and frankly, it’s worth it just for that.
Their, uh, monthly cycles ;) both link up - somehow, so they both spend the week approaching the full moon a little bit extra moody and snappy with each other. Eventually, they manage to stop and think about things for five fucking seconds - instead of teetering on the precipice of a breakup.
Them getting together actually takes a heck of a lot longer this time around. Harley’s family is there to disapprove very loudly at this man hanging around with their young daughter / granddaughter. But in the end it’s not like that can stop her doing what she damn well pleases.
Harvey’s never really been the alpha dog type - He’s always been more comfortable following, than leading. He can step up if asked, but he knows better than to kick that hornet’s nest unprompted. Which is why being with Harley is like ??? Woah. He’s never really been jealous before - like his confidence might take a knock if a girl turned him down, and maybe there’s been one or two women he considered out of his league and possibly left well alone. He’s always been certain once he’s got his girl - he’s turned her head that far around she’d never go looking elsewhere. But with Harley… It’s not like he doesn’t trust her, but, if a guy so much as breathes in her direction is gets his back up. He just feels the need to up his game and be extra af for her.
And at this point, you’re probably like - “Where’s the pain I was promised?? You said it made you so god damn satanically gleeful you got dizzy!” - Well. It was their first date - It had taken quite a long time for them both the get to the right place for it to happen and Harvey wanted to show her a good time, the kind of good time a real man could show a lady - and it had been going well. So good, that honestly, Harvey knew something had to fuck up. Just had to.
And of course, it did. Some scum bag - one part drug dealer, one part pimp - saw them. He’d off’d one of his girls but with no solid proof, no amount of intimidation from Harvey had been able to put him away. He had a grudge, and he had a gun. He shot Harvey, and the wolf took over. The guy scrambled - took off, and Harley, who’d been on Harvey’s arm as he went down… Well. Harv remembers it (it still gives him nightmares) - he. He - he hadn’t meant to, of course not. But he was in a lot of pain and he wanted blood and he was gonna tear that guys head off - Harley was just. She was just. Collateral damage as he transformed.
He didn’t bite her - Thank God - He didn’t bite her but she had four, long thin scars that cover her back from her right shoulder to her left hip - where he raked his claws through her clothes and destroyed the delicate flesh beneath. She’d have died (because he was not fully functional mentally, and had torn off after the man who’d shot him) had the gun shot not attracted attention and someone else had taken her to the hospital. It took him a full week to get the courage up to come and see her - and even then he’d had to do it, stinking drunk and at three am. He’d hoped to not disturb her - but he ended up crying (very manly crying of course. The kind of crying you do while making BBQ and drinking beer with your buddies, you know.) and waking her up. He thought she’d hate him. She told him she was only angry with him because he’d left her to die of boredom for the last week. He hated himself instead. He could see how much pain she was in - and no matter how much she seemed to forget about the incident - it’s always there, the scars a physical reminder for him every time she strips in front of him.
She has told him many times there’s nothing to forgive - it was just an accident - and that’s what haunts him; always. Because there could always be another accident, and she might not survive the next one.
"I have a problem, I have a serious problem."
Llama Llama Duck || Still Accepting
“Yeah… Well, admitting it’s the first step, Harv.” She told him gently, picking her way across his apartment, littered with empty bottles to where he sat on the sofa. “Ya wanna talk about it?”
[Text: Queen Harls] Get your glad rags on baby doll I'm takin you for dinner and dancin tonight. On me xx
[TEXT: ❤️ Bullock, Harvey] [Sent: 5:37pm] Yeah?? U actually gonna do some dancing Harv? This ain’t no private show - you get involved, ‘cause I’m not gonna be shaking this ass without you xxx
