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”want a pretty femme under me while i squeeze her neck and rut into her with my biggest strap” THE HARLEY QUINN COMMENT. i’m gone. No because she would want the biggest strap too UHDHSHH elaborate pls id love to hear that for research 😁😁

🥀A/n: im going to platonically kiss u through the screen for putting this in my inbox i literally need to elaborate AURGH SHES SOOOO

🥀(based off this post)

🥀Cw: smut, fem!reader, wlw smut, strap, soorta size kink, bratty sub!Harley

🥀men and minors dni

now, Harley is very intelligent, but you can't tell me Harley wouldn't be soooo bratty- just for funsies! like she would try her best to piss you off, make you jealous, tease you and act all ditzy and airheaded when questioned about it all in the hopes of getting fucked stupid- and it works!!

she's sobbing as your silicone dick splits her in half, pawing at your tits and toying with your nipples while you fuck her until she's babbling- she's loud too, all whiny and pissed about how your going too slow, not fucking her hard enough, and the only way to shut her up is a firm hand around her throat- and oh does she love it

i just know Harley would drag one of your hands (that were placed so firmly on her hips just moments prior) up towards her neck, begging you with wide eyes to squeeze

"are you sure?" "toots, if you don't fuck me right now i swear-"

she loves being gagged, manhandled, slapped and fucked silly. her fave position is mating press, solely so she can simultaneously watch your tits jiggle and your cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy!

i also think she's partial to doggy style, Harley has a nice ass and she knows it. loves when your forcing her to arch her back, her ass rippling with every thrust as she drools into the sheets, your strap so deep inside her she's seeing stars

size is definitely a factor for Harley- not only does she want your biggest strap, she would want your weirdest and kinkiest strap too. she would buy one of those ridiculous monster cocks, tentacles, veins, ridges, the whole nine yards, and would beg you to fuck her with it

"o-oh! ffuck me harder, can y-you? please-" Harley babbles, holding up her legs with ease as you fuck her cunt with your strap. the sloppy thwap! of her pussy squelching around your silicone dick fills the room, only fueling your lust.

you tighten your grip on her neck, watching the nasty grin on her face widen as she struggles to breathe. you both know she's aching to be marked, covered, and painted in bruises from your rough treatment, and your happy to oblige. tears stream down her face from the addicting mixture of pain and pleasure as her mind grows foggy from her nearing orgasm.

your free hand trails down towards her clit, pressing down hard on her aching pearl. Harley's eyes roll back into her head as she squeals your name, makeup all smudged from crying. the tightening in her abdomen is almost unbearable, she's so so close-

your pace slows, and your grip on her neck loosens enough for her to take a few deep breaths. she lets out an indignant whine, trying to rock harder against your strap, but you keep to your slower pace. it's not enough to push her to the edge, but not too little for her orgasm to fade entirely.

"how many times have you cum tonight, honey?" your words are sickeningly sweet, but she knows that this is a test.

"ssssix..?" Harley slurs, looking up at your face and giving a dopey smile. "your so prettyy, 'need you s'bad, i wanna cum," she pleads, rolling her hips against yours.

you chuckle, leaning down to kiss her before speeding up your pace, rewarding her for her correct answer.

"good job, baby, you did so good f'me. you can cum again, now, how many times will that be?"

"s-seven- ffuck-"

"oh, good girl-" you speed up even more, circling her clit with precision. Harley's thighs clench as the cord in her stomach draws taught, and then snaps. her sobs and moans fill the room as her orgasm ripples throughout her entire body. she screams your name like a prayer, pussy drooling all over your strap as she squirts, covering your lower half in her slick.

as she begins to come down from her high, you coo softly, waiting for her to come back to the present. you know she gets lost in subspace more often than not, and needs a few minutes to recover. in that time, you slide out gently, admiring the slick and cum coating your strap.

"you okay, baby?" you whisper, and Harley nods.

"mhm. c'mere, i wanna cuddle," Harley pouts as you shake your head, removing your harness and standing up. "we should clean up first, you made a bit of a mess," you tease, and Harley whines, but obliges. you lean in to press a kiss to her forehead.

"i love you, y'know that?"

"yeah, yeah, toots, i love ya too. now let's get a bath running, i feel a little.. sticky- bleh".

sorry this is lowkey short n the ending is horrendous im fighting for my life trying to characterize her ♥️ i love you harley quinn you deserve the world but you'll have to accept my mid fanfics instead 😔

Totally a Tie

One-Shot: Can I have a Harley Quinn One-Shot when we wreak havoc on Gotham City? Announcements: Sorry if it’s a little short but I still hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Violence and explosions. General chaos

Screams and gunfire echoed through the night. You were panting heavily, not with fear, but with excitement. Harley cackled beside you as she shot out a window, watching the glass fall down like razor sharp snow. She looked over at you and smiled, you smiled back. The plan was simple, have as much fun and cause as much chaos as possible before Bat and Brats showed up.

Harley grabbed your hand and ducked inside a building, “Ooh,” you said, “Where we goin’ now?”

She looked back, “To the rooftop, to see our masterpiece, puddin’.”

And what a masterpiece it was. Shattered glass littered the streets, fire danced freely throughout the buildings of Gotham, the screams of terror sounded like music without rhythm or rhyme. You closed your eyes and listened. You heard Harley ‘Ooh-ing’ and 'Ahh-ing’ and the work the two of you had done that night.

You nudged her shoulder to get her attention, “I bet I can throw a grenade farther than you can.”

She grabbed one from off her belt with a competitive glint in her eyes, “Bring it on!”

You grabbed one as well, “Together?”

Harley rolled her shoulders, getting warmed up, “On three, puddin’.”

You pulled the pins, “One… Two… Three!”

You chucked it out as hard as you could and grabbed Harley’s hand, waiting for the familiar boom.

They went off at the exact same time, one creating a crater in a roof and the other toppling a billboard. The two of you laughed and whooped at the intoxicating sight of the destruction you had just caused.

“Well,” you said, “I think it was a tie.”

“You’re just sayin’ that cause you lost.”

“Nooope. A tie. This was a tie through and through.”

She chuckled, “Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

The two of you sat for another moment, again taking time to admire your destructive masterpiece. You sighed and grabbed Harley’s hand this time.

“What do you want to do next?”

“Hmm,” she thought, “How about a movie?”

“Sounds fun! We can even get candy and a soda, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Me too! Wreakin’ havoc sure does work up an appetite.”

The two of you laughed and made your way off the roof and back onto the burning street.

All throughout the movie, you still told yourself it was a tie.

Nice Shirt

DONE One-Shots: Can I have a Harley Quinn one shot when I first meet her Announcements: Hey guys! Finals are kicking my butt and so are play rehearsals. I’m very sorry for not updating as much as I should. This One-shot is a little darker but I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Attempted assault and a fight scene.

A cold wind rushed past you, causing you to shiver and pull your small coat around you even tighter. With a sigh you went down the path between two buildings that would eventually lead to your home. You were just about to stop and tie you shoe when you heard chuckling behind you. Calmly, you turned around, trying to asses whether you were in danger or not. You silently cursed yourself for taking such a secluded route home and quickened your pace when you saw a small group of people behind you.

You were almost out of the alley when another small group of people appeared before you. Your eyes went wide and you whipped your head around again, seeing that the group behind you was looking as malicious as the one in front of you.

Uh oh.

You turned yourself so that you were able to see both of the groups at once as they converged on your position, completely surrounding you. Your breath quickened along with your pulse. For a moment, everything was so quiet you thought that you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

Then, someone stepped in front of you, looking like the head of the group, and whipped out a knife, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here at this time o’ night?”

You tried to not look them in the eyes, “Please,” you squeaked, “I don’t want any trouble.”

The leader chuckled, “Trouble?” He waved his knife around, gesturing to the rest of the group, “We ain’t want any trouble either, just want to have some fun.”

He got closer to you, causing you to back up into a wall. Putting his hand on the wall near your head, he leaned in so close you could smell his breath. You almost gagged at the rancid smell that came off of him.

“But,” he said, now waving the sharp looking knife close to your eye, “We can’t have fun if you scream.”

Feeling tears picking at the edges of your eyes, you closed them and waited for the worst. But then, you heard him grunt with surprise and… Pain? You opened your eyes slowly and saw that the leader was on the ground and groaning in pain.

Whipping your head up you saw that the others of the group were converging on another spot. Woah, is that Batman? You thought to yourself. Shaking your head you looked around the alley for something that might be used at a weapon and quickly found some bottles on the ground.

Picking one of them up, you ran over to the quickly dwindling group of punks and saw that it wasn’t Batman that was kicking but, but a woman in a red and white checkered suit and blonde hair.

Harley Quinn, you thought with some shock and maybe a bit of fear. You almost dropped your bottle and ran out of the alley just to get away from the villainess, but you noticed a figure stalking up behind her fighting form. You groaned inwardly a bit as you ran up and swung the bottle with all of your might at the attackers head. It connected with a satisfying crack and he, along with shards of glass, fell to the ground in a painful heap. You gave a satisfied smile and looked up… Right at the smiling face of none other then Harley Quinn herself.

“Heh!” She chuckled, “Nice one! Thanks for the save.”

You stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say, and then, “Uh, no, no. Thank you so much. You’re the one that saved me! That was pretty cool.”

“No problem suger, just don’t go wandering down no more dark alleys! Yo never know what kinds of creeps live in the dark.”

You were about to say something else when alarms started going off in the building next to you.

She looked over and then back at you quickly, “Well, that my que! Later tater!”

She ran down the other direction in a hurry, but she paused at the end, “Nice shirt by the way!”

You kept staring down the alley in shock before you came to your senses and quickly yelled back, “Thank you!”

You dusted yourself of and threw the broken bottle into the garbage can next to you and left before the cops showed up and kept you out even longer.

Wow, saved by a villain as they were running away from the police. Batman has nothing on Harley Quinn!