A.

“Some may never
live, but the
C R A Z Y
never die.”

Independent
& selective
Harley Quinn
of David Ayer's
Suicide Squad

portrayal is DCEU only && may be CANON DIVERGENT.

Blog features MATURE CONTENT
&& is not suitable for minors. or anyone, really.


#diiscordia
est. august 2016
written by zoë
(female, 28, usa, est)
plotting / threads

Puddin’.

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“Tryin’ to say somethin’ Honey?”

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          “I feel like grabbin’ ya dick speaks for itself.” She could feel him through the fabric of his pants, not at all immune to her attentions, and it brought a grin to the clown queen’s face. There was still the chance that he’d pull her hand away from him, insist that she behave herself better. But Harley didn’t want to behave herself. She wanted to distract Puddin’, to make it impossible for him to get a thing done (aside from her). A soft, low hum as she licked her lips and looked down to watch her hand slide over him. The sound bordered on a growl.

         What if she were to just undo his belt? Would he stop her? Would he hold her hands back when she tried to unzip his pants? Would he tell her not to pull him out, hard and ready for her? It was nearly impossible to tell with Puddin’. There was about a fifty eight percent chance he’d ignore her (until either she gave up or he couldn’t ignore her anymore). But there was always that forty two percent chance that he’d bend her over the nearest piece of furniture, and those were odds she couldn’t ignore. When it came to Puddin’, the urge to roll the dice was irresistible. She gave him a soft squeeze and smiled, glancing up to see the look on his face. She loved how difficult he was to read. “If ya don’t want me sayin’ anything, maybe you should put ya dick in my mouth.”