Send Me   ‘ Mistletoe ’   for My Muse’s Response To Being Underneath Mistletoe With Your Muse. 

OPEN. | @storieswrittcn​ —  [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other from peter p/arker!

“How in the hell did you even manage T’GET this far out here ? Hold STILL ! Yer gonna make me mess this up and I’m just gonna laugh at you, y’know ?”

She doesn’t mean it -- MOSTLY -- but slender fingers hold steady as she holds the skin together in order to push the needle through it. The pot of hot water sat cooling from where she sanitized the needle, she’d be using the warmed water later to clean him up. She just feel’s bad that she doesn’t have any painkillers. She’d have to go nick some in the morning, but for now she offers up her bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey. No, Spider-Man most certainly did NOT interrupt her bout of depressive drinking to try and drown the loneliness. She was simply celebrating another day of successfully beating the shit out of her abusive ex, who currently is suffering three broken ribs, a busted lip, TWO black eyes and she tried to dislocate his knee but her bat may have missed. Eh, she could be clumsy sometimes. 

What she didn’t expect was an old work buddy of hers from New York to suddenly pop up on her fire escape, big gash on his back and having to help lift his heavy ass onto her ratty old couch. She has him braced against one arm rest, bangs held back with a red headband and eyes focused on sewing him closed before her cleaned flesh could get any more infected. She finishes up the last touches with a satisfied hum, cutting the thread and proceeding to dress the five inch wound. She’d definitely need to stock up on supplies again, especially for him. The wound was pretty deep; she wonders if she can threaten a doctor for painkiller’s as well as antibiotics ? Couldn’t hurt to try !

“There ! All done, now to clean ya up ! I’d give you a lollipop but I ate the last one. Oh ! No wait, here y’go !”

Did the cherry pop come from between her couch cushions ? Yes, but she doesn’t disclose that.

YO, THEY PUT A.LIAS ON PR.IME AND I AM LIVING I GREW UP ON THIS SHOW AKDJDKSM

WADE​.

“  yes. i killed them— but i did it for you.  ” / for wadey pie !

Hands move to his mouth in an overdramatic drawn out gasp at her words. Killed someone? For him? “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!” Wade exclaims, dropping his hands to his side. Underneath his mask, he is smiling, even if she can not see it. “What did you do to them? How’d you kill them? C’mon, I need more details!”

She was hesitant to tell him, afraid he’d SCOLD her and read her the riot act for murdering an asshole. But then ? Then he’s gasping and practically MELTING her heart with his sweet reaction ! Oh, she couldn’t be happier ! A high giggle that edges on manic slips past smeared ruby lips, bloodied hands clasping together behind her back as she skipped a few steps closer to this Deadpool, short pigtails bouncing with her movement and smile wide on her pale face.

“Aw doll you don’t have t’ask twice ! As if I’d just let some random ass guy finish BREAKIN’ into your place ‘n do GOD knows what ! It’s really just common courtesy to sink a knife in ‘im. By the way sorry for the stains on your carpet. I’ll pay for it, mmm someday. Anyway, he told me he was lookin’ for you. That you owed penance, blah, blah, blah. That borin’ shit, so I threatened t’cut out his tongue if he didn’t GET ON WITH IT --”  

During her recount, Harley had circled Deadpool’s taller form with an excitable grin and curious eyes, then making her way over to a beat up couch he owned, plopping down comfortably while flinging a severed TONGUE at his feet, the flesh landing wetly and she gives a short cackle, shimmying in her spot to get more comfortable before she lays down without a second thought.

“-- Long story short, you killed some of his gang, I killed HIM and YOU have a very interestin’ job than I thought mistah Deadpool !”

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

Harl’s here can now be found at @prosewrote​ ! Some threads have been transferred there, other than that feel free to bug her there or send things that way !!!

harley quinn knows who all the bats are but never says anything bc she just rlly likes them. like, batman can be a bit of a bore, he’s a bit too serious for harley’s taste, but his kids? gosh, harley loves his kids. 

sometimes she commits crimes just bc she’s bored and she knows the mini bats are on patrol. i mean, she will straight up rob a bank just so she can chat w red robin for a bit. she always asks about superboy. he always asks about ivy. sometimes he fills her in on the latest teen titans gossip. 

harley likes red hood too. he’s funny and more violent than the other bats, which makes things interesting. one time they beat up joker together just cuz. they broke a few bones. it was fun.

she has a soft spot for nightwing too. how can she not? she’s known him since he was a chubby cheeked crime fighting baby with no pants. he’s basically her child.

and it’s always fun when she runs into the girls. batgirl is a riot. she’s the one who told harley that batman doesn’t know how to cook and can barely do his own laundry. black bat doesn’t talk much, but she listens to harley and laughs at her jokes.

harley thinks robin is precious in a violent murder-y sort of way. she likes to pinch his cheeks, which usually results in robin reaching for his katana and harley darting away. one time she booped him on the nose and he threatened to maim her. it was adorable.

sometimes, when signal is out on patrol, he’ll stop by harley’s apartment to hang for a bit. they sit together and eat snacks and signal tells harley about the chaos that is wayne manor. he doesn’t use codenames. he knows she knows their identities – he and harley are pretty sure that he and maaayybe red robin are the only ones who know she knows. they have a betting pool on when batman will finally realize harley knows he’s bruce wayne.

musingsource :

suggestive starters meme ( nsfw )

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

is that a challenge?