Ever since you started living in the Manor with him, this was a routine for the both of you. He would leave for the night and come back when the sun was rising— sometimes earlier than that if you were lucky. This time, he came back later than usual. Maybe that was why you couldn’t sleep? You were not sure but it still bugged you that he wasn’t with you, hugging you in his strong arms and face dove right in your chest…

You could only realize he came back when he opened and slammed the door back with such great force that it echoed in the corridors of the Manor. You were standing right next to the bed when he saw you. He froze right there, obviously not expecting you to be awake.

The sheet in your hand dropped back to the bed as you slowly made your way to him. For some reason, you were scared that he would get angry because something happened while patrolling. He looked… pissed.

You wanted it to be gone.

Before you could get to him, he paved the way with two steps. His hair was wet. He probably showered in the cave to clean himself off of Gotham’s streets.

You gasped when he pulled you to himself by your waist. He was unclothed, you were only in your nightdress. You could feel the tension sprawling out of his body. His hand on your waist travelled down your hips and grasped a fistful of your ass alongside with the fabric of your dress. You had no time to even hiss as he grabbed your hair and pulled you into a devastating kiss.

He was fast, at least faster than normal, with his kiss. He devoured you with his mouth. His breath slammed against your lips. When you couldn’t catch up with his lips, he angled your head and helped you out with his speed— but this time you moaned loudly against his mouth when his hand on your ass squeezed and rolled up the fabric of your nightdress.

“Bruce,” You tried to push him away to take a glance at him but he didn’t budge. You were so close that you could feel him swallowing.

“I need you,” he left open mouthed kisses on your lips right before traveling down. “I need to fuck you.”

Before you could say anything he made you turn around. You could feel his erection on your ass. Your back made contact with his chest. His hands were steady on your hips. His lips were soft as they touched your neck. He licked your skin before speaking again, “No underwear?”

For a time, you couldn’t even tell if it was a question or not, so you decided to answer anyway. “I… I was thinking about you.” You looked down at the floor and his eyes followed your stare only to land on the discarded panties. A smile of his perched on your neck. He was getting even harder.

You gasped loudly when his two fingers made contact with your clit before you could even know what happened. “And so wet… all this for me?”

“Who else, Mr. Wayne?”

He grunted an answer before pulling you into a bruising kiss. Your neck started to hurt from the position you forced yourself into. He must have realized your discomfort since he repositioned himself to give you a better stance.

Down there, his fingers were working wonders. He was circling your clit with his thumb, making you even more wet. You mumbled against his lips when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He pushed a finger in without giving you a moment to breathe. Your legs trembled with joy as tears formed in your eyes.

But this joy was shortly cut when he pulled his fingers out and away from you— as well as his mouth was pulled away from your lips. Bruce didn’t wait a second before pushing his fingers into your already opened mouth. He grunted next to your ear when you closed your lips around his fingers. And finally you could elicit a loud moan from him by touching his hard dick.

Your hand stroked him up and down. Feeling the way he squeezed his abs on your back, you couldn’t help but sigh with the thought of him being inside you, making a moaning mess and him being as loud as you.

It was a dream that could easily be achieved.

Bruce’s free hand slipped the strap of your nightdress down. His eyes met yours in the mirror of your vanity as he kept pushing it down. He twitched in your hands with the feeling of your tongue circling around his fingers in your mouth. You saw him close his eyes for a few second through the mirror. When he opened them back, his eyes fell on the view of your breats. He gently tocuhed the swell of your breasts, fingers brushed over your nipple. His gentleness vanished away when he squeezed you in his palm, making you yelp one more time.

He finally slipped his fingers out of your mouth. Spit followed his tracks as he went down and down until he reached your pussy one more time. “My pretty woman,” he whispered to your ear. “So wet and ready for me… As always.”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in their beds. God, the things he could make you feel with only his words…

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending yourself over to the vanity, you teased your entrance with his hard cock. You heard Bruce curse, his filthy mouth was on your neck as he breathed deeply. “Bruce, please… Please.” Your pleas kept slipping out of your mouth. He gently pushed your hand on his cock and held himself against you. He pushed your gown a little bit down, making it pool around your waist. After he gave your tits one last squeeze, he pushed your body over the vanity, having you completely lean on it. You watched your perfume bottles falling to the ground but neither of you couldn’t care any less.

You could see Bruce from the corner of your eyes, you could see everything he was doing, but nothing could prepare you to the sudden feeling of his cock entering your cunt in a swift move. You almost screamed as you were pushed forward by his hips hitting yours. Bruce let out a groan alongside with a loud “Fuck” meanwhile you were getting accustomed to the fullness inside you.

He hit such places that made your eyes roll back. Your mouth was agape. You thought it would be the peak and then you’d get used to his cock being inside you— but when his hips started beating yours in a harsh speed you’ve never had before, your moans filled the room. You heard the slapping of your hips even through your moans and his gruntings. He hit the places you never knew existed.

“Bruce…” You whined into nothing. Your hands tried to grab something but couldn’t find something suitable. Even though you had found something, you wouldn’t be able to grab it because as soon as Bruce realized how desperate you were, he caught both your arms and pulled them behind you, locking your hands together in his grasp.

His other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and helped your head up, showing you your reflection in the mirror, and him behind you. “See how pretty you look when I’m inside you,” He pulled himself out, only leaving the tip inside, then pushed again. You saw the woman in the mirror gasp and laugh at the same time. Must have been the pleasure you were gettting… “You take me so well, love. Just for my cock to fill.” His hand grapsed your chin this time. You saw his smirk in the mirror. He was having so much fun. His moans arrived at your ears when you squeezed around him. “Cum on my cock, angel, I can feel you.”

You could feel him, too. He was close, so close, but was waiting for you to finish first. This was something Bruce had, it was like an obession with him. He had to make sure you were having your pleasure. His pleasure was such a small thing next to yours.

“Bru— I’m so fuckin’ close.”

It was like fuel for him to hear your words. After giving your cheek a good caress, he places his hand on your hips. Now, as he was pounding into you, he was also pulling you towards himself, doubling your pleasure. The fact that your hands were held behind you, away from being able to touch your aching clit was making you go even madder. Before you could close your eyes with the building knot inside you, you felt his hand slap against your ass. “No, watch yourself. I want you… to see…” You realized he was holding himself. He was so close. “What I love seeing.”

So you watched yourself come undone. It wasn’t like you could focus on your face as he pounded into you, making you see stars, but you didn’t avert your eyes from the sight in the mirror as you came on his cock. You felt something wet going down your chin, but you didn’t care. He slammed his hips one more time and stayed rooted deep inside you. You felt his cum hit your walls. His graps in your hands got loose and eventually he let your hands fall. You placed them on the wood surface of the vanity. Bruce leaned over your body until his chest was resting on your back. He left small kisses on your shoulder as he took deep breaths.

You still could feel him twitch inside you, but as seconds passed, he was getting softer. He slowly pulled himself out of you and you whined into the void with the sudden emptiness. His seed was leaking through your cunt and flowing down your tighs. Bruce caught them before they could stain the carpet, and pushed right back in.

“Bruce…” You warned him. Everything was so sensitive.

Bruce laughed and pulled you both to stand up. Your legs were shaking, he knew that, so he had you lean into him. His arms wrapped around your body, completely cooconing you. “You were so good.” He whispered against your skin.

“I see your mood is up.”

“Thanks to you.” He grabbed your legs and picked you up, making his way to the bathroom.

Your arms hugged around his neck and did not move an inch while he was cleaning you up. His touch was so feather like that you barely felt him there. Your eyes were nearly closed, sleep was haunting over you, but you found the strenght in yourself to kiss his cheek. You felt something slick on your skin once again and this time you checked what it was.

“Ugh, disgusting.” You murmured and he raised an eyebrow. “I can’t believe you had me drooling.”

A cocky smirk was placed on his face. He wiped your chin with the back of his hand. “Sweetheart, we do worse than drools. If you think that is disgusting—”

“Oh, shut up.” You slapped his naked chest. You placed your head on his shoulder as he kept cleaning your body with a wet towel. You were sitting on his legs and it was the most comfortable place ever. “What happened tonight? What got you so mad?”

You run your hands through his hair, messing it up a little as you lean it to kiss his forehead, eyes and cheeks. He gets all red until the ears because of that and giggles, waiting for your explanation. 

“I’m asking you if you’d let me eat you out,” you tell him without stuttering. 

Tim freezes for a second, he glances away biting his lip, trying to figure out if he heard you right. He lets out a little nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You… you don’t have to,” he says, clearly nervous. “I mean, if you’re just being nice or whatever.”

You shake your head, resting your arms on his shoulders. “Tim, I’m not just saying it. I really want to.” You reach up and cup his face gently, turning him back toward you so he can see how serious you are. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot more than you think.”

He still looks a little unsure, shy awkwardness making him even cuter. His hands fidget with the hem of his shirt. “You don’t have to force yourself or anything. I’m fine if we do other stuff.”

You smile wider and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, then trail your lips down to his jaw. “I’m not forcing anything. I love making you feel good. Please? Let me show you how much I want it.”

Tim swallows hard, his breath catching. You can see the exact moment he believes you, because his shoulders relax a little and his eyes get his soft and needy look. “Okay,” he whispers, voice shaky. “Yeah... if you really want to.”

You don’t waste time, you guide him back against the pillows, kissing him slow and deep while your hands slide under his waistband. He lifts his hips to help you pull his pants and underwear down, and you settle between his legs, pressing soft kisses along his inner thighs. He’s already wet, and the sight makes heat pool low in your stomach.

“You’re so handsome like this,” you whisper against his skin, looking up at him. His face is flushed, one arm thrown over his eyes like he’s still a little embarrassed. You gently move his arm away. “Look at me,” you say softly, glancing up. “I want you watching while I do this.”

He meets your eyes, flushed and breathing fast. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” you murmur, pressing a kiss right above his clit. “I can’t wait anymore. You smell so good already.”

Then you lean in and drag your tongue flat up his folds in one long stroke. Tim gasps sharply, hips twitching. “Oh shit! That feels…”

You hum happily against him, the taste warm and sweet and so him. “Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined. So fucking sweet.” You lick again, slower this time, circling his clit with the tip of your tongue. “Tell me how it feels, baby. I want to hear you.”

He moans low, fingers threading into your hair. “I-It’s... intense. Your tongue is so hah warm. Don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t,” you say between licks, sucking gently on his clit before pulling back just enough to talk. “I could stay here for hours.” You press your tongue inside him, fucking him with it slow and deep and he arches with a broken sound.

“F-Fuck, yes! There r-right there, baby!” he pants, thighs starting to tremble around your head.

You dive back in, licking and sucking with more pressure, moaning against him so he feels the vibrations. You’re getting wetter and wetter every time, you really want to get up and press your pussies together so you could fuck him crazy, but you stop yourself because baby steps. You keep going, faster, hungrier, telling him between breaths how much you love it, how you could do this forever. His fingers tighten in your hair, body tensing as he gets close.

“I'm... I’m gonna…” he gasps, voice cracking.

“Come for me,” you urge, sucking his clit hard while your tongue flicks fast. “Let me taste it all.”

He cries out your name as he comes, thighs clamping around your head, hips jerking while you keep licking him through every wave. You don’t stop until he’s shaking and whimpering softly, oversensitive but still grinding weakly against you.

Finally you crawl up his body, kissing his stomach, his chest, his scars and his lips so he can taste himself on you. Tim pulls you tight against him, breathing hard, face buried in your neck. “You’re too good at this shit.”

You laugh, the sound vibrating between your bodies. “Did it feel good?”

Tim breathes out, huffing a laugh and nods. “Yeah, really fucking good. We can definitely repeat this.”

You kiss his cheek with a giggle and lift your head so you can look him in the eyes. “Want to have a bath together?”

“Ohhh, yes please! I’m so sweaty right now and it’s your fault.”

a/n: it's been a long time since i don't write for tim omg!!

He had realised that he was officially sick.

He didn’t let that stop him though, it was only two in the afternoon and he had work to do. Crime to solve. Lives to save. He only washed his face again and went back to his desk, setting down and grabbing a pen to make notes.

An hour or so later, the door to his apartment opened up and his girlfriend strolled in with a bashful smile on her face. But when she took in the sight in front of her, her smile disappeared and got replaced with confusion.

“Dick?” You called out softly, walking over to his desk where his head was resting and his eyes were closed.

He never took a nap. He was fine with his four hours, he literally aways refused a nap so when you found him in this state, you were not only confused but also worried.

You touched the back of your hand to his forehead, pushing the sweaty hair back to feel his temperature and sure enough he was burning up.

“Hey baby?” You cooed, gently brushing your fingers over his face in an attempt to wake him up.

“Huh,” Dick shot up, knocking your hand over and frantically looked around. “Oh, hi,” he greeted you with a sweet yet painful smile that had your heart softening and tugged you closer so you could stand between his legs.

“Hi,” you smiled back. “You’re burning up love,” you informed him, raking your fingers through his hair.

“M’fine,” he mumbled with a sleepy smile and pressed a kiss to your tummy.

“No you’re not, please get in bed I’ll make you some soup.”

“I’m really okay sweetheart I promise,” he reassured you but the string of sneezes that followed betrayed him. “I’ve had worse, way worse, a cold won’t kill me.”

“Dick,” you scolded lightly. “Please at least take a nap.”

“I don’t take naps,” he scoffed like the mere idea of letting his body rest for a bit offended him.

“That’s why I found you passed out on your desk,” you chided.

“I’m okay. I have to crack this case I’ve been racking my brain for hours,” he said, grabbing his pen again to go back to his notes.

“You’re no good if your brain gets foggy and your body gives out,” you sighed and grabbed the pen out of his hand. “Come on just get into bed.”

“Mhmmm,” he mumbled something unintelligible and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

“Dick,” you coaxed, pulling him out of the desk chair and into the bedroom. “Just lie down okay?”

“Okay that doesn’t sound so bad,” he breathed out and let you drag him to bed.

That’s how you knew he was really sick because Dick Grayson refused to rest even when he had a day off. Even on weekends when you took your occasional naps, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and sat down next to you in bed reading case files while giving your sleepy state occasional glances.

You sat him down on the edge of the bed and opened the bedside table drawer to grab the thermometer.

“Open up,” you said to Dick whose eyes were getting droopier by the second.

He opened his mouth and let you put the thermometer in before letting his head rest on your tummy as he let out quick short breaths and let his arms grasp your thighs with whatever energy he had left.

“You need to listen to your body boy wonder, this isn’t healthy,” you murmured with a frown and began running your fingers through his hair, making him let out little hums of comfort.

The thermometer beeped a couple seconds later and he took it out of his mouth before handing it to you. The little screen read ‘102’ which made you sigh.

“You’ve got a 102 fever and you were gonna fight it with coffee, hm?” You asked, looking down at his shiny eyes.

“I still insist I’m fine,” he murmured and let a sleepy and tired smile take over his face.

“I’ll get you some soup okay?” You checked before untangling yourself from him but he only tightened his grip and whined, gluing you in place.

“Stay,” Dick whispered.

“I’ll be back baby, let me take care of you,” you smiled and gently pushed him back on the bed, covering his body with a comforter.

“Don’t take too long,” he said with a pout, earning a chuckle and a kiss on the forehead from you.

Within twenty minutes, you were returning to the bedroom with a bowl of chicken noodle soup that you helped Dick eat before he laid back down. You took the empty dishes back to the kitchen despite his protests and grabbed a paracetamol and a cough syrup from the bathroom.

You handed him the pill and a glass of water and he quickly obliged, downing it without a peep. Maybe he wanted to heal as quickly as possible so he could go back to neglecting his body again or maybe the look in your eyes told him you were not about to take his shit. Either way, you were glad he had taken the medicine.

But when his eyes landed on the cough syrup in a little measuring cup on the side table, his eyes widened.

Because Dick Grayson, Nightwing, an adult man and a vigilante who had gotten drugged by poison ivy multiple times, who got shot at every night, who had broken every bone in his body, who had almost died on multiple occasions, who you had seen down neat tequila shots, hated taking cough syrups.

“Dick,” you warned.

“I don’t even have a cough,” he defended.

“It’s for precautionary reasons,” you insisted and brought the cup to his lips but he turned his face to the side and folded his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be a baby,” you groaned and tried making him take the medicine again.

“No!” He exclaimed.

“You’re a grown man!” You yelled back and got on top of him, straddling his torso over the blanket, making his eyes widen and his lips part.

You grabbed his face but he brought his arms up and held both of your hands in a tight grip, keeping them away from his face. You rolled your eyes and gave him a tickle on the side of his stomach where you could reach and the second his grip loosened on your forearms, you pinned his hands under your knees.

“You’re drugging me! It will make me loopy and I’ll be asleep for hours I have to go on patrol tonight,” he protested.

Little did he know that’s exactly why you wanted him to take the syrup so he could sleep for an hour or two.

“Too fucking bad,” you said and grabbed his chin between your fingers and thumb, puckering his lips so you could pour the syrup in his mouth.

Which resulted in Dick letting out a coughing fit after he swallowed the cherry flavoured syrup and glared at you with betrayal in his eyes.

“You’re cruel,” he huffed.

“Whatever,” you said with a victorious smile. “Go to sleep.”

“Come lie with me,” he murmured in a voice so soft you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

You obliged –flu germs be damned– and the second you laid down next to him, he clung to your body, resting his drowsy and sweaty head in your chest while his arms gripped your waist. You brought your hands in his hair, gently scratching and massaging to help him relax under your soft touch.

A few moments later, you felt his breathing get softer and slower and his arms loosening their death grip around you. You kissed the top of his head and brushed his hair back that was stuck to his forehead and gazed at his resting face.

He looked so childlike and small like this that you wondered when was the last time he had someone take care of him when he got sick. When was the last time someone he had someone take care of him period. He was feeling clingier than usual –which was not something you were complaining about, despite the risk of you getting sick.

His nose was a deep red colour, the same blush dusted his cheeks while the rest of his body looked pale. His eyes were half open and not in the way he deliberately made them look when he wanted to be in between your thighs and was trying to seduce you, but with the weight of his body finally giving out and begging to rest. They drooped so low and shone bright with heat his body was radiating, you could only see little slits of his blue irises.

“Good night boy wonder,” you murmured and planted another kiss to his head before closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.

men will walk into ongoing traffic and still be fine but a fever kills them.

Talia loves giving gifts. She doesn’t need a reason for that. Valentines Day? Already got a gift. Anniversaries? Done. A very normal morning where you wake up next to her? You are woken up with a gift.

And she is so clever and creative with them, too. It’s like she knows you so well. She never runs out of ideas for presents.

Another way she shows her love for you— her beloved is her hugs.

In my opinion, Talia likes giving hugs and receiving them, too.

She finds hugs as comforting. She loves holding the body of her loved ones close to herself. She feels like she can keep them safe forever. It applies to you, also.

Every morning, expect a huge hug from her.

Also, I believe her embraces would be warm.

Since she is such a fashion icon and loves dressing in pretty clothes and dresses, another way of showing love would be shopping together.

She loves taking you out to shopping. She loves seeing you try new dresses and make her comment on each one.

And trust her comments because she won’t just say “pretty” and leave it— she will make actual criticism.

About the dress, about how it fits you, the color, the style… Everything possible. You can trust her judgement.

And of course, she doesn’t let you pay. It’s not because she thinks you are poor or cannot buy anything— it’s because she wants to. It’s just a small jest of hers.

She loves decorating her room to her liking, but when she has a lover, she wants her room to be to their liking, too.

So, she loves decorating together. Beautiful flowers, ivies, various teapots and candles…

Since I mentioned candles, I think she would think candles are such romantic accessories and would have them lit every night.

And they would be scented candles!

Also, I think she would love to play games together, such as chess.

Sometimes she would let you win to make you happy.

And another thing is bubble baths. She would love being in a bubble bath together. Kissing and drinking wine together while sitting in a bathtub full of bubbles and hot water…

And lastly!!! I think she would love braiding your hair. Or combing your hair. Or just playing with your hair… Anything that makes you relax into her arms.

for example in no man’s land storyline she has pale skin and white features and she helps bruce in this one:

when i first saw her i didnt think she was talia lmao. and i always can guess even from her shadow.

another example is talia in tom king’s run. talia appears in these issues and starts a fight with selina— which is a ridiculous plot to mention.

and as you can see she is depicted as a brown skinned woman— in a story where she is told as evil and jealous ex.

in her first appearances, she was also depicted as pale and she was a much more different character than she is now. she was passionate, brave, loyal, loving and caring and she was not afraid to cry in front of people. she was so well with her emotions. and she was such a colorful person.

in shadow war, she was depicted as a brown skinned woman and she was neither good or weirdly evil. she was morally ambiguous mostly. i liked this depiction of her more, esp when we consider how her depiction have been since 2000s

in one of my favorite talia stories, batman chronicles #8, she was depicted as pale skinned and personally i have no problem with that. she is an arab chinese woman and both arabs and chinese people can be pale and dark skinned. this “color skin range” is not just one stereotypical thing. in a lot of regions throughout the world, it changes.

and another example is gotham city sirens (16-19 ? not sure) in the cover she has paler skin but in the story itself she is brown and eventually (spoilers) we learn that she had evil intentions.

so personally, it might not be my place to talk about this since i am neither arab or chinese let alone being an arab chinese woman, i dont have any problem when she is depicted as pale or dark skinned; the problem is her being “evil” while she is brown skinned and “good” when she is pale skinned. for me, her skin color shouldnt keep changing according to the stories because imo that’s racist af. i hate it when writers decide her skin color according to her intentions.

“Don’t start.” You huffed, burying your face in the pillow briefly as you grumbled. “It’s been a week and nine days. You know how much I hate sleeping without you.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Oracle slipped away and it was just Babs, warm and velvety like home. “I keep reaching over for you at night,” she whispered. “Keep thinking about you. The way you kiss me… how your eyes get so teary when you need me.”

You bit your lip as it trembled. “Barbie… I’m aching for you.”

“Tell me where it hurts, sweetheart.”

You shivered. “Between my legs. I’ve been wet since I heard your voice.”

“Mmm. My poor girl. All worked up and no one there to take care of you.” Her tone shifted into that perfect commanding lilt she used when she was running point. “Tell me what you’d do if I were there right now.”

You shifted on the bed, already feeling warm under her imagined gaze. The ache in your abdomen grew hotter by the second, and you squeezed your eyes shut, recalling every curve and contour of her body as if she was right next to you.

“You’re so beautiful,” You breathed, a hand sliding down your stomach and under the waistband of your sleepwear. “I’d pull you on my lap… push those pretty panties down your thighs, and feel how wet you already are for me.” A palm hovered over your clothed cunt. “Are you wet, baby?

“I’m fucking soaked.” She exhaled slowly. “Been like this since you said you missed me the first time.”

“What are you wearing?”

Barbara stifled a giggle at the cliche, but it broke through and you scoffed in her ear. “Oh, fuck you, I’m working with what I have,” you complained. “Tell me, I wanna know.”

The smile remained in her voice, light and teasing. “That Gotham U hoodie you left here a while back.”

“Is your hair down?”

“Perv,” she huffed. “Yes. And no, I’m not wearing panties, I took them off. The glasses too.”

You let out a shaky breath, fingers finally pressing down over your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. The relief was immediate but nowhere near enough. “Fuck, Babs… you’re killing me.”

Barbara hummed approvingly. “Good girl. Spread your legs wider for me. I want you to talk to me, okay?”

You obeyed, thighs falling apart. The cool air hit your soaked cunt and you whimpered, you folds weeping as you rucked your panties down to your ankles.

“Touch your clit, baby. Slow circles. Just like I do with my tongue when I’m teasing you.”

Your fingers slid down, slick and eager. The first gentle rub made you moan her name. “Shit— Barbie…”

“I know, baby. I can hear how wet you are.” Her voice dropped lower. “I’m touching myself too. Grinding my clit into my hand thinking about that pretty pussy. You always get so desperate when you’re away from me.”

One finger on your clit turned into your index and middle, rolling the sensitive bud in figure-eights then pinching it softly between the knuckles. “So good, baby, missing your cute little tits right now… so fucking soft…”

You trembled from the memories of your time together. Barbara beneath you, her pretty tits bouncing as you suckled a sensitive nipple into your mouth.

“I miss you so much,” she rasped, the faint wet sounds of her touching herself came from the other end of the line. “I’m so fucking wet thinking about you. My good girl, touching herself for me miles away. Such a needy slut for Oracle’s voice, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, rubbing tighter circles as your other hand slid up to squeeze one of your breasts as if it was hers. Your hips bucked forward to chase the stimulation.

Barbara’s breathing was getting heavier. “Let me fuck you, puppy. Come on, two fingers inside — stretch that little pussy like I trained you.”

You obeyed instantly, sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt with a wet sound that made Barbara groan softly in approval.

“That’s it… juuust like that,” she praised, her voice husky. “Curl them up, baby. Feel that spot? Right where you need me?”

A broken moan tore from your throat, tears leaking from your eyes as you followed her instructions, pumping slowly at first, then faster, the heel of your palm grinding against your swollen clit. “Babs—fuck, it feels so good… but it’s not enough. I need you.”

“I know, puppy.” Her breathing was ragged now, the faint rhythmic sounds of her fingers moving between her own legs filtering through the comm. “I wish I could be there to see you... Fuck yourself harder for me. I want to hear it. Let me hear how sloppy that pretty pussy gets from my voice.”

You cried, pumping your fingers faster, the obscene wet sounds filling the quiet safehouse as your other hand left your breast to grip the sheets, knuckles turning white. “Barbie… fuck, baby… wanna fuck you so bad— tell me you want it, tell me you want me inside you. Please, please…”

A low, pleased growl came through the comm. “I miss the way you fill me up— hah—! fuck, when you make me ride you til my thighs shake… wish I could bounce my pussy all over yours baby… need you to fuck me like that again.”

That needy, desperate switch in her tone that was almost begging, sent a fresh rush of heat through you. “There’s my girl,” you sighed in ecstasy. “Just needed to turn your fucking brain off for me…”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” she gasped. Her voice cracked beautifully, the wet sounds from her end growing louder and faster. “I need you, I need you so fucking bad, baby.”

You curled your fingers harder, thrusting deep as you took control. “Yeah? You want my cock stretching you open? Fucking up into that cute little cunt?”

“I’d be so good for you… riding you just how you like. Fuck, I miss you using me. Please, baby—fuck me...”

“Atta girl, Barbie….” You added a third finger with a moan, the stretch burning so perfectly. “Fuckin brat, you had your fun.”

Barbara whimpered at your tone.

“I know what you need.” You moaned. “Do it harder. Play with your clit for me.... Rub it fast while you finger that pretty cunt. I want you to imagine my cock buried inside you, pounding you deep while I hold your hips down.”

A high, broken sound escaped her lips, echoing in the tower’s halls that made your own pussy clench around your fingers.

“I’m—hah—I’m doing it. Feels so good… I’m so close already. You always make me lose it when you get like this.”

You fucked yourself harder, hips bucking off the bed as you withdrew your fingers and focused on your clit, chasing that edge right alongside her.

A sharp cry cut through the comm, followed by a string of breathy curses. “Baby—! I’m gonna cum—fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard—”

“Not yet,” you whined, even as your own breathing grew ragged. Then, softer, almost pleading, the plea in your tone clear. “Wait for me, baby. I wanna cum with you— I’m almost there, just hold on—”

The sloppy wet sounds of your arousal splashing and making mess from how rough you were made Barbara’s his shake with need. “You’re so good— so fucking good. Fuck yourself like that. Harder, baby— cum for me, cum all over my pussy.”

You shrieked, grinding faster, your poor clit throbbing from the overstimulation. “Babs—Barbie— fuck, I need you—”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, fingers pumping faster, each squelching sound making your eyes roll. “I’m yours— only yours—”

That raw, possessive edge in her voice mixed with total surrender sent you spiraling as you ground your palm against your swollen clit, thighs shaking violently as your climax began to crash through you. “Fuck—! Oh god, I’m gonna cum— cum for me, Barbie—”

Her orgasm hit her hard as you cried out her name, thighs shaking while she clenched around her fingers, hips jerking and voice hoarse with a low, throaty moan. Her head tipped back as she rode her own hand through it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You moaned her name like a prayer, your pussy pulsing hard around your fingers as slick heat spilled down your thighs and onto the sheets, making a mess. “Jesus Christ— I’m shaking—”

“Ride it out, baby,” Barbara cooed, lightheaded and glowing.

For a long minute afterwards, the only sounds were your shared, ragged breathing and the faint city traffic outside.

Finally, she let out a soft, wrecked little laugh in your ear, the soft thump of her forehead hitting the keyboard making you smile. “Holy shit… I think I saw stars.”

You smiled, slowly pulling your hand away with a shiver, your body still tingling. “Mmm. Same. You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me.”

“And you sound even prettier when you’re bossing me around,” she teased, voice warm and sated, full of affection. “Since when are you so mean to me?”

You chuckled, chest heaving. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Oracle. Can’t let you stay in control all the time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She hummed happily, a faint wet pop sound on the other end. “I like it when you take care of me.”

The silence between you two settled with the warmth of the afterglow.

“You okay over there?” You eventually murmured, and she murmured an ‘mhm’ back to you.

“You should go clean up and get some actual sleep.” Barbara said, soft but firm. “You’ve got watch later.”

“Back to business even after you just came your brains out,” you murmured fondly. “How romantic”

“You love it.”

“I do. I really do.” You paused, heart full. You paused for a moment, then sighed. “I love you, Barbie. Miss you like crazy.”

“I love you more,” she whispered, soft and sincere. “Just hurry home to me, okay? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“...Right,” you laughed. “I’ll behave.”

The silence settled again, and neither of you spoke between the sounds of heavy breathing.

As the line remained open and the minutes passed, Barbara’s breath soon turned even and slow, her comforting presence in your ear taking you under as exhaustion finally settled over you like a warm blanket.

“...I’ll come home to you,” you whispered.