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something very profound about dick always getting slut allegations when bruce has been known to be easy as fuck and tim’s dating history could cover the washington monument
I NEED to say how banger the building a cyberdeck with Tim was… it was so fucking banger I need you to know that
10/10 would read again
nonnie just know that u complimenting me like this has me levitating off my bed into an alternate realm pls stop this i LOVE you wtf??? thank you sooo much ☹️💗 #timnation we are SO UP RN
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hi so i have so many new mooties and readers on here ... so if u wanna u should totally follow my insta where i yap about fics i’m working on and also share the occasional bicep pic if ur into that . also i’m kinda funny so u should come hang w me and be mooties esp if you’re a writer too 😋
꙼ᩚ . . . RASPBERRY PI . building a cyberdeck with bf tim !
pairings . tim drake x fem!reader ⋮ wc . 4.2k ⋮ fluff ⋮ warnings . none, pure fluff with a hint of suggestive language. nicknames used : babe, baby and sweetheart. notes . miscellaneous tech jargon + very self indulgent and sorta dialogue heavy, maybe ooc tim who knows... first tim fic kinda nervy + also new fic layout ! ⋮ art creds : @/quezartt ⋮
The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tim’s penthouse apartment like it was trying to break in.
Gotham’s usual gloom had turned into a full downpour by the time the sun usually broke through the clouds, morphing the morning skyline into a blur of bruised pinks and gunmetal greys.
While inside, the world felt miles away. The only lights came from the soft glow of a few dim lamps, a monitor lazily blinking through the open door of an adjacent room, and the TV playing classics your boyfriend ever-so-graciously — albeit illegally — siphoned straight from Toonami Aftermath like premium cable television.
“Moon Princess Halation!”
The exclamation echoed from the wide flat screen and you snorted under your breath, knees tucked under you on the massive sectional as you hunched over the coffee table decorated with scattered tools. Tiny screwdrivers, flush cutters, tiny spools of wire, custom keycaps for an even tinier keyboard and a LED strip that cost more than you wanted to know.
“When’s Yu-Gi-Oh starting?”
A warm, bare chest pressed against your back while two arms slid around your waist. Tim — the boyfriend in question — groaned through a yawn as his chin dropped heavy onto your shoulder, his messy dark hair tickling your cheek. He smelled like sleep and the faint sharpness of menthol from whatever bruise cream he’d been swearing by lately.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” you murmured, not looking away from the ribbon cable you were carefully threading into the hollowed-out bottom half of an old Nintendo DS where the second LCD screen should’ve been, but was now waiting to be filled with the custom components you’d been collecting for weeks.
“Mmm. I was,” he rasped, voice still gravelly. One of his hands splayed across your stomach under the hem of your shirt, thumb stroking slow, absent circles. “Then I woke up and my favorite person wasn’t in bed. A sort of cruel and unusual punishment.”
You leaned back into him with a scoff, letting his body heat soak through your clothes, careful not to press back too hard because you remembered the look of the bruise along his ribs — that you assumed was still an ugly bloom of purple and yellow from the last time you looked at it while he slept.
“Hi, baby,” you said softly.
“Morning to you too, sweetheart.” Tim kissed the side of your neck, lazy and lingering, then peered over your shoulder at the half-assembled mess that was his cyberdeck project — or, formerly his cyberdeck project but now yours, since he was supposed to be horizontal and useless for at least two more days.
He pulled away from you only to come around the front. “You’re going too tight on that ribbon cable. The hinge is gonna pinch when we close it.”
“We?” You lifted your head just enough to glare at him. “Backseat building already and you’ve been awake for thirty seconds.”
Tim’s hair was longer now, falling into his eyes in wild strands that made him look softer — distracting enough to overshadow a dark bruise fading at the curve of his jaw, if the fact that he was shirtless hadn’t made you dizzy enough to almost not scold him.
“I’m not backseat building,” he protested, all feigned innocence, even as he reached past you to gently adjust the tension on the cable with two careful fingers. “I’m… offering emotional support. From a very horizontal-adjacent position.”
You flattened the cable in place just as his other hand reached over to try and steal the flush cutters you were working with.
“Down, boy.” You smacked his wrist and he whined, immediately dropping the tool into your awaiting palm. “This is my work station, by the way — if you haven’t realized — and I don’t want your grimey hands all over it.”
“Thought you liked my grimey hands.” He leaned over to kiss the side of your face, then your cheek, and another one right below your ear. The slight wince from the pull of his sore ribs was obvious, accompanied by the nasty bruise still on display exactly where you left it, like a painful kiss at the curve of his ribcage.
“You don’t love me anymore? Is that it?” Tim complained.
You did. Even with the bruises. Especially with the bruises, because they were proof he was home and safe enough to be annoying.
“Do not even think of sitting down, you need to get back to bed.”
On the TV, Sailor Moon struck another dramatic pose and the music swelled to a crescendo as Tim pretended he didn’t hear you at all.
“I came to watch Yu-Gi-Oh actually,” he hummed matter-of-factly while he sprawled out on the massive sectional, stretching his legs out and draping himself against your side. “Not to see you. Or the Sailor.”
You laughed, tangling one of your legs with his. “What is your deal with Sailor Moon?”
Tim’s hand lazily found your thigh, squeezing gently as he shifted closer, peeking over your shoulder. “I don’t have a deal,” he mumbled. “I just think it’s unrealistic that the bad guys wait for her to transform before the actual fight happens.”
“Right… Because Yu-Gi-Oh is so realistic.”
“Well. If you’re asking—” He stretched one long arm toward the coffee table without untangling his legs from yours, grunting at the flex of his aching muscles. “An argument can be made about its applications to any kind of strategy based initia—
“Again, I don’t recall this being a collaborative effort.” You swatted his arm away. “Shoo.”
Tim made a pathetic little sound and snaked his arms around you again, only tighter, before his hands eventually settled on your hips and pulled you closer, just until your back was flush against his chest.
“You should be recovering,” you continued. “R and R remember? Rest and relaxation—” You shifted so you could face him better, easing yourself up onto his lap gently at first, waiting for him to give you the full go ahead.
“I am recovering,” he mumbled, lips brushing your jaw. He didn’t wait another second before pulling you down onto him, stretching his legs out on either side of you with a sigh. “This is like homeopathic medicine. Skin-to-skin contact, all that stuff. Very healing.”
You shook your head, a hand reaching behind you blindly to push the hair back from his face, your fingertips brushing the faint scar near his hairline before sliding between the strands to scratch lightly at his scalp.
“You are the worst patient on the planet.”
“And you…” he whispered, pressing a slow kiss to the curve of your neck. “Are sooo pretty…” Then another. “When you’re concentrating.” And another, working his way up until he could nuzzle right behind your ear. “It’s distracting me from how much everything hurts.”
You melted despite yourself, tilting your head to give him better access. “Manipulation tactics. I see you, Drake.”
“Are they working?” He whispered. Your stomach did a flip.
“Unfortunately.”
You could feel him grinning against your skin. “Still got it.”
One of his hands wandered down to your thigh again, just to rest there, while the other slipped down to where you held the flesh cutters in your palm against a cable. This time, you let him intervene — his longer fingers sliding between yours to grip the tool a little tighter.
“Don’t backseat me,” you warned, as he guided your hand in the opposite direction you would’ve gone. “I’m serious.”
“I won’t,” he said. “Scout’s honor.”
And he kept to his promise for a little less than two minutes.
Tim’s lips puckered against the skin where your neck and shoulder met, trailing up the line of your neck until he reached the curve of your jaw, burying his face there with the tiniest kisses.
“Maybe,” he whispered. “And this is just a suggestion,” he continued, voice low. “Let’s... not use PiSugar for power supply…”
“Oh my God, you promised.” You groaned, but there was no real heat in it. His lips were too warm against your skin, his hair tickling you softly as he nuzzled closer and closer.
“I’m not helping,” he murmured with faux innocence, voice still raspy from sleep and the remnants of last night’s patrol that he was rightfully benched from midway. “Just… offering constructive criticism. From a very restful position. And I think that this… this just isn’t it, babe.”
Tim paused to shake the flush cutters from your palm, instead forcing you to pick up the little, black rectangular power cell.
You slapped his wrist in protest and he blew a raspberry against your cheek — so sloppy and wet it made you recoil with disgust and a squealed ‘Ew, you fucking creep—!’
He tossed the PiSugar cell out of the DS’ hollowed shell and toward the pile of unused tools with a victorious smirk.
“Muuuch better,” he said. “Why are we using PiSugar anyway? I’m kinda offended…”
You twisted in his lap just enough to shoot him a look as you rubbed the wetness from your cheek. “It’s cheap and it works. And I would prefer not throwing money at an overpriced battery solution, Tim.”
He made a scandalized little noise, arms tightening around your waist as he pulled you flush against his bare chest. “Now, with all due respect—”
Tim stopped himself when you glared at him hotly.
“Babe. Darling. Smartest girl in the whole wide world—” He continued. “You did not see me use PiSugar or some cheap ass LiPo pack when I made your first cyberdeck. I am disappointed.”
“Jeez, sorry Dad.” You snorted, leaning back into him despite yourself and he hugged you close. “Maybe I just didn’t wanna outsource a battery fit for a supercomputer… It’s not like I’m catching criminals as a hobby.”
“Dad?” Tim laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest and against your skin. “Low blow. And no— it’s reasonable and it works better. Geekworm is the go-to, baby. I’m ordering one later.”
“No,” you objected immediately, easing up and reaching for the discarded PiSugar just to make a point. “That is exactly what we’re not gonna do. It’s like fifty bucks, Tim.”
“More like eighty with shipping,” he corrected, completely unbothered, as he hooked his chin over your shoulder again, pulling you back into him. “But I’ll have it here by tomorrow if I—”
“We are not dropping eighty dollars for a battery, you capitalist freak. The PiSugar is fine.” You elbowed him lightly as you tried to squirm free from his grip. “And seriously, go away— I have to finish this—”
He made an exasperated sound, somewhere between a whine of protest and a sigh, then pressed another warm kiss just below your ear. “But I’m bored. And you’re so... so hot when you’re all focused…” Another kiss to the back of your neck, then another, and back up again to press one more against your cheek. “Let me help.”
“Leslie said intensive bed rest. And no activities that require more than ten minutes worth of focus,” you reminded him, trying — and failing — to focus as you reached down to thread another ribbon cable.
“Oh yeah?” Tim’s palms slipped under the hem of your shirt and idled over your stomach, squeezing gently, while his fingers traced silken patterns that made it very hard to keep your hands steady. “Nothing at all?” Your entire body felt hot as he whispered in your ear.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, perv. It’s not happening,” you laughed. “Wouldn’t want you to get a Charlie Horse and die.”
“Okay, mood obliterated.” He deflated. “Even doctors overreact sometimes. I am fine.”
“You came home looking like you lost a fight with a tank. Again.” You looked at him over your shoulder. “And you told Lonnie I was beating you at home, when you know damn well—”
“Firstly, that was a joke made in good faith that is much closer to the truth than you like to admit—”
“—I will ignore that because I refuse to give into the stereotype of punching you in the mouth.”
Tim continued, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Second, it was the line that failed me,” he corrected, lips brushing your jaw. “And I won—”
“You got punched into another building. Then fell from the highest floor of said building while trying to zipline your way back down.”
“Semantics.” Tim shrugged. “Your boy’s always a winner, baby.” Another kiss, this one so much sweeter, your face felt hot. “C’mon…. Let me help. Just the cable management. I’m excellent at cable management. World-class, even.”
You turned your head just enough to glare at him again.
His eyes were soft and heavy-lidded, his tousled hair falling into them, and that faint bruise along his jaw making him look unfairly pathetic, in an endearing way.
“Terrible at staying put, is what you are.”
“Please? I’ll be good.” Tim blinked slowly. “Scout’s honor? Again?”
“You were never a scout,” you laughed, your prior defenses now rendered null and void. “Like, ever.”
“Have pity on me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m hurting all over, you know?”
You frowned. “I’m being manipulated again, I think.”
Then another kiss, slower, coaxing. “Make me all better?” He pouted. “Please, sweetheart?”
“Tim—”
His lips met yours softly, and you instinctively turned to him for more, the kiss lazy and slow but full of heat. You could feel him smile against your mouth before he pulled away, forcing that same pout to keep his grin at bay.
Then you sighed dramatically and handed him the flush cutters. “Okay, fine, whatever. Cable management only. But if you even think about ordering that Geekworm before we finish this section, you’re sleeping alone.”
He gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, rich boy.”
“I’d like to.” Tim’s grin was immediate and devastating and you audibly boo’d him as he shifted you both slightly so you were still mostly in his lap but could both reach the coffee table easier. His longer hair kept falling forward as he leaned in, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to tuck it behind his ear.
For the next hour you worked like that—tangled together, half-lazy, trading slow kisses between crimping cables and snapping accessories shut.
His arms framed you on either side, one hand steadying the DS shell while the other passed you tools or held wires in place and every time he leaned forward, his bare chest pressed warm against your back, chin hooked over your shoulder so you were cheek-to-cheek, breathing the same air.
Whenever he reached too far and the ache in his ribs made him wince, you’d scold him gently and kiss the fading bruise on his jaw like it would help heal the rest of him. He’d just smile that small, deafeningly self-satisfied smile and pull you back in.
At one point Tim paused, peering at the exposed internals. “Hey, want an LED status light right here?” He tapped a spot near the hinge with one long finger. “Just a little power indicator. Would look sick when it’s closed.”
You hesitated, then shook your head. “Nah, it’s fine without.”
He gave you a long, knowing look, the corner of his mouth slightly curving upwards. “Uh-huh.”
Two minutes later he was carefully soldering a tiny LED in place anyway, one arm still looped around your waist to keep you steady against him while his other hand worked with that effortless precision you fell for.
“Tim...”
“Relax. I’ve got a steady hand.” He whispered, teasing. “And I know you want the blinky light, even if you’re scared of the iron.”
“I am not scared of soldering,” you lied, cheeks warming as you watched the focused pinch of his brows. The faint smell of solder mixed with the earthy petrichor drifting through one of the cracked windows, and the faintest ray of morning sunshine struggled against the rainclouds.
“Mhm. But you want the blinky light,” he murmured, blowing gently on the fresh solder joint. “I’ve got you mapped.”
“You’re the worst,” you whispered, but you were smiling as you turned your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Fucking show-off.”
“Your show-off,” Tim corrected happily, a dopey grin on his face. “And you’ll thank me when it looks sick as hell at night.”
The cyberdeck build came together slowly but surely after that with your vision and his refinements until it eventually started to look less of a disassembled mess and more like something usable.
The rain kept falling in steady sheets outside as the final Sailor Moon episode on the television faded into the opening chords of Yu-Gi-Oh.
Tim perked up slightly at the familiar theme, unable to hide the excited childlike quirk in his brows, but his movements were growing slower and heavier as the work became more about holding you than building— the little kisses pressed to your shoulder, the pads of his fingertips thrumming against the warmth of your stomach, the feel of his unclothed heartbeat against your spine took up more and more of your attention.
Between the distant sound of Yu-Gi-Oh and the occasional soft click of tools, Tim’s breathing also changed behind you, his body hunching forward against your back in a drowsy fold.
“You falling asleep on me already?” you whispered, amused.
“Halfway there,” he admitted, voice slurred and muffled against the nape of your neck. “...‘S your fault,” you felt him smile a little, nuzzling deeper into your skin, or trying to. “You’re warm and you smell like my shampoo… and you’re doing tech things…. You’re so beautiful.”
You sat the tiny keyboard down carefully and twisted in his lap to face him properly, straddling his thighs. His eyes were half-lidded, his eyelashes fluttering gently with that unguarded softness he only ever showed when he was here and all yours.
“Poor baby,” you cooed, brushing the hair back from his forehead, fingers trailing over his hairline. “Got beat up by bad guys on national television.”
“It was a local broadcast, please.” Tim deadpanned, tilting his head to catch your fingers with a lazy kiss. “And you’re supposed to be nice to me…” his teeth grazed the tips of your fingers.
“You’re spoiled, you’ll live.” You leaned in and kissed him, tasting the faint mint from his toothpaste and all those assorted flavors of him needing you. He sighed into it, one hand sliding up your back under your shirt, a warm palm splayed across your skin.
“Take me down a peg,” Tim hummed lazily, pressing another lazy kiss to your mouth. “I like that.”
“Pervert.”
Still, you kissed him again as the rain kept pouring and Yu-Gi-Oh dueled in the background. When you pulled back, his eyes were brighter despite the exhaustion and he pressed his forehead against yours with a long sigh.
“Does it hurt bad?” You asked, carefully trying to shift your body over his lap to ease the weight on him. You could feel the faint twitch of muscles every time you moved, but he never complained.
“Stay,” he whispered as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest while the half-finished cyberdeck was forgotten on the coffee table next to you. “Hurts less when you’re right here.”
You hesitated, hovering just a little. “Tim… your ribs—”
“Are fine,” he murmured, already tugging you down with gentle insistence. “C’mere. I want you on top of me. Proper R and R.”
You let out a soft laugh but gave in, carefully lowering your full weight until your chest pressed against his and you were nearly melded to him. You stayed tense for a second, hyperaware of every bruise while Tim just hummed contentedly, one hand stroking slowly up and down your spine.
“See?” he whispered against your hair. “Perfect. You feel good like this.”
You relaxed bit by bit, melting into the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his bare skin as the rain drummed steadily against the windows and the low sounds of card duels came from the TV.
“Can you sleep like this?” you asked after a while, pressing a kiss between his brows as his eyelids fluttered closed. Tim murmured an ‘mhm’ and hugged you closer, his head leaned back against the cushioned sectional. “Don’t drool on me though,” you said, burying your face in the side of his neck.
“I do not drool.”
“And I’m Batman.”
Tim snorted, his nostrils flaring from amusement and you kissed his jaw.
After a quiet minute, his voice came out soft and drowsy. “We should make one like the Millennium Puzzle.”
You smiled against his collarbone, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingertip. “You seriously have a problem.”
“Hm, you’ll see my vision soon,” he said, voice low and warm. “Tell me your ideas instead. For the rest of this one, I mean. The layout, the interface, all of it. I wanna hear.”
You shifted a little lower so your chin rested on his sternum, careful not to press on the worst of the bruises.
“Okay… I was thinking the top half could have some custom acrylic designs maybe? I wanna see what I can do with that 3D printer you spent a million bucks on— I can give it a mini computer look… but I like the sort of Y2K gaming console turned high tech spyware concept in my head… if that makes sense, I don’t know—”
Tim’s hand kept stroking your back in slow, lazy circles, his breathing growing softer beneath you. “Mmm… keep going,” he mumbled, eyes already drifting shut. “What about the interface?”
You kept talking softly, describing the power cell you secretly did want just to run a bunch of gaming applications, the messaging interface you wanted to design just to sync with his cyberdeck, how you pictured the whole thing looking and operating like pure magic.
“—and that’s where the Raspberry Pi is gonna go…”
Tim’s responses got quieter, made up of little hums and half-formed words. “...Raspberry Pi.”
“…and maybe a small speaker for gaming effects, we can run an emulator for Yoshi’s Island,” you continued, grinning to yourself. “And Final Fantasy.”
You waited for his usual chuckle followed by some cheeky remark about the longstanding rivalry you two had in all things Final Fantasy concerned. But all you heard were the same slow, even breaths.
“Tim? You still with me?”
No answer. All you could feel was the steady rise and fall of his chest under yours and his arms still loosely wrapped around you like he’d fallen asleep mid-caress.
You lifted your head to get a good look at him, and his face was completely relaxed now, lips slightly parted and messy dark hair splayed across the cushiony sectional in fluffy tufts.
“Tim…” you called out to him in a whisper, but he didn’t shift. “Paging geektopia,” you giggled, nuzzling your nose against his cheek.
He twitched softly in his sleep, fingers tightening around your waist. “M’ awake…” he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, squirming tighter against you. “I’m listenin’.”
You let out a quiet, fond laugh and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Sure you are,” you whispered, nuzzling closer.
“Sure I am.” He repeated, grinning with his eyes closed. “Just resting my eyes, sweetheart,” his fingers danced in shapes over the skin of your waist — crooked little circles, lopsided hearts, the occasional RR symbol like he couldn’t help himself.
You stayed draped over him, your weight like a warm blanket that he refused to let shift even an inch.
The rain had softened into a gentle drizzle against the windows, and the Yu-Gi-Oh soundtrack played like a lullaby in the background. Every so often Tim’s fingers would still as sleep coaxed him away, then start up again, chasing the feeling of your skin as if touching you was the gravity holding him here.
“You’re gonna build the Millennium Puzzle cyberdeck with me, right?” he mumbled after a long, quiet minute, voice thick and barely there. “We should… date night… gonna be so cool…”
“Yeah, baby,” you murmured, brushing his hair back again. “We’ll build it together.”
Tim made a soft, contented hum, the sound vibrating against your chest as he murmured to himself. “So many Raspberry Pi’s….”
You chuckled.
Then his arms tightened once more, pulling you impossibly closer. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised softly, pressing one last kiss to his bruised jaw. “Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”
When you pulled back, Tim was smiling that small, lovedrunk smile, straining his eyes open a tiny fraction. “Love you, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know….” You let your head settle against his chest. “I know…”
His breathing evened out for good after that, deep and slow as his eyelids fell closed, the faint lines of unspoken pain smoothing from his face.
You watched him for a while, peering up through your lashes at the way his jaw relaxed, the flutter of those soft eyelashes against his cheekbones, and that tiny twitch of his mouth like he was still half-dreaming about his own Millenium Puzzle like a little boy on a lazy Saturday morning.
Outside, the rain kept falling while Yu-Gi-Oh played on low and your boyfriend — your stubborn, bruised, brilliant, and finally resting boyfriend — dozed in your arms.
You stayed right there on top of him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat against your ear drowning out everything else, perfectly content to let him sleep as long as he needed.
Within the tangled warmth of your limbs and his, you whispered, “I love you too,” and the rest of Gotham remained blurred away outside the glass as sleep took you too.
🗒️ written and proofread while half asleep so this might be the best and worst thing i’ve ever written. #timnation STAND UP . art creds : @/quezartt
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you know sakura enjoys hand holding while you’re eating her out (she also loves when your hand is on her tummy and holding her in place as she squirms).
DRISAKU NATION RISE ‼️‼️
we can’t talk here. email me.
BUT OMG you are so grimey sending this on main STOP EXPOSING ME !! these are private thoughts i have shared with you within the secrecy of our thirstchat???? 😔
i can’t say what i wanna say on main bc i can’t let the masses know how really freaked out i am about my wife pls go away mimi
. . . because i choose to purposely jinx myself by posting these i guess ? ( in no specific order and subject to change )
updated 11/6/26
WITH LOVE, BIRDY .
— tim drake x fem!reader. ༯ a long fic in the works based on the poem ‘confession of a bird watcher’ by chard deniord. very excited for this, i like how it’s going so far !! current wc : 9.3k
THE SUMMER I . . . MET THE [REDACTED] .
— dick grayson x reader x [redacted]. ༯ super duper top secret extra special fic i’m working on featuring a special guest! for now i can only say, lifeguards, (sorta baywatch-esque), pathetic men, and hot summer flings by the beach 😋 current wc : 2.4k
A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE . ( now turned into my upcoming 2.5k+ event !!! ) more info coming soon .
— formerly a mini collection centered on the batboys and the more draining sides to loving and being loved by them, will expand to dc-verse for requests!
we just hit 2.5k !!! tysm everybody, i will most definitely ramble all my thanks tomorrow and be overly emotional as usual ! love youuu smmm kunaikissers 💗
coming back to say thank you guys SOOO much like this is so huge to me because i genuinely can’t believe you guys even read my stuff in the first place 😭 completely humbled everytime anybody says they like my stuff or follows me or leaves a comment or even says something in my inbox, i truly adore you all 💗💗 KUNAIKISSERS WE UP ‼️‼️
we just hit 2.5k !!! tysm everybody, i will most definitely ramble all my thanks tomorrow and be overly emotional as usual ! love youuu smmm kunaikissers 💗
YOUR ORACLE . ⋮ being apart from barbara for a mission leaves you desperate for her voice. based on this request ⋮ pairing ! barbara gordon x fem!reader cw ! phone sex, switch!babs and switch + subtop! reader, slight dumbification, guided masturbation, mentions of girlcock. ⌗ nicknames used : baby, sweetheart, slut, puppy. ⌗ so self indulgent good lord please bear with me 😭 also dialogue heavy....
The safehouse in Blüdhaven was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the window. It had been one long week and nine days of chasing leads across state lines only to end up here, stealthing again for more information.
Dinah and Helena had caught a wrench in their latest lead on the outskirts of the city — swearing they didn’t need backup — while you were left behind, racking your brain on what you all already had to work with. You were exhausted.
The comms link was supposed to be for mission updates only, you remembered that.
But it was late. The safehouse was quiet. And you’d been apart from her for a week and nine days, enough to be translated to a lifetime of missing your girlfriend.
“Oracle,” you murmured, keeping your voice low even though you were alone, as you slipped the tiny earpiece into your ear.
The line clicked open instantly.
“Status?” Barbara’s voice was calm, professional. It made your heart lurch against your ribcage. Oracle. Barbara. Yours.
The woman who coordinated every move from her clock tower, voice calm and commanding in your ear all night. Whatever she said, you followed and wherever she led, you went in blind and trusting.
Your lips parted with no words as the ache settled in. Sure, you’ve heard her voice over the past few days, always watching and guiding you and the girls through the mission — your eyes and ears on the outside.
But you missed her voice in your ear for reasons that had nothing to do with tactical support.
“Talk to me, baby.” Her voice softened into a coaxing whisper. You realized a little too late that your breathing had changed and given your thoughts away. Of course she caught it, when did she not?
“I’m secure. Mission’s on track. Waiting for word from the others.” You paused, rolling onto your back on the narrow safehouse bed. “I just… I really fucking missed hearing you.”
A soft laugh crackled through the comm. It was like honey on a cold night, your skin prickling with warmth. “You’re hearing me right now.”
You sighed. “You know what I mean, Barbie.”
She nearly melted. “I know... I miss having you here too,” she confessed. “The tower’s too quiet without you trying to distract me from my monitors.”
“Is that all I am now?” You teased. “A distraction?”
On the other end of the line you heard a few clicks, her keyboard. “Oh, so you’re needy,” she whispered. You could hear the smile in her voice — that shit eating grin when she had you right where she wanted you. “You should’ve led with that.”
“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.
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HER SWORN SWORD . you swore an oath to serve talia, and tonight she intends to have you serve her in a different way. pairing ! talia al ghul x fem!reader warnings ! period sex (reader is menstruating), period cunnilingus + fingering, scissoring/tribbing, dom!talia, sub!top reader, power imbalance, mentions of reader having taken a chastity vow, nicknames used : beloved, pet, good girl, dumb pet, habibti + my lady (towards talia). 💬 sorta based on a daenerys thought i had... i know mama.... BUT HAPPY PRIDE Y’ALL !!!
“Beloved.”
The moon hung low over the mountainous compound, casting shadows across the wooden floors and monsters along the walls as she called for you softly from within the lamplit chamber.
You entered without hesitation, the large door shutting behind you as you knelt to the floor on one knee, awaiting her acknowledgement.
All knew within the grand halls of the League that you were Talia’s sworn sword, the shadow that had followed behind her since her youth and your own, the blade that idled outside her bedchamber in the dead of night, lest anyone dare to traverse where they are not welcome.
You, the woman who had knelt before her in your maidenhood and vowed, with her own sword pressed to your neck and the taste of blood and steel in your mouth after defeating her lesser champions, that you would serve her until your dying day. That your body, your blood, your unwavering loyalty and service would all be hers.
You swore fealty. You bled to honor your oaths. No man would ever touch you, nor would worldly pleasure tempt you.
“You are not my father’s dog.” Talia laid before you, reclined on the silken cushions of the divan, blood red and gold along the trim, a testament to the opulence of the Al Ghul name and the waste they laid to their inferiors.
“He does not command you away from me,” she said, and her decency — which, you knew better to assume she reserved any in the privacy of her chamber and especially around you —was barely covered by a thin, sheer robe that was deafeningly white, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder like spilled ink. “You belong to no one but me.”
“My lady—”
“Where did he send you?” Talia asked you, and you unlatched your sword, setting it down by the door of her chamber where you were supposed to be keeping your post on the other side.
“Nowhere so far that I could not return to you,” you said. “Only beyond the perimeter, My Lady, and only for such a short time. I returned to my post as you would wish it.”
Talia turned her face away from you, her lips pursing with displeasure. “Come here,” she demanded.
You rose to your feet and crossed the room in an instant. Once you were within arm’s reach, her hand grasped ahold of your belt, pulling you down until you knelt again next to the divan, now at her eye-level. “I wondered where you were,” her fingers traced your jaw. “I don’t like wondering.”
“Your father’s men are fools,” you remarked and the corner of her mouth lifted in amusement. “I apologize for my absence.”
Her fingers travelled across the curve of your jaw and down the line of your neck, your throat bobbing at the feel of her nails and the soft pads of her fingertips against your skin.
“You are bleeding,” Talia hummed, almost idly. The back of her knuckle grazed your pulse point and you shivered, eyelashes fluttering. “I know it.”
“It is nothing—” you whispered, your jaw tightened slightly from the sudden exposure of your condition. “I have handled monthlies worse than this. Lest you forget the prowess you’ve perfected within me.”
“Brazen,” she laughed darkly. “Look at me, pet. I want you to remove your armor.”
“My lady, this is not—”
“Show me,” Talia’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, her eyes dark with desire. “I wish to see where you bleed.”
“You know where it is,” You stiffened, almost shy. “And you also know the vows that I have sworn at your feet.”
She seized your jaw in her palm and you whimpered with need. “I release you from that foolish vow,” Talia whispered, as her mouth met yours in a soft kiss filled with heat. It burned and burned so good, your heart hammered against your ribcage. “I release you from every vow. You will swear new ones tonight.”
Your hands reached for your breastplate first. Then piece by piece the rest of your armor was discarded, set neatly next to you on the floor until all that remained was the thin shift and your underwear beneath. For a moment, you shied away from her eyes as she sat up, her knees bracketing either side of your body.
“You have not changed,” Talia said, her palm cupping the side of your cheek. “A warrior beneath it all. And mine…” Your eyes lifted to meet her gaze, all emerald and shining down at you, and she smiled, affectionate and amused. “You’ve denied yourself... for that ridiculous vow?”
“For you,” you whispered.
“For me.” She kissed you again, her mouth hungry and demanding and you sighed against her lips, tongues meeting in a wet tangle. “Up,” she commanded, her hands coming to rest on the side of your hip, feeling the outline of your body through the shift.
You moaned at the feel of her flush against you, the heat of her hands slipping under the fabric, bunching it by the hem and pulling it over your head to expose you further as she walked you backward to her massive silk-draped bed.
“My lady, I want to—” you gasped when she separated from you to toss your shift to the floor. Your nakedness made you flush. “I want to see you. Can I?”
“Talia,” she corrected, taking your outstretched palms in hers and pressing them against the slack knot of her robe. “You know my name, beloved.” You pulled the knot loose and she rolled her shoulders, the fabric falling free as she laid you down beneath her.
Her body was a carved masterpiece, her skin like melting gold, breasts heavy and perfect. Your cunt pulsed around nothing, a weight in your stomach swelling with need and Talia laughed sweetly as she pushed you onto your back on the silken sheets, spreading your thighs open and climbing on top of you.
“Look at you,” she kissed down your body slowly, savoring every inch. From latching onto your breasts and sucking each nipple into her mouth, to kissing the curve of your stomach, down to your thighs, until her mouth hovered over your clothed cunt, where the cloth was folded underneath to absorb the blood.
“You saved this little cunt for me,” Talia purred, voice dripping with filthy reverence. “Does it ache, my sweet sword?”
You whimpered, your hips twitching upward as she peeled your underwear off, folding it carefully and setting it aside. You felt shame burning at your cheeks. “Talia, wait, it’s not—”
“Save your embarrassment for a lesser woman,” she whispered, dragging an index finger along the faint smear of blood staining your inner thighs. “I want to taste you,” she declared, and before you could answer, she licked a long, slow stripe up your puffy slit, tasting the mix of blood and slick.
You squirmed, hips twitching as you let out a long moan, the heat of nervousness swelling into unbearable heat, your thighs trembling as they tried to close instinctively.
“Delicious,” Talia groaned, the sound vibrating against your clit. “Bleed for me, habibti.” Her mouth sealed over your cunt, tongue sliding through your folds with obscene hunger as she sucked gently on your swollen clit, then licked you with broader, messier strokes, smearing your blood across her lips and chin.
“F-fuck— Talia—!” You cried out, fingers gripping the sheets. The weight in your belly twisted into deep, throbbing pleasure with every curl of her tongue.
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth moving sloppily over your heat, your back arching up to chase the pleasure she was giving you. “So good— ah, it’s so much….”
“That’s it,” Talia murmured against your pussy, swirling her tongue over your clit. “Fuck my tongue, pet. Let your Lady drink from you. This cunt has been starving for attention, hasn’t it? So neglected... So loyal... let me stretch you.”
She pushed a finger inside you slowly, one palm pressed softly against your belly in soothing rubs as she eased a second in, your hot, gummy walls sucking her deeper and she curled them against that spongy spot deep inside you while her tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit.
“Fuck me— yes! Talia, yes!”
“Sing for me,” she laughed. “Just like that… my needy thing… cum for me while I fuck you the way you dreamed of.”
The combination of her mouth and the aching fullness of her so deep inside you, fucking against that sweet spot made your thighs shake violently. “I’m… God— fuck, I’m cumming!”
“So obedient,” Talia suckled your clit harder. “Cum on your Lady’s tongue like the desperate little whore I made you.”
You shattered with a broken sob, back arching hard as your orgasm crashed through you. Talia kept licking you through it, drinking down every drop of your arousal and blood, moaning praises into your cunt the entire time.
When you finally stopped trembling, Talia crawled up your body and kissed you with her bloody mouth, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.
“I am not finished with you,” she whispered hotly. “I want to feel you against me. Can you take me?”
“Yes— God, yes.” You whined with desperation, cupping her face with a palm as you wiped the blood from her mouth, your lips going to her neck and down her sternum, grazing a stiff nipple between your teeth. And she moaned, her head tilting back, fingers tugging at your hair.
Talia rolled onto her back and pulled you on top of her, straddling her thigh first, but then she guided your hips between hers, thighs thrown over each other’s until your cunts pressed together, your bloody, sensitive pussy flush against her dripping one, unbearably hot from wanting you.
“Ride me,” Talia ordered, her green eyes blazing. “Be a good girl and fuck your Lady. I want you.”
Even in this position, with you on top, and muscles flexing, you were utterly submissive, pliant and at her service like the oaths you swore on your knees. “Fuck me, beloved,” she whispered.
Talia’s hands gripped your hips hard, controlling the rhythm as you began to grind down. The slide was slick and messy. Your blood mixed with both of your arousals, created the wettest, most obscene glide and every roll of your hips made your swollen clit drag perfectly against hers, up against her swollen folds then down against that sensitive bud.
“Fuck— my lady,” you gasped, bracing your hands on either side of her head. “Your pussy’s perfect...”
“You’re doing so good,” Talia cooed up at you, her honeyed voice breaking into a moan. “Grind that filthy little cunt on me. Can you feel how wet I am for you? How much I’ve wanted to ruin my perfect, chaste girl?”
You whimpered and moved faster, hips rolling desperately as you fucked down into her. The pressure on your sensitive, weeping pussy was overwhelming in the best way as Talia’s hands guided you harder, forcing you to take more from her.
“Look at the mess you’re making,” she groaned, eyes flicking down to where you were grinding. “All that pretty blood smeared across my cunt. You’re mine. This pussy has always been mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you moaned, voice breaking as you rocked harder against her. “Only yours, my lady— you’re so fucking wet—”
“My dumb little pet,” Talia’s breath hitched, her own hips bucking up to meet yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— yes! Fill me up like this, my desperate girl.”
The wet, filthy sounds of your cunts sliding together grew louder. You leaned down, pressing your forehead to hers as you fucked her exactly how she wanted, each filthy smack of your hips making her tits bounce, and you grasped both in your palms, fondling and squeezing them as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
“Use me,” Talia’s fingers dug into your ass, pulling you tighter against her. “Use me until we cum,” she growled. “I want to feel this needy cunt gush for me, beloved.”
You came first with a strangled cry, your thighs shaking as your pussy clenched and throbbed hard against hers and Talia’s nails clawed against the bottom of your spine as she shuddered and followed right after, moaning low and filthy as she ground up into you, riding out both your orgasms until you were both slick and trembling.
As you panted, desperately trying to catch your breath, Talia pulled you down against her chest, stroking your hair reverently.
She kissed your temple softly, a palm cradling your lower abdomen as if daring pain to come and try its hand at taking you from her arms.
“Your vow is broken,” Talia whispered, her voice like silk against your ear. “You are no longer chaste. And you will never take another. You will swear yourself to me again.”
She paused to look up at you, her green eyes soft with warmth and gentleness. “And I will swear myself to you. You must accept me, beloved.”
You shivered, pressing your face into her neck, a grin toying at your lips. “…As my lady commands.”
DESK PET . cockwarming your gf barbara (kinda) pairing ! barbara gordon x fem!reader cw ! porn without plot, strap usage, dom!babs, slight degradation, orgasm denial, babs is a total meanie (hot) nicknames used : baby, honey, stupid girl, slut, pet, brat, sweet girl . 📓 sorry if u can tell this is so self indulgent, she’s lit my gf 🤷🏾♀️
It’s too hot today. The Clock Tower was a sauna.
The jacket you wore was thrown lazily over one of the many desks swarmed with piles of folders, the straps of your top nearly sticking to your skin and the fabric at the underside of your breasts already slightly damp and darkening.
“Barbie…” you whined, the sound of another shlick drop of your pussy lips stretched around the gummy silicone of your girlfriend’s cock punctuating your need. “F-fuuuck—!” You eased up again, all the way to the tip, then arched your back to drop down again, harder.
Your little skirt was barely there, bunched up around your waist, and your panties long since shoved to the side. Every drop of your hips made your girlfriend’s cock press against that perfect spot inside you, drawing a shaky breath from your lips.
“Come on, you can take it,” Barbara hummed into your ear, tilting her hips upwards as more of your creamy slick dripped down the shaft to soak the seat of her pants. “So good, baby…” she whispered, a free hand coming up to palm one of your aching tits under your top, rolling and pinching the tight bud between her fingertips. “Letting me stretch you out like this.”
“So big,” you cried, pressing a palm down against one of her thighs for leverage as you rolled your hips back and forth then back again in slow grinds. “Filling me up so good… wanna cum—”
Barbara hissed out a moan between her teeth, swatting your hand away and clutching you tighter against her with one muscled arm, the other pinching your clit between a forefinger and thumb before circling it gently, then furiously then gently again, coaxing you to the edge.
“Already? You’re so spoiled—” she grunted, fucking up into the mess between your legs, your ass flush against her pelvis and the pressure on her clit making the back of her neck burn with heat. “Can’t even sit still for two seconds. Climbing on my lap like a needy brat when you know I’m busy. Just needed me, huh? Needed me to fuck you full, baby… so needy for me… it’s okay…” she cooed into your hair.
Your mouth fell open in an uh! uh! uh! over and over again as she ground against that gummy spot inside you, your thighs shaking against hers.
“My stupid girl,” she rasped, hot against your ear. “You can do it— fuck— cum for me like this, honey.” she leaned back, taking you with her as your back pressed sticky against her heaving chest and your hips ground down to chase the aching pleasure she gave you. “Love when your pretty girl fucks you like this, baby?”
“Barbie— yes—” your hips jerked at the feel of her thrusts, your body jolting upward and tits bouncing as she held you down and fucked up into you like a toy. “Ahh— fuck, yes—like that, just like that—” you babbled breathlessly.
The sickening crackle sound of comm link coming in made you clench hard. It was Nightwing shouting into Barbara’s ear — something about a detonator, a pipe bomb or whatever, you weren’t even hearing correctly. You were so close, so close, if only your Barbie could keep fucking you just like this—
“Stay,” her arm banded around your front as she sat up straight, your pussy flush against the hilt and you whimpered at the loss of your impending orgasm as another voice crackled through her earpiece.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Go ahead.” She answered smoothly, typing one-handed while her other hand slipped between your legs to abuse your swollen clit with absentminded circles.
You turned your head, lips brushing her jaw. “Baby, please… I’ll be good, I swear. Just fuck me, please—”
“Nightwing, I’ve got eyes on the east entrance. You’ve got two hostiles, one that looks trigger happy. But handle it quietly...”
You whined, long and needy.
“You’re never good,” Barbara grunted into your ear. “You’re a spoiled brat that came here to distract me and now you’re whining because you’re too full and too wet to handle getting fucked like you asked.” The hand on your hip suddenly pulled you down harder, forcing the strap even deeper.
Your moan was barely muffled against her neck as the obscene sound of your pussy leaking on her cock made your face burn.
“You’re so fucking messy…” she laughed under her breath, right up against your ear. “You want everybody to know you’re a desk pet? Sitting on my cock, creaming all over my lap, and still whining for more?”
“Barbie…” you whined softly, trying to rock down again, but her hand tightened on your hip, stilling you instantly.
You were so soaked. Every slow clench around her strap made more slick drip down the base, coating her lap. “I said stay,” she murmured against your ear, voice low enough that the comms wouldn’t pick it up. “Sit there and wait like a polite slut.”
You whined like it hurt, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your pussy clenched and clenched but gained no relief. She rolled forward, pulling her chair closer to the desk and spreading your thighs wider over hers, as she stayed buried deep inside you.
You bit your lip, face burning. Three minutes passed, then five. You watched the gigantic hands of the clock beyond the glass tick by as Barbara typed one-handed, the other still barely stroking over your weeping clit.
Before the tenth minute, you caved. “I can’t help it… you’re so deep. Please, I need you to move—”
“Not yet.” Her tone was sweet but firm, the one that always made your stomach flip and she gave your hip a warning squeeze. “Sit on it a little longer, baby. Just keep me warm in this pretty pussy,” she said. When your bottom lip trembled, she turned her head and kissed you softly, the heel of her palm pressing down deliciously against your clit as you sobbed into her mouth.
“There’s my sweet girl,” Barbara whispered. “Warming my cock so good while I work… say it to me.”
You whimpered, clenching around her again. Your thighs trembled from holding the position for so long, as your pussy fluttered, begging for relief. “I’m… your sweet girl. Warming your cock so good, Babs.”
She smiled proudly at you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then turned back to her monitors like you weren’t impaled on her cock and dripping everywhere. Still, her voice never wavered on the comms. “Copy that. Keep me updated.”
You sat there trembling, waiting. The click-clack of her keyboard wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the heartbeat between your legs.
Eventually, you rocked your hips again, grinding down just enough to get friction on your clit and a soft moan slipped out before you could stop it. “I wanna cum, please… I’ve been good—”
“What did I say? Did you go dumb already ‘cause I’m stuffing you full?” Her hand reached up to grip your jaw, turning your face so you had to look at her eyes, all dark, amused, and full of heat.
You buried your face in her neck, breathing hard. “You’re so mean, Barbie…”
“Keep calling me that and I might just let you have it,” she warned, “but only after I finish this. So be patient.” Her free hand stroked your back gently while the other kept typing.
“Now quit squirming. The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can bend you over this desk and fuck you like you need it.”
