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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.

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

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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.”

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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.”

🗒️ she’s my barbie and i love her so

[sakunai]

THE OTHER YOU . when mark comes back from another dimension, he tells you about the other you. pairing ! mark grayson (invincible) x fem!reader cw ! porn with a tiny bit of plot, piv, first time cumming inside, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, slight switch!mark, slight cumplay, two lines worth of cervix fucking (nothing brutal and exaggerated), squirting. nicknames used : baby & invincible (lol) 📓 honestly, yeah . i want him NOW ‼️

Mark had been acting strange ever since he got back from dealing with a variant situation in another dimension.

He was extra clingy, even quieter lately and somehow more shy, a blushing mess everytime you would look over your shoulder and catch him staring at you. At first, it was endearing, just like it was when you two started dating. But then, it got even more odd.

He would cuddle extra close when you two slept together — which is alot considering he’s already melded to you while he sleeps, as if you two could be one body — but the cuddling would go from him wrapping a heavy arm over your front and spooning you from behind to him splaying a large palm over your stomach, at first just rubbing your skin and feeling your warmth. But then cradling it, as if there was something inside other than your guts that he was protecting.

You figured maybe the fights had just shaken him up. He never told you he saw her in that other dimension — your variant.

Tonight, the second you walked out of your bathroom, towel slung over your body and limbs achy from a long day, Mark floated through your bedroom window and he was on you like he hadn’t seen you in years.

He kissed you like he’d been starving, hands roaming desperately as he pulled you up against him then laid you down on your bed. His suit came off fast under your hands, tossed somewhere in the corner of the room as you took over and straddled him.

Mark laid back and you fucked him hard for the first round — your hips slamming against his pelvis and his hands trembling against your hips, yearning to touch but not daring to hurt you. You moaned his name the entire time as his eyes rolled back and he fucked up into you as he got close, with deep, passionate strokes while staring into your eyes, whispering how much he missed you, how much he loved you, how good you felt around him like this.

He came hard, pulling out at the last second and jerking his cock in short strokes as his cum spilled all over your pussy, thick ropes painting your swollen folds and soft belly.

You were still catching your breath when he rolled on top of you, breathing hard, his chest heaving from the effort.

“I love you,” he babbled over and over as his mouth trailed over your body, from the length of your sternum still shiny with sweat, to the side of your neck and the curve of your ribs. He kissed you stupid, his lips swollen and needy, his messy hair tickling your skin as he went lower and lower.

When he reached your abdomen, his tongue ran over the ropes of cum he left there, then down to your inner thighs.

“So pretty like this,” Mark whispered, voice shaky and cock swelling with need as you spread your legs for him again. “Let me look at you.”

“Mark,” you moaned, half warning but half yearning as he stroked a thumb over your beating clit, all leaky and sensitive but covered in his cum.

Your pussy was painted in him, all sticky and wet and his, and his eyes went dark with desire as he rubbed cock through the mess of his cum, sliding the head up and down your slit, coating himself in it.

“Fuck, baby—” he groaned. “Look what we did… that’s us.”

You lifted your head off the mattress and propped yourself up on your elbows, staring down at where his shaft rubbed through your puffy folds, the pressure making your head dizzy.

“When I was in that other timeline…” his voice was rough, almost ashamed as he began, glancing up at you. “I saw her. Well, I saw you. You were there, a different you.”

You blinked up at him, still hazy. “What?”

“She was pregnant,” he whispered, and you almost didn’t hear him. “Like, really pregnant. Big round belly… she was glowing. And he— me, that other Mark— he had his hand on it, on her. He looked at her like she was everything.” He paused, then looked away. “The way I look at you.”

“Mark,” you reached up and cupped his cheek in your palm.

“I know it’s stupid. I know it wasn’t us,” Mark closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “I know it was him... and not the real you. But ever since I saw it… I can’t stop thinking about you like that.

“Fuck— I just… you, full with my baby. Your tits all heavy and your belly swollen… Carrying my kid…” His cock twitched hard against your cum-covered pussy.

You bit down on your bottom lip as your pussy pulsed against his cock. He felt it and his eyes opened — those big brown eyes — staring down at you with utter warmth, adoration and pure desire. Mark leaned down and your arms wrapped around his neck, your mouths meeting in a hot kiss, tongues in each other's mouths and chests pressed together.

He rubbed his cock harder against you, shaking as your legs enveloped his hips, pulling him closer to you. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about?” You whispered against his jaw, your lips trailing down his neck as his cock slid back and forth through your messy folds, the swollen head bumping your sensitive clit. “God— Mark, we’ve never…”

“I know,” his head fell forward against the side of your neck and he moaned low and long. “I know, baby, and we don’t have to…” He turned his head to look at you and you kissed him again, his shoulders slumping from the release of tension. “I’ll keep pulling out.”

“Yeah?” You smiled a little bit, then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But, I think… I think I don’t want you to,” you said.

Mark’s face went bright red the second the last syllable left your mouth. “I mean, we shouldn’t… It’s too risky and I’d never ask you to—” He looked at you for a long moment, then back down at where his cock was still flush against you and leaking.

He caved almost immediately. “But fuck, baby… it’s driving me crazy.”

You tilted your head teasingly, a smirk toying at the corner of your lips. “Then fuck me, Invincible.”

His hands settled on your hips, thumbs brushing nervously. “Yeah?” Mark smiled shyly at first, and it turned into a dopey grin when you nodded. “Yeah, you like that?” He kissed you greedily, adjusting his hips between your thighs and you moaned into his mouth.

It started gentle — soft little pecks, sweet little murmurs of “missed you” and “need you so bad” between kisses as you tugged at his hair and his hands slid up your thighs to your waist.

Then it turned hungrier, more desperate, with your hands trailing down his back as the kisses got sloppy and wet, nails trailing his skin gently but pulling him in deeper and Mark’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest like he needed you closer to breathe.

He cupped your tits in both hands as you shifted in his arms, squeezing and playing with them while he ground his throbbing cock against your weeping pussy. “Fuck… I’m so obsessed with these,” he breathed, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“I need you,” you breathed hard, reaching a hand down to wrap a fist around his length, pumping his leaking cockhead against your soaked pussy in short, tight pumps.

Mark moaned, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “You’re so good to me… so fucking good…”

You lined him up against your weeping hole and he sucked in a breath between his teeth, pushing his hips forward and rocking into you slowly. The mess of his cum coated the length of his cock and made a nasty wet sound as he buried himself to hilt.

Mark groaned like he was in pain. “Taking me so fucking good... everytime.”

You cried out his name, wrapping your legs tight around his hips as your back arched of the mattress and your pussy squeezed him like it was trying to push him out.

“Oh fuck, yes— fuck me, I want it.”

“So tight— baby, ease up, I’ll cum too quick,” he groaned, his head falling forward next to your head atop the mattress with a thud harsher than he intended, as he bucked his hips forward with another hot, heavy thrust, your pussy making a mess over his thighs, leaking slick down his balls.

“Sweetest pussy ever, I’m gonna fucking pass out—” He started fucking you faster, with deep, breeding strokes, humping right against your cervix like he was trying to knock you up for real.

The force of his body weight plus the slam of his hips sent you a few inches up the mattress each time.

“Mark—” with a whine, your palms splayed against the expanse of his back, nails dragging down his back— an effort to release some pressure because he was just so heavy, and hot and that not only meant the force of his weight against you from where he was fucking down into you but the size of his cock dragging in and out of your gummy walls.

“Mark— slow down,” you called again.

“I know, baby,” his cock practically weeped inside you, twitching and swelling with his impending orgasm. Both his arms dipped under your body and in one swift motion he hoisted you upright against him, the motion shifting his cock inside you at an unbearable angle.

“I shouldn’t want this,” he panted, eyes wild as he watched the way his cock moved in and out of you, a mess of cum and wetness. “But I do. I wanna put a baby in you so fucking bad.”

“Oh my God—fuck, m’gonna cum—shitshitshit!” you cried, shaky fingers reaching between your bodies for your swollen clit and he moaned, guttural and loud, the sound echoing in the room as he sat you flush on his cock, bottoming out deep inside you with a pornographic wet sound. You could hardly breathe.

“You like that shit? Gonna cum from this?” Mark swatted your hand away and clutched you tighter against him 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.

“I could knock you up right now,” he panted, voice rough and desperate. “Tell me you want it— please, please, please, baby— let me cum in you…”

You were creaming all over him within minutes, moaning his name as his arms circled your body tight and he fucked up into you harder. “Fuuuuck, baby— yes, that’s it—” Mark groaned, nearly a scream, hot against your ear as his mouth licked hot and sloppy against your neck and cheek. “Cum for me— make me cum! Jesus, fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

“Wait— wait, Mark! I’m— it feels weird—fuck!” A hot gush of wetness left you with a scream and you jerked against him, his cock slipping out of you mid thrust.

“Holy shit,” you laughed, chest heaving and Mark pulled you into a kiss, whimpering against your mouth. “Do that again,” you panted.

“You’re insane,” he shook his head, face and neck flushed red, fingers trembling from just how fucking needy he was for you.

“Sit back,” you said to him, turning around and straddling him again, his arms wrapping you from behind and settling over your stomach, his chest pressed flush against your back.

“I think I’m gonna cum already,” Mark moaned, laughing against the back of your neck as you sank down on his cock, a filthy wet sound between you. He kissed along your shoulders as he leaned further back against the headboard, taking you with him.

“Hold it a little,” you sighed, as your hips circled his cock slowly at first and your toes curled at the feel of him.

“I’m trying— fuck, believe me—” he whimpered as you bucked your hips upward then ground down onto him again, the feel of your ass slamming against his hips sending shockwaves to his core.

His cock curved into you at an impossible angle in this position. “You’re so deep…” you moaned, pressing your hand atop his where he pressed his palm against your belly. “Can feel you all the way in here…”

“Don’t— shit, don’t say that,” Mark’s eyes rolled back and his brows knit tight from pleasure. Your thighs were spread wide over his legs as you ground up then down again with wet bounces, meeting his hard upwards thrusts as his balls slapped against your ass, chasing the precipice of the heat between you two.

You licked your lips mischievously, a hand reaching behind your head to tug his hair hard, forcing his gaze to you. “Why? Cause it’ll make you cum?” He moaned, open mouthed and high pitched, both hands moving up to squeeze your bouncing tits tight in his palms. “Look at me, baby... want you to cum in me…”

Mark groaned. “Christ, I’m so fucking close…” his hands gripped your hips as he started bouncing you on his cock, the filthy plap! plap! plap! drowning your cries of pleasure. “I’m so fucking deep in you, baby, it’s driving me crazy…”

“I love you— I missed you—” You whined.

“You’re gonna make me cum inside you,” he groaned, bouncing you faster, the tip of his cock gently kissing your cervix. “Please, can I? Fuck— baby, I need it… tell me you want me to.”

“Cum inside me, Mark... Please—”

He moaned so loud it sounded like a broken sob. “I wanna get you pregnant,” he growled, voice feral. “Wanna fill you up— can’t believe you’re letting me.”

His thrusts turned monstrous, banding an arm over your front and pinning you flush against him, stuck in place like a toy as he planted his feet flat on the sheets, bent his knees and fucked up into you like he’d never be able to fuck you again.

“It’s too much—” You squirmed, thighs shaking from too much stimulation but he relented, his other hand toying furiously with your clit, splashing your wetness all over.

“I know—” he whined, his cock swelling up inside you and throbbing with impending release. “I know, I know— but it feels too good— so fucking good… I can’t stop—”

“Mark!”

Your pussy clenched violently around him, creaming on his cock as you shook and cried and he fucked you through it, his balls tightening up as he looked down at the sight of his cock going in and out of you.

“Gonna give you a baby,,” he groaned like he'd been shot. “Wanna put my baby in you so bad. Fuuuuck— I’m cumming—I’m cumming inside you—!” He slammed in as deep as he could go, his cock twitching violently inside you as thick, heavy ropes of his cum filled you up. “Oh my God, baby— shit, I’m still cumming…”

Your head was spinning. “Mark…” You were still shaking and his eyes went wide, even as exhaustion gnawed at him.

“Shit… I’m sorry,” he whispered after a long moment, voice small again. He rolled you both onto your sides, a hand rubbing the edge of your hip as he kissed your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You hummed, still a little out of it, but still managing to turn your head and kiss him softly, slightly sore and fluttering around his cock.

Mark sighed into your mouth. “I… didn’t mean to spring all that on you like that…” he murmured. “It was a lot, I guess. I just… seeing that version of you messed me up.”

A little laugh left you, all hoarse and happy. “It’s okay,” you murmured, smiling. “It was kinda…fucking hot seeing you get like that.”

Mark let out a shy, embarrassed laugh and hid his face in your neck, cheeks burning red again. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

You stroked his hair through it, glowing and so full of him. “I love you too.”

There was a soft beat of silence between you two, and his lips brushed your neck as he whispered, “I’m glad there’s other versions of me that always choose you.”

🗒️ need that invincidihhhhhhhhhhh 😋😋😋

[sakunai]

i’m having lots of different feelings about the tim fic i’m writing right now but just in case the work ends up as 10k+ words of nonsense, let it be known that i said i see tim drake all over the poem ‘confession of a bird watcher’ by chard deniord, especially the last few lines :

‘I need you, which is to say, I’m sorry for my genius as the creature inside

who attracts you with seeds and watches you die against the window

I’ve built with the knowledge of its danger to you.

With a heart that rejects its reasons in favor of keeping what it wants :

the sight of you, the sight of you.’

[sakunai]

i LOVED your babs fic omg the world needs more barbara fics ur doing amazing work!!

hi nonnie omg thankyou so much !! 💗

i am a babs lover til the day i die that is my barbie girl and i absolutely do not play ab her... i swear ppl need to write ab her and helena more 😔 but i am glad to champion the #babsnation movement !!

[cherryvvave]

Can we talk about how much they whitewash talia???? Like bitch shes arab have u seen an arab white as a fucking chinese beauty standard???

okay i always think about this so i will rant under it!!

talia’s whitewashing have been a problem but i think the problem is not her having light skin, because arabs can be pale. pale skinned arabs do exist!! the problem with her skin color is that when she helps the plot in a good way, for example when she helps batman, she has pale skin. when she is a villain in the story she has darker skin. this is actually what disturbs me. not her having pale skin or dark skin, i am fine with both,, but i get sick when i see her skin color change according to when she is “good” or “evil”

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.

thank you for bringing this up i needed to yap about it

[sakunai]

this is exactly what i mean when i say people need to think critically, because along with dc’s disgusting history concerning their portrayal of non white characters (specifically arabs), at some point the people who see arabs as a monolith of ‘brown people in the desert’ must also re-examine how they help play into orientalist talking points like these that contribute to the ‘performatively brown’ discourse that characters like damian get dragged into all the time.

arabs can be pale. what they cannot do is shapeshift ten shades darker or lighter at any given moment just so a racist comic book writer can decide where to drop them on the spectrum between their dehumanizing fantasies of the evil irredeemable terrorist and the lily-white exotic love interest.

my good friend edward said talked about this lmao.

[sakunai]

MORE PR JAYYYY PLSSSS QUEEN

i really want to !! but guys pls suggest ideas i beg or give thoughts or something i’m in the trenches here

bc usually if i write two fics and 10 people say they want more of fic #1 but then one person says smth under fic #2 like “oh i would love more of this, what about... (insert thought)” the second fic is most likely to get a follow up and not the first 😭

not that i can GUARANTEE a follow up, but yeah... just help me out here y’all

[sakunai]

we actually need a summer fic for drisaku (+ naruto)

i hope u mean fem naruto bc why would a man be there and secondly you know how i feel ab sakura i’m not sharing . thirdly why are u exposing me on here no u will not get a selfship fic FREE ME U DEMON

[sakunai]

Please more Italian American Jason Todd..I’m on my hands and knees begging

the thing is i have no idea what else to write for italian jay ... guys im sorry LMAO the brainworms are failing me pls help !

[sakunai]

I love your blog !! tbh I think you’re so cool lol !!

I have a suggestion tho for Jason Todd. I’ve seen your Italian n Puerto Rican ones which r fabulous but I am personally an Asian Jason Todd believer bc I’m a nerd when it comes to dc comics i remember when Jason was trying to find his birth mother n they thought for a moment an Asian women (Lady Shiva) could be his birth mother which I thought that was perfect n I ran with it could you write one for Asian Jason Todd pls !! <3

(srry for the yapper suggestion)

OMGOMG wait i really do love this idea !! pls never apologize for yapping, that’s literally the whole point of my inbox i love hearing everything everyone has to say

BUT ! for asian jason i think i’d have to get feedback from everybody about what you would like to see specifically because writing asian-american jason would be vague and way too general without specifics yk?

(like writing an italian-american jason but not being specific to jersey-sicilian culture or writing latino jason but not being specific to pr) so i would love to know what everybody has in mind !!!

honestly i’m sooo curious bc this is my first time seeing someone have this hc i’m literally geeked ... a wasian jason truther could possibly be made out of me idk

[sakunai]

summer vacation w pr!bf jay 🤔💗

WAIT WAIT I LOVE THIS NONNIE plus i’ve been craving summer fics so bad.......

just thinking about planning for a little trip with him... or even spending a summer weekend in his neighborhood? yum ! i literally need to brainstorm more about this because i love this idea

[sakunai]

girlll ur theme is sooo teaaa it gives totally spies like 2000s girl cartoons like<3

this is the best compliment ever wtf?? thankyou sooo much i literally love totally spies ugh 💗💗

[sakunai]

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.

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

💻 : barbie barbie barbieee i love her so

[sakunai]

i had a vision

Oracle… whose gf is in the birds of prey… and they are on a mission away… and they miss each other… so basically phone (computer for oracle ig?) sex…

the images truly came to me like a vision

hi nonnie tysm for sending this in !! 💗

i kid you not i went crazy with this idea like... i LOVE writing babs so much 😋 i saw your vision and walked with you whew

so here’s phone sex with gf barbara !