#barbaraxreader

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Sequel for Barbara x reader at RTX?

“Do you want to come back to mine?” she suddenly asked.

You nearly choked on your drink, managing to swallow theliquid down “Tonight?”

“Yes tonight,” she replied, her hand slipping up yourthigh. You drained the rest of the glass and caught her hand under the table.

“Come on then,” you winked.

She pulled you away from the small booth the two of you occupiedand out of the door. The cool night air and busy street startled you, but Barbarapulled you along to a quiet corner where she managed to hail down a cab. Youclimbed in after her, she gave an address but you caught yourself staring ather. Flushed from the alcohol and sudden rush of cold air, hair swept back withone hand as the other looked through her bag for her purse.

You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled heragainst your side, kissing her neck and bare shoulder. She giggled and that encouragedyou to continue. You wanted to hear that sound even more, preferably with somebreathless moans too.

Your hand began to inch under her skirt but she grabbedit. Instead you caressed her knee as she whispered in your ear “When we get tomine.”

“Of course,” you replied, your kisses turn into nibblesand bites.

The ride seemed to take forever, you almost breathed asigh of relief as the cab stopped. You dug out your wallet and passed over cashas Barbara adjusted her skirt. You watched her slide out of the car, and couldn’thelp but bite your lip at her figure and what was to come.

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I did make a request but I hope you don’t mind if I ask for another. Could Barbara and the podcast crew be talking about some explicit stuff and the reader is trying her hardest to not look aroused as Barbara talks but of course they get caught.

Always happy to write more!

You held onto Barbara’s hand, but squeezed it tightly when she beganto mention how much she enjoyed oral sex from you. You agreed to be explicitand talk openly about your sex life with her on Always Open.

You bit your lip when she talked about her kinks, memoriesflooding back. You remembered her dressed as a school girl, tartan skirt slippingup her ass as you spanked her.

As your listened to an anecdote, your hand crept between Barbara’sthighs. You pushed up the skirt of her dress, and carefully stroked her overher panties. Within minutes you could feel her wetness begin to soak thefabric. She fidgeted and coughed back the moans.

“Y/N and Barb are blushing!” Lindsay called out. You shrunk even furtherinto your chair and quickly pulled your hand away as she winked at you.

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Hi hi. Can I request a small Drabble with Barbara and a reader who wears an eye patch for damage or something like that

“Right, you’re allowed 60 seconds to make pirate jokes. Go!” yousaid as you walked into the office.

“How do pirates prefer to communicate? Aye to aye!” Barbara calledout.

“Why is pirating so addictive? They say once you lose yer firsthand, your get hooked! Arrrrr!” mariel added. Barbara decided to ignore thetime limit until the groans became too much and she was having her own gigglingfit.

“But seriously, how did you hurt your eye?” Barbara asked.

“You have to promise to not make any pirate puns,” you warned.

“Yeah not gonna happen,” she admitted.

You sighed and explained “I was building a bookcase and a bunch ofbooks fell out and hit me in the face. You got nothing?”

“Nothing!” she smiled, heading back to her desk “Hey Y/N! Why doesit take pirates so long to learn the alphabet? Because they can spend years atC!”

“Shut up Barb!” the entire office shouted back.

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Can I ask for something fluffy with Barbara always stealing the readers beanie hat and the reader getting playfully annoyed but not really and just steals it back most the time

“Barb is that my hat?” you asked, as she pulled on a beanie andchecked herself in the mirror.

“No,” she lied with a cheeky wink. She always looked so good inthem, and you knew when you finally gotthem back, they would smell of her.

You tried to pull it off her head but she dodged out of the way “Howdare you steal from me!” you said with a pantomime gasp.

“You haven’t complained about it before,” she laughed, slipping outof your reach again.

You managed to catch her wrist and pull her close to you “We’re goingto be late,” she warned.

“Don’t try and wiggle out of it.”

You reached up and kissed her, your free hand slipped up her backand played with her hair, enjoying the tiny moans that escaped her lips.

When you deemed her to be distracted enough, your hand crepthigher and pulled the hat off. She immediately noticed the removal and steppedaway from your embrace, rummaging around in her bag and pulled on anotherbeanie. All you could do was sigh when you recognised her replacement hat asone of yours.

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I like that solder reader x Barbara you did awhile ago. Can I request the same relationship but the reader is public war hero or something. Love you

I’m so glad you liked it! I hope you enjoy this one too - P

“For bravery in the line of duty, and saving the lives of soldiersand civilians alike, without discrimination, they treated everyone, we presentthis medal to Capitan Y/N,” the general announced. During the full speech youreyes were on Barbara, dressed in a 50s dress, she surprised you when she chosethat look.  Nevertheless, she lookedperfect. She gave you the confidence to stand tall and be proud of yourself.

Cheers erupted as you stepped forward for your medal to be pinnedon you. You shook countless hands after the ceremony, a gorgeous blonde womanon your arm at all times “Did I get the chance to tell you that you lookstunning?” you said to her, the moment you had some alone time.

“Only about 100 times before we left,” she smiled before someoneelse congratulated you.

“God I just wish I could have some privacy with you…take of thosepantyhose and push up your skirt,” you whispered. Barbara cautiously pulled upher dress to reveal she was wearing stockings and suspenders “You minx!”

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Can I request a blurb for BarbaraD with the reader being another Internet personality and the two frequently interact over social media and eventually agree to meet up at RTX. But neither now the other secretly has a crush on the other one. Sorry if this is confusing

You found yourself checking Barbara’s social media accounts at leastevery morning and every night. A compliment on her dress had lead to a fullevening of talking and joking online until you had to call it a night.

You told a friend about the feelings you had started to develop for herand it was only confirmed when you were invited as a guest to RTX. Thebutterflies in your stomach knowing the two of you would meet after monthsdominated your thoughts until the event.

Barbara invited you over to herhotel room the moment she found out you had landed in Austin. You shakilyknocked on the door, bottle of champagne in hand. Might as well celebrate?Although the temptation to start swigging from the bottle was niggling at you.

The door swung open. She was even more beautiful in real life. Your jawnearly dropped open as you tried to form words “Y/N!” Barbara shouted out,pulling you into a hug.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe we’re both here,” you laughed.

“I’ve been counting down the days…and hours,” she winked, taking thebottle from your hands. She chuckled and pulled an identical bottle from a bucketof ice “Great mind think a like!”

All you could do was chuckle as you watched her open the cold bottleand pour two glasses. She handed you a full glass and raised hers to cheerseach other. She was so close you could feel her breath on yours.

Once one glass was finished, Barbara excused herself to go to thebathroom. You wandered around aimlessly until her phone buzzed. One messagecaught your eye:

Tell Y/N you like them! Yourcrush is way too obvious.

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Can I request something where the reader falls asleep on Barbara and someone takes a photo of it and posts it online, and soon the entire internet is chatting about it.

The jetlag was killing you. You were trying to enjoy the trip and Australia’sRTX but you were constantly exhausted. The girls were getting ready to go out andBarbara had convinced you to come along to join them with getting ready.

You found yourself laying on the bed with your head in her lap. Thewarm room and low chatter sent you into a lull and within minutes you were asleep.

The next morning, you were greeted to an explosion of Twitternotifications. Your hungover head was pounded but you were determined to findout what you had done last night. You breathed a sigh of relief when theactivity had come from a picture of you asleep in Barbara’s lap. Nothing embarrassingthen. However, you didn’t expect the reaction from fans who called it a ‘cutenessoverload’.

A knock at the door startled you, and you forced yourself out of bed “Morningsleepyhead,” Barbara greeted.

“Seen Twitter?” you asked. She nodded and you let her into your hotelroom.

“You’ve got to admit, this is cute,” she said, showing you a piece offanart that replicated the photo.

“I’ve got an idea,” you smirked, reading through the comments.

The next Tweet to attract the internet was one of you and Barbara inbed spooning and barely dressed which generated even more comments andtheories.

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If you do smut, something with Barb if you want to?

“Come on!” you giggled, grabbing Barb’s hand and running for theelevator before it closed.

The elevator was empty apart from the two of you after the second floorwhere Barb collapsed into laughter “I still can’t believe you did that to getthat guy off my back!” You recalled back to earlier that evening, where Barbmade ‘help me’ eyes at you from across the bar. You slid over confidently (afteryour third drink), kissed her and asked who was chatting up her ‘girlfriend’.

“I hope you didn’t mind, I’m sorry about springing it on you.”

“Umm…I actually kinda enjoyed it,” Barbara said, suddenly looking downat her feet.

A heavy silence fell until you found the courage to ask “Do you want meto kiss you again?”

You didn’t need a vocal answer, the pleading look in her eyes saideverything. You cautiously placed your hands on her waist and pulled her inclose. At first you kissed her gently, fearful she would step back. Instead,Barb deepened the kiss, her hands entwined in your hair.

The softness of her lips, the warmth of her body against yours, thetiny moans and sighs that left her mouth. You wanted even more.

The elevator dinged as itreached your level. You grabbed Barb’s hand and pulled her out of the tiny space“Stay with me tonight?” you almost begged.

“Of course,” she nodded.