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Absolute Rockstars! Awesome work by Emmanuel Gervasoni!

[willgrahamsbigfish]

THIS IS WHAT IM GOING TO DO TO YOU IF I KEEP SEEING YOU PUT ‘x Reader’ UNDER YOUR, OC X CHARACTER FIC!!!

I do NOT CARE for skinny, blonde haired, 5 foot tall, Emily- who has the biggest tits, and ass, with little to no waist!!! It’s ME who wants to kiss, cuddle, and hold the character!!! I AM THE STORY!! NOT EMILY!!!

[pinkcanaryy]

"Lift your hips"

DC mommies women x pillow princess! reader smut

Summary: Your girlfriend is fed up of you always teasing her, and not putting in much work during sex.

tags: Fingering, oral, scissoring, fingers down your throat, hair pulling, overstimulation, etc.

A/n: Not doing a men ver :p Pillow princess is a queer term. I can do a part 2 with more women though.

DIANA PRINCE

Would play into what you want, she'd never refuse you

"You're moving a little slow tonight, Princess. Don't tell me you’re intimidated by me," you teased, sticking your tongue out

Diana laughed, her lips parting to capture your tongue making you gag as she pulled at it with her teeth. She crawled closer over you. 

"Intimidated?" Diana purred, pulling away, her voice dropping into something dark and dangerously sweet. She leaned down, planting her forearms on either side of your head, pinning you beneath her warm weight. "My sweet, arrogant girl. You truly think you're testing me?"

"I'm just saying," you whispered, nipping playfully at her lower lip. "I have no intention of putting in any work tonight. If you want me, you have to do everything."

A smile spread across her lips. "You want to be completely useless for me? You want to lie there like the spoiled thing you are while I worship every inch of your body?"

She slid a hand down your stomach, her calloused palm warming up your skin, before her fingers sank effortlessly into the drenched heat between your thighs. You gasped, your eyes fighting the urge to roll back. Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing as she curled her fingers.

"Look at you," Diana coaxed dirty against your ear, her thumb grinding hard into your clit while two fingers stroked deep inside you. "You talk such a big game, but your pussy is already dripping all over my hand. You’re practically begging me to take over."

"Diana—"

"Shh, no," Diana interrupted smoothly, "Don't lift a finger, darling. You said you wanted to be lazy, didn't you? So just lie back and let me turn you into an absolute mess."

She dropped her head between your legs without another word. Her tongue flattened against your clit, taking long, slick, filthy strokes while her fingers worked inside you at a ruthless rhythm. 

You tried to arch your hips up to meet her, but Diana casually planted a heavy hand on your thigh, pinning you flat against the bed.

"Ah-ah," Diana tutted against your pussy  "Stay still. You don’t like to put in the work, right? So you take what I give you”

She picked up the pace, her tongue lashing your clit with harsher precision while her fingers drove deep, hooking against your sweet spot until you were squirming beneath her grip.

"That's it," Diana encouraged, looking up at you through her dark lashes, her chin glistening with your slick. "Look at me while I make you come. Lie there looking pretty and cum all over my mouth, you filthy little tease."

You gripped the sheets, your head lolling back as you screamed “Diana! Diana, please! Babe!” as you came all over her mouth. Diana rode out every wave, sucking your clit hard into her mouth and lapping up every drop of your release until you were overstimulated and teary-eyed and thoroughly subdued.

Slowly, Diana sat back on her heels. She casually dragged two fingers across her wet lips, licking them clean with a dark, triumphant smirk.

She leaned up, pressing a tender, sweet kiss to your flushed forehead while you lay there panting.

"There now," Diana whispered playfully, her thumb gently tracing your lower lip. "Was that lazy enough for you, my sweet brat? Or do I need to serve you again?"

“That’s how it always should be,” you hummed, despite yourself.

SELINA KYLE

Absolutely not having it, she'll make you work for it

Selina stood at the foot of the bed, slowly peeling off her leather gloves. Her green eyes tracked the pretty black lace set, a dangerous smile playing on her lips.

"You look stunning, darling girl," Selina purred, as she crawled onto the mattress, moving with the grace of a predator. She hovered over you, her cool fingertips tracing the delicate lace over your hip, snapping the waistband of your thong against your skin. "A pretty picture of luxury."

"I know," you drawled. You kept your hands resting lazily behind your head, making no effort to touch her. "And since I put so much effort into looking this pretty for you, I think I've done my part for the night. The rest is up to you, Kyle."

Selina let out a breathless laugh against your neck, her hand sliding up your thigh to slip beneath the damp lace of your thong. Her long nails scraped lightly over your sensitive skin, making you gasp softly, your thighs parting wider in eager invitation.

"Is that so?" Selina whispered, her thumb brushing over your swollen clit. She sank two fingers deep inside you in one swift, agonizingly slick motion, making your hips twitch helplessly against the mattress. "You just want to lie there like a little trophy while I do all the dirty work?"

"Mmm, exactly," you gasped out, a smug smile tugging at your lips even as her fingers started a slow rhythm that had your breath hitching. "You love—ah~ taking what's yours, don't—nngh~you? So take it."

"Oh, sweetheart," Selina chuckled, her eyes flashing with malice. "You've got me all wrong. I love stealing things, but I never give handouts."

Before you could process her words, Selina’s fingers pulled completely out of your pussy with a wet, squelching sound. You let out an embarrassed, desperate whine at the sudden loss, your hands instantly flying down to grab her wrist. "Hey! What are you—"

In one swift movement, Selina grabbed you by the waist and flipped you onto your hands and knees. You barely had time to register the sudden shift before she seized your hips from behind, hauling you backward until your dripping cunt was pressed right against her thigh, your lace panties shoved recklessly to the side.

"Selina!" you gasped, your face flushing bright red from humiliation and the sudden new pulse of arousal between your legs. "I said I wanted to lie down!"

"And I said no handouts," Selina purred darkly, sucking a hickey onto the curve where your neck met your shoulder. She slid her fingers back inside you from behind, driving them in deep while her thumb ground mercilessly into your clit. "Look at you. Absolutely drenched, squirming like a little worm, and you still think you get to dictate terms?"

"You're a —mmm— jerk," you choked out, your hands clutching the tangled sheets in front of you. The angle was delicious, every thrust of her fingers hitting your sweet spot so directly that your knees felt like they were going to buckle. "I was –ahh~ comfortable!"

"You were being a spoiled brat," Selina corrected smoothly, her hot breath fanning over your burning ear as she sped up her rhythm, dragging her nails lightly down your spine. "If you want that pussy ruined tonight, you're going to have to work for it. Ride my hand, baby. Take what you want, or I stop right now."

"You wouldn't dare," you snapped, turning your head to glare at her despite being desperate.

Selina simply stopped moving her hand entirely, leaving her fingers buried deep inside your pussy. She flashed you a quick smirk. "Try me."

A furious whimper escaped your lips. "God, I hate you," you huffed, your cheeks burning hotter than ever. Driven by need, you rolled your hips back against her hand, forcing her fingers deeper into yourself.

"That's it," Selina cooed dirty, her tone dripping with playful triumph as she met your needy rolls with relentless counter-pressure. "Look at my pretty princess, working so hard for her pleasure. Good girl.”

This was humiliating. You’d never put in this much work your whole life. But fuck, you were so close. You ground your hips back against her with frantic speed, your screams muffled by Selina as she used her spare hand to shove two fingers into your mouth as you came.

Selina held you tight through it, laughing softly against your ear as she finally let you collapse back flat onto your stomach, completely spent and flushed.

"See?" Selina whispered tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to your sweat-slicked shoulder as she slowly slid her shiny fingers free, licking them while locking eyes with you "Isn't it so much more satisfying when you actually earn it?"

“Not really,” you shook your head “Now that I worked hard can I have a free handout?” you started, earning a slap to your ass.

TALIA AL GHUL

you're punished for it

"You look very pleased with yourself," Talia noted, her voice calm. She unfastened her silk robe, letting it pool around her ankles as she braided her hair to the side.

"I'm comfortable," you purred, "And I don't feel like moving tonight, Talia. So if you want me, you'll just have to do all the work."

Talia let out an imperceptible scoff. "You mistake my indulgence for weakness, my love. I am no servant to be commanded by a spoiled girl who refuses to move."

She stepped onto the divan, straddling your left thigh, her weight pinning you down. Before you could even process her posture, she gripped your right leg by the knee and hauled it wide, hiking it up over her shoulder. She aligned her cunt directly over yours.

"Talia wait, what are you—"

"Darling, Silence," Talia commanded firmly, her tone leaving zero room for argument. "You wish to lie on your back and do nothing? Then you will lie there and take every second of what I give you."

She brought her hips down hard, grinding her slick pussy directly against yours. The friction was immediate.

"Oh, fuck," you choked out, your confident facade instantly crumbling, arms immediately wrapping around her neck. You tried to shift your hips, to find a rhythm, but Talia’s hand clamped down hard on your hipbone, locking you completely flush against the mattress.

"Do not move," Talia ordered, she moaned right into your ear as she established a relentless pace. She moved her hips in punishing circles, grinding her dripping pussy over yours. "You said you wanted to lie still. So lie still and let me take you."

"Talia, please! it's too fast!" you gasped, your fingers digging helplessly into the warm skin of her back. 

"You will stay right here," she declared, her eyes burning with intensity as she picked up the speed, her breath hitching rhythmically while she rode your cunt without mercy for what felt like an hour "Look at me. Look at what happens when you attempt to play games with me."

The wet slapping sound of your bodies clashing filled the room. The pleasure was so sharp that you could barely form words. You screamed as an orgasm tore through you, your hips shuddering uselessly against her unyielding weight. But Talia didn't stop.

As the first wave of your release crested, she continued to grind her  pussy directly into your hyper-sensitive clit, driving straight through your orgasm into agonizing overstimulation.

"Talia! Stop, stop!I'm done, I came!" you sobbed out, tears springing to your eyes as the pleasure turned painful. You tried to pull away, but her grip on your hip was a vice, holding you pinned beneath her.

"I did not say you were finished," Talia whispered harshly, moaning as she pressed harder, her own orgasm building rapidly. "You will lie there, and take every drop of my pleasure, just as you demanded."

"It's too much!" you argued, squirming desperately beneath her.

"Stay still," she commanded, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it up to meet your teary eyes. She drove her hips down with one final roll, her body locking up as she came all over your cunt and hips. 

When she finally pulled back, resting her weight on her elbows above you, you were a mess on the cushions. Thoroughly wrecked and hyperventilating.

Talia looked down at your ruined face, an utterly dark smile curving her lips as she lightly traced your lower lip with her thumb.

"There," Talia cooed softly, her voice returning to its usual tone. "You didn't have to lift a finger. Was that to your liking, my sweet?"

“I’m mad at you,” you huffed, flicking her forehead.

A/n: my legs divorced when I first saw talia /j

[itsalbir]

SixFanarts - 7/6!!!!

Figs, cherries, bright colored glasses and star shaped earrings, you know, the usual Donna Troy and Starfire date.

[gothamorphosis]

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Or: how you meet Diana of Themyscira

Warnings: Fluffy, reader knows who Diana is before they properly meet and is down bad for her // Part of the 𝐖𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 (…𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?) series, which means it's fem!reader (use of she/her). Not necessarily afab!

Morph’s thoughts: Blacked out and wrote this whole thing in one sitting, like always i hope i'm actually getting Diana right, feedback is welcome <3

When Clark had promised he'd get you a good testimony for your cover about the Justice League's latest world-saving mission, you'd expected him to be the one knocking on your apartment door. He'd usually come in, glasses off and takeout bag in his hand, ready to fully let out the Superman persona and clarify as many of the events as safely possible.

Perhaps you could have expected someone like his Ma or his equally-super-powered cousin, given that they had somehow ended up involved in the whole mess. People who had offered their outlook into the superhero world to you a couple of times before. All under Clark's seal of approval, of course.

What you definitely hadn't expected was this. Making eye contact with a set of —surprisingly well defined, even through the short-sleeved tee— shoulders and luscious dark curls. It was almost in slow motion, the way your head tilted back progressively until your eyes met a pair of awaiting blues. A smile formed on her plushy lips way sooner than you were ready for, her hand extending in greeting. "I am Diana, you must be Clark's friend? For the interview."

You nod your head and shake her warm —and definitely bigger than yours— hand for a little longer than necessary, taking the chance to reboot your brain before you're finally saying your name in return and moving to the side to let her in. "The couch will work just fine," you almost trip over the coffee table as you guide her. "Anything to drink?"

"Oh, so kind of you. Just water will suffice," another one of those smiles that make you feel like your brain has turned off. And it must have, because you're nodding for too long again before letting out a mutter of «Oh, water. Right.» before finally fetching it for her.

Alone in the kitchen, you cease the opportunity to take a couple breaths and splash a bit of cold water on your face. You were a journalist, a damn good one at that, just because you were interviewing a pretty woman —a full on Amazonian warrior princess at that— didn't mean you couldn't stay professional. Right before you made your way back, before you slipped the mask of experience and seriousness back on, you made sure to text Clark cursing him for not telling you in advance so you could tidy the house and dress up a little more.

She was by your bookcase when you returned, accepting the offered glass and complimenting your collection before sitting back on the couch. "Should we start then?"

After that, the interview had gone surprisingly well. Her language had been much more precise and her tone more professional than your usual sessions with Clark tended to be, closer to what you'd imagined their League meetings to be, rather than the explanation they'd give an outsider. Even then, she'd been warm and welcoming the whole time, even when having to refuse certain questions —something you were used to dealing with by now—, Diana would always seem to look for an alternate answer that would give you a little more information without ever getting close to too much.

By the hour mark, your conversation and questions had started to derail, not staying on the mission, but rather encompassing a bigger conversation about duty and meaning behind being a superhero and a journalist. From there you'd just kept on talking, not even realising the way the sun went down behind the city skyline. The tape recorder long turned off by the time you'd ended up on opposite sides of the same couch, anecdotes about the more human side of your lives being shared over a glass of wine that had come out after she'd finished her water.

The ding on your phone —a text from Clark you'd immediately swiped off your screen— had been the thing to pop the bubble that had formed around you two. Only then had you noticed, the way Diana's arm slung over the back of the couch, her hand subtly resting on your shoulder; and the proximity, how there wasn't even a full cushion left between the both of you, your legs almost pressed up to the side of hers.

Her eyes had dropped for a moment, focused on the shiny gloss on your lips, but she had pulled back quickly after, downing the bit of wine left on her glass before she stretched her muscles. "Well, i believe that should be enough information for a magnificent piece."

You nodded a bit, busying yourself with closing your notes and picking up the now-empty glasses before you could look back at her, "No, yeah— Yes. Totally, that was great." You'd gotten up at the same time she had, the quick movement making you momentarily dizzy, the trepidation only seeming to become sharper when her hands held onto your waist to keep you upright.

"I'm okay—" Saying it came out rushed would be an understatement. "I'm fine, just… Might have a bit of low iron, you know?" A nervous little laugh leaves you, but your smile seems to be enough to convince her. "Let me just… I'll walk you to the door."

Leaving the glasses back on the coffee table, you boldly take the chance to put your hand on her lower back as you guide her through the short walk back to the front door. "I just wanted to- Thank you. That was an incredible interview and it'll be an even more amazing cover."

It should be studied, the way a little upturn of her lips could make you feel like a swarm of butterflies had spawned in your stomach. "It was my pleasure. We should extend an invitation to you for our mission debriefs, you come up with really good questions."

A small flustered laugh leaves you, melting into a beautiful melody when it mixes with hers. Unsure of what to say next, you open the door, lingering by it. "I guess I'll see you around, then."

Diana nods, looking towards the elevator before turning her head back to your. "I guess so." There's a little wave shared between you two, and then she's moving to press the down-facing arrow, turning back to see you still at your door.

A couple more seconds go past, and before the elevator door can ding open, she's back at your door. "You know, if you ever need to interview a hero again and you want to ad a new perspective— Or if maybe Clark can't do it, for whatever reason… Well, i was just thinking, we could interchange phone numbers…?"

Her words have a tapered off ending to them, like she'd run out of breath before she could really let them out. Although, if she had been the one to speak, you didn't fully understand why your lungs felt like they were being held tight.

Nodding your head, you reached out to pick up the offered device, mindlessly typing the digits in before returning it. The butterflies returned with her smile, and the lack of air turned into almost passing out when she leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Thank you, pretty girl."

Before you could catch your breath, she was already gone, elevator long forgotten on your floor as she'd fled through the staircase just to the left of it. With a hand reaching up, fingers lightly caressing where you could still feel the press of her lips to your skin, you'd manage to close the door and make your way back to the couch.

Your phone dinged again, a cute greeting sent by Diana so you could add her number to your contact list. However, that wasn't what caught your attention, it was Clark's message that you had chosen to ignore earlier.

«You're welcome for that. How was the date anyway? ;)»

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Send Me Out

Diana of Themyscira x Fem(me)!Reader > 2,522K Words

tags: friends to lovers, dry humping, counter sex, comfort sex, reader is nervous, lesbian sex, just smut lowkey, reader has curly/coily hair

synopsis: Diana is representing Themyscira at a conference and she asks you of all people to accompany her. On her way to pick you up, you let nerves get the best of you.

You put your earrings on in the mirror, trying to ignore the prickling in your stomach. Diana was on her way and you still don’t know why she asked you to be her plus-one at a diplomatic conference, one of which she was representing her people of Themyscira. You knew it was important to her and there’s no use in passing up free drinks and time with your best friend, but surely one of her colleagues or sisters ought to have been a more acceptable choice. You check yourself frantically, wondering if your dress was appropriate. You pick your hair, attempting to fluff it out. You check your face, wondering if your makeup was too much– or too little. 

A knock at the door takes you out of your ruminating thoughts. As you walk towards the door, you take a quick moment to adjust yourself. When you open the door, you’re greeted with Diana in a fitted tuxedo, her long curls elegantly pulled back into a bun. Your stomach churns again, but for different reason this time. She immediately smiles upon seeing you, and before you know it, her arms are outstretched as she takes a step towards you for a hug. 

“It’s good to see you.” Diana says, her hands rubbing over your back. You breathe in her scent, earthy and sweet. 

She follows you inside, she stops and leans in the doorway of your bathroom while you go back to fixing yourself up. 

Diana crosses her arms, “Are you ready to go?” 

You check the time on your phone. 8:19. 

“I thought it didn’t start til 9?” You ask in a fruitless attempt to sound calm. You start moving faster, the last thing you wanted was making Diana late. 

“No, it does I just-” She pauses, cocking an eyebrow at your obvious anxiety that was practically emanating off of you. Diana speaks softly, “Hey…” 

“What’s wrong?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. She steps closer to you. 

“Nothing.” You croak, feigning normalcy, your voice betraying you instantly. Diana chuckles in response. 

“You’re frantic. And quiet.” She observes, her voice tentative. “I’m used to you ready to talk my ear off.” 

You pinch her arm, “Shut up.” Diana giggles, nudging you back. She moves closer, standing behind you in the mirror. 

“I’m serious though…” She pauses, “Are you nervous about tonight?” 

You sigh, your shoulders slumping. You meet her gaze reluctantly. “I’m not– it’s not–” You stammer, the words not finding you yet, knowing Diana was not going to let up anytime soon. She raises a skeptical eyebrow, her lips curling into a small smirk. “Oh really?” She asks tenaciously, not believing you one bit. “Are you sure?” She says, her voice still full with skepticism. 

“It’s just… It’s such an important event.” You explain, accepting defeat. “Important people from all over– I don’t even know what to say to them! I mean I’m happy to go, but surely one of your hero friends or something would have been…” You trail off, feeling a little bad about that last part. 

Her expression softens into something more understanding. She sighs ever so softly before speaking her next words carefully. “First of all,” She pauses, “You don’t have to say anything you wouldn’t normally say. Just be yourself.” You scoff. 

“Secondly,” Diana says, “I invited you because I trust you– a lot more than them.” She speaks earnestly. You meet her gaze in the mirror, her eyes never straying from you. You feel your stomach stir at her words. “It is important. That’s why I wanted you by my side.” You don’t respond at first. The moment is sweet and vulnerable, in her attempts to comfort you she admits that she trusts you, that she wants you to be there. Your nerves about the conference are replaced with something more unfamiliar. Something you’ve been trying to ignore. 

“What if I do something stupid?” You ask, tone only partially serious. 

Diana smiles amusedly. “Then don’t.” She retorts sarcastically. 

You let out a sigh, shaking your head in feigned exasperation. Diana is standing unruly close behind you, her body heat radiating against your back, causing a whirlwind of sensations to wash over you, your head spinning. Her previous comfort to you and mere presence making you dizzy. And the way she looks in a suit, well… it's not exactly helping matters either.

“Look at me.” She whispers, her voice clear and firm in your ear. She moves closer, if that was even possible, her gaze fixed on yours through the reflection. 

“I think you’re in your head…” Diana says softly. 

She pauses for a moment, taking in your expression, trying to get a read on you. “Look at yourself.” She adds. You watch her eyes roam over your face and over your body. You almost felt faint, not believing your predicament one bit.  “You look absolutely stunning.” Diana says, her voice lacking its usual sternness. “You’re sharp. You look good. And you’re more than capable.” 

You smile sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you…” 

She reaches a hand up and gently adjusts your curls for you, her touch tender. Careful. You feel a sense of comfort, yet there's also a cautiousness in the air. You realize this is probably the closest she has ever been to you, her presence both comforting and overwhelming in equal measure. Her eyes never left yours, focusing on your gaze and your gaze only through the mirror.  

In a delicate, almost ghost-like manner, Diana moves her hand from your hair to your hip, her fingers hovering just above your skin, not quite making contact. She lifts her gaze to meet yours, her eyes questioning, seeking approval, asking yours if they knew a boundary was getting crossed. Your stomach flutters involuntarily in response, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through you.

“Just stick by me tonight…” Diana whispers. Her hand finally making contact with your hip, her touch excruciatingly gentle. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure of it.” She speaks, her voice low and soft in your ear. 

Your breath quickens involuntarily. Shit. 

There was no putting up a front now, Diana’s breath is warm against your neck and her hand is resting on your hip. You felt your heart practically beating out of your chest. Diana immediately notices your change in demeanor, the way your chest heaved ever so slightly. She doesn’t pull away though, instead she presses against you fully, the hand on your hip pulling you closer. You shift your head so that your neck is slightly exposed for her. For no reason…

Her grip on your hip tightens, her fingers dipping into your skin through the dress. She leans forward, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice a soft, airy whisper in your ear, “Relax… I’ve got you.”  

Diana could probably feel the tension in your body, the way you were trying to hold yourself together so firmly. 

“What is this, huh?” You whisper back.

On the contrary to your question, there’s a thick, underlying tension between the two of you. An unspoken amperage crackling in the air. A tension that’s familiar and new simultaneously. Familiar because of the history between you two, yet undiscovered. She leans closer, her free hand joining your other hip. Her voice is low, almost sinful in your ear. “You know exactly what it is.” She murmurs. You bite your bottom lip at her words, affecting you more than you intended. 

Diana senses that you are still tense, she lets out a soft sigh, tinged with a hint of frustration. "Relax," she repeats, her voice now firm and almost commanding. You release the breath you didn't realize you were holding, as your body eases against her touch. Almost instinctively. You can practically feel the warmth of her grin against your neck. 

You press back against her slightly and Diana’s breath hitches momentarily, a jolt of electricity running through you at the unexpected, yet not unwelcome sensation of your body against hers. She doesn’t pull away though, instead letting you press against her even more. Her arms snake around your waist and pull you closer. She looks at you through the mirror, her voice low and sultry in your ear. “Much better,” she whispers. 

Diana’s body is so warm against yours, her arms completely encircled around your waist. Her chest strong and flush against your back. She’s so close that you can hear her breathing and every faint sound she’s been making. You can smell her shampoo and the smell of her skin. Your head swims. It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming even. You struggle to think about much else but her, with you, right now. 

You whine softly. “God, Diana…” 

The use of her name breathless on your lips had clear effect on her. Her eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a shaky exhale only for you to hear. Her mask falters a bit, her fingers digging into your hips again. 

“Say it again. Say my name again.” She whispers, low and hot. 

“Make me.” You retort, wanting some of your control back. 

Diana's reaction is instantaneous, her grip on your hips tightening as she presses you against the bathroom counter. Her body entraps you, and you feel her hips jerk involuntarily against your ass, a natural reflex. She repeats her order, her voice thick with demand, "Again." The air is heavy with tension, as her tone leaves no room for argument. 

As you moan involuntarily at the sudden contact, your body happens to crave more of it. You resist the urge to give in just yet, teasing her with a breathy challenge. "Harder," you taunt, your face almost pressed against the cool surface of your bathroom mirror. "Like you mean it."

Diana barely contains a laugh at your audacity, but she has no time to waste on quips. Instead, she responds with a guttural moan, her hips moving with more deliberate purpose, grinding against you. She leans down, pressing her body against your back, her hand finding its way to your throat, gripping it firmly. She holds you there, her breath hot in your ear as she moans, for you and you alone. 

The sensations overwhelm you, and you surrender. To her. 

“Diana, baby. Please.” you plead. You whine as she continues to grind against the curve of your ass, the clothed motion feeling so perverted yet so right. So intimate. Your head is spinning with need, and you gasp out, "More…" You whisper, voice desperate and ragged. 

She obeys without a second thought, her hand sliding up your side and finding your breast. She cups it and squeezes it firmly, her hips rocking against you with a little more haste. Diana moans, “Your ass… so perfect.” 

"Your body in this dress too," Diana moans, her voice thick with desire. "God, I've been thinking about doing this since the moment I walked in. " You gasp in response, the thought of her wanting you as much as you desire her sending waves of pleasure through you. You take the hand kneading at your tit and guide it to your clothed crotch. You hear Diana’s breath hitch once more. 

You keep her hand there firm in place as you grind against it, her fingers cupping over the outline of your pussy through your dress. You hold your hand over hers, wanting to feel the veins in her hand as your clothed clit rocked against her fingers. When you moved backwards you were still met with Diana’s eager, gyrating hips. The double sensations making you moan out wantonly. It being so much, but still feeling like not enough. You would ask for more, but you forgot the two of you had prior obligations, lost in the heat of the moment.

Diana peppers kisses along the side of your throat and face, soft and tender, her desire for you prevalent in every kiss. Her grip on your neck is firm as she holds you in place possessively. Her touch is a stark contrast to the eager motion of your body rutting against her hand and her hips that were practically slamming into you now. 

You felt a beam of heat coil in your gut, just needing a little more. And then some. You breathe out, throwing your head back against Diana’s chest.  

“I’m so close.” You gasp into a moan, your body becoming overwhelmingly aware of all the sensations she’s giving you. 

Diana’s gaze snaps up to look at you through the mirror, wanting to see your face when you cum for her. She runs her nose along your neck, her breath hot against your skin. “That’s right,” She whispers, her voice hoarse in your ear, “Let go for me.” 

She’s losing her composure herself, her own breathing becoming ragged as she intensifies her ministrations. You whimper shamelessly. She bites down on the shell of your ear as she murmurs, her voice thick with desire, "You're so beautiful. So good for me." Then, in a hushed tone, she confesses, "I want to hear those gorgeous sounds when you cum.”

Diana's gaze is burning in the mirror, her eyes locking onto yours as she grips your face and forces you to maintain eye contact. You’ve never seen her look at you like this before– her gaze is low and seductive, filled with pure need. 

You gasp as the orgasm washes over you, your body going rigid with pleasure. Diana continues kissing your neck, her words a sweet, incoherent mix of whispers and soft nothings. Her kiss is tender as you begin to tremble, and her body is there to support you against the counter. You slump against the surface, Diana's chest follows, hovering above you as her breathing intermingles with yours. The bathroom creating an echo of soft moans and ragged breaths, resonating in the empty space.

She moves the coils by your ear and whispers softly, “Can you stand?” 

After regaining composure you stand up and turn around to face Diana, leaning against the counter. Her eyes, once filled with a preyful spark, are now softer, more vulnerable. Her gaze flicks down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, a clear message dancing in her gaze.

"I really want to kiss you," Diana admits, and you don't hesitate closing the already small gap between you two. Diana doesn’t hesitate with deepening the kiss, her mouth captures your bottom lip, lewdly sucking it in and out, the kiss slow and sloppy, filled with words left unspoken. Your hands roam instinctively, grasping at each other, seeking contact, as soft whimpers escape both of you.

Diana pulls back from the kiss, albeit reluctantly. She proceeds to smooth out your dress and adjust your hair again, taking a silent responsibility for the disarray. You return the favor, fixing her collar and gently tucking any loose curls back into her bun. A shared sense of giddiness fills the air, and as you lock eyes once again, you can't help the joint saccharine smile that you two shared.

"Now, are you ready to go?"

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Women in love

Talia Al Ghul x fem!Reader

summary: Soft and steamy mornings with Talia.

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, oral (reader receiving), pussydrunk, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fluff, mouth-finger combo, not proof read

A/N: I used google translate for the arabic parts. If you see something that doesn’t make sense, please feel free to let me know the correct translation of the words.

The morning light spilled through the curtains in pale golden strips, painting the room in warmth. You should have gotten up already. Instead, you remained exactly where you were.

Talia lays beside you, one arm tucked beneath her head, dark hair spread across the pillow, and the other arm was around your waist. For once, there was no mission waiting, no interruptions and no reason to leave the comfort of the bed.

You felt Talia watching you before you opened your eyes.

“Good morning.” you murmured sleepily.

“Is it a good morning eazizi?” (my dear) Talia hummed softly. A smile tugged at your lips at her response.

You cracked one eye open and she was already looking at you.

“That’s a little dramatic.”

“Perhaps.” Her voice was rough with sleep, but softer than usual. The sound sent a strange warmth through your chest.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Talia reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. The gesture was simple and it’s not like it’s the first time she did it. Yet it made your breath catch.

Her gaze lingered at your face with so much love, you felt it in your heart.

“You are staring again.” you said quietly.

“And yet you haven’t told me to stop.” A faint smile appeared on her lips. The teasing remark left the air between you charged. You suddenly became very aware of how close she was. You could feel the warmth of her body and the steady rise and fall of her breathing. The way her eyes flicked briefly to your mouth before returning to your gaze.

“You know,” Talia said softly, her fingers tracing absent patterns against your arm. “most people find me intimidating.”

You laughed. Oh Talia… most people don’t even know how deep your love goes.

“Most people don’t get to see you like this. They don’t know the real Talia but I do. I know your heart. They don’t.” Something unreadable flickered across her expression. For once, Talia looked almost vulnerable and realizing that made your heart skip a beat.

Slowly, she shifted closer. Enough to make the distance impossible to ignore.

“Then perhaps,” she murmured, kissing your lips softly. “you are very fortunate.”

You rolled your eyes, though the smile threatening to appear gave you away immediately.

“There she is.”

“Who?” Talia’s eyebrow arched.

“The ego, baby.” A quiet laugh escaped her. The sound was rare enough to make you stare.

Talia’s gaze lingered on your face, tracing every detail as though committing it to memory. You tried to hold her stare and you really really tried. But the intensity of it made your pulse quicken.

“Talia…” The way you said her name seemed to catch her attention immediately. Her expression softened. She would never admit it but hearing you say her name always made her feel safe and loved.

Slowly, she lifted a hand and rested it against your cheek. The touch was warm and careful, as if she was giving you every opportunity to pull away. But you never did, and never will. You would never pull away from her touch.

A faint smile touched her lips.

“’uhibuk min kuli qalbi.”(I love you with my whole heart) she whispered. Before you could ask what she meant, she leaned closer.

The kiss was gentle. Her soft lips press against yours. The kind of kiss that felt less like a question and more like a reminder that she is deeply in love with you. When she pulled back, she remained close enough that your foreheads nearly touched.

For once, Talia seemed completely unconcerned with maintaining her usual composure. It was a side of her only reserved for you and you only.

Her thumb brushed lightly against your cheek. It was a small gesture but that somehow made your heart race more than anything else. The smile that appeared on her face was softer than you’d ever seen.

It didn’t take too long before Talia crashed her lips against yours again. This time with a lot more passion and need. You could feel your body screaming for her.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” She whispered in between the Kiss and she really hopes you don’t stop her. Fuck, especially because all she can now think of is burying her head between your legs and eating you out until your legs are shaking.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You’re far braver than you should be.”

“What can I say? My girlfriend is the Talia al Ghul.”

“Careful now fatati alhulwa.” (my sweet girl)

“I need you, Talia.” You replied needy.

Talia groaned at your response.

“You have my full attention.” She said and right after tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Talia positions herself now between your legs and the sight alone causes your body to shiver with desire. She removes your panties carefully, exposing your wet pussy.

Holding your left leg now, she kisses her way down and you leave out a ragged gasp at the feeling.

“You’ve been waiting for this moment, mh?” She says teasingly. All you can do is nod at her.

Talia now leans into the warmth of your wet and needy Pussy, moving her tongue around. A choked moan left your lips.

The way she moves her mouth and eats you out makes you feel like you’re high on drugs.

“Talia… fuuuuck.”

You spread your legs even further, allowing her to sink her face deeper into you and she leaves out a little whimper. By now, she feels pussydrunk. Your taste feels intoxicating and she can’t stop moving her tongue around your clit. And fuck, she doesn’t plan to stop anytime soon.

“Fuck, baby I’m close.” She only hums, giving you permission to cum all over her mouth.

As you feel the shockwaves of pleasure all over you, Talia can’t help but drink your salty juices. Not a single drop goes to waste.

As if you don’t feel slightly overstimulated already, you feel Talia slip up her finger inside your drenched Pussy. She curls her fingers up towards her tongue and her thumb circles your clit. You can’t help but get more vocal at the feeling. Moaning, screaming her name, whimpering… you name it. Your vocals are like music to her ears.

You’re an overstimulated mess under her touch.

The whole sensitive parts of you are now at the control of her finger-tongue combination. A low growl escaped from Talia. You start closing your eyes and fist the bedsheets with both hands. Fuck, she enjoys feeling you fall apart around her and having the upper hand brings her joy.

By now you already reached your second and third orgasm. But Talia wasn’t done yet. She’s determined to make you cum one more time.

But due to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, you can’t really feel your body anymore. All you can feel is how good Talia’s tongue moves.

“hmph- fuck. I-” You can’t really form a coherent sentence without embarrassing yourself.

After reaching your fourth high, cum leaks from your swollen clit and you drain Talia’s face with your juice. But she doesn’t mind even a little bit.

After she licks you up clean, she hovers over your body. She lets out a small laugh when she sees the state you’re in. Drenched in sweat, face flushed, mouth slightly ajar, and your breaths are coming in short bursts.

“Awww baby. You should see your face.” She mocks you. Lips crashing into yours now, you could feel your own taste against her lips. “You’re such a good girl for me. My sweet girl.”

[star-steph06]

Summer Talia al ghul ❤️❤️