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imwetforyourmom · 4 months

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can you do madison x bsf girl reader taking your v?

round two

warnings: oral (reader recieving), fem!reader, swearing, dirty talk, fingering, virginty taking, poc!reader friendly, safeword mentioned but not used

a/n: first time writing female oral, pls be nice guys

a/n 2: writing this made me question my sexuality

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“its okay, ill take care of you.”

madison sat against y/ns headboard with y/n laying between her legs—with being bestfriends for so long, the boundary of ‘too close’ disappeared as easily as it came.

y/n snuggled her head further into madisons shoulder, a small grunt slipping from her lips when madisons acrylic nails scraped gently across her arm so perfectly.

they sat in eachothers embrace, one of madisons hands in y/ns lap and the other gently scraping along her arm while they watched a movie.

the movie only played as a background noise for y/n, the thoughts running through her head too loud and obnoxious for y/n to keep her focus on the tv playing.

the not innocent thoughts, the thoughts you shouldnt be having about your bestfriend running through her mind.

the thoughts came so easily to mind with how comfortable she was with madison, but to be honest, they came so much more easier than they should be with how much she liked her.

these thoughts developed months ago. months and months of just thinking about how pretty her bestfriend was, how nice she was and how bad she wanted to shove her face between her thighs-

again, thoughts she shouldnt be having about her closest friend. but, for now, while madison was here, she’d think its okay for now. since madison really is getting to her, with the soft thump of her heart beating against her back, the light scrape of her nails and the occasional arch of her back and movement of her hips, to get comfortable, of course.

not like she wasnt totally trying to tease y/n on purpose or anything. why would she do that? its not like its sending shivers down to her own core seeing y/ns breathing falter and a bright shade of red sting the tips of her ears.

madison could see how spaced out y/n was, she wasnt sure what she was thinking of but she had an idea in mind.

“what’re you thinking about, y/n?” madison asked, her voice quiet and soft. careful not to talk too loud over the people in the movie.

y/n opened her mouth to speak, she bit her lip while thinking about what to say, what could she say to cover herself?

oh, im just thinking about how badly I want you to fuck me

oh! me? thinking about how pretty you’d look with me ontop of you? pshh, never!

madison beat her to saying anything, “me?” she said, teasing her slightly. her nails scraping slightly harder onto her arm.

she turned her head to the side and looked at y/n, a knowing smirk on her face.

y/n laughed awkwardly, taking in a breath and going along with the teasing, just a poor attempt at saving herself.

“if thats what you want, princess.” y/n teased, turning her head over to the side to look at madison aswell, their faces being so close together y/n could feel madisons breathing feathering over her lips.

madison raised her eyebrow and bit her lip, “that is what I want.” she flirted, her eyes looking down at y/ns. earning an immediate reaction from y/n, butterflies growing in her stomach and an urge to lock their lips together.

“yeah? what do you want me to think about, about you?” y/n whispered, her own eyes looking down to madisons lips.

madisons hand slithered to y/ns shoulder and slowly to her jaw, cupping it.

she licked her lips and whispered “alot of things.” before turning her head slightly to the side and interlocking their lips so easily.

y/n immediately melted into the kiss, a small moan slid from her throat as she kissed more passionately onto madisons lips.

madison kept a hold on y/ns jaw, bringing her face impossibly closer to her own, their lips intwertwining so easily, so perfectly.

one of madisons hands slithered to y/ns waist, slipping it under her shirt and caressing the smooth skin, slipping her fingertips under the hem of her shirts every few moments.

madison licked y/ns bottom lip, asking for access—in which, y/n granted, parting her lips and letting madisons tongue explore her mouth.

madison slipped her hand back up y/ns shirt, mvoing it up her ribcage until it stopped right under her boob, how thankful y/n was she chose not to wear a bra.

madison felt y/ns breathing go sparotic under her palm with each reaching hand to her boob, caressing it slightly, waiting for y/n to push her hand away or show any signs of discomfort.

with getting no response from y/n except whimpers and small moans, madison bit the bullet and reached for her boob entirely, groping the skin, eliciting a moan from y/n.

madison sucked in y/ns bottom lip as she pulled away, leaning her forehead onto y/ns, keeping her hand on her boob and its continuous groping and kneading.

“god, you’re so pretty” she mumbled, her hand moving from her boob to very slowly down, getting closer to where y/n felt herself throb.

“can I?” madison asked, her hand hesitantly slipping past the hem of y/ns shorts.

“please,” y/n murmured, her voice breathy but very clearly laced with desperation.

madison did as said, slipping her hand under her shorts and panties, her fingers trailing their way to y/ns clit, rubbing small, but slow circles to prepare her.

“have you ever done this before?” madison asked, leaning off of y/ns forehead and slowly moving y/n off her body.

“n- no” y/n answered. hesitantly watching madison move y/n from between her legs and her hand momentarily stopping.

madison pulled herself to between y/ns legs, laying on her belly and staring up into y/ns eyes.

“do you want to continue?” she asked, her hand slowly trailing its way from her calf, knee and thigh, momentarily stopping, waiting for her answer.

“its okay, ill take care of you.” madison assured her. though, her hand stayed in place, a questioning look on her face.

y/n nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“if you want it all to stop, say ‘orange’ okay? ill stop immediately.” madison said, her eyes moving off of y/ns to focus on the space between her legs.

she trailed her hand up y/ns leg again, not stopping until she reached the hem of her shorts, to where she hooked her fingers on the hem and pulled them down, revealing y/ns lacy, light pink panties.

theres no way y/n didnt wear these for me..

madison licked her lips, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to y/ns clothed clit, already sending y/n into an entranced state,

madison—her bestfriend—between her legs about to eat the fuck out of her, looking so heavenly at the same time? of course she’d be in a fucking trance. she looked so perfect.

madison leant up, grabbing onto the hem of y/ns panties with her teeth, clamping down and pulling them down. her eyes staring up into y/ns, a small quirk of her lips staying present despite how occupied her mouth was.

she pulled her panties down with her fingers the rest of the way, pulling them down her thighs and down her ankles, giving her access to her desired places. the placed that ached to be touched, and the places she ached to be.

before madison started at her clit, she’d ran her fingertip up y/ns thigh, holding the same, intense eye contact, “are you ready, pretty girl?” she asked, her voice seductive with its own hint of desperation.

“yes, please madison! please!” y/n begged, spreading her legs wider for her, another plea for madison, yet silent.

madison obliged, grabbing y/ns thighs and holding them, assuring herself they’d stay open for her to continue her awaited needs.

with that, she leant forward and immediately began sucking on y/ns clit, swirling her tongue around the bud and sucking on it, before slowly moving her mouth lower, lapping her tongue between y/ns lips, then lower down, finally reaching her entrance.

as soon as madisons tongue met contact with y/ns entrance, a moan slipped from her, she tasted so good. madisons lapping became even more desperate, she couldnt get enough.

she didnt want to get enough, she wanted more and more.

madison tightened her grip on y/ns thighs as her lapping became even more desperate, if that were even possible. her continious moans of pleasure sent vibrations through y/ns body, eliciating a moan from her.

the taste of y/n was too much for madison, she wasnt sure she’d ever tasted something so good.

madisons moans became even more frequent, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. she wasnt even the one being pleasured, yet it felt so good.

“you taste s’good” madison mumbled, before unraveling her hand from y/ns thigh to tease y/ns entrance with the tips of her middle and index finger, slightly dipping them in.

y/n arched her back, an effortlessly perfect moan slipping from her lips once she felt madisons first knuckles inside her, gradually pushing in faster now.

“mm- fuckk” y/n moaned, her mouth falling open with a trail of moans and whimpers, her hand moved down to where madison laid, she intertwined her fingersnin her hair, tugging a fistful right at the roots for stabilization.

madison pumped her fingers inside her, slowly creating a ryhtmatic pace while her tongue paid extra attention to her clit, suckling and teasing it.

a knot began in y/ns stomach, tightening with each flick of madisons tongue against her. “mhhh, fuckk,” she moaned, gripping harder at madisons hair.

with feeling her own sexual frustration, madison slid her other hand down, her body, sliding it in her pants and panties before rubbing at her clit, an overly loud moan escaping her.

her moan pushed y/n higher to her own climax, she grabbed onto a pillow and shoved it on her face, muffling her sounds into it—depsite the fact she didnt need to.

in return, the girl between her legs noticed this, a grunt before her words, “cmon pretty girl, I wanna hear your pretty little moans.” she mumbled, her voice slightly muffled.

y/n nodded, throwing her head back before throwing the pillow, her knot tightening faster than she’d like to admit.

madison could tell she was getting closer, just based off the trembling of her thighs, broken moans and her clenching around her fingers.

to usher her closer, madison stuck her tongue flat against her pussy—pulling her fingers out beforehand—and shook her head side to side quickly.

this, this definitely gave y/n that extra little boost she needed, with a broken moan she came all over madisons tongue, and lips.

madison kitten licked what didnt get in her mouth and stayed on y/n, before licking her lips. she leant up from y/ns legs to y/n, straddling her waist before mumbling against her mouth,

“round two?”

1918 words.

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keys-hellscape-1020 · 2 months

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Heyy I saw ur post asking for asks and I absolutely love ur writing + I’ve had such bad Tim brainrot so I was wondering if you could write smt abt Tim just like gradually moving into the readers home and sort of like coparenting the readers cat

Tysm if you chose to write this 🙏🏽🙏🏽

A/N: Yes I can absolutely write this for you nonny! I hope you don’t mind too much but i changed the cat to a dog because I am HORRIBLY allergic to cats and if I have to suffer my readers also must. In actuality tho I just have spent very little time around them over the years and have no clue how to realistically write owning a cat.

Tim Drake x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Reader is described as wearing makeup, canon typical injuries (Tim gets hurt on patrol), reader is described as taking care of Tim’s injuries, reader has a period, reader gets sick from her period, brief description of throwing up, reader has very painful cramps, reader takes typical cramp relieving medication (ibuprofen)

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You thanked who ever was up there that Tim and your dog got along the first time you introduced them. You hadn’t planned on doing it today, but Tim had arrived early and you weren’t going to make him wait outside simply because your dog might be territorial.

You stand nervously by Tim’s side as he reaches his hand down for your German Shepherd, Ares, to sniff carefully. He takes a few moments after smelling Tim to eye him warily before letting out a dramatic huff and retreating to his spot on the sofa to stare Tim down.

You give Tim a chaste kiss on the cheek in relief before retreating to your bedroom to finish getting ready, “Make yourself at home Tim, I’ll be ready in just a few minutes!” You call over your shoulder as you close your door.

After you had finished your makeup and threw your wallet and a few other necessities into your bag in a rush you exit your room and just before you can call out to Tim to let him know that you’re now ready you see him seated on the opposite side of the couch from Ares.

Well, maybe saying they got along was a bit of a lie. They weren’t truly getting along so much as Ares wasn’t trying to fight Tim, and was even letting him sit near him. A miracle for your reactive dog.

“Tim?” You call out gently, not wanting to break the moment too harshly. At the sound of your voice Ares gets up and runs to your side like you were returning from war. You lean down to scratch in-between his ears as Tim approaches you much more calmly, a gentle smile on his face.

“You look amazing babe.” He mummers softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently, Ares whining in contempt at your attention being stolen.

“You ready to go?” You prompt gently, at Tim’s nod you take his hand and lead him toward the door, Ares right on your heels, whining like you were committing a most horrible crime.

As you exit your apartment and nudge Ares’ snout inside from where he was trying to follow you, you’re taken aback when suddenly Tim reaches forward and gently pats Ares on the top of the head, mumbling a soft “I’ll bring her back soon buddy.”

To your shock Ares doesn’t seem to mind the gesture, and as you finally get your front door closed and move to leave your apartment building your mind keeps drifting back to the sweet interaction with one thought repeatedly popping up in your mind, “Is it to early to be thinking about marriage?”

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You love Tim, it’s something that you had realized early on in your relationship, but you swear he’s going to send you to an early grave with the amount of stress he puts you through. Almost every night for the last two weeks he’d shown up on your fire escape battered and bruised beyond recognition. The first time he’d done it you had to put Ares in his crate and throw a blanket over it, scared he was going to try and attack Tim with how he was growling and putting his haunches up.

By tonight however he’s grown used to the nightly intrusions, as he contents himself with watching you patch Tim up from his spot on the couch. You’re standing between Tim’s spread legs as he sits on the couch in front of you, running your hands up and down his bare arms carefully, checking for any other injuries he might’ve not told you about but mainly reassuring yourself that he’s here, and he’s okay. This is the worst shape he’s ever come to you in and you have to be sure that you haven’t missed anything.

Seemingly reading your mind he softly mutters, “I’m not going anywhere.” His hands find your hips as you stand between his spread legs. You vaguely realize that he’s gazing up at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. “I promise.” He whispers, leaning forward to bury his face in your stomach.

You run your fingers through his hair, trying your best to detangle it from his night of crime fighting. “You know I’ll always be here for you.” You begin, “But you have got to take better care of yourself.” You can’t help but gaze at the canvas of his ribs, pale skin mottled with shades of blue and black. His arms are covered in cuts, a number of which you had to stitch up. You hated how steady your hands were getting with that damned needle.

He lets out an ambiguous groan and tightens his hold on your hips, when he speaks you can barely hear him from where his mouth is pressed against your shirt. “‘M sorry.” He mummers.

You let out a sigh and tip your head back to stare at your ceiling as you tangle your hands in his hair. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You sigh softly. “Just careful.”

After a moment you gently pull him to stand and begin guiding him to your bedroom with a hand on his back, which he lets you do wordlessly. You move to your bed and begin gently pushing him to sit.

He lets you push him, offering no resistance as he turns himself to lean against your pillows, poorly concealing a wince as his stitches pull and scrape against the bed. You watch him with a concerned furrow in your brow. “One second.” You mummer, side-stepping Ares, who had silently followed you into your bedroom.

You move to your dresser and pull out a change of clothes for him. He had started to keep clothes at your apartment after several instances of him spending the night as Red Robin and not having any civvies on hand for the next morning.

Tim lets out a grunt of displeasure when he sees you have one of his t-shorts and a pair of shorts in hand. “What? You don’t like me in just my boxers?” He says with a smirk of his face that has no right being that attractive when you can’t do anything about it.

You let out a groan and throw them on top of your dresser reluctantly as you go to sit next to his reclined body. “I just don’t want you to get cold.” You mummer, leaning forward to gently kiss his cheek.

“I’m not that fragile.” He says with a soft laugh, leaning into your touch eagerly.

You lay down next to him and drape your arm across his chest, being careful to avoid his injuries as he gingerly wraps one of his arms around your shoulders. “You’re not doing any work tomorrow night or the next.” You say bluntly as you gaze at his injuries, a firm look on his face.

Tim sighs and gets a vaguely guilty look on his face. “Babe I would if I could but Bruce-“

You sit up just enough to give him a firm glare, one that he knows better than to argue with. “If Bruce gives you shit for not going out and risking your life while seriously injured I’m kicking his fucking ass.” You practically growl, leaning forward slightly to get your point across.

Tim rolls his eyes and lets out a grating sigh as you lay back down against him. “I’d pay money to see you fight Bruce.” He mumbles tiredly.

“If he tries to make you go out tomorrow you’re getting your wish.” You say. The moment is cut-off however when Ares jumps up on your bed and curls over your feet, and much to your shock, Tim’s as well. When you turn to give him a surprised smile he is already dead asleep.

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You can’t believe yourself, honestly you can’t. How the hell did you manage to get sick right before Tim was supposed to get back from his mission? You let out a soft whine as you finish puking your guts up and double check that the toilet flushes properly. You lean back slightly and attempt to orient yourself. You get your period every week and yet still you haven’t managed to master the art of not letting it beat your ass.

You look over at Ares’ soft whine, he’s seated himself at the bathroom door and is watching you carefully to make sure you’re okay. He only abandons his post at the sound of the window opening, loud barks and whines making his excitement clear to anyone who knows him. You curse yourself quietly as you force yourself to stand and grab your toothbrush from its spot next to Tim’s, quickly plopping a generous amount of toothpaste on it and shoving it in your mouth. You hope Ares distracts Tim long enough for you to attempt to hide the evidence of your monthly illness.

You quicken your movement at the sound of Tim calling your name. Spitting out your toothpaste and quickly rinsing out your mouth at the sound of him approaching. As he peers around the doorframe to gaze at you lift your arms and smother him in a hug which he eagerly returns. “I missed your pretty boy.” You say blearily as you run your hands over his shoulders and down his back, checking him over for injuries.

He lets out a soft, tired laugh against your neck at the nickname, his muscles slowly but surely relaxing at the feeling of you finally with him again. You squeeze him around his middle gently, being mindful of any potential injuries as Ares lets out a whine at being ignored and swats Tim’s armor covered leg with his paw. Tim huffs out a laugh and pulls back from you, crouching down to Ares’ height and letting him lick his face where his domino mask was a moment prior.

You watch the scene affectionately when suddenly you feel a drop in your stomach, you rub your hand over your uterus to try and ignore the feeling but a moment later you’re gripping the sink in pain and letting out a low groan. Tim stands up quickly, his hands finding your shoulders and straightening you up just enough for him to look you over.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He asks you quickly. You move the hand you were gripping the sink with to wave him off dismissively only to be shown that was a stupid idea when your cramps double in intensity and you nearly fall to the ground in pain, only held up by Tim desperately grabbing you by the armpits and lifting you into a bridal hold.

He moves you so quickly you barely have time to register what’s happening before he is lowering you down on your bed, running a hand over your forehead soothingly to clear any hairs that were sticking due to sweat. “Have you taken any medicine for it yet?” He asks in a soothing mummer.

When you give him a confused glance through the pain he offers you an explanation despite the slight pink now tinting his cheeks. “You were due for your period, and you were brushing your teeth when I arrived which indicates you threw up which is typical for you on the first day of your period. Plus you sent Ares to come greet me instead of doing so yourself.” At the sound of his name Ares invites himself onto your bed, lying over your legs and resting his head over your uterus defensively. You and Tim both instinctively move to scratch in-between his ears.

“So uh-“ Tim clears his throat. “Should I go get you some ibuprofen?” He asks meekly.

You grab his hand a place a reassuring kiss to the back of it. “Would you please baby?” You soothe.

Tim gives you a firm nod and moves to do so, Ares lets out a soft whine when Tim leaves the room but doesn’t move from his spot on you. Tim returns a moment later, a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand and a glass of water in his other. He sets both on your nightstand before carefully counting out your desired amount of ibuprofen, handing it to you, and carefully tipping a mouthful of water into your mouth once you go to swallow them.

“Thank you.” You say as you attempt to relax against your bed. “You’re the best.”

“I know.” Tim quips, smirking at you as you roll your eyes playfully, he leans forward to press a kiss to the center of your forehead. He lingers a moment before pulling back to look at you, at the lack of eye-contact he hesitates a moment before asking, “What’s wrong baby? Are you in pain?”

You shift uncomfortably for a moment, causing Ares to grumble, before muttering out, “I’m sorry you have to take care of me.”

Tim balks at your words and grabs both of your hands securely, shuffling closer from where he was sitting by your reclined form to press your forms together gingerly. “Don’t say that baby,” he soothes “I’ll always take care of you.”

You shake your head softly, trying to suppress the tears you feel coming to your eyes. “Wanted to take care of you.” You mutter, avoiding his concerned look, “I was so excited for you to get back.”

Tim holds your face and gently wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “You always take care of me baby, it’s the least I can do to take care of you once in a while.” He all but whispers, pressing your foreheads together.

Suddenly Ares is also attempting to press his face against yours, nosing his way in front of Tim’s and licking your face eagerly, causing you to giggle and Tim to let out an offended sound at his spot being stolen.

“See?” Tim says after a moment of Ares’ enthused licking. “Even Ares wants to take care of you.”

You shake your head with a soft sigh as Ares finally calms down, moving to protect your feet and let Tim take over soothing you once more. “My boys.” You mutter gently, giving Tim an affectionate look.

“All yours.” Tim confirms, moving forward to press a soft kiss against your lips. “Always.”

#key writing #Sorry nonny I don’t really know if did your request justice #I was just having fun past a certain point mb 😭#tim x reader #tim drake x reader #tim drake #tim drake wayne #tim drake x you #red robin x reader #red robin x you #red robin #I honestly don’t really like this but whatever

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