IWASALAMB… 18+ she, her queer. GRACIE, often enjoys reading when she should be sleeping and can randomly gain the ability to write only after 5-10 business days and a lack of sleep. she will randomly fixate on a character for a week (but her love for john shen will always remain) &. most of these characters happen to randomly be from the pitt wow what a shock!
Requests are open (but slow)
This blog is ANTI AI, 18+ and purely for my love for fictional characters. I write x fem! reader only.
…🪽🐇’ in another life baran &. i have booked a hotel for one night…
it’s because of how stressed we’ve both been. after starting at the pitt poor baran has been dealing with so much crap. it’s sad to see her pretty doe eyes so tired. she still tries to do stuff with you and her son, but the time for fun keeps shortening and shortening.
so when her ex has their son for the weekend and the both of you, by some miracle, have the weekend off together. what better way to spend it than to have a staycation.
besides, you planned to keep your head between her thighs for as long as possible. pulling out orgasm after orgasm with your tongue. spending hours there, face soaked, bed soaked. baran whining, her legs tightening around your head. after orgasm number five she’s trying to push you away, whining about how it’s too much. of course you ask for one more… than another, and another…
hours pass. you’ll stop to drink, grab something to eat. chat about plans. then you’re right back. it’s like heaven, between her thighs. watching her wind down and relax after all the stress of work. enjoying this rare moment together.
You asked for John Shen Recs and I've had one in my mind for so long. Maybe Shen and the reader are kinda casual and he wishes they weren't. She comes into the ED after getting hurt and he tries to play it off, but she admits that she came to the hospital because he's the only person she trusts.
i’m giggling n kicking my feet bc yes!! avoidant reader perhaps… and she’s just so down bad for him but like HES A MAN!!! hehe i hope this is okay xx
You’d fucked up. Big time. Trying to cook for a date was embarrassing. Especially a first date. Especially when you’d poured oil over your hand for a man you didn’t even like.
Marcus was slim, kind but not a listener. He cared more for your opinion of him than anything else. Maybe for someone out there, Marcus is there soulmate. But the entire time you had been getting ready, it wasn’t him on your mind.
Your thoughts are paused when your name gets called out by the clerk. A sweet looking lady about your Ma’s age. She points to a door and you walk through.
Having been sleeping (?) no that wasn’t the right word for it, but in all actuality there was no word for yours and John’s relationship. But right now that was besides the point, John had shown you firsthand how stressful it was to work in the ED. Coming to your house to sometimes fuck your brains out but most often than not to be held by you, especially after a bad shift. So you walked in and tried to not make yourself too much of a pain to be handled.
Besides, there was only one person here you trusted.
Luckily for you, he was walking right across the hallway when you stepped through the doors. As if it was fate giving him a chance.
At first, John paused. As if star struck by the sure of you. Wondering if he was dreaming. If he had it his way, you’d be by his side as much as possible. Maybe you’d even come in and drop off some Dunkin’s-
But no. There was no point in thinking of that when you two were just… company.
But did company rush up to you, cradling you softly. His arms, stronger than stupid Marcus, touching your skin in the most delicate of ways. Checking you over. Eyes widening as you hissed as he made his way to your arms. “Fuck,” he mumbled, immediately pulling you with him, careful to not touch your burns as he hurried to find a room. Shouting at Lena, “Personal. She’s mine.”
You truly did try to ignore the twirl in your stomach at the thought of being his.
Somehow, it turns out, being friends (?) with doctors gave you advantages. As your found yourself in a room, John pacing as he tried to understand what had happened. Eyes flickering to your burns every few moments.
“All this for a date?”
You’d pause, flustered. In a perfect world you didn’t have to tell John. In a perfect world you and John are already together. Yet, reality is not made of wishes but truths.
Like how you and John were not together.
Watching you nod, he sighed. Trying to burry his own feelings, focusing on your injury.
“You’re lucky I was in.” He mumbles softly, getting some saline as you bite your lip. Wondering if you should say. It confess it. “I mean…” he trailed off. “Isn’t there closer hospitals?”
Your cheeks burn. Embarrassment flooding your veins.
There’s silence.
So you fill it. “I only trust you.”
He meets your eyes. His own wide, shocked. A smile playing at his lips as if he knew this already. Tucking some hair behind your ear, he whispers, “If you weren’t my patient, I’d kiss you.”
Stupid rules, you think to yourself.
“But, when you leave and I get off… we can discuss kissing. And me taking you out. On a proper date. Three. And then I can finally ask you to be mine, properly, this time.”
…🪽🐇’ thinking about being a cam girl that baran al hashimi finds one night.
She’s lonely. it’s the curse of working as an attending in the ED. Time is a rarity and any spare time she has she tries to spend with her son. After all it’s why she’s so efficient. a robot, she’s heard people murmur. Just to be quicker, but not ignorant, and get home to her lovely little boy.
However, then came the weeks where he was with his dad. when toys lay untouched and she had no reason to go home.
Loneliness.
It seeped into her bones like an old friend. Fingertips encasing around her heart, squeezing it when she tried to ignore the silence.
So she caved.
Garcia has jokingly mentioned the website once. Only once. Baran hadn’t meant to store the information in her head. But she did. Oh she did.
She scrolled. And scrolled. Cheeks burning at the sights she was witnessing. But nothing grabbed her. Something in her stomach that would let her know when she’s found the one.
It was teetering on hopeless for Baran when finally she felt that feeling in her stomach as she stumbled onto your page.
Pretty smile, eyes she could drown in. You looked soft, sweet. Too kind to be on such a degrading website. She has to help you of course. But first, she has to watch. Make sure you’re worthy of her help.
It takes her two minutes to subscribe.
Two days to become a full member.
And the next time her son was at his Dad’s she had booked a special private appointment.
It felt greedy. Wrong. Seedy in a way. But she wanted to spoil you. Had the means to spoil you. Watching your face light up whenever she sent a message in live chat, you never played up for the money. You were seriously grateful.
It ruined her.
So she opened her laptop, excited to have you all for herself. The start had been awkward for the both of you. You didn’t offer this to just anyone, and well Baran didn’t do this with just anyone. Cheeks burning on both sides of the screen as you just talked to her. Helping her set up her mic.
You moaned when you heard her voice. Closing your eyes you could imagine her, that strict controlling tone, guiding your body with her words. How sharp her tongue would be. How you needed her.
In half an hour you’ve both came twice and you’re begging to see her face.
It’s against the rules.
Her life could be ruined.
You shouldn’t know this.
She turns on the camera.
She’s glowing. Baran looks like a goddess. Ruined by watching you come undone. Her chest, now available to stare at, rose and fell with unsteady breath. Eyes unfocused as she grinned at the screen.
…🪽🤍* oh me? just thinking about baran al hashimi using my tits as stress balls…
it’ll start out as a joke. of course. her just explaining how she’s sooooo stressed bc of her new job and how she’d love a way to destress. you offer the usual, bath, massage, dinner and she just shakes her head. biting her lip in that was that you know means she has an idea, she’s just not ready to share it yet.
it won’t be until the two of you are in bed, later than previous nights because finally your insanely smart girlfriend has a day off and you had decided she deserved to sleep in. then, she’ll pop out a question or well a statement…
she’ll stammer over her words first, blush madly, avoid eye contact because she feels like a virgin all over again because the idea is so dumb it’s smart.
“you know how people joke about your breasts being stress balls?” she trails off, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. she looks at you now. those deer eyes damming you, she knows what she’s doing. “can i please use yours, i’m just so stressed and-“
you cut her off with a kiss. giggling at her flustered state. taking off your sleep shirt to expose yourself. skin prickling with goosebumps, from excitement or the change in temperature you didn’t know nor minded.
baran wouldn’t just squeeze them, no, she’d burry her face in them. breathing in your scent. finally grounding herself as she squeezed, teasing the nipples as she found solace in the warmth of her lover.
jack x reader where jack is a vampire and has to control himself when he drinks ur blood <33333333
Jack Abbot prided himself on his ability to not loose control. Testing himself everyday by working in a damn hospital. But there was something about you that just… ruined him.
You were his pretty little attending, so wide-eyed and sweet. Caring for the patients with such a beautiful heart. So it came to no surprise that Jack Abbot wanted you. Although the myth of vampires enjoying virgins blood was just that, a myth. There was something so enjoyable… about the kind hearted people that roamed the world.
He had courted you slowly, of course. After all he was your attending, one who you believed to be in his early fifties. He had to work you slowly, even if he was keenly aware of your attraction to him by just listening to your heart. Oh how he delighted in how it sped up when he even just glanced at you. Your neediness merely spurring him on.
Once he had you, he was never going to let go. You had learnt that quick, from how his touch burned you in the most delightful ways and how he’d be by your side no matter what’s. As if he had super speed or something…
Even after courting you and earning your heart, Jack would still wish to slowly ease you into his reality. Some selfish part of him wishing to pretend that the two of you were just any couple. But that couldn’t be the truth. And he couldn’t hide it for long.
Within months of dating he had felt his control slip. Worried it was his age or health, Jack had taken a few days to realise the root of his issue. His lovely lovely lover, you. Whether you were menstruating or had pricked your finger, he could feel his fangs begin to elongate. Poking at his lips to be set free so as to be plunged into your blank canvas of a neck. The most devine meal, one that was technically his, but one that he could not have. Not yet.
Once he had finally explained his… predicament, Jack couldn’t ignore how flushed you had become when he explained how badly he needed you. More than you had been able to comprehend, perhaps that was one of the positives of being a vampire. An ability to yearn and long with something no mortal could comprehend. But nevertheless, he had worked himself up to being able to drink your blood. There had been many a time he had wished to drag you into an empty room and taste the nectar that ran through your veins, but he had held off.
Until finally, he could no longer do so. The first time had been euphoric. Jack knew he would never see any heaven, but tasting you was his own form of religion, own holy place. He was your loyal servant paid in merely a taste of your blood.
He soon became obsessed.
But with obsession came an inability to stop himself. Drinking as much as he could without harming you. Even when you said he could take more. He knew you were lying, unable to bring himself to harm you. Trying to ignore the teasing of your heartbeat when at work. Or how your neck covered in bruises begged him for more.
He was over five hundred years old, yet you, a mere mortal, had damaged his ability to stop. But everytime, he’d press a bloodied kiss to your lips, thanking you for his meal. He’d never hurt you, never. So he’ll enjoy his share of your blood, and be thankful you share it with him of all vampires.
… 🪽🤍 in another life i am SO giving baran the most beautiful head she’s ever had…
father’s day. a hard topic in her home. a reminder of what she once had and now no longer holds onto. her son’s at his dads, as he should be. celebrating the day with the man who created him (only ever so slightly.). the house is quite. she’d worked most of the day, tried to do a double but dana could tell she was exhausted. sent her home ignoring the grumbles that came from baran.
she can’t even drink her sorrows away due to her medication. sat staring at the wall, some old jazz playing from her radio.
that’s when she gets a god awful idea.
terrible, really.
she messages you.
her pretty little resident who pouted whenever she wasn’t in (she had been lucky enough to have been sent a photo from mckay). who rolled her eyes at robby and yet obeyed her every word. you were so good.
she needed good.
you’d make it to her in less than ten minutes. partially panting. staring wide eyed at her messy form. it was like seeing an angel. maybe she was an angel. but the glimmer in her eyes told you this was your damnation.
and that’s how you found yourself flush between her soft thighs, fingers tracing her stretch marks on her thighs as she tightens her hold around you. watching you whimper as you taste her. as if she were a divine meal. lapping at her with your tongue, sucking at her clit to make her arch her back and suffocate you.
you were so good, helping her on her hardest of days.
… 🪽.🤍 in another life i am baran al-hashimi’s sugar baby
she gets lonely. especially as her son grows up and needs her less (he’ll always need her, he’s just going through a phase.) she knows one day she’ll be alone. complaining to abbot about her fears of reaching robby’s age (because yes, she is in fact moderately younger than him) and just being alone and grumpy.
abbot slips up. he jokes about sugar babies. in a way that baran knows he’s got one himself. clearly, he knows too much for this to be a thing he hasn’t dabbled in. neither discuss his extensive knowledge.
baran doesn’t tell him she’s found one.
you. her pretty pink baby who whines over her doe eyes and actually seems to enjoy talking to her. you’re understandable of her time. she’s still a mom first. which in some ways you find incredibly endearing. how she’ll gush about him once you two are closer.
what you love the most? her selfies. god she sends so many and you are so very thankful and eager to compliment every single one. it pains you that you’re not there with her, drinking wine for the both of you seeing as she can’t drink. you’d be so good, so happy to hold her, touch her.
both of you know this borders on more than a sugar baby. but right now it’s all you two need.
in another life i am SO baran al-hashimi’s live in nanny…
as her son grows older she’ll begin to panic, think you’ll leave her. everyone leaves her. so she becomes a…. sugar mommy of sorts. neither of you call it that. no, you still look after her son when her shifts go over and you take him to school. she just happens to also pay for your nails, whatever you want to do between the hours of 9-3. just stay, please.
she’ll come home from work, or even a date. still frustrated. still pent up. you’ll share a glass, or a whole bottle. the more she drinks the looser she gets. words falling from her lips that should stay hidden away. like how she thinks you’re the most gorgeous woman she’s ever met. how she’d be without you. you’re a part of her life, her system, her heart.
but she’ll refuse to cross that boundary. you’re her live in nanny. younger. she wasn’t old, per say, but god she felt old beyond her years.
it’ll take a while. her seeing you go out. flirting with a woman even older than her. missing you when you go away for two days. smelling your laundry (your panties). yearning for you.
when you get back she’ll kiss you like a woman starved. devouring you as she makes you swear she’s the only one you need. that you won’t leave. can’t leave. because you’re hers.
baran who watches streamer reader cause her son put her on and she buys you a new switch set up because your og is old and she just knows the buttons are messing with your silk song game play. her taking it out of the package to lick the controls before putting it all back in place and sending it knowing your hands will touch a part of her essence… who said that?
baran al hashimi who keeps denying her feelings for you because you’re just so much younger than her &. ur her son’s nanny. if things went wrong u 2 would be screwed!!!
but her sons at his dads tonight. it just the two of you. a bottle of wine shared. you in your lacy shorts. torture for baran - who loved your thighs. they were like heaven on earth, soft smooth skin. she just wanted to run her fingers along it and see how you’d shiver. you knew this. it’s why you wore them.
surely she knew of your crush on her. just as you knew of her crush on you. did women like her call them crushes? you wanted to learn. for her to be the teacher and you the oh so obedient puppy.
so when ur hand slipped onto her leg, neither mentioned it. the same happened when you tugged her bra strap down. there were no complaints when she groped your pretty tits. mumbling bout how young you were as her lips brushed against the pebbled skin.
the only noises made that evening were the sweet moans and whines of your lust intertwined. her tongue, as you had imagined, was sin. the way she had looked up at you, your slick coating her chin…. it had been everything.
maybe you were too young…. but you had always loved fine wine.
saw something bout robby eating watermelon on my timeline but may i introduce baran al hashimi eating watermelon. she’s definitely reading a new article regarding some niche region of medicine, it’s early morning. sunny. warm. one of the first muggy days of the year. she always up earlier than you, it’s drilled into her. although you can’t complain, padding out of your bedroom to the sight that is your girlfriend suckling the juice off her fingers as she’s bathed in sunlight. completely unaware of how sinful she looked. glancing at the clock, you were grateful that the lack of her warm body next to you had awoken you. giving you enough time to fit one quickie before she had to go work. but for now you were content watching her chomp down that watermelon and lick the juices from her lips.
he’d be soooo worried!!! ofc he’s a doctor and he knows you’re not deathly ill but like your the love of his life and future mother of his child so of course he’s going to be worried to a certain extent. if it’s terrible and you’re throwing up unable to leave the bed, he’s calling off work. nothing is as important as YOU. no matter the list, no matter the order. you are on top.
he’d definitely have a timer for when to take your medication. and it’s almost comedic at how the nonchalant attending of the pitt is quite the opposite when his amazing wife is sick. you laugh if you weren’t well… sick.
ultimately you’d be fine within a week. but then john would be sick bc he spent so much time helping you get better!!!
It’s late. Like, super late. The kind of late that means John, even in his state, would not be letting you go home. Whether that be walking, driving or training. Nope, nope and nope. You’re staying here. In his apartment. Safe. And the state John’s in? You’d been giggling for the last few hours.
When it was just the two of you in his tiny apartment, something he’d been so proud to show you. It was entirely his. And he happily shared it with you. The cozy atmosphere only amplifying the safety and warmth between the two of you. John Carter felt okay to drink perhaps a….. little, over his limit. Nothing too far, just enough that he was a little looser than he should be around most people.
But you aren’t most people. No. Fuck no. You’re his star. His nurse. God when Doug had stolen you for three hours Carter hadn’t been able to think straight. Benton had noticed. Everyone had noticed. He had continuously been looking over his shoulder looking for you. Ignoring the satisfaction and happiness he felt when you had joined his side. As if you were the oxygen his lungs so desperately needed.
That night John had laid in bed. You had a date (which, luckily for him, was terrible) and he was alone. He didn’t need to be alone, no. The amount of numbers stuffed into his white coat pocket was vast. But none of them mattered to him.
That’s when John realised, he was fucked. None of those women mattered to him because they weren’t you. You were all he wanted.
Even now, the moonlight hugging around your silhouette on his sofa. In his apartment. The one that was so terribly cramped but it was a two minute walk from yours and that was all that mattered. Fuck were you a goddess?
“S’pretty,” John mumbled, hand going up to graze the soft skin of your cheek. The tip of his latest bottle pressed somewhat against his lips.
You just laughed, tucking a strand behind your ear. John was always so sweet, so caring. When you’d first become friends you’d allowed yourself to think that it could all mean something more. But after years of waiting your heart had begun to falter.
Pouting at your cute laugh, he shook his head. “Mean it. Prettiest girl I know.” A grin erupting on his face as you nodded, accepting that to disagree would only upset him.
“One of the many reasons I like you.”
Then there’s silence. Trying to comprehend what John had just said. How his eyes lit up at the sight of your small smile, “You like me?” It was the softest of questions, the kind that melted both hearts.
And all John Carter the third could do was nod stupidly. All grins as he watched you finally understand. His eyes falling to your lips for a split second before shaking his head. “Yeah, I like you. A lot. And I want to kiss you, when we’re both sober.”
A sigh left your lips, always the gentle.
“You’re seriously going to make me wait?”
“Trust me, I’ve been waiting so long. Forgive me for wanting one more evening..” He rolled his eyes, hand cupping your face. Thumb running against your bottom lip. Teasing. Evil he was. “Now you take the bed, and I’ll stay here.”
