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.
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.”
i can’t get this concept out of my head like john is such a calm dude and his partner is probably so sympathetic and sweet…
They get into fostering animals through their local shelter. He helps take care of the animals, they even started helping transport animals on roadtrips to different rescues on his day off… him and reader are probably suckers for the older dogs. reader probably works from home so that they have enough time. John doesn’t even get mad at reader when he walks into the living room after a long shit and a sweet ol’ powdered snout comes to greet him for the first time. He just sighs and asks “what’s their name?” with a soft smile hehehehe
maybe this is a request? idkidkidk but i had to plant my seeds somewhere 👁️👁️
ahhh dis is so cute !!! i love john shen &. fostering whether it’s animals or kiddos tbh!! but this takes the cake fr bc i NEED more.
can you imagine him going through drive thru w/ one of the foster doggies and getting those lil pup cups. he’d also defo be the type to walk the doggies in the early morning w/ no shirt or maybe a tank top and he’d look so good holy moly.
or like meet cute &. it’s just ur dog and his dog bumping into each other and ur like oh my dogs a rescue n he’s like oh mines a foster (yes this is loosely based off of 101 dalmatian’s why do you ask) and immediately sparks are flying. and you two go on coffee dates at dog friendly places so you both find new niche places to go again and again.
also, there’s this weird buzzfeed movie where the two main characters dogs like are expecting puppies and i feel like john would take on the responsibility so well and he’d be like discussing when he’d have the pups and when you’d have the pups and he’d show up with gourmet dog food &. a coffee for you at like ten am straight after his shift.
oooo!! and dare i say he’d be the type to have a dog as the ring man (idk wedding stuff) and it would be the cutest thing ever.
if you want me to expand on any of these do lemme know bc this is such a cute idea!!
does anyone have any barsantos fics (mainly on ao3) i’m talking LONG i’ve been getting into fanfic binding and wanna see if there’s any that interest me enough!!!
fwb!baran who comes over friday night to have your usual fun but finds you feeling weak from a migraine. . .instead of leaving like you expect her to, as the arrangement had always been for one thing and one thing only, after all, she stays and coaxes you back to health. literally pulling out her inner doctor even after a long shift ♡ brews you tea for your caffeine intake, fills your water bottle, helps you to the bathroom to soak your feet in warm water, mumbling a “this helps, love, trust me,” and you try so hard not to dwell on how it’s the first time she’s really used a pet name for you outside of sex. how she stays with you until you fall asleep in the darkness of your bedroom, wrapped in her arms, reassuring you she’s right where she wants to be, how you didn’t “ruin” anything just because you didn’t have sex with her tonight. “that’s not all this is about, you know. i care for you, sweetheart” :( her leaving the next morning before you wake but filling your water bottle and setting up tea for you to brew on the counter, because she feels maybe that last comment was a bit much :(
He’s grinning as he shows off his wedding ring around his neck. Flicking through all the photos of you and bump. The moment he gets an ultrasound everyone at work is seeing it.
He’s buying coffee sm so you get the points and can have as many free coffees as you like. The moment a woman flirts with him??! He’s suddenly saying his HIS WIFE felt like this a few weeks ago and it’s wasn’t anything terrible.
John Shen getting picked up by HIS WIFE who he mentioned 78283 times that shift and being driven home like the passenger princess he is. You’re playing some stupid music that he loves as he rubs your belly.
john shen getting so stressed at work that he can’t wait to get home and burry himself in your tits. groping at your ass as he whines about how hard today has been and how he needs you soooo badly. poor baby :( you can feel how hard he is as he’s rutting agaisnt you begging to fuck you because you’re the only thing that anchors him.
