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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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char's 2k celebration ⤡ đŤ + bi colors for @maximilff
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I have a love hate relationship when everyone in the tv show is hot
Like who am I supposed to fucking root for I'm suffering as a bisexual for christ's sake??
The stunning women of The Pitt on the red carpet for the Season 2 premiere.
DGA Theater Complex | Los Angeles, CA | January 7, 2026
đˇ Kevin Winter/GA/The Hollywood Reporter via Getty Images, Frazer Harrison/Getty Images
the pitt cast on breaking barriers and becoming lifelines
An adorable and pathetic love sick Bucky who tries desperately to impress the reader? That would be so perfect.
Love can turn men into idiots and make them say and do stupid things. I can imagine Bucky unable to control himself and being extremely cringe worthy in an attempt to look good in front of the reader. Everyone else gets major second hand embarrassment but sheâd think it was sweet and it would work on her because sheâs attracted to him too.
Why do I have such a weakness for pathetic men
absolutely, i like my my real thick and pathetic
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The first time Bucky Barnes tries to impress you, he nearly concusses himself on a doorway.
It isnât even a dramatic doorway. Just the entrance to the Avengersâ common room. But youâre standing there laughing at something Sam said, sunlight catching in your hair, and Buckyâwho has faced down alien invasions, HYDRA torture chambers, and a literal fall from a trainâforgets that he is six-foot-something and solid as a brick wall.
Thunk.
Hi thank you so much for opening up requests! Can I ask for a continuation of oblivious Mira? Now that her and her reader are finally on the same page Mira is doing everything to make up for lost time. Shes determined to shower reader in a barrage of love every day. Reader has no complaints of course even if they tease her a little about it sometimes. If Rumi and Zoey thought they were inseperable before its gonna take a crowbar to pry Mira away from reader now. It was cute at first but you can only walk in on Mira and reader making out so many times before it gets tiring. Mira is shameless about it all until Bobbys the one who walks in on them (oh shit thats her dad). You can decide what happens next xD
Self Restraint
Tags: Mira/Reader, Childhood Friends To Lovers, Guitarist!Reader, Oblivious!Reader verse, Fluff, RomCom, Bobby Gets Traumatized
WC: 3400
Sequel to Slow On The Uptake
Slow On The Uptake
I have had so many asks for this one, and so here it is.
Tags: Mira/Reader, Musician!Reader, Childhood Friends, Pining, Role Reversal of the Oblivious Reader. the adventures of long-term miscommunication
WC: 6300
new mira lore that she ditched med school says from an official merch collab đ omgggg
edit:
because i wanna share it here too đĽş
also me: completely ignoring kpdh's timeline lmao jdhshhaha
natasha romanoff deserved a trilogy
Very true or a series like Daredevil it would have been glorious!
Soulmates
Pairings: Knight!Natasha Romanoff x Princess!Reader
Summary: A silly dream you and Natasha shared as kids turns out to be your destiny.
Word Count: 5.05k
Warnings: Injuries â (broken bones, cuts, bruises)
Authorâs Note: Another one thatâs been collecting dust. At this point Iâm just deep cleaning my drafts I hope you like it đ
Other mini-oneshots: Forever | Promise | Perfect | Enamored
Natasha and you had been raised alongside each other since birth.
As the royal heir you were born the kingdoms Princess, and would one day step up after your parents stepped down from their positions as King and Queen.
Something Safe to Come Home To
The Vet
Wandanat x werewolf!reader
Summary: Natasha thinks you'd be a good K-9 dog the problem is they need to take you to the vet for a blood draw...
word count: 2.1K
Warnings: Past trauma, involuntary loss of autonomy, feral/animalistic POV, food insecurity, fear responses (growling/snapping), hurt/comfort, found family, consent-focused touch, slow burn healing, mentions of blood draw
Authors note:
Taglist: @julieromanoff @bread-crumbs-on-the-bed @aurtymcquarty @ayrtonwilbury @moonxytcn @kermittedfelony @yearning-ka @xeiinpain @lizziescutiepie @poppyshuman @phixiesworld @beggingonmykneesforher @seventeen-x @toe19 @luckilygrimconduit @tigerlillyruiz
Something Safe to Come Home To
Coming Home
Wandanat x werewolf!reader
Summary: Once a wolf with too much human in her eyes, you lose your freedom and your voice, mistaken for something feral and left to wait in a shelter where no one chooses you. Until two women do and slowly, carefully, teach you that safety can feel like soft hands, quiet rooms, and being wanted exactly as you are.
word count: 1.6K
Warnings: Past trauma, implied capture/violence, animal shelter/pound setting, involuntary loss of autonomy, feral/animalistic POV, food insecurity, fear responses (growling/snapping), hurt/comfort, found family, consent-focused touch, slow burn healing
Authors note: Here is part one of a highly anticipated series by you guys. Thank you for all the support in this before I even wrote any of it!
Taglist: @julieromanoff @bread-crumbs-on-the-bed @aurtymcquarty @ayrtonwilbury @moonxytcn @kermittedfelony @yearning-ka @xeiinpain @lizziescutiepie @poppyshuman @phixiesworld
Bringing this video back of Sepideh singing opera
Ariana Debose at the Time 100 Gala (06.08.2022)
Can I have a kiss? | Baran Al-Hashimi
pairing: Baran Al-hashimi x Fem!Reader
summary: After a soft dinner, Baran is feeling needy.
word count: 1k
author's note: HELLOOOO ITS BEEN SO LONG i came here just to post this and then disappear again cus ive been failing all my classes (LIE) so ive been really burned out, WELL I HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS i might write something more for al hashimi idk i love her
The apartment is quiet again after dinner with Baran and her sonâsoft, warm, lived-in.
The plates had been good, simple, something easy after a long day, and now the only thing left is the low sound of running water and the occasional clink of glass against the sink.
Youâre standing at it, sleeves pushed up, hands submerged in warm, soapy water as you rinse the last few things. Itâs not muchâjust a couple plates, a few glassesâbut still.
Behind youâ
Baran.
She had insisted you leave it. Had told you, very clearly, that it could wait until morning. That you should sit, rest, stay with her. Lay in bed and do something more fun.
You hadnât listened.
And now sheâs making that known.
Her arms slide around your waist from behind, slow and deliberate, her body pressing into your back as she tucks herself against you like she belongs thereâwhich, at this point, she kind of does.
âYou are ignoring me,â she murmurs against your shoulder.
âIâm washing dishes,â you correct, smiling faintly as you keep your focus on the glass in your hands.
âIs that more important than me?"
âIt is when you get cranky seeing the mess of dishes.â
She huffs softly, but doesnât move away.
Her chin brushes your shoulder as she nudges your hair aside, fingers gently gathering it and moving it over to one sideâ
And then her lips press, slow and warm, against your exposed shoulder.
You inhale quietly.
âBeeâŚâ
She hums in response, already pressing another kiss, closer to your neck this time.
âYou are paying more attention to the plates than to your girlfriend,â she murmurs, very pointedly emphasizing the word.
You canât help itâyou laugh softly under your breath.
âMy girlfriend?â you repeat, amused.
âYes,â she says simply, like that settles it.
Her hands tighten just a little around your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, resting warm against your skin now instead of fabric.
âYou have been doing this for too long,â she adds, voice quieter, her lips brushing your neck again.
âItâs been like five minutes.â
âIt has been at least ten.â
âIt hasnât.â
She doesnât answer.
Instead, she kisses your neckâlonger this time, slower, bitting carefully, lingering just enough that it makes it harder to ignore.
You exhale softly, shifting slightly in her hold but not pulling away.
âAlmost done,â you tell her. âIâve got likeâthree glasses left. Then Iâm all yours.â
âI want you now.â
You laugh again, shaking your head a little as you rinse another glass.
âYouâll survive.â
âI am not sure I will.â
One of her hands slide further up under your shirt, just barely brushing the underside of your chest. The other hand settles more firmly at your waist, fingers pressing lightly into your skin as she leans into you again.
Thenâ
Another kiss.
Higher.
Closer to your jaw this time. More bitting than kissing, if you're being honest.
âBee,â you warn, softer now.
She ignores you.
Her lips find your neck again, and you feel her breath warm against your skin before she presses another kiss there.
âI want a kiss,â she murmurs.
âYouâre getting one,â you reply, trying to stay focused, âin likeâthirty seconds.â
âThat is too long.â
âIt is not too long.â
âIt is.â
You shake your head, but your voice is starting to betray you just a little.
âIâm almost doneâ"
âPlease.â She whispers right against your skin.
Her fingers tighten slightly at your waist, one of her thumbs brushing more surely against the underside of your boob.
âI want a kiss,â she repeats, quieter now.
You exhale, half a laugh, half a whine.
âBeeââ
âPlease,â she says again, and this time thereâs a faint, almost stubborn edge to it. âJust one.â
You rinse another glass, set it aside.
âTwo glasses,â you mutter.
She does not care.
Her lips press to your neck again, slower, more insistent now, and her hands shiftâone cupping your boob and brushing over your clothed nipple, the other anchoring at your waist, moving softly lower.
âI am asking nicely,â she murmurs.
âYou are being very distracting.â
âThat is the intention.â
You huff a breath, trying not to smile too much.
âOne more glass.â
âI want a kiss.â
âOneââ
âPlease."
You laugh under your breath again, shaking your head as you rinse the last one, water running over your hands.
âIâm literally finishingââ
âI know.â
âAnd youâre stillââ
âYes.â
You donât even get to finish your sentence.
Because the second you set the glass downâ
She moves.
Her hands move to your waist and she gently but firmly turns you around, pressing you back against the edge of the sink before you can even properly react.
Your hands are still wet, lifted slightly away from her on instinctâ
And then sheâs kissing you.
Her hands stay at your waist, grounding you as she leans in fully, closing the distance like sheâs been waiting the entire timeâwhich, clearly, she has.
You let out a quiet moan against her lips, instinctively wanting to reach for herâ
But your hands hover uselessly in the air, droplets of water still clinging to your fingers.
âBeeâmy handsââ you murmur against her mouth.
âI do not care,â she whispers back, and kisses you again.
Itâs slower this time. Deeper.
Her grip on you softens just slightly, one hand sliding along your side while the other stays firm at your waist, keeping you right where she wants you.
You tilt your head into it despite yourself, laughing softly under your breath between kisses because you literally canât touch her back.
âUnfair,â you mumble.
âYou had your chance,â she replies quietly, lips brushing yours again.
The kiss lingers like sheâs making up for every second she had to wait.
Her hands move slowlyâdown, deliberateâtraveling from your waist to your hips.
Then lower.
And thenâ
A firm squeeze. Nails digging into your cheeks.
You let out a surprised laugh and moan against her lips, pulling back just slightly, breath a little uneven now.
âOkayâokayââ
She pauses, just enough to look at you, eyes softer now but still very much focused.
ââŚNow?â she asks, voice quieter again, but still carrying that same need underneath.
You shake your head, smiling, still a little breathless.
âYeah,â you admit.
She leans in like sheâs about to kiss you againâ
But stops just short.
ââŚCan we go to the bedroom?â she asks, softer this time.
You laugh again, a little helpless, a little fond.
âYeah,â you say, reaching for the towel with one hand, finally drying them off. âWe can go to the bedroom.â
You toss the towel aside, leaning in just enough to press a quick, soft peck to her lipsâ
And she immediately follows you when you pull away.
right person, right time. nsfw
pairing: baran al-hashimi x fem!reader
summary: you broke up with your ex, and Baran finds another way to comfort you. contains: nsfw, sex, oral, baran!giving, reader!receiving, dirty talk, bff to lovers, jealousy, possessive baran word count: 1393
Youâd been crying on Baranâs couch for almost half an hour, mascara running down your cheeks, voice raw from telling her every detail of how your ex had made some accusations against you. Heâd been calling you âclingyâ and âdramaticâ before storming out after another fight. Baran sat beside you in her faded Stanford alumni shirt and some loose sweats, one arm draped around your shoulders. She rubbed your back in slow, soothing circles, the way she always did when you were ranting about your now ex.
âI canât believe I wasted almost a year on that asshole,â you sniffled, wiping your nose with the sleeve of the oversized hoodie youâd stolen from her closet months ago. âHe was such a dick, Baran. Why didnât I see it sooner?â
Baranâs jaw tightened, but her voice stayed gentle, low, and warm with that faint accent that always made you feel safe. âBecause youâre too good for him, angel. Way too good. I told you time and time again that he didnât deserve you. Every time you came over smiling about some shitty ass date, I wanted to shake you and tell you how I truly felt. You never listened, sweetie.â
You looked up at her, confused through the tears. âHow you felt? Wait, what are you talking about?â
She exhaled slowly, her brown doe eyes searching yours. Her hand moved from your back to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. âSo, umâI donât know how to say this without it possibly ruining our friendship, but fuck it. The truth is that I uhhhâIâve been in love with you for months. Iâve been crushing on you so hard it hurt watching him touch you. I was jealous as fuck, but I never said anything because you were happy⌠or at least I thought you were. I didnât want to ruin our friendship.â
Your heart stuttered. âBaran. . . I had no idea. You never. . .Iââ
âI know,â she cut in, voice dropping an octave, rougher now. âI kept it locked down. But youâre single now. And youâre here, crying on my couch, looking so fucking beautiful even when youâre broken. Please let me make you feel better. Let me make you feel good,â she whimpers as she grips your thighs. âI know your piss poor ex couldnât make you feel good. That bugged the shit out of me, knowing Iâve been feigning for you, knowing I can satisfy you,â her voice husky.
Heat bloomed low in your belly despite the tears. âWait? What? You. . .want to. . . uhh, you know with me?â you say with fake innocence.
âI want to bury my face between your thighs and eat that pretty pussy until you forget he ever existed,â Baran said, blunt and hungry, her eyes darkening. âI want to taste how wet you get for me. Been fantasizing about it every damn night. You donât know how many times Iâve played with my pussy on the phone with you, imagining how your moans sound. Please, baby. Please. Let me show you what youâve been missing.â
You hesitated only a second before nodding, stunned and suddenly aching. Baran didnât waste time. She gently pushed you back against the cushions, peeling your leggings and damp panties down your legs in one smooth motion, spreading your thighs wide open with strong, steady hands.
âFuck,â she breathed, staring at your exposed pussy like it was something sacred and filthy at the same time. âLook at you. So fucking pretty. Youâre fucking drenched already. All that crying got you worked up, huh? Or is this because you finally know how bad I want to eat that pretty pussy and claim it as mine?â
âI didnât know,â you whispered, voice shaky with surprise and arousal. âI swear I didnât know you felt like that.â
Baran smirked, leaning in until her breath ghosted over your slick folds. âNow you do.â She dragged her tongue in one long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, moaning deeply the moment she tasted you. âMmm. . . so fucking sweet. Better than I imagined. This pussy is mine tonight and forever, angel. Gonna devour every inch until youâre shaking.â
You gasped, hips twitching. Baranâs hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open as she dove back in. She started slow and deliberateâbroad, flat licks that covered your entire slit, savoring every drop of your slick like it was her favorite meal. Her tongue circled your clit lazily at first, then flicked faster, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until your breath came in short, needy pants.
âOh godââ
âNo god. Just me, angel. Mmmm, thatâs it,â she murmured against your pussy, the vibration making you whimper. âSay my name while I eat this sloppy little cunt. Your ex never did this right, did he? Never spent hours down here as he shouldâve. You donât have to worry about that now, baby. Iâm gonna tongue-fuck you until you canât think straight.â
She pointed her tongue and pushed it inside you, thrusting in and out in shallow, wet strokes while her nose bumped your clit. The sounds were obsceneâloud, wet slurping mixed with her low, hungry moans filled the room. She pulled back just enough to spit directly on your clit, watching it drip down your folds before licking it up again, messier this time.
âFuck, youâre dripping down my chin,â she groaned, voice thick with lust. âSuch a messy girl for me. I love it. Been jealous for so long, watching you go home to him when I wanted to drag you to my bed instead. Now look at youâspread open on my couch, letting your best friend devour your pussy.â
Baran slid two thick fingers into you without warning, curling them perfectly against that spongy spot inside while her mouth sealed around your clit and sucked hard. You cried out, back arching, one hand flying to her dark curly hair, fingers tangling tight.
âBaranâright there, pleaseâdonât stopââ
âIâm not stopping,â her voice low, pumping her fingers faster, the wet squelching sounds filling the room. âGonna make this pretty cunt gush all over my face. Come on, baby. Ride my tongue. Use me. Iâve waited forever for this.â
She alternated between sucking your clit with filthy, rhythmic pulls and lapping broad stripes, occasionally pulling her fingers out to replace them with her tongue again, fucking you deep and messy. Your thighs started to tremble, slick coating her chin and dripping onto the couch. Baran didnât care. She just moaned louder, grinding her own hips against the cushion like she was getting off on your pleasure alone.
âYou taste so fucking good,â she panted between licks, lips shiny and swollen. âSweet and tangy and all mine now. Iâm gonna keep eating this pussy until youâre begging me to let you come. Then Iâm gonna do it again. And again. Forget that asshole. Fuck that ugly ass dude. This is what you neededâsomeone who actually knows how to worship this sloppy, needy cunt.â
The pressure built fast and overwhelming. Your hips bucked against her face, grinding shamelessly as she worked you higher. Baran added a third finger, stretching you open, curling and scissoring while her tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit.
âBaranâIâm gonnaâfuck, Iâm so closeââ you were barely able to whimper.
âCum for me, angel,â she demanded, voice rough and desperate.
The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing hard. Your whole body shook, thighs clamping around her head as you came with a broken cry of her name, slick gushing against her tongue. Baran moaned loudly, licking and sucking you through every pulse, swallowing greedily, refusing to pull away until you were twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly.
Only then did she crawl up your body, lips glistening, a satisfied, wicked grin on her face. She kissed you deep and filthy, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.
âBetter?â she asked, voice husky, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.
You laughed breathlessly, still trembling. âSo much better. . .I canât believe we havenât done that sooner. Fuck Iâve been missing out.â
Baran chuckled softly, nipping your bottom lip. âWell, now we did. And Iâm nowhere near done. Spread those legs again, baby. Iâm eating this pussy for the rest of the nightâuntil you forget every man who ever touched you.â
Summary: thoughts on Dr. Al-Hashimi eating you out in the morning after she switched to night shift attending
WC: >1k
Notes: Inspired by gif above. Not proofread. MDNI
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Baran Al-Hashimi looks so pretty eating you out. Truly a mesmerizing sight. Big brown eyes, wet lashes, wild curls, and a flat tongue pressed against your clit. After she began working nights you got the blessing that is waking up to her nestled between your thighs. She's so gentle and soft when you wake up, coming up to kiss your cheek and whisper good morning in your ear. She sweet talks your pussy in Farsi. She kisses down your navel to the lips, letting her tongue caress the seam of your throbbing pussy.
Work scrubs still laying forgotten on the floor from last night. Both of your bras tangle together somewhere next to the bed as she massages the soft underside of your breasts. Her lids flutter shut as she got lost in the gentle roll of your hips against her tongue. Her hands massage the silky skin of your thighs, up and down up and down, grounding you from the pleasure shes causing. As you grow closer to your release, you clutch at her curly locks with one hand and try to mute the loud embarrassing sounds coming from your lips with the other.
She takes your other hand and holds it in her own, her a voice a gentle coo about how she wants to hear your pretty voice. She resumes her ministrations, taking notes of her movements that make you moan or writhe in pleasure against her mouth. She definitely works you through your orgasm by keeping up her pace. She sucks on your clit to prolong the tingling pleasure. If you squirt she laps it up happily and flashes a dopey smile up at you. She's just so content between your legs.
Being in the hospital all night, barking orders, dealing with ED traumas and her own; there is nothing she looks forward to after a long shift more than tucking herself between your legs. Let her brain mellow out and make you feel good. The one thing she knows she can't mess up. At home she can be sweet and soft spoken only making the gentlest requests to scoot to the edge of the bed or tilt your hips up. She LOVES eating you out. âĄ