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lesbian writer

[slutsmosh]

“so be it, i’m your crowbar”

Baran Al-Hashimi x fem reader

fluff, emotional hurt/comfort

a/n - ngl my fics are flopping, so i’m just gonna keep writing 👀 thank you guys if you are interacting and feel free to give me ideas or criticisms! title is a fiona apple reference

Lately you’ve noticed that your wife is more quiet, reserved than usual. You begin to worry about her, watching her silently.. just trying to gauge her mood or what you could possibly do to make things better. After one of her long shifts at the hospital, you go to pick her up early in the morning (a new habit after her absence seizures returned, and neither of you feel comfortable enough to let her drive herself.) She looks exhausted, her eyes glazed over and distant. You stop before pulling out of the lot, cupping her cheek. She looks at you, sighing shakily.

“Talk to me, B. Just tell me what I can do and I’ll do it.” you say, almost pleading. You can’t bear to see her suffering, and she can’t bear to see you worrying about her. “My absence seizures are progressing, and today during my shift I had three.. I found myself actually considering telling Robby.” she says softly, the worry in her tone evident. You take her hands, squeezing them. “Look at me, Baran. We can go talk to your neurologist. There’s help for you, my love.” you reply softly, looking in her eyes. “But telling Dr. Robby.. that’s a decision for you to make. I want what’s best for you, but if you decide you can’t trust yourself I understand that.” you add softly. She remains quiet for a moment, teary eyed and pensive. “What are you thinking, baby?” you ask patiently.

“I don’t know if I can fight this. I’m terrified to drive, I had a seizure in front of my coworkers. It’s just getting worse” she says shakily. You nod understandingly, desperately wanting to know what to say to fix everything. All you can do is hold her, and you do. She cries quietly in your arms, her face buried against your shirt. You stroke her curls gently, her arms clenched tightly around you. After a few minutes, she regains her composure and pulls back slightly. “I want to get through this, I do. Let’s talk to my doctor this evening.” she confirms.

When you both get back to your apartment, Baran fixes herself a bowl of yogurt, fruit and granola before going to sleep. She sleeps through most of the day, as per usual after such a long shift. You check on her frequently throughout cleaning or reading. About an hour before her last minute appointment with the neurologist, you shake her awake gently. “Come on, babe. Need to get ready for the appointment and have something to eat.” you say quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. She gets dressed and ready while you prepare a sandwich and some potatoes for her to eat before the appointment.

She comes up behind you, smelling of her perfume after just putting it on. Her hands wrap around your waist, and you feel her lips on your shoulder. “Mm.. thank you for taking care of me today, khoshgelam. It means far more than you know to me.” she says gratefully, peering at you with her large dark eyes. “It’s what I’m here for, baby. Now eat before it gets cold.” you say lovingly, watching her sit at the kitchen island. She picks at the meal she usually eagerly finishes, and you take her hand gently. “My love, you’re going to be okay. We’ll get through this.. Is that what you’re worried about?” you ask softly. She sighs, hoping you hadn’t noticed her nerves. “I know, precious.. I just can’t help but worry. My career is on the line if I can’t get these in check.” she says defensively. “I’m not worried about your career, Baran. I’m worried about your life.” you retort. Something about what you said seems to resonate her, and she looks away for a moment. “You’re right.. I’m so worried about what my job will think when I’m not even concerned about my safety. That’s so fucked up.” she sighs, running her hands through her hair. “We should go. Don’t want to be late.” she says, grabbing her purse. You grab the keys, and head out.

[slutsmosh]

Baran Al-Hashimi x Fem Reader

a/n - I took a long hiatus but I’m back and should be writing more often - Thank you guys for the response to my first fic, and this will be my second one ever written so please be honest!

This fic is inspired by the GIF above! (sourced from The L Word: Generation Q)

(wlw explicit)

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Baran is incredibly focused, looming over the stove in a dark red tank-top and comfortable lounge pants. You sit quietly and admire her as she intently stirs and seasons the vegetables cooking in the steaming skillet beneath her. You get up, approaching her slowly and wrapping your arms around her waist. She relaxes into your embrace, sighing quietly. “You’re always so tense, B.” you whisper softly. Her hands squeeze yours placed over her stomach.

“I know.. but you know just with my hours I-“ She pauses as you cut her off. “Baby. I understand, but you don’t relax when you are actually home with me. You’re always cleaning everything or thinking about work.” She sighs deeply, turning to face you, her large deep eyes trailing down to the floor. She cups your face tentatively, frowning slightly. “I want to do better, honey. I do.” She admits genuinely, her gaze soft and understanding. “…And I will do it on my own terms, understand?” She adds firmly, backing you against the island. She gives you a look, the look.

Your face flushes as you feel her hands on your hips, sliding under your shirt and running up your sides as she makes you melt just with her eyes. She does not hesitate to flip you around, pressing your front and stomach against the counter. You feel her lips on your neck, unable to keep in the faint whimper that escapes your lips. “Does this count as me relaxing?” she teases in a low tone. You feel her rings clattering on the countertop near you as she takes them off, her hand slipping into your shorts. Her free hand holds you against her while she pleasures you. She rubs tight circles around your clit, kissing your neck roughly.

Your hands grip the countertop, your eyes shut tightly and mouth agape as moans escape your lips. She makes no effort to silence you, in fact she does everything possible to draw as many sounds as possible from you. Her free hand slides under your shirt, resting firmly on your upper stomach just beneath your bra, holding you against her. Her body feels warm against your back, her curls occasionally tickling your neck or shoulder as her fingers move skillfully between your thighs.

She nips your ear playfully, relishing in the sound you make when you feel her teeth graze your skin. “You close?” She hums against your neck in a demanding tone. You nod urgently, unable to express anything with words at the moment. Her fingers quicken and your mind goes cloudy. “Baran…” You moan out weakly as you finish, your body tensing against hers. She holds you carefully, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder. She helps you to the bathroom, running a bath for you while she finishes cooking dinner. She comes to check on you frequently, giving you samples of the sauce and veggies or just a loving kiss here and there.

[slutsmosh]

"Just us."

Angela Giarratana x fem reader

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explicit oneshot

a/n - This is my first time ever writing a fanfic, so if you read this - please leave feedback! Any criticism (constructive hopefully) is appreciated. Inspired by the gif above :)

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Angela has endured a long day of multi-hour livestreaming at Smosh, all she wants is to have some wine with her friends, hold her dog, Spork, and relax. She calls you, her partner, and a couple of friends of hers to come over. Once everyone arrives, you all mingle and drink cheap red wine sitting out on Angela's patio. It's a nice, decently warm summer evening, and you sip your wine, listening to Angela ramble about the current show she's watching.

After a bit, everyone leaves, the sky turning a lovely golden as it gets later. Angela looks at you, smiling softly. "I'm really glad you came, y'know? Hanging out with my friends, I mean.. not just us, one-on-one," she says appreciatively, her fingers playing with your rings as she holds your hand. "Of course, Ange. You know I wouldn't miss this. Plus, I actually like your friends," you say. She smirks slightly, looking at you. "Yeah?" she says, her smirk becoming a grin. "Mhm." You hum softly, the energy between you two changing, exchanging looks back and forth.

She slowly climbs on your lap with a quiet sigh, straddling you, setting her wine glass aside, her hands resting on your chest, her fingertips right over your collarbones. She runs a hand through her hair, fixing it as she looks down at you. She leans down, one hand cupping your cheek, and she kisses you passionately. You pull away slightly, "Ange?" you say quietly, "Yeah?" she replies, pulling away and looking at you to make sure you're okay, your faces inches apart. "Maybe we should take this inside? What if one of your friends comes back because they forgot something?" I say, but she quickly disregards me. "Don't worry about that, okay? Just relax, baby. I got you," she replies.

She kisses you again, slower this time, her hands exploring your body. The birds chirping around you and the now chilly air stinging your skin are fading away. All you can feel, think of, is her lips on yours.. her hands going lower and lower on your body. She kisses down your jaw, and her lips descend your neck, making sure not to leave any marks. A moan escapes your lips, and you feel her smirk against your neck.

Your hands run through her short brown hair, relishing in how rough and dexterous her hands are, touching you in all the right ways somehow. There's a certain familiarity, her hands tracing each curve with experience. She pulls your shirt off your head, kissing you again while her hands caress your sides gently, occasionally squeezing them.

You feel her hands on your hips now, her thumbs swiftly sliding into the waistband of your shorts. The slight rasp in her voice partially snaps you out of your dreamy haze, her tone gentler than usual, "Is this okay?" She asks you, her eyes on your face. She waits for your response before moving. "Please." is all you say, and she understands. Her hands pull them down swiftly, and she repositions, kneeling before you.

She takes her time, her slightly rough hands squeezing your thighs while she showers kisses on your inner thigh while looking up at you. She runs her fingers along the hem of your tight boxers, pulling them down. She spreads your legs, looking up at you, the look on her face almost makes you melt, desperation mixed with unspoken authority.

You nod, simply, your fingers tangling in her hair. She dives in, her head disappearing between your thighs. Your head falls back against the reclined chair, a gasp falling from your lips. She glances up at you, checking in and enjoying your reactions. Her tongue darts up from your entrance to your clit, sighing in pleasure, your thighs tightening around her head. You look down, her eyes closed, hands squeezing your thighs. You hear her moan softly against your core. She picks up the pace, sucking on your clit. You grow more vocal, but you remain mindful of the fact that anyone could return or catch you. She knows you're close, trying her best to get you there. With her skilled tongue, she drives you over the edge. You moan out her name, your grasp on her tightening, back arching slightly.

She slows down, eventually pulling away, your body relaxing. She kisses your inner thigh a few times before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and kissing you. "You okay? Need anything?" she asks with genuine care and concern. You take a moment to collect yourself, kissing her once more. "I'm good, baby." After regaining your composure, you both head inside, shower, and curl up on the couch with Spork to watch Netflix.