#{anons}

[annabelle--cane]

Are you like. Okay

the character

[bl4ckmantra]

[should-be-sleeping]

That silver peanut butter is generative ai, not a real product.

Boo. AI is the worst. I wanted to believe in heinous edible metallic paste. I want to live in a world where AI isn't real but silver peanut butter is.

[sansafilms]

wondering if we could get a Baran Al hashing x f!reader x Dana Evans where they both have a crush on reader and it ends up being a 3some 🙈

don’t treat me rough, treat me really niceys — baran al-hashimi x reader x dana evans

authors note: i need them biblically. i need them to say they need to examine me when im sick only for it to lead to medical play sex.

warnings: NSFW, slight powerplay, age gap, reader described to be fresh out of medical school, threesome, oral (al-hashimi!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), tribbing, semi-public/public sex

summary: your attending and the charge nurse are insanely hot. so of course you hook up with them at work

word count: ~1.1k words

song playing: cola by lana del rey

“SUCH A PRETTY LITTLE THING, AREN’T YOU?” the coo comes from behind you. your knees buckle at the feeling of baran’s breath hitting the back of your ear, causing goosebumps to form on your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall. the other woman in front of you chuckles, voice slightly hoarse from the years of smoking cigarettes, her hands gently massaging your bare thighs.

if you were to go back in time to 3 months ago, when you had just finished med school, that you would be in between your chief attending physician and the charge nurse at the hospital you now work at, you would have rolled your eyes and scoffed.

but the signs were there from your first day. bright eyed, ready to begin your new career. you had gone through med school, you had seen the challenges working in the medical field would bring. especially working at the emergency room department of the pittsburgh trauma center. but this was your calling, helping others despite the chaos of the job. you were prepared for whatever you would face.

you met dana first. and the way she looked at you up and down like you were some lost puppy made your throat dry up. her arm draped over your shoulder as she introduced herself, and guided you to where you needed to be. as she spoke, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke invaded your nostrils, making you dizzy with thrill. then you met baran. well-spoken and gentle, as she looked at you like you were worth gold. she went to shake your hand, her own holding yours a second too long.

your first shift there was chaotic to say the least. and while it was mainly from the patients, it was also from the attention you were receiving from the two older women. the subtle little touches or looks that felt way more than simple colleague interactions.

and it had gone on for months. the touches turning bolder as the days passed, their eyes lingering on you way longer, where others began to notice, but couldn’t say anything about. goosebumps on your skin which slowly began turning into your panties turning wet and sticky in the middle of your 12 hour shift. nights laying in your bed overthinking their touches and eyes turned into finger fucking yourself to the thought of them.

slow, and agonizing time waited. time none of you could let pass anymore.

it was such a bad idea. you could hear the hospital announcements coming through the intercom, the occasional alarm go off. you can even hear the distant footsteps of the night crew walking by the empty room. you three shouldn’t be doing this at work. you shouldn’t be completely nude, on a patient bed, back against baran’s chest as her own legs engulf yours, pulling them wide open for dana to see your glistening pussy.

dana keeps massaging your thighs, slowly inching by the second closer to where you need her the most. your clit throbs at her touch, to which she chuckles, “you eager?”

you whimper and nod, feeling baran press a kiss to your neck. “just as eager as we are,” she says, hands going up to fondle your tits. “use your words, tell dana what you want.”

“want your fingers in me,” you gasp out, “please dana,” you beg. dana hums, and allows one finger to land on your clit, pressing down lightly. you gasp, hips jerking up for more, but stopped by barans legs holding you down tighter. dana’s finger travels lower, slowly spreading out the folds of your cunt, occasionally letting the tip of it enter you briefly before exiting.

you whine quietly, impatient. but finally, after what feels like ages, she hooks her middle finger into you. slowly pushing it in, making sure to hook it slightly so you can feel it hit that spongy spot deep in you. you let out a soft moan, tilting your head back to rest on baran. she can’t help it, and immediately presses her lips down onto yours, kissing you and swallowing your moans as dana slowly fingers you.

baran pulls away after a few seconds to watch dana’s finger disappear in you, and she groans slightly when a second finger is added, hearing the squelch of your walls being stretched open. “you sound lovely,” she whispers, gently unwinding your legs together. as you moan softly, trying not to be too loud, you feel baran peel herself off of you, and hear the rustling of fabric hitting the tiled floor. before you can utter a word, you see her straddle your face, her bare pussy right in front of you.

and she doesn’t even have to demand or ask you to, the moment you see her cunt, aching and wet, your mouth immediately goes in, sucking at her clit and tongue fucking her. baran holds onto the hospital mattress, hips moving as she rides your face, letting her curls loosely fall down her back.

you’re too caught up in pleasuring baran that you don’t hear dana kicking off her own pants. you do feel her fingers slip out of you, and you whine into baran’s cunt before moaning and continuing when you feel danas own cunt begin to grind against yours.

baran moans at the sight, grinding down harder on your face as dana slides up and down your cunt, stimulating her clit against your own. “just like that,” dana grunts to herself, as she also watches how you moan and eat baran’s pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

“oh fuck dana,” baran whimpers, “her tongue is so good.” dana nods and groans, working her own hips faster, “so is her pussy.”

you lay there, letting the two of them use your body, but loving every second of it. you love the feeling of dana grinding down on you, sometimes feeling her clit trying to enter and fuck you. you love the taste of baran on your tongue, nuzzling your nose into her clit and the tuffle of curly pubic hair on her. 

baran cums first, and you hear her moan through gritted teeth as she does so, the liquid coating your tongue deliciously. your tongue continues fucking her, riding out her high as you and dana cum quickly afterwards. dana groans, biting down on her lower lip as her thighs shake and her hips stutter. you cum loudly into baran’s pussy, praying it muffles the sound so no one hears and comes into this room.

all three of you pant and shake as you come down from the high of it all, and your head spins when you hear baran tell dana, “time to switch.” your clit throbs, soaking again as it prepares for another round. you just hope that any of the night crew don’t walk in and see you like this..

[corpseprxnce]

Hey how are you handling everything?

[lunaiswriting]

My headcanon is he would like you on top the best or missionary so he can look at you

Best Friend!Eddie x Fem!Reader

18+ only mdni—smut, piv sex (words: 350ish)

I totally agree, and this made me think of best friend Eddie!

At first he can hardly believe you’re actually there and it’s real—the girl he’s been crushing on since forever is naked in his bed and wants to have sex with him? He’s not taking his eyes off you for a second.

Personally, I feel like he’s a boob guy and loves having you on top so he can stare at your tits while you ride him. Every so often he’s reaching out to squeeze them and play with your nipples while you rock and grind in his lap, chasing your high.

The whole time he’s all heart-eyes, gazing up with lust and wonder at the sight of you astride him. It’s like every secret fantasy and wet dream about you he’s ever had come to life—and on top of that you feel so good around him.

There’s some music playing in the background, a sexy kind of low, grinding metal to set the mood. His big hands are gripping the round of your hips, helping you bounce on his cock when your thighs start to burn. And he’s thrusting up into you to the beat while trying to bite back his moans. Your pussy feels so warm and tight that he’s probably going to cum too fast the first few times you fuck—he just can’t help it.

Now as for missionary, that’s when he’s really in his element and more in control. He starts out taking his time, breath hot against your neck while filling you up with each slow stroke. His cock is pretty thick so he lets you adjust to his size, working himself in nice and slow. Your nails are scratching down his back while you wrap your legs around him, telling him no one else has ever been so deep.

Meanwhile, he’s watching you come undone beneath him and it’s making him crazy. He’s trying to last long enough to get you off, but the truth is, he’s barely hanging on.

And sure, he’s all metal and wild by nature but when he has you like that it’s different. He’s softer. There’s a tenderness and care in the way he’s looking down at you that you’ve never seen before.

He’s so lost in your eyes and your pussy that he’s definitely going to let it slip out that he loves you unintentionally the first time you’re together. But that’s okay because it’s true ❤︎

this was my first ask ever so thank you, anon! ‪‪‬ily xoxo

send me more of your headcanons!

[billieswh0r3]

i’m glad ur back!!!! maybe some recs are meeting billie’s parents for first time or her dedicating song to u at concert ! but idk, glad ur back tho 🩷🩷

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 - she makes sure people knows what’s yours.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - nothing really :p

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the stadium had already been loud before billie even stepped onto the stage—but the second she appeared, it became something else entirely. like the air itself had been charged. screams stacked on screams, voices cracking as thousands of people sang lyrics like they were stitched into their lungs. some were crying before the first note even hit, hands pressed to their mouths like they couldn’t believe she was real.

but you—

you were quiet.

not because you didn’t feel it, but because you felt it too much.

your eyes never left her. the way she moved across the stage like it belonged to her, like she belonged to it. effortless. untouchable. she laughed with fans, pointed at signs, leaned into the crowd like she could hold every single person there if she tried. her voice didn’t waver once—smooth, controlled, like nothing in the world had ever shaken her.

and maybe that’s what got you.because you knew her.and she wasn’t always like that.

your head tilts slightly when you see her slow down—then sit. your brows knit together immediately. she never sat this early. not during a set like this. something shifts in your chest, confusion mixing with a strange kind of anticipation.you glance over at finneas, who’s already looking at you.

“what’s happening?” you mumble, your voice barely carrying over the noise.

he just smiles—small, knowing—and shakes his head. “just watch.” that doesn’t help at all.

you stare at him for a second longer, searching for something more, but he just lifts his phone slightly—already recording—before nodding toward the stage.

so you look back.

billie adjusts herself where she’s sitting, tugging slightly at her clothes, pushing her hair back with a quiet little laugh that somehow still echoes through the entire stadium.“a’right—hi guys,” she says into the mic, her voice softer now, more intimate. it makes the crowd quiet in waves, like people are realizing something’s about to happen.

she giggles again, a little nervous this time. “you all—are probably so confused.” laughter ripples through the audience, but your stomach tightens.

“but…!” she adds quickly, sitting up straighter. “i have someone special in the crowd tonight—yeah.” the screams come back instantly—louder, sharper—but you don’t react. not yet.

because she’s looking somewhere.

and then—

she’s looking at you. your breath catches so abruptly it almost hurts.

“so… hi, baby,” she says, her voice softening in a way you’ve only ever heard when it’s just the two of you. “i love you so much, and it’s so silly of me… to fall in love with you…”

your heart stutters. the first soft notes of halley’s comet begin to spill out, quiet and fragile, wrapping around her words like they were always meant to carry them.

and just like that—everything else disappears.

the screaming. the lights. the thousands of people around you.

gone.

it’s just her.

her voice, softer than you’ve ever heard it on stage. her eyes, still flicking back to where you stand like she needs to make sure you’re still there. every lyric feels different now—heavier, closer, like it’s being placed directly into your hands.

you don’t even realize you’ve gone completely still until your chest starts to ache. and then you feel it. tears. slow at first, barely there—just enough to blur your vision. but they don’t stop. they slip down your cheeks quietly, one after another, warm against your skin.

you don’t wipe them.

you can’t.

your fingers curl tighter around the railing in front of you, knuckles paling as you lean into it without thinking, like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

“billie…” you whisper, but it disappears into the music.

you glance to the side and catch finneas again—this time fully recording you, his grin wide and shameless, but there’s something softer behind it. something almost protective. you manage a small, watery smile toward the camera before your attention snaps right back to her.

you don’t want to miss a second.

the song isn’t sad—not really. but hearing it like this… knowing she chose it for you, in front of all these people, without hiding, without softening it—it hits somewhere deeper than you expected.

somewhere you didn’t even realize was open. by the time the last note fades, your face is damp, your breathing uneven. there’s a split second of silence— then you’re clapping before anyone else. loud. unsteady. but loud.

you don’t remember leaving your spot.

only that suddenly you’re moving—pushing through people, muttering apologies that don’t quite form, your hands shaking from adrenaline and something else you can’t name.

it takes longer than it should to get backstage. everything feels too slow, too loud, too crowded.

by the time you finally get there, you’re breathless. and then you see her.

she’s standing a few feet away, talking to crew, her hands moving as she speaks—but she looks different now. lighter. like something’s been lifted off her chest.

your steps slow. your emotions hit you all over again, rising so fast it almost makes you dizzy.

you don’t even realize you’ve stopped until she turns. and sees you. everything on her face changes instantly. “oh—baby,” she breathes, like the word just slipped out of her.

she closes the distance without thinking, her arms wrapping around you tight—tight enough to pull the air from your lungs. one hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, pressing you into her shoulder, the other gripping your shirt like she needs to feel that you’re real.

and that’s it. you break.

your arms come around her just as tightly, fingers twisting into her clothes as you press your face into her neck. “you liked it?” she murmurs into your hair, her voice soft, almost shy now.

you let out a shaky laugh, your words muffled against her “loved it.”

she exhales against you—long, relieved—her shoulders finally dropping. “’m glad, mama,” she whispers, her grip loosening just enough to pull back and look at you.

her thumb brushes under your eyes, catching the tears you didn’t even realize were still falling. “your favorite,” she adds, a small smile tugging at her lips.

you let out a soft huff, still a little breathless. “duh… midnight is always 3am.”

she laughs at that—quiet, fond—like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “yeah,” she murmurs, her forehead pressing lightly against yours. “yeah, it is.”

there’s a pause. a small, perfect one.

“i love you,” she says, softer now, like it’s just for you again. she leans in, pressing quick kisses to your lips—one, two, three—each one lingering just a second longer than the last.

you smile into it, your hands sliding up her arms, over her shoulders, until they rest at the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

“i love you,” you whisper back, before kissing her properly this time—deeper, steadier, like you’re trying to give everything you felt out there right back to her.

and for a moment— it’s quiet again.

just you and her.