Baran grabbing you by the chin and and saying firmly “listen to your mother” I AM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE
Godddd the way she quirks her eyebrow in the show and her little tense jaw moments and how often she looks people up and down and her lil angry expressions before she quickly wipes it off for something more pleasant and professional. Her doing all of that while holding your chin and saying “listen to your mother” fuuuUUUCK I NEED HER
tags: baran x reader, fauxcest, firm mom baran, nails digging in
Having a rough day. Being so tired and grumpy. Trying not to show it but failing. Baran asking gently if you’re feeling okay. You brush her off. You don’t want to talk about it and you know you won’t be able to control your tone. She doesn’t ask again but she stays close, offering unspoken support. It’s nice but you’re having the kind of day when everything pisses you off. You try not to but eventually you snap at her. The door to the cupboard is loose on it’s hinge and she’s swinging it back and forth to see whether she needs to grab a screwdriver or not.
“Leave it.”
She’s on you in a second. Nails grip your cheeks, dig in.
“Do not speak to me like that.” Baran’s voice is firm, a warning. Your anger flutters. “I am only trying to help.”
“I don’t want your help.”
Her nails dig in more and you wince.
“Your want does not outweigh your need.”
“I need space.”
Baran’s smile takes a condescending edge. “That’s what you think you need. Wrong, once again.”
You have to force down your protest. Her grip on you already hurts. She stills sees it on your face.
“What’s the saying?”
You stubbornly stay quiet. She shakes your chin a little.
“Mom knows best,” you mumble. Her smile grows.
“That’s right.” She pulls your head closer. You can feel her hot breath on your lips. “Mom knows best. So get on the bed.”
Your skin stings with relief when she lets go. You debate for a second whether to listen but she tilts her head slightly, looking you up and down, and you rush to the bedroom with your tail between your legs.
Hi it’s me again can you do Yandere Baran Al-Hashimi x fem baker reader where Baran visit reader’s bakery please. thank you.
obsessed Baran 😋 yes please
tags: technically stalking, oblivious reader, first kiss 🥰
words: 399
Baran watches you open your bakery every morning. She can’t watch you close every night because of work but she makes do. You don’t know that she does it but she thinks you’d appreciate the extra security. The only reason she doesn’t tell you is because you act so differently when you know you’re being watched. It’s nothing like the mindless ease you move about the bakery with in the early hours of the morning. She’s seen it dozens of times by now and yet she’s still captivated.
You may not know she watches you but she is usually your first customer. ‘Squeezing’ in a visit before her shift, but always having the time to talk to you. You’re different again with her in the store. A bit more mindful, bashful at times. It’s special. A secret she holds in her heart. No one gets to see you like this. Only her. You’re always louder when you visit the ER, you have to be to be heard over there. This quiet side of you is the balm she needs with another long shift ahead of her.
You light up when she walks through the door, like you always do.
“Hi, Baran,” you wave, then look embarrassed and drop your hand. Adorable.
“Good morning.” She leans against the counter and enjoys the way your eyes dip before meeting her gaze again.
“What can I get for you today?”
She looks at the empty display case. She wouldn’t have come in if you’d already filled it.
“What’s on the menu?”
“You want to see?” you ask excitedly. You’ve only done this a few times but it’s so cute. Baran understands what it’s like to love your craft and she loves that you have that quality to.
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
You eagerly pull her behind the counter and out the back. She makes the appropriate impressed noises as you show off what you’ve made for today but she can’t take her eyes off you. You turn back to her expectantly.
“What would you like?”
Baran steps closer. She can’t help it. She cups the back of your neck, playing with your baby hairs.
“Baran?” you murmur.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
Your mouth doesn’t move. She pulls you in. You’re soft but not hesitant. You match her when her hunger grows. It’s everything she’s dreamed. You’re everything she dreamed.
Can you do Baran Al-Hashimi x fem reader. Where reader is a baker and she comes by the hospital with pastries for everyone and is kind and very soft spoken. And Baran get possessive and whatever you want. Please and thank you!
Can do 😋
tags: possessive baran, voyeurism if you squint,
words: 443
You place the bags of goodies on the little break room table, they really should have something bigger with how many people work in the department, and start hunting for the trays you left here last time. They’re cheap but cute and they help show off your work.
“Let me help you.”
You jump back. You’ve learnt Dr Al-Hashimi has a habit of sneaking up on people, yet it still surprises you every time.
“Oh,” you try to hide your embarrassment, “Thank you.”
Her hand brushes your lower back as she moves to your other side.
“I hid them,” she explains with a smile, like you’re in on a secret together.
“Oh?” you say distractedly. Her smile is unfair and her hands flex as they reach up and open the top cupboard.
“Mmm,” she pulls the trays down. They click as she places them on the table and you snap out of your staring, quickly moving to move your pastries from the bags to the trays. “Some of my staff were getting confused on what counted as a plate.”
You chance a glance at her and have to duck your head again. Her amusement is clear and infectious.
“Well, then thank you for saving my trays.” You finish unloading the bags, slightly adjusting a few of the pastries. Presentation is half the battle.
“You’re welcome.”
Oh. You can feel her breath against your cheek. She’s moved closer, her hand now firmly on your lower back. You can’t turn to look fully at her without your nose brushing hers. Still, you know your eyes are wide.
“I appreciate all the goods you bring for my staff,” she says quietly.
“They’re for you too,” you say. Normally embarrassment floods you when something like this happens but she’s so close that it’s all you can focus on. It’s the only thing your body feels at all. Her breath, her hand, her heat.
“Even more then.” She brushes her lips along the apple of your cheek. You freeze, wondering if you’re dreaming.
Someone clears their throat and you jerk back in surprise. Dr Javadi and Dr Santos are standing in the door. Dr Javadi’s eyes are as wide as yours.
“Okay,” Dr Santos draws out the word. “Message loud and clear.” She steps fully inside and swipes the pastry closest to her. Yes, you certainly got the message but you’re not sure what message she was meant to get from seeing that. Dr Santos looks at Dr Javadi and rolls her eyes. She grabs two more pastries and shoves one into Dr Javadi’s hands before pushing her out the door muttering, “She wants that cookie so bad.”
Hi! I hope you're doing well, this is my request for the snippet Sunday! Baran Al-Hashimi x reader, pet play. Baran loves her puppy so much and spoils them frequently, but what happens if puppy misbehaves for the first time?
Hi!! Yaaaaay puppy reader 🥰🥰 Thanks for sending your request in!!
I am on @dykepitts train of Baran using actual punishments not funishments so the answer is corner time 💔 I was gonna say crate bc puppy but she wants your crate to be a place of comfort. I still think this is really fun :p
Baran made her expectations clear from the start but she does it so softly you often forget they’re hard lines. You don’t have much trouble with them anyway. Your owner is so soft and kind when you behave, rewarding you generously for your obedience. There’s no real reason you want to misbehave, or need to.
The first time you do misbehave, wanting to has nothing to do with it. You’re a needy pup. Baran has always said so and she adores it. You’re always so eager for her and so eager to please. Lazy days often end with you sucking her fingers and humping in her lap, all the attention from her too much to handle. Your neediness, so beloved, ends up being what gets you in trouble.
Baran had been in the middle of working you up, gentle hands caressing, soft cooing, when she’d been called into work. An emergency she couldn’t say no to. She’d stayed long enough to help you both come down fully from the scene, avoiding a sub or domme drop as much as possible, before running you a warm bath and telling you to be good with a kiss on the forehead goodbye. The bath had been nice and Baran had calmed your emotions before she left but the ache lingered. Baran enjoys teasing her puppy enough that you can handle a bit of edging but that always had an end time and now you don’t know when Baran will be home or if she’ll feel like playing when she is. Being in the bath doesn’t help in the end. Baran always bathes you and she always gives a treat when you patiently let her. The memory of skin sliding over yours underwater has you quickly getting out. You thought laying down for a nap would help but Baran’s scent lingers on her pillow and before you realise what you’re doing, you’re shoving your face into it as you hump the bed. It only makes you needier and it’s not long before the pillow is between your thighs and your high in reach.
You slump to the bed after, happy tingles all through out your body. Then guilt seeps in. You aren’t meant to touch yourself without Baran. You technically haven’t touched yourself but your owner made it very clear that she wants you to honour the heart of the rules, not the exact wording. You slip off into the living room to curl up and watch something comforting. You won’t ever do it again and Baran will never know.
Except you forget to wash the pillow. Baran does the usual routine when she comes home but she comes out holding the pillow with a raised eyebrow. You immediately curl in on yourself, baring your neck and looking to the side.
“That’s what I thought,” she sighs. You turn your head to stare up at her with wide eyes. She points at her feet and you scramble over. You keep your eyes on the floor but she cups your jaw and makes you look up at her.
“What’s the rule?”
“No touching without you.”
“That’s right. If you know it, why did you break it?”
You whine quietly. Her grip tightens warningly.
“Was needy,” you mumble. Her face softens.
“I did leave my poor puppy in quite the state, didn’t I?”
You nod as much as her grip will allow, giving her your biggest eyes. Her thumb brushes over your cheek.
“Poor thing,” she coos. Hope rises in your chest. Her grip on your jaw tightens again and her voice turns firm. “You’ll have plenty of time to think of ways you could’ve distracted yourself instead of being naughty.” You wilt. “Go kneel in the corner. I’ll set the timer.”
@athshainigh // baran said: we rarely see hope in this place.
FOR A FEW SECONDS, SAMIRA DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING. She's waiting for Dr. Al-Hashimi to add the but part. The we rarely see hope in this place...but today, we made a difference. Today, we did.
Samira ends up staring blankly across The Hub for longer than acceptable, given Al-Hashimi's attentive expectation, given the fact that Samira endlessly, endlessly has something to prove to her superiors here.
"I know," she finally says, and it makes her a little queasy to agree. "I know. This is the ED. But that doesn't mean we should resort to pessimism entirely." She clears her throat. "In my informed opinion, at least. It's—" Skittish glance. "—I've been at PTMC for a couple of years."
