samira mohan x fem!reader // dana evans x fem!reader // parker ellis x fem!reader // mel king x fem!reader // victoria javadi x fem!reader // baran al-hashimi x fem!reader // cassie mckay x fem!reader // trinity santos x fem!reader
part 2 NSFW, SMAU, mdni! text messages, horny reader, suggestive language °❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･
i need to be studying but... who knows? will make a part 2 with the other ladies probs
Tags: ex!reader, injuries (reader has a fractured rib), unresolved tension, probable medical inaccuracies (i tried my best), v brief non sexual nudity, mild angst, softness (it’s there, trust), they're still in love your honor!
Summary: You end up in the ED with none other than your ex-wife as your physician. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
Word count: 2.9k
It seemed inevitable. Not because you're particularly accident-prone, but because you're not usually in the universe's good graces, and if your ex-wife happened to be working at the closest emergency department to your home—well, then, you'll just so happen to be delivered right to her doorstep. That's the way of things. Distance tries to separate you—it puts up a mighty fight—but eventually, one way or another, you'll chase Baran. Baran will chase you.
It's a loop you've come to rely on.
You sit yourself in the seventh circle of hell, get your vitals checked, get sent back to the waiting room, follow a young nurse into a fluorescent-lighted maze, behind a curtain, and onto a bed—all without seeing her. But you know you will, sure as the sharp throb that echoes in your chest. Some delusional part of you thinks you can feel her, distantly, moving from room to room, skirting the space around you without her feeling it.
"A doctor will be with you in a minute." The nurse tells you. She props up the gurney so you can sit upright.
You nod as you lean back into it, managing a smile through the pain. It's already hard enough to breathe without the uncomfortably sharp smell of disinfectant, just barely blanketing the rusty scent of blood underneath.
You've always hated that smell. Hated how it clung to her curls, how you'd find it burrowed deep under her skin long after she'd leave the wretched place.
Really, you hated all of it. But mostly how it called to her. How she couldn't stop herself from answering.
The curtains swish open, stirring air. You lift your head, unable to stop the twitch in your mouth when your eyes find hers.
Bingo.
Baran's eyes widen, just the smallest bit, then dip down to comb over you. You feel every inch of her assessment as if her hands were prodding here and there, searching for wrongness she could fix.
"This is Y/N L/N." The nurse announces. "Came in for pain at the ribs, some trouble breathing."
Baran's gaze snaps back to yours. She blinks. You blink back.
The doctor beside her gives her a sideways glance before she steps up to your bedside. "Hi, Miss L/N." She smiles. "This is my attending, Doctor Al-Hashimi. I'm Student Doctor Javadi. We'll need to take a look at your lungs, if that's okay."
You nod, pulling yourself straighter as she unwinds the stethoscope from around her neck. Discomfort prickles your skin, the kind that follows a heavy, prolonged stare. Your eyes dart to the figure still looming at the foot of your bed.
Baran clears her throat. You just barely catch the short breath she takes in, steadying herself. "Have you suffered a blow to the chest? A fall, maybe, or an—"
"I fell." You say shortly. Her head tilts, eyes sharpening.
The silence grows. You reluctantly go on.
"I was going down the stairs, my son's toys were everywhere. I slipped. Landed on my chest."
"Take a deep breath for me, please."
You take one and wince, the inhale cutting off midway through. Pain flares in your side, a sharp throb that lingers even after you breathe out. It beats white-hot. The med student apologizes, but she prods for another one, the metal of her stethoscope cold as she shifts its position on your chest. Your fingers curl into a fist.
"Anything to break the fall?"
You shake your head, your voice coming out wheezy. "It happened fast."
"No absent breath sounds." She says, leaning back. Baran's nod is stiff.
"You'll need to check the area."
The med student turns to you. "Can I lift up your shirt?"
You do it yourself. The cold air of the ED is a small relief against your skin.
"Where does it hurt?"
You don't know if it's the roaring in your ears, but Baran's voice is dulled. Softened. You don't look at her as you gesture to your side, careful not to touch the sore area. It doesn't matter anyway. The girl does it for you, feeling gently along your abdomen until her fingers find the spot.
Your breath hitches. "Faint swelling," she murmurs, "…around the seventh rib… Let me know if you feel any tenderness." She hardly presses, but the pain responds anyway, too loud, too hot.
You inhale sharply.
"Stop." Baran's voice rings out. The girl snaps back on her heels, her hands raised. You sag back onto the gurney, letting your shirt down as Baran clears her throat and nods at the med student. "That's enough for us to know it's at least fractured." Her gaze shifts to you, not unkind. "We'll need to take you for an X-ray."
"Fun," you rasp. "Lead the way."
"I'll get you a gown." The nurse pipes up. The med student follows her out, saying something about coming back when the scan is done.
The curtain swishes closed around them, leaving you alone with your ex-wife. She hasn't moved from her spot—still rooted to the foot of your bed with her arms crossed, like she's standing guard. There's tension along her shoulders. The familiar glaze of concern in her eyes.
Silence crowds, but you don't have the stomach for it.
"Hello." You say tiredly, a headache starting to pulse at your temples. This is not how you wanted today to go.
She seems to unfreeze with that one word. Arms dropping, she clasps them behind her back and takes two steps closer to your bedside. Her voice loses its edge. "How bad is the pain?"
"It's fine." You mumble.
She gives you a look.
"A seven," you relent. "…and a half."
A small fissure blooms on her face, faint cracks rippling through her composure. She sucks in a deep breath—quite mean to do in front of you, if you're honest—and swallows, her mouth set.
"Usually, for rib fractures, there's nothing we can do except prescribe medication. Your scan will tell us more, however the fracture will likely heal on its own. Extreme cases require surgery, but otherwise it's ice packs and rest—no heavy lifting, no lying down."
"Okay." You say blankly. "Good to know."
She continues as if you haven't spoken. "I can have them give you a shot of—"
"No." You shake your head. "No shots."
You have too much shit to do already. You'd planned on making use of your son's absence by getting the house in order, running the errands you've been putting off for weeks—but of course, of course, you had to end up here. The last thing you need is to have some medication messing with your head, slowing you down further.
Baran lets out a breath, her hands curling around the rails of the gurney. "The effect won't last long. Clearly, you're uncomfortable. You might as well take something while you're here." You stay silent, and she pushes, knuckles poking sharp through her skin. "Karim is with my parents, there's no reason why you should be refusing—"
The sigh is out of your mouth before you can stop it. "I have shit to do, Baran." You snap.
"How exactly do you suppose you're going to do anything if you can't even take a full breath on your own? What's so important, anyway?" Her eyes blaze. "Laundry?"
The curtain swishes open.
"Oh—" The nurse shrinks back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Baran lets go of your bed as if she'd been burned. Her eyes are still blazing as she turns and forces a smile, stiffer than the hand she lays on the nurse's shoulder. "Thank you, Emma." She says, deliberately even. "Please let me know when you get the result back."
She leaves without sparing you a glance.
-
You know the Pitt is notorious for its horrendous waiting times, but you still hadn't expected to wait an entire hour for the result of a simple X-ray. Hell, the actual scan itself had taken mere minutes.
You perk up when the curtain swishes open again, but Baran doesn't make for the laptop screen against the wall. Instead she approaches your bedside, a glass jar in one hand and a cup of tea in another.
"I don't suppose you've eaten." It's not phrased as a question. You hate that it's not, because she knows, and she's right. "The cafeteria food is terrible." She continues without waiting for your answer, her tone peevish. "Here."
You're not above accepting her offerings. The tea smells like the kind she used to make at home, minted and sweet. Its steam works up a lump in your throat.
It hurts, seeing her. It always does. Whether you've fought or not, whether you're civil or not. Just her presence is hard to swallow down. You still haven't gotten used to the distance, miles of oceans between you, no matter how physically close you are.
It's ridiculous. You've lived most of your life without her, and yet a decade and some have ruined you for the unforeseeable future.
The tea scalds your tongue. Baran is notably gentler as she sets the jar down on the bed along with a tissue-wrapped spoon. Overnight oats, if you had to guess.
"Thanks," you mutter.
She inclines her head in a nod and perches on the arm of the chair next to your bed. "I'm sorry you've had to wait so long. There's a holdup with the X-rays."
"I didn't expect to get special treatment." You give her a tight-lipped smile. She doesn't return it until you say, "This place seriously sucks, though."
"Yes, well." Her laugh is more of a huffed breath. "We're unfortunately not the most punctual." She frowns down at her hands for just a second before she looks back up at you. Her eyes dip to your gown.
"Do you need help getting that off?"
"I'm good."
Not.
She stands. "Baran."
"Button downs will be easier to wear," she says, reaching for your folded clothes. You'd managed your pants on your own, but you couldn't untie the gown without your vision flashing white. "Anything you don't have to pull over your head. At least for the first two weeks."
"Noted," you say, "but I can—"
"Can you stop," she breathes, fingers bunched in your shirt, "being so goddamn stubborn?"
Her eyes are always mesmerizing when she's angry. They darken several impossible shades, turn into shards of glassy obsidian.
You drain the last of your tea, hand her the cup, and silently lean forward. Her exhaled breath hits the shell of your ear, low and desperately trying to stay controlled. You feel her finger hook into the messy bow at your back. Feel her tug it loose.
You peel the gown away. It's a scratchy, awful thing; you toss it further down the bed, quietly grateful as you turn back to Baran and take your bra from her.
"This could count as harassment, you know." You meet her eyes, hold the cups to your chest.
She only raises a brow.
It's enough to make you flush, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. Her hands are warm as they fasten your bra. The brush of her fingers nearly makes you shiver, but you hold it, force your shoulders back to keep the tingle from running down your spine.
And if goosebumps rise up on your flesh—well, the ED is cold. Your skin is sensitive. Baran's hands smell like sanitizer, harsh and clinical as she stretches out the collar of your shirt, helps you fit your head in. There's a brief flash of pain when you have to guide your arm through a sleeve, but it dissipates as you fully shrug the shirt on. You don't care to attribute it to the way her fingers linger on your abdomen, gently splayed over your side. They stay there even after you settle, fully clothed.
"Baran." You murmur, your heart kicking faster. Her head is ducked, eyes on your torso where her thumb draws circles.
"It will be…difficult to get around," she says, still looking down, "for a few days. The meds will only get you so far. You shouldn't overexert yourself."
"I won't."
"You could stay." The words are soft from her mouth, nearly mumbled. Baran doesn't mumble. "With me. Until it gets better."
She's looking at you now. You almost wish she isn't.
"Because that won't fuck with Karim's head."
Her lips thin.
"You're hurt."
"I can manage."
"Karim can stay with my parents. They won't mind, they never do—"
"And when do you get home, Baran?" You wonder.
She doesn't shy away from your eyes. "At least you'd have someone."
"I don't need someone." Your throat is unbearably scratchy. Your attempt at a laugh doesn't ease the ache—worsens it, actually, right where your pulse beats. "Jesus, you make it seem like I'm dying. I'll be fine."
Your conviction weakens with that last word, crumbling beneath Baran's gaze. Even years down the line, you could never quite get used to the intensity of it. She has warm, kind eyes—bottomless, all-consuming eyes; you've drowned in their depths, been warmed by their heat and burned from their fire.
Baran is unsmiling as she reaches for your face. She cradles your jaw in her hand—that rough, soft hand, antiseptic and long-washed lotion, cuticle oil rubbed around her short, clean nails, a freckle at the base of her wrist. Your breath hitches, comes out shaky through your nose.
You may be stubborn, but you're also unbearably weak. She's like a big, tender bruise imprinted onto your flesh. Just the press of a thumb—and you give, mouth open, gasping. It's been years, and the bruise hasn't healed. It hasn't shrunk. Sometimes you think it's only gotten bigger.
"Please." She says quietly.
Somewhere, beyond the curtains, you hear someone yell, "I need an attending!"
Relief and dread spread through you in equal measure.
You lean away from your ex-wife, tilt your head to the source of the sound. "That's you."
-
The med student comes back alone. You feel bad for not remembering her name.
"It's just a simple hairline fracture, so you won't be needing surgery or anything. Just ice it a few times a day for twenty minutes or so and make sure to rest, definitely don't lift anything heavy or do hardcore exercises."
You smile. "Got it."
She says a bunch of other things, only a few of which filter through. You thank her, pocket your prescription, and speed-walk out of the emergency room. You really almost make it, only three steps from the door when she calls your name.
And you, stupid you—you turn.
"Oh. Good," you blurt out before she can say anything. You take out her jar from your purse—emptied, the spoon rattling inside—and shove it into her hands. "Thanks for this, by the way. It was good. Didn't expect the chocolate."
"It balances out the acidity of the yogurt," she says, almost automatically as she takes the jar from you. It registers on her too late; she gives her head a small shake, a move that's, unfortunately, never stopped being endearing. "You have your prescription?"
"Yep," you answer, trying not to prickle. "We've got aspirin at home, so." You shrug, making room for a frazzled looking woman to pass through.
Baran nods. "Can I…" She pushes her shoulders back, the slightest bit. "Is it okay if I escort you out?"
You blink. "Sure," you say, too drained to argue.
She nods again. Holds the door open for you. You walk through, and despite your shallower breaths, you still smell the traces of coconut from her curl cream—the same one you'd lathered on your hands, raked through her hair when she'd be too tired to do it herself.
You rub a rough hand into your eyes, pressing hard enough to hurt, and make for the parking lot.
"Wait a minute—" Baran's shoes crunch on the gravel. "Did you drive?" She demands.
You let your hand fall. "Calling an ambulance seemed overkill." You say dryly.
Her face grows disbelieving. God, you wish she wouldn't do that, wish she'd stop caring, just stop it Baran, stop it, stop it, stop—
"I'll—"
"You'll what?" You murmur, pulling out your keys. "Take me home?"
She can't step out. You both know she can't.
"Call someone." She pleads. You can hear the underlying shake in her voice, you can feel it rattling your bones. She takes your hand, traps the car keys in your palm. "As your physician, I can't—Y/N, you shouldn't. You'll hurt yourself."
You let out a throbbing breath. Jesus, you just want it all to end. This day, this stupid distance between you that never seems to lessen, never seems to widen, never does anything but hurt. "There's no one to call, Baran," you say quietly. "I made it here, I can make it back."
She shakes her head. The sun catches in her curls, threads along her highlights and sets them on fire. You want them around your fingers. You want everything to go back to the way it was, but the closest you can do is say okay when she says she'll order you a car, because can you even say no? She's pulling the keys from your grip, her pleas warm against your face; she's saying azizam, azizam, come inside, I'll wait with you, and you feel your bones crumble and your resolve die and you do what you could never stop yourself from doing.
You follow her where she goes.
Hi, thank you so much for your support on my first Baran fic! If you liked this one, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging to lmk!! I'd love to know what you thought <3
i think i was having baran withdrawals. this was originally going to be two parts, but i decided i didn't have any patience and made it all one part, enjoy. 🫶🏼🫶🏼
Pairing: Baran Al-Hashimi x fem!reader
Summary: You’re not ready to say those three words out loud to Baran so you default to three little taps. Baran misunderstands the significance and it leads to you two creating some distance between one another. When you get hurt at work and don't reach out, Baran takes it upon herself to try and understand what happened.
Tags/Warnings: fem!reader, nurse!reader, medical inaccuracies, angst, hurt/comfort, trinity santos, dana evans, non-graphic mentions of violence and injury, you and trinity are cousins, misunderstandings, mentions of princess and perlah
Word Count: 7,101
You fell in love with Baran Al-Hashimi the moment you saw her. Part of you hoped it was something that would pass quickly, but you weren’t that lucky.
When she’d strolled into PTMC on her first day carrying bagels you couldn’t help but gravitate towards her and help with the amount of stuff she was carrying.
She smiled at you as you introduced yourself. A tiny part of Baran was grateful that you were not a resident because she felt it too, the pull.
As the shift went on you’d catch her eye every so often and it made your heart flutter. The unfortunate thing was that you wouldn’t know subtlety if it bit you in the ass.
Dana caught on immediately.
“Utah’s calling.” You shook your head as you looked up from your charts. You’d been staring at the computer for the third time in the first hour of your shift not really doing anything.
“What?” Your brain was not at all processing what was happening or what she was saying.
“Human Utah?” Dana tried again and your eyes widened. She smirked at you knowingly and pushed you in the direction of the new attending.
The shift went to hell shortly after that and over the course of the day you’d lost track of Dr. Al-Hashimi, but she was still in the back of your mind.
When the shift ended you were ready to fall asleep while standing as you left the building. You were so out of it you hadn’t realized you’d ended up walking in the same direction as the woman who’d been on your mind.
“Dr. Al-Hashimi?” The older woman turned at the sound of her name and gave you a weak smile. You returned it as your heart beat out of your chest.
She pulled her wired headphones out of her ears and came to a stop as you reached her car.
You were standing so close to her you could feel the heat radiating off of her body in the cooling night. You didn’t mean to be so close, but when she abruptly stopped you nearly crashed into her.
She easily steadied you with her hands on your waist. Neither of you missed the way she was slow to pull away.
Baran really didn’t want to let go. You’d been kind to her all day, slightly flirty which she found herself responding to, and you were an amazing nurse.
Her head was still foggy from the seizures she’d had earlier in the day and when you so freely leaned into her touch it broke something in her.
Someone wanting to be close to her was exactly what she needed. You smiled up at her before it disappeared from your face completely.
She was crying.
Without much thought you pulled her into your arms and held her close. She was rigid for a moment before letting herself be held. Baran’s arms wrapped around your middle like a lifeline. She was completely unable to hide her pain.
Your heart clenched as a few little sobs escaped her lips. You held her tighter and raked your fingertips on her scalp.
You whispered sweet nothings into her hair and it seemed to help. At that moment Baran believed everything was going to be okay because you were holding her in your strong arms.
When Baran was finally able to catch her breath she pulled away and embarrassment instantly seeped in.
“Oh my god, I am so-” she started, but you cut her off.
“Don’t apologize. Today was a terrible day especially for your first day. When I saw you leaving I just wanted to say you did amazing. The Pitt isn’t exactly known for liking change, but I think you’re just what this department needs Dr. Al-Hashimi.”
Baran sighed as her doe eyes bored into yours. You couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she was with her hair down, perfectly framing her face.
“Baran.” Was all that escaped her lips as she took in every bit of your face. You furrowed your eyebrows in response.
“You just held me while I got your scrubs all snotty. Please, call me Baran.” You bit your lip and nodded at her.
“I’ll hold you any time, Baran.” You couldn’t see her blush, but Baran felt the heat rising on her face.
Just as you were about to walk back to the hospital fireworks began overhead. Your head turned to the sky with a bright smile on your face. You loved seeing all the different colors.
You missed the way Baran flinched at the sudden noise. She wasn’t the biggest fan of fireworks, but as she stood there the sound was drowned out.
She was watching you while you admired the sky. The way your hair was loose after the long shift. How you still had your scrubs on, but they were no longer tucked in. And the way your eyes lit up every time a new color scattered across the sky.
Baran called your name when the show was over and you slowly turned to her. For the second time that night the older woman found herself being vulnerable with a near stranger.
“I shouldn’t be driving tonight.” She stated simply. You could see the quiver in her lip and tilted your head at her for her to continue speaking.
“I have epilepsy.” You nodded and took a step closer to her. Baran reached out to you and you quickly took her hand. Baran’s grip was strong.
“I can give you a ride home.” Baran hesitated, but knew she should take you up on your offer.
…
You stayed with Baran that night, just holding her in your arms and from then on your relationship grew.
You’d been dating for just over three months and everyone at the hospital knew. Some of the nurses and residents liked to tease you, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.
Throughout the day when Baran would hover you’d smile at her and give her three little taps somewhere on her body, typically her hand. She thought it was a nervous habit at first, but when she learned you were a musician she realized it was more of a comforting stim.
Most times when Baran felt your taps she didn’t mind, but it was slowly driving her crazy. You hadn’t noticed her discomfort because they were much more than musical rhythms to you.
To you, the taps were your silent way of saying the words you’d felt for a long time. You fell easily, but you weren’t sure if Baran was quite ready to catch you. You were scared to say those three words out loud because you didn’t want to scare her off.
You’d done that in the past and you didn’t want to lose Baran in the same way. You knew she was different, but it was hard to not be reminded of your past trauma.
It was something you were working on, but you were only human.
You used the three little taps to say the words for you and that felt like enough for now. Part of you believed Baran felt the same, she showed as much, but you knew this was new for her.
She hadn’t dated since her divorce and she’d only been with one other person. You, however, were no stranger to dating. Granted most of the people you’d dated weren’t serious, but there had been a few who snuck through the cracks, but never stuck.
You felt like Baran would be the one stick, but you didn’t want to jinx it.
Although neither of you said the words there were little things you each did to show you cared. Baran always made you tea in the mornings that you woke up at her house.
She swore it was better than coffee. If you didn’t wake up with her you brought her a cup to work.
She noticed you liked drinking a specific juice after long shifts so she was sure to keep some stocked in her fridge.
She had to double the stash when her son found them because he somehow enjoyed them too. She found them disgusting.
Baran was always cold and wore fluffy clothing around the house. You’d made a habit of “accidentally” leaving your sweaters at her house. It calmed her down on the nights you weren’t there and you found it adorable when you saw her wearing your clothes.
It was little moments that you shared together that meant the world to both of you. You were each other’s calm after the storm.
You’d both been having a particularly difficult day when Baran sought you out. Just being near you made her feel that much better. She hadn’t been having any seizures lately, but the stress of the day had been getting to you.
Before you could see her, you smelled Baran’s perfume and it made you smile. Baran’s hand rested on your shoulder and yours instantly flew to hers and tapped it three times.
You couldn’t see the way Baran rolled her neck trying to relieve some tension, but you heard the groan that escaped her lips.
“I know, I can’t wait to go home either.” Baran looked at you curiously and your eyes widened. You were meant to be going over to her house tonight. It felt like home, but you hadn’t even thought about what you said before it came out of your mouth.
You tried to back pedal, but Baran beat you to it.
“I can’t wait to go home with you either.” Your smile brightened before she was pulled away to another trauma.
…
The next time you tapped Baran she was in the break room grabbing a quick cup of tea. You’d been walking by when you noticed her. You quickly popped into the room and kissed her on the cheek giving her arm three taps.
Seeing her throughout the day made yours that much better.
Baran knew it was you even though you were gone as quick as you’d come and it made her smile, but she couldn’t help the annoyance that lingered.
Baran was torn and she knew her heavy schedule had been adding to her lack of patience.
She was determined to bring it up at some point, just not while you were both at work.
…
The final time you tapped Baran that day was while you were cuddled in bed together. You’d both had a wonderful night together after such a terrible shift. You were laying in her arms, both completely relaxed.
Baran was sleepily playing with your hair. Her brain was finally quiet when she felt three little taps on her hip and suddenly she was completely awake.
You immediately felt her go rigid underneath you. Your mouth went dry and you realized what was causing her discomfort. You tried your hardest not to squirm in her arms. You hoped by not moving she’d drop the entire thing and you’d both be able to sleep.
What you didn’t expect was Baran pulling away from you completely. Suddenly the space of her bed felt like the length of a football field. She was sitting on the edge of her bed wrapped in nothing but her sheet.
You could tell she was tired, but now she was annoyed too and you had a pretty good idea which one was worse.
You waited with baited breath, not sure what to do with yourself. She wasn’t facing you when she finally spoke.
“I need to take a shower.” You moved on the bed to try and talk to her.
“Alone.” Your stomach dropped. You weren't even thinking of joining her in the shower, but the clear boundary made you feel uneasy.
You learned very quickly that Baran loved to shower with you. The intimacy of sharing the small space coupled with the act of things like washing each other's hair was something she enjoyed.
You'd only ever taken one shower without her while she was there and it was the first one you'd ever taken at her house.
It was a conversation she'd broached early on. If you were showering you asked her to join because you knew she liked it, but so did you.
You were so lost in your own mind you hadn't even registered when she'd walked towards the bathroom. You'd barely heard the rest of the words that escaped her mouth.
“And if you could stop the tapping, I'd appreciate it. It's making me uncomfortable.”
Tears silently fell from your face onto the sheets as she closed the bathroom door.
You tried your best to quiet your sobs by muffling them into your pillow.
All that kept replaying in your mind was that you made Baran uncomfortable and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do.
Making her, a woman, uncomfortable felt like the worst thing you could've ever done.
The tears had stopped, but the disappointment settled deeply into your chest.
You knew you were blowing things out of proportion, but it felt like history was repeating itself.
There was something about a three month rule scratching at the back of your mind as you forced yourself to fall asleep before Baran got out of the shower.
Baran had hoped you were awake when she got back so she could talk with you properly. She knew you didn't mean anything by the taps.
She didn't want to take away your comfort and she also knew she hadn’t gone about it the right way either.
She'd been frustrated with the day and let it cloud her judgment. She'd meant to talk to you properly earlier, but one thing led to another and she certainly wasn't complaining about how you two ended the night.
Baran yawned when she got into bed. She tilted her head in your direction when she saw how you'd rolled yourself practically to the edge of the bed.
She pulled you closer, like she always did, and sighed happily. She relished in the warmth you provided. You were a human heater and she was a freezer.
She nestled her nose into the back of your neck and breathed in deeply. In the quiet of the night her heart swelled and she smiled to herself.
“I love you azizam.” Baran whispered before settling into a deep sleep.
…
When Baran woke up that morning you were already gone. She wasn’t sure when you left, but from the coolness of the sheets she could tell it had been a while.
You couldn’t sleep and when you woke up in Baran’s arms you wanted to cry all over again. You carefully peeled away from her and left a note about having to go home and get scrubs.
Baran didn’t work that day, but she wished she did. She wanted to see you and make sure everything was okay.
You were definitely not one to wake up earlier than you needed to.
Baran wanted to text you throughout the day, but she didn’t want to distract you from work either. As the shift went on your heart sank even further into your stomach. You were waiting for Baran’s message, but it never came.
You bit the bullet and reached out, telling her about your day. There wasn’t anything particularly special about the day, but you still wanted to tell her.
Baran got the messages, but she read them without responding immediately. Not because she didn’t want to, but because her son was sick and she had to take care of him.
You, however, didn't know that. When she finally did respond it felt lackluster.
Over the next few days you were on completely opposite schedules until almost two weeks had passed since you’d spent the night at Baran’s house. In that time the knot in your stomach only tightened.
When Baran saw that you were both on the same shift her heartbeat quickened. She’d missed being around you and selfishly she missed working with you. Somehow you were able to anticipate her needs perfectly.
The other nurses were great, but you and her were able to work like a well oiled machine.
You were excited to see her too, but a large part of you was also nervous. The time apart had allowed you to look at yourself in a way you never had before. You were more particular around people.
Never getting too close and making sure you weren’t crossing anyone’s boundaries. You were also a bit quieter around the department, but not enough for anyone to notice.
Well, at least you thought no one had noticed. That could not be said for Trinity Santos.
She was a pro at reading you, mainly because you’d grown up together.
In a family full of boys you and Trinity kept each other sane. You were more than cousins, you were sisters. She was the athlete and you were the musician cheering her on. Along the way you both found yourself in similar professions.
She’d been watching you over the last few days and did not like what she saw. You’d been spending some time at her and Dennis’ apartment, trying not to spiral. She loved having you around, but she was waiting for you to open up.
You were both a bit touchy when it came to relationships, but she knew if she waited it out you’d reach out to her. You both knew you were always there for each other.
That time came when you and Trinity were carpooling to the hospital without Dennis because he didn’t have a shift.
“Baran and I are going to be on the same shift today.” Trinity’s eyebrows furrowed. She couldn’t tell if you were happy about this revelation or not.
“You guys have been on opposite schedules.” She said simply and you nodded in agreement. You were quiet as you clasped your hands in your lap. You’d been trying a lot harder not to fidget as much as you used to.
Trinity noticed. Of course she did. There was always a buzz about you. It had been a family thing. She found calm in exercise and you found calm in making music. It had always been that way.
It was then that she realized you hadn’t been listening to music as often as you used to.
Trinity turned on the radio and was grateful when one of your favorite songs was playing through the speakers. What concerned Trinity more was the way you didn’t tap along to the music.
You wanted to, but you fought the urge.
Trinity was an exit away from the hospital when she decided to pull over on the side of the road. Your head snapped to her and you looked to see if something was wrong with the car.
“Trin, what are you doing? We’re gonna be late!”
“We have time. You always insist on being early and we’re not far.” Trinity turned completely to you and looked at your posture. Rigid.
She raised her eyebrows at you and pursed her lips. You rolled your eyes in response as you looked out the window. Trinity waited. She always did. She knew you’d spill, you couldn’t help it.
You were a talker even if you tried to hide it.
“I’m just nervous. It’s been basically two weeks since I’ve seen her and the last time…” Trinity tensed as your sentence tapered off. If Baran had done something to you she was prepared to kill the attending.
“It’s like we’re just going through the motions. I miss her and I still l- really like her. I’m just not sure she feels the same anymore.” Trinity let out a slow breath.
“What if I’m just delaying the inevitable?” Your voice is barely above a whisper this time. Trinity frowned at you before reaching towards your hands. Your knuckles were practically white from how hard you were trying to keep yourself still.
You both froze when Trinity’s hand reached your own. She carefully pried your hands apart and held them in her own. Soon enough you relaxed and let her hold you.
It was comforting even though you didn’t feel you deserved it. Trinity waited for you to meet her eyes before speaking.
“Baran is not like the people of your past and I know you know that. You have to give her a chance and let her in completely. I don’t know what happened and frankly it’s not my business, but I do know you. And some part of you is purposefully avoiding her so you don’t get hurt. But, newsflash, you’re just the one hurting yourself instead.”
You hated when Trinity gave you advice because she was always right. You huffed in her direction, but nodded along.
“I hate you.” You playfully whispered as Trinity put her seatbelt back on and drove.
“I hate you too.” She responded.
When you walked into the department it was already bustling. Apparently night shift had not been so quiet and it bled into dayshift.
You walked over to the nurse’s station and saw Dana waiting with orders on the tip of her tongue. Before she could get anything out she pointed to the side of the desk. You immediately recognized your favorite drink from the coffee shop down the street.
Baran.
You couldn’t see where she was, but a small smile played on your lips. Maybe everything was going to be okay.
…
Oh how wrong you were. You’d been on your last nerve the entire shift. Normally you loved working with the patients, but not today. Everyone thought they knew better and everyone’s patience was running thin.
One patient refused to eat and for some reason only Perlah could get through to them. Of course this happened only after you had to clean the entire room, especially the bed, from all the food smushed everywhere.
One parent would not shut up. And it wasn’t like they were asking questions, those were warranted. But they would not stop arguing with their kid and it made you want to pull your hair out.
The final patient, an older man, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He came in needing a few stitches on his forearm, but would not let you help. He insisted on needing a doctor because they were more experienced.
You’d been in the middle of trying to talk him down when Baran walked by.
“Hello, is there anything I can do?” He looked at her hospital tag and immediately perked up.
“Finally, a doctor. This kid doesn’t know what she’s doing.” He wailed on for a few seconds before Baran had enough.
“Sir, I can assure you her suturing technique is flawless. Now, I’d be more than happy to help, however, considering she sutures multiple times a day and I can’t remember the last time I’ve done a mattress stitch I’ll let you be the judge on who you’d rather fix your wound.”
The man immediately shut up as a pout spread on his face. Baran nodded with a smile on her own face as she left the room. You were able to stitch him up in a few minutes and he thankfully stopped talking.
When you left the room you wanted to thank Baran and found that she was already waiting for you.
“Thank you for that.” You walked over to Baran and wanted to give her a hug, but opted to stand a professional distance away. Baran looked up from her iPad and smiled.
“You’re welcome. Next time try walking away then returning to the patient with someone else. It could help with your own irritability. Dr. Mohan is great with geriatric patients, try finding her.” You deflated as you watched Baran walk away.
You had no idea what the hell that was. First she was praising you and now she was reprimanding you for your bedside manner? She technically wasn’t even your boss.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a minute before opening them to see Dana standing right in front of you. You startled when you saw her, but she just chuckled.
“Everyone’s on edge kid, don’t let it get to you.” You nodded knowingly as you pushed away the negative thoughts and continued the day. You knew Baran didn’t mean anything by the criticism.
The rest of the shift wasn’t too terrible until a dad came in with his two sons. It was clear that none of them wanted to be there, but the oldest of the two had a broken wrist. He was ten years old and very sweet even though he was hurt.
The youngest was crying nonstop, clearly needing a nap and the father was frazzled trying to advocate for his hurt son.
Princess and Perlah were giving the older boy a work up when they called you into the room. You’d been on the way to change your scrubs as a baby had thrown up on you, but stopped when they called.
“Can you check the boy? His name is TJ.” The dad was frantically trying to calm the three year old with no luck.
You knew you weren’t going to get out of helping so you carefully rolled up your scrub top and put it on the floor before carefully taking TJ into your arms. He wasn’t injured, which was good, but he definitely needed a nap and didn’t understand what was going on.
You held the boy comfortably to your chest and he immediately relaxed.
“Thank you so much.” The dad said to you and you nodded. You were rubbing TJ’s back when someone stormed into the room.
As you turned to face the door you heard a woman practically screaming in your ear. Before you knew what was happening you felt TJ being ripped out of your arms as a fist collided with your face.
As your body hit the floor you coughed up a bit of blood. You were trying to get your bearings when you looked up and saw Dana coming in and commanding the scene.
You understood then that TJ’s mother had been the one to punch you not realizing you were a nurse. Clearly there was some family drama with that one.
It was quiet when you felt yourself being helped up by Dana. She cringed when she saw your face and led you to a quiet room.
You didn’t even have it in you to fight. You were exhausted and your head was now pounding.
“Jesus kid, I said don’t let the day get to you.” Dana joked as she cleaned up your face.
“What can I say, I just can’t help myself.” You could feel the bruise forming on your face and it was definitely tender to the touch. It was going to be a terrible bruise and you knew it.
“Gotta get Al-Hashimi in here to do a full work up.” Dana says simply. Your shoulders sagged. Before you could respond to the older woman Trinity flew through the door.
“What the hell happened? Is she okay?” Dana nodded as Trinity caught her breath. She’d clearly run from wherever she was in the department to be by your side.
“As far as I can tell she's going to be okay, but we’re definitely going to get a head CT just to be safe.” Trinity was already moving to sign the order before going to your side and checking you herself.
Your face definitely looked worse than it was but the swelling was not a good sign.
“What’s that face for?” You asked, looking between Trinity and Dana.
“There’s some fluid behind your eye and we’re going to have to drain it.” You cringed at the thought. As much as you dealt with needles during the day you absolutely hated them anywhere near you.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I can go get-” Trinity started, but you cut her off.
“No, I’ll be fine. Just do whatever you have to do.” Dana prepped what Trinity needed before going to your opposite side and holding your hand.
You were grateful to her for being there. You wouldn’t have asked for comfort, but having someone hold your hand did make you feel better.
You closed your eyes as Trinity pulled out the needle from its packaging because you knew you’d freak out if you saw it. Within a few minutes she was done and Dana patted your hand with her other one.
“You did good kid.” You gave her a tight smile as you carefully pulled your hand away and threaded your fingers together in your lap. Dana left the room to get you a wheeled chair so that she could take you up to imaging and Trinity finally sat down.
“You scared the shit out of me you bitch.” Trinity breathed. You just smiled at her.
“I’m glad I could make your day a little interesting.” She rolled her eyes at you, but she was smiling. Dana returned quickly and Trinity helped you into the chair.
You knew you could walk, but you also knew it would make her feel better to help you so you let her.
Imaging went fine and by the time you got back to your room it was empty. The lights were a bit bright so Dana turned them off as she left you alone.
You had all of five minutes of peace and quiet before you heard frantic footsteps walking into the room. You didn’t even need to open your eyes to know who it was.
“Why didn’t anyone come get me?” You shifted in the bed as you sat up and the lights were turned back on. You squinted at the brightness, but didn’t ask for her to turn the lights back off.
As Baran got closer you clasped your hands in your lap and looked at her nervously. Her hand stilled on her penlight when she saw the look on your face. You weren’t nervous because of the injury.
You were nervous because of her. Baran took a deep breath to try and center herself.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have freaked out. Dana asked me to check on you as an attending. It would personally make me feel better to know you’re okay, but if you don’t want me to be the one to check that’s okay too. I can get someone else.” You sighed as you looked down at your hands.
“It’s okay.” You whispered and Baran tentatively walked towards you. She could feel how tense you were under her touch and it broke her heart. When she was satisfied that you were okay given the circumstances she pulled away softly and rolled a chair over to sit by your side.
“Azizam, what’s wrong?” The pet name knocked the wind out of you. You swallowed harshly as you willed yourself not to cry. This was not the time to have a breakdown.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you opened your mouth slightly to talk then closed it. You didn’t even know where to begin. Your body was aching but so was your heart.
Baran looked at your hands again before laying her hands palm up on the bed for you to take, an open invitation.
Your heart lurched and your fingers twitched, but you didn’t immediately hold her hand like you would’ve just a few weeks ago.
Baran tried to hide the sadness on her face, but you could see it and it made you sick. You’d disappointed her again. Baran carefully pulled her hands away, but they were still within reach.
“I won't force my touch on you, but I miss you. I miss when you'd reach for me. It feels like you're pulling away and I can't quite figure out what has changed. Please tell me what's going on.” Her pleading felt like another punch to the gut.
There was still that pull, urging you to tell her what happened. More than anything you wanted to tell her how you felt, but you were still scared.
Your hand shakily reached out to her before Dana’s head popping into the room startled your hands back together. Baran huffed as she turned to the door.
“GSW, two minutes out.” Baran nodded as she pursed her lips before turning back to you. You were back in your shell and it made her whole body ache.
She’d been so distracted over the last two weeks with her son and just trying to get through the days that she had let herself lose track of you. She thought it was just being on opposite schedules, but she’d missed something big and she was kicking herself because of it.
She pushed up from the chair and instinctively moved to kiss your forehead before pulling away to find your eyes. You stared up at her with a soft glint in your own eyes.
“Can I?” Her voice was barely above a whisper and it made you shiver.
“Please.” You practically begged. You missed her too. She placed a gentle kiss on your temple before leaving after promising to come back when she got a chance.
You saw Baran and Trinity have a conversation just outside of your room before the younger woman walked in carrying your things. She turned off the lights on her way in.
“Your imaging looks good, but you’re going home for today and tomorrow. Dana’s orders and no driving.” You pouted lightly, but didn’t disagree. You could use the time to rest if nothing else.
“You’re welcome to come back to my apartment with me, but Baran looked pretty shaken up on her way out.” You clenched your jaw which hurt more than you intended. Some part of you forgot you’d actually gotten punched by a patient’s mother.
“No, I still need to talk to her. I’ll wait until the shift is over, but I’ll go to an on-call room because I don’t want to take up a bed.” Trinity nodded as she left you with your things.
It felt good to be back in your own clothes and not half scrubs. You were also grateful to be laying down. You sat down and before you knew it you were out like a light.
You hadn’t slept incredibly well the night before and the stress of the day had really taken its toll.
You were still lightly snoring an hour and a half later when Baran found you in the room with the help of Trinity’s direction.
Her lips twitched at the sight of you. You looked adorably peaceful. She held her breath for a moment when she didn’t see you breathing. She called your name, but when you didn’t respond she ran to your side, but instantly stilled when your chest finally moved.
She swore under her breath in Farsi as she carefully took a deep breath. You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes sleepily. You moved to rub your eyes, but Baran caught your hand.
You furrowed your eyebrows before remembering your face was bruised.
“Thank you.” You mumbled as you sat up and stretched. Baran stood in front of you, shifting on the balls of her feet.
“Can we talk about whatever’s going on at home?” You nodded as you stood up and grabbed your bag. Baran’s eyes softened at the dazed look on your face. She wanted to reach out and hold your hand, but didn’t want to spook you.
“I miss you too.” You said suddenly. Baran turned back to you with a dopey smile on her face. She tentatively reached her hand out in your direction and you took it gently. Baran brushed her thumbs over your knuckles.
You both sighed at the contact.
The drive back to Baran’s house was comfortably silent and on the way she picked up food for the both of you.
“Isn’t it your day to have Kian?” You questioned as you walked into the living room.
“Yeah, but I asked Mark if he could stay an extra day or two because I wanted to be with you.” Your heart melted at that as Baran served the both of you food. Your stomach grumbled as the delicious smell filled the room.
Baran smiled to herself as the two of you ate. You happily took a second portion before putting your plate on the table in front of you.
Baran had finished her food before you, but she was pleased to see you eating. It seemed like you hadn’t had a good meal in weeks which she was starting to realize was partially her fault.
Food was definitely one of her love languages and seeing you eat relaxed something in her. After a few minutes you moved to wash the dishes.
“You don’t have to do that.” Baran stated simply as she followed you to the kitchen to put away the leftovers.
“I know, but I want to.” Baran watched you for a second before deciding she wasn’t going to let whatever was happening affect how she’d normally act.
She carefully wrapped her arms around your waist and held you while you did the dishes. Your hand stuttered, but your body instantly relaxed in hers. You really did miss having her close to you.
When you finished the dishes you turned around in her arms and laid your head on her shoulder.
Baran held you tighter as she ran her hand up and down your back soothingly. She kissed your temple as you pulled away, but you didn’t go far. You felt the urge to tap her, but bit your lip hard instead.
“Hey, don’t hurt my girl.” She whispered as she brushed her thumb on your lip. You blushed and looked away. Baran kept her arms around you as she led you back to the couch.
She sat down first and you easily went with her, sitting in her lap. You enjoyed being this close to her, but something within you still made you clasp your hands in your own lap.
Baran pouted at the motion, but didn’t question you right away.
“You know when I tap you?” Baran nodded. That was another thing Baran had noticed. You hadn’t tapped her all day. She never thought she’d miss feeling those taps, but she did.
It was then that the memory of that night came flooding back to her. She’d told you to stop and you did, but at what cost?
“I’m not just absentmindedly tapping you. It means something to me.” Baran furrowed her brows, but nodded. Her heart raced. She’d never thought of it that way. She was so overstimulated that day it didn’t even occur to her to think of it from your perspective.
She’d been doing a lot of staying in her own head which clearly wasn’t that much different from you. She hadn’t meant to snap at you, but as she replayed her words in her mind she cringed.
“I said you were making me uncomfortable.” Baran repeated in horror. You squirmed in her lap as tears prickled in your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek and tried to calm down.
“Azizam, it was late and I meant to talk to you about it at a different time, but I did not act well in that situation. I’m sorry. I wanted to reach out the next day then Kian was sick and along the way I got sidetracked and I shouldn’t have. I think the overstimulation of the day is what made the taps such a big deal for me. What do they mean?”
You bit your lip again, letting her apology sink in. You weren’t sure the taps were the only thing you needed to talk about anymore.
“Baran it’s not just the taps, but also hearing you say I make you uncomfortable, regardless of how you meant it really stung.” You carefully climbed out of her lap and sat criss-crossed facing her.
She instantly missed the contact.
“I’ve been trying so hard not to be fidgety or repeat the same actions, but I feel like I’m driving myself a little crazy. As it turns out I move a lot more than I thought.” You laughed hollowly.
Baran scratched at the inside of her forearm and nodded as you spoke. She didn’t want to interrupt you.
“I’m just worried that maybe I’m not what you’re looking for because I’ve been down this road before and the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable by just being myself.” Baran’s eyes widened as tears fell down her cheeks. She quickly swiped at her face.
“And I’m not saying this to burden you or downplay my actions if you feel they're wrong and they hurt you, but I’m just trying to let you into my head. I know it’s pretty fucked up in there though.” You sighed.
Trinity had been right, it did feel good to let Baran in no matter what was going to happen. Somehow you felt ready to have this conversation. Maybe it was the space or getting punched, but something was shifting.
Baran turned to you as much as she could as she spoke.
“You will never be a burden to me.” The conviction in Baran’s voice made you shiver.
“I, fuck-.” She took a deep breath and took your hands into yours. Somewhere along the way you were no longer clasping them in front of you, but they’d been resting on your knees.
“I messed up and I am so fucking sorry, but you, you are everything to me joonam. And I’ve been yours since the moment you smiled at me and stopped me from dropping the bagels on my first day. I’ve loved you from that first minute and I don’t ever plan to stop.”
Your mouth fell open as fresh tears fell down your cheeks.
“You what?” You breathed. It was the softest Baran had ever heard you. She could tell you needed her to say it plainly and was more than happy to do so for you. It felt amazing to finally get it off her chest.
“I love you.” Baran said it like it was a known fact, which made your heart swell.
Baran felt three little taps on the top of her hand and her eyes widened as everything finally clicked for her.
A watery laugh escaped her lips as she pulled you into a fierce kiss. The kisses didn’t stop as she pushed you back onto the couch, laying down, so she could hold you close to her.
“I love you.” You confidently said in between her kisses.
jack abbot sandwiching you between him and the bed. lips smushed into your jaw while he groans and clutches you. cock is stuffed nicely inside you, he’s all leaky and veins pulsing against your walls, blowing a rough breath out of his nose at the messy you’ve creamed out around him.
he just. he can’t think.
not with you under him and baran at his backside, her lube-soaked strap-on stretching his hole with loud squelches. easing between where you’re reaching to spread his cheeks apart.
“agh, fffuck,” jack chokes. baran smiles a little to herself because you were one-hundred percent right. abbot sounds like a whole different person if he’s got someone deep enough in his ass. his voice goes and small and breathless and broken, the man unsure if he wants to tense or melt as he takes it. “i-iii’m close. close. you’re t-to fucking warm ‘n wet—fucking christ. and you, can feel you in my fuckin’ guts...”
baran hums, squaring her hips to thrust herself a little deeper. her measured stare drips across you and jack as she observes the build of his back. your chin settles just above his shoulder, your mouth parting to gasp when baran pushes forward again, causing the three of you to jolt together.
“thought you’d last a little longer than this. i’m just getting started.”
baran’s pairs her words with blanketing herself on top of jack, mushing her tits against his bare skin. the move finally pushes her all the way inside him, and a loud groan rips from his chest. baran’s hand squeezes jack's shoulder before slipping her palm to your face, holding it against your cheek just as she starts a soft, skin-smacking pound.
a wink from her has your lips curling with a drunken smile. "c-can feel when you find his spot... he, like–shit. his cock just kinda jumps inside me."
baran lets out her own little huff at your slurred words. the second dildo of her strap-on isn't as girthy as what's packed inside jack at the moment, but it's still big enough to snatch some of the air from her lungs.
the stars in her eyes while you gaze back at her isn't helping much. nor do the cries spill out of jack, noises that grow louder and louder as his neck beads with a salty sweat.
by the time he reaches his peak, jack can't talk. he just trembles and sobs your and baran's name into your skin. his hand reaching back to feel whatever part of baran he can find in this whirl of pumping his balls empty inside you.
baran keeps rolling her hips with a purposeful grind, sliding her thumb inside your mouth for you to moan around while jack's tip kisses impossibly deep inside you.
"has he got you nice and full yet, sweetheart?"
all you can do is bob your head at baran's panting question. jack is no better, clenching around the fake cock in his ass with deep whines. completely lost and drooling against your skin.
"guess you should return the favor, hm?"
she doesn't wait for you to respond. just uses jack, helping fuck his still-hard cock inside you until you shudder and splash with a couple of tiny squirts.
"there ya go." those are the first words out of jack, and still, they sound like a mess of nothing. he doesn't even know who he's talking to. all he can be certain of is that your gush was enough to soak his sack, and that his entire body is swimming in bliss. "y'keep goin', and i'm might blow again, b."
covered in a light sheen of sweat, baran humps herself into the feeling of the silicone inside her, crashing herself into jack who's got a hand squeezing at your chest.
baran's orgasm switches her thrusts from pointed to sloppy, her pussy pulsing with hot thrums as she buries her face. kneading her entire self to smush against you and jack in order to keep chasing the high. jack fucks himself back and forth with what little power he has left, milking himself by way of your strong clench around him.
slowly, the movements come to a stop. with breaths long lost and bodies drenched in sweat, you're halfway to sleep by the time baran slides out of jack to roll onto her side and next to you, unlatching the strap to throw it. jack has to pull out even slower, humming sleepily at the large dollops of cum that seep from your hole.
jack can just barely wiggle to the opposite side of you, watching with hooded eyes when baran tucks herself against you. it takes the man a few slooow blinks to catch up, pressing a messy kiss into both your mouths just in time for a final collapse.
you breathe out. “shower?”
jack’s already close to snoring. baran mumbles for him.
pairing: Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi x Resident!Doctor!reader
summary: After a patient flirted with you, Baran got a bit jealous.
length: 1.6k
warnings: swearing, patient with injuries due to wood (nothing explicit, at least I think), kissing, jealousy
a/n: Short fic for: @hambeast . Thx for the request, hope you like it.
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You walked into the room of Mr. Jerry Evers, a young man with an arm that was covered with wood splinters. You knew him well because he had been in the ED several times before, always wanting only you to treat him.
„Jerry, hadn't you said you would stop cutting the wood in your yard without your grandson?“ A small smile crept up to your face as you examined his arm.
„Sorry, doc, can't help it. You know me; I'm not good at sharing my woodwork with anyone else.“
You laughed shortly. „Okay, let's get the splinters out of you.“
„You know, if you want, I can show you my yard sometime.“ Jerry looked at you with his usual suggestive grin that showed his golden tooth that he got one year ago because of some incident with his motorcycle where alcohol was involved.
„Jerry,“ you said warningly and got another deep grunting from the man after pulling out the next splinter.
After cleaning up the arm, you stood up and threw your gloves away. „I'll get your discharge papers ready and will be right back.“
„Don't be gone for too long, doc.“ Jerry grinned as you walked out of the door, to which you just shook your head.
„What was that?“ A familiar voice turned your attention on them.
„Doctor Al-Hashimi,“ you said, surprised as she joined you in walking up to the HUB. „What was what?“
„The 'don't be gone for too long, doc' number from room 20.“
You looked back at Jerry in the aforementioned room before answering. „Oh, that's normal for Jerry; we know each other; he's coming here from time to time, so it's nothing new anymore when he says things like that.“
„Is his hand on your forearm also normal?“ she asked quite coldly and walked away before you could respond.
Confused, you shot one more look in the direction of room 20 and then sat down to work on your charts and Mister Evers's discharge forms.
„Jerry, look what I got for you,“
„Ah, my favorite doctor is back with my discharge.“ He sat up in the hospital bed, careful not to hurt his arm any further.
„And next time, don't work too much and take care of your arms,“
„Well, maybe you should help me with my yard the next time. You'd be the first person I would allow to help me,“
„Sure,“ you brushed it off.
„Seriously, it's a big offer and honor to be invited to help in my yard, doc.“
„I will consider it when I have time, thank you, Jerry, and seriously, don't get hurt again and stay away from the alcohol.“
„Will try, doc.“ Jerry winked again and then walked towards the exit with his stuff.
After Jerry was gone, you turned around to be met with Baran's beautiful face once again.
„Doctor Al-Hashimi, I wonder if you give the other third-year resident cases as much attention as mine.“
„Just casually checking on your cases, Doctor. Don't think I spend more time on your side and your cases than on anyone else's,“ she said, self-conscious as always.
„Mhm.“
„Can we have a word?“
„Sure,“ you stopped at her desk and turned to face her.
„In private?“ Al-Hashimi walked you to the stairwell and waited shortly before two nurses passed the two of you. „I think it is important, especially for a doctor, to keep important boundaries with patients.“
„I am keeping boundaries,“
Baran's jaw clenched, and her eyes went to the ground while she tried to find the right words. „What happened in there didn't look like you had any boundaries,“
„What happened in there? Are you kidding? I did my job; I treated the patient, and nothing else happened. I don't know what you saw, but there was nothing else between me and Mr. Evers.“ You shot back.
„He touched your arm and glanced at you in more than inappropriate ways, and you, a doctor, a very good doctor at that, just let him do that.“
„He did never touch my arm, nor did he look at me in any way inappropriate. I believe I am experienced enough to know when a patient is behaving incorrectly and can make that decision alone, so I, with all respect, do not need your advice or motherly protection or whatever you're trying to do right now, and I also don't know why you are keeping watching me work like I'm a little child.“ Letting out an annoyed sigh, you walked away from her.
Al-Hashimi opened her mouth to yell something after you, but she couldn't; the words got stuck in her throat. She didn't know why she reacted like that, why she acted so jealous when you flirted or interacted like that with patients or anyone in general.
„Doctor Al, are you okay?“ McKay's soft voice dragged Barna out of her thoughts.
„Yeah, yeah, sure.“ She nodded quickly, too quickly for the other doctor's liking.
„You don't look so good,“
„I'm fine, Doctor McKay,“ she assured her and walked to the nurses station to find a case to stop thinking about the fact that you had practically just compared her to a motherly figure.
Was she really watching her more than other residents?
Was she really old enough and acting like a motherly figure?
With a new case, Baran was lucky to get her mind to do something important, other than thinking about you or the talk you just had.
Two hours later your shift was almost over, and you were happy that nothing major seemed to come up that would make you stay longer, until a drunk man was brought in with two paramedics.
„He injured his already injured arm while scooting around on a motorcycle,“ one of them said as he was brought into a free room.
„Mr. Evers, hadn't I told you not to drink?“ you asked formally as you noticed how Baran looked in your direction like she had all day already.
„My name is Doctor Al-Hashimi. I will be assisting your already assigned doctor today. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Evers.“ Baran gloved her hands while she spoke and began to examine the arm.
„Seriously? I could've handled this alone,“ you whispered close to her ear.
„Doc, it's so nice to see you again, and I see you have brought your friend along,“ Jerry mumbled, and you could smell alcohol. „Is she single by any chance? Because she looks like a hard-working stay-at-home housewife, and I'm into hard-working stay-at-home housewives.“
Both of you looked at the man in disgust and shock.
„She, in fact, is hard-working, but she's way too hot to be a stay-at-home housewife.“ You glared at the patient but immediately regretted your last words and covered your mouth.
After the end of Jerry's examination, you were pulled to the side and into another room by Baran. Expecting another speech about boundaries, you prepared to be yelled at and said in preparation, „Doctor Al-Hashimi, I am so sorry, I should have-“
„Do you really think I'm hot?“ she whispered, which caught you off guard.
You blinked a few times and opened your mouth just to close it again because you found no words. „I- I... yes?“ you admitted quietly, not sure if that was what she wanted to hear.
„So, you have no interest in splinter-Jerry over there?“
„No. God, no. He's way too flirty for my taste.“ You chuckled.
„Good,“ she muttered under her breath.
„Good?“ you repeated the word she had just let slip out of her and tilted your head a bit.
Realizing what she had just said, Al-Hashimi straightened her position. „Yeah, because otherwise it would not be appropriate.“
Not the appropriate bullshit again. You thought and rolled your eyes. „Seriously, the appropriate shit again? I thought we were over that stuff.“
„No,“
„Then what are we talking about? Why is it so important to you that I shut down the playful flirting with patients, except for behavioral reasons?“
„Because,“ she stopped for a moment before continuing. „Because I don't like you flirting with anyone else. I hate seeing patients looking at you the way they do.“
You stared at her. Did she just confess that she indeed was jealous?
„There is only one person I would like you to be looked at with that kind of admiration.“
„And who might that be?“ A smile crept up to your face.
„Me,“ the always so professional Baran Al-Hashimi now stood in front of you, shy and unsure of her own sentences. Her last word she spoke slowly and quietly.
Without another thought, you pulled her with you to the side of the room, behind the curtains, closer to yourself so you felt her breath on your face. Your lips were close to hers, and your eyes switched between hers and her lips.
„This is a bad idea,“
„I know,“ you responded, breathing quicker now, but didn't pull away, and neither did she.
„Fucking,“ her lips met yours before she muttered another two words against your mouth. „Bad idea.“
A warm feeling made its way to your stomach, and your hands found her waist, pulling her even closer to you. Baran's fingers drove into your hair and traced along the back of your neck.
„Doctor Al-Hashimi?“ McKay's voice disturbed your kiss. You quickly pulled away and brought enough distance between you.
„I'm coming,“ Baran yelled before briefly smiling at you and walking out of the room as if nothing ever happened, just to come back seconds later to steal another quick kiss from you and say, „Oh, and quit calling me Doctor Al-Hashimi; it reminds me too much of my mother.“
„Okay, go,“ you chuckled and sent the beautiful woman away to her patients.
summary: you have baby fever after visiting your sister and niece for a few days.
contains: black!fem!reader, but anyone can read. married!baran & reader. baby fever. 18+ smut. breeding kink. squirting dildo. calling baran's strap-on a "cock". mommy kink.
the day you arrived back home, baran took the day off of work to pick you up from the airport. when you finally spotted her waiting for you, she immediately engulfed you into a tight hug.
"i missed you so much." her voice muffled into your shoulder.
"i missed you a lot more." you inhaled her perfume, taking her in because you missed her scent.
"now, let's get you home." baran pulled from the hug smiling widely and eagerly grabbing your luggage from you. "your surprise is waiting."
from her huge smile and eagerness, you knew she was for sure up to no good.
when you finally arrived home and got settled in, baran had you sit down in the bedroom as she pulled something from the closet. a few minutes later she returned with a gift bag holding it out to you with a smirk on her lips.
"what's this?" you questioned before opening the bag.
"just open it." she stood in front of you, still smirking and waiting for your reaction. "i know you're gonna love it."
you removed the tissue paper that sat at the top of the bag, placing it next to you on the bed. then you pulled out a very light box, your eyes rested upon it, reading, "8.5 inch squirting dildo with remote control" and "works great with harnesses".
you shook the box knowing it was empty and looked up at baran, who's eyes darkened as you reacted to her surprise. truthfully, you were excited she took your sexual fantasy seriously, but you also knew that you were in for it.
"baran." you gulped knowingly. "it's empty."
"i know." she replied, smirking. "i had to make sure it was all charged up, just for you."
now, you were laid out in you and your wife's marital bed, naked as she watched you from above, her new toy hanging from her hips. your legs were spread wide open for her, you felt the cold air blowing against your wet cunt, you'd been wet for the past day thinking of baran's cock filling you up full of her cum.
baran moved closer, now laying on her belly, taking your thighs in her arms and locking them in her grip. you felt her breath against you as she inhaled your scent, then her mouth opened, her tongue licking a long, wet stripe up your wet cunt and you whimpered softly from the feeling. baran began licking between your folds, collecting your wetness on her tongue, tasting the sweet taste of you, her tongue continued lapping at your cunt as your moans grew.
"this pretty pussy missed me so much." her voice spoke against your heat. "she was so ready for me."
she took your clit into her mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud, and enjoying your moans for more from her. your hands found baran's hair, trying to catch her attention by pulling at it, but she kept your clit in her mouth and her eyes looked up at you.
"mommy, please, i need you inside." you begged. "i need your cock."
baran ignored you and continued eating you out until you came on her tongue, still you were so desperate and needy for her cock to be inside you. she sat up on her knees after making you cum because she wanted to make sure you were ready to be fucked by her. she grabbed a hold of your ankles and yanked you closer, and positioned your legs to be opened wider. then she took her strap into her hand, slapping the plastic against your very sensitive clit as you let out a soft, needy whine.
"such a needy little thing." she cooed. "mommy's gonna take care of you don't worry."
baran dragged her cock between your folds, collecting your wetness to use as a lubricant, then pushing the tip past your folds, holding it there for a moment.
"are you ready, angel?" she asked and you nodded, eagerly as you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth from feeling her pushing into you. "look at you, so ready for mommy to fill you with her cum."
once she felt like you were ready, she finally sunk her cock inside you fully, hearing your breath hitch at the fullness of her. baran's hands found your waist, gripping it tight, dragging her herself out of you, then pushing back into you, hearing your wet pussy squelch and those pretty noises she loves break out from you as she did. then she began giving you slow, but deep strokes, hitting you right where she needed to.
"right... right there." you breathed as your hands found your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, watching baran's cock slide in and out of you. "feels so good... right there."
"look at you, so pretty and so full of my cock."
baran's eyes trained on you, watching the pretty expressions you made as her cock gave you so much pleasure. you took your eyes off her for a brief moment to throw your head back, one of her hands quickly grabbed your jaw, making you look at her.
"this is what you wanted," she growled, your jaw still in her grip. "now watch me fuck a baby into you."
you obeyed her and kept your eyes on her, as you moaned uncontrollably. then she removed her hand from your jaw, using it to replace one of your's that rested on your breasts. baran took your nipple between her fingers, pinching your hardened bud as your moans grew louder in her ears.
"when i make you a mommy, these pretty little things are gonna be so swollen and full of milk." she smirked. "can't wait to see that."
baran's continued fucking you relentlessly, until she felt your walls clenching onto her. she smirked, knowing you were close to cumming.
"ready for my cum, angel?" she leaned down purring in your ear. "i'm gonna make you a mommy, belly's gonna be so round and swollen with my baby."
her strokes got faster and harder, hitting your spot over and over. your moans grew louder, telling her how good she felt as your walls clenched tighter onto her.
"i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, wrapping your legs around baran, pulling her in, and using your arms to pull her down on top of you.
baran didn't mind because she knew you needed her closer as your orgasm drew closer, needing to feel her skin against yours.
"me too, angel." she reached for the remote that makes her strap squirt cum into you, holding onto it until you were ready for her.
your moans got sloppier and louder signaling her that you were ready, her strokes slowed down. she pressed the button, shooting the fake cum out, filling your pussy up, as you went through your orgasm.
baran lifted herself up, pulling out of you, watching her cum spill out of you, then she used her fingers to fuck it back into you.
"need to make sure it takes." her lips curled into a soft smile, as she fucked her fingers into your sopping wet cunt. "gotta make sure my pretty little wife gets all the babies she wants, right?"
you nodded, mouth gaped open from the feeling of her fingers inside of you.
"gonna be the sexiest mommy ever." her lips crashed into yours, kissing you passionately.
later on you laid on baran's chest, after the two of you bathed together, looking up at her in admiration. you knew you had the best wife in the world, who was willing to fill your every desire, and when the time came for you to have children with her, she'd be the perfect mother to them.
"i wanna have a girl," you spoke. "and decorate her nursery in all pink. it's gonna be so cute, right?"
oh i know baran is sooo annoying when ur sick. setting timers and waking u up on the DOT to take medicine. confiscating all your screens and giving you a stern look when you whine about it.
you already have a headache, my love. if you’re bored, you’re welcome to read a book.
she’s making you soup and it’s soo good, but all you want is ice cream :(( you’re craving sweets so bad and she ends up throwing out everything with a whiff of sugar because you keep sneaking it when she’s out. omg she wouldn’t even let you have the yummy cherry flavored cough drops, she’d get you bitter ginger ones that you spit out in anger.
well, that wasn’t very mature, now, was it? after all i’ve been doing?
she cuts you some slack when she sees how teary-eyed you are, but she’s still unwrapping another gross cough drop and pressing it to your tongue.
just want you to get better, darling. i dont like seeing my baby in pain. why don’t you be a good girl and listen to your mommy?
Trinity Santos I just know she’s good with her mouth. Something about ‘you have a lot to say, why not put that mouth to good use?’ Spending the night at her place and she is eating your pussy like a woman starved. She’s so drunk off your pussy and entranced by the sounds you’re making that she starts grinding down onto the bed, desperately trying to get herself off. After all is said and done she kisses you and just says ‘is that a good enough use for you?’
Samira Mohan is definitely a dead center switch. Truly depending on the day, she will either be under you as you fuck her nice and deep with your strap. Maybe even having you eat her pussy till she cries. Or she’ll have you face down ass up, fucking you through multiple orgasms until she is satisfied. She’d reach around and rub your clit too just to overstim you even more. She loves the noises you make but making you cum and you practically scream as it rips through you? That’s something special for her.
Cassie McKay I just know can degrade you and praise you seamlessly. ‘God, you’re such a slut for me baby. Only for me.’ If she gets off of a long shift but still wants to fuck you though, she’s doing it in the most efficient way possible. You will either be riding her or you guys are fucking while spooning. Her body hurts after her long shift and she’ll be damned if she has to stand for a second longer. Rightfully so, but if you want her to she will.
Parker Ellis is definitely a no nonsense type of person. If you have an attitude she will call you out on it. ‘Fix your attitude or I’ll fix it for you.’ And oh god does she. She’s got you folded up in the bed driving her cock into you so deep that you might have to the ER to check if you have a bruised cervix. ‘You were talking all those shit earlier, where is it now hmm?’ You cant say anything, hell you can’t even think! And she’s not stopping until she believes you’ve been dealt with.
Baran Al-Hashimi is gentle until she, well, isn’t. Much like Parker, she too has her limits but doesn’t have as short of a fuse. ‘You’re really testing my patience angel’ and she won’t tell you when she’s finally had enough. Not until you’re both home and she pulls you over her lap and fingers you until you cum over and over again. Until it’s dripping down her leg. Whenever she’s done with you she’ll make you suck on her fingers and then give you a stern talking to so you understand why she did what she did. Even though you both know it’s falling on deaf ears.
Mel King doesn’t have a super high sex drive. Like if you wanted to fuck then she’d fuck you yes, but, she doesn’t need it reciprocated. Though when she is horny, be prepared to be at it for ours. This is all pent up tension that’s been building since the last time y’all had sex. ‘God I’ve been needing this for so long.’ You’ll just be laying there as she rides your face, using you like a toy while you rub your clit. She’d be a fan of a double ended dildo, especially when you guys are opposite each other and she can watch as each thrust she does drives it deeper inside you. Or being able to see your creamy pussy leave a ring around it.
Dana Evans I think would be one to want her pussy ate while she talks about how stressful her day was. She’s going on and on about different incident, rude patients, rude coworkers. Whether you’re in the same field or not you’ll know a lot after this. ‘And then had the fu- shit baby right there- fucking nerve to abandon a baby in the bathroom.’ Once she gets a good 2-3 orgasms she’ll give you a kiss and then go out for a smoke before taking care of you too.
A/n: I’ll be completely honest I was thinking with my dick (spiritually) and this came out of it. I hope you guys like it!
