#barantos

[tweefiend]

sometimes I remember there are pitt fans who ship ROBBY and AL HASHIMI and it reminds me that there’s a whole world out there I don’t know about..

[chainedupdyke]

outside rn and its 3:47 am and it got me thinking about trans whitsantos

sooo…

(part 1.)

we stayed up all night (we never felt so alive)

dennis and trinity cannot sleep. it honestly could be either their fucked up insomnia, the trauma from another day at their job that takes and takes and takes, flashbacks from people they couldn’t save— could be many things.

bottom line is that they’re both tossing, turning and frustrated. so, they decide to head out to the nearest convenience store, buy shitty food and make ice cream floats sitting at a ledge in front of the road, talking..

..about what kept them up at night. work. shows. new food ideas to cook. laundry not being done in heaven knows how long. baran, robby. god knows how many topics they ranted about.

by the time they finish talking, the birds are chirping, people are leaving getting ready for work, for school. they look at each other wide eyed, and the second they both stand up they tumble into each other because they are so delirious and so exhausted. they laugh loudly at the sight, jesus they are so fucked up. they pull each other up, holding onto one another as they take the smallest of steps back to their apartment (because if they run they will hit a lamppost. this has happened twice to dennis already). they black out the second they get inside. outside clothes and shoes be damned.

robby and baran come by around 10 am to deliver some stuff for their partners, also just to see them. sue them, they miss their idiots.

robby comes with a new binder for dennis (it was on his wishlist), while baran comes with hrt (her weekly injection) for trinity. breakfast included, of course.

the second the attendings open the door and say ‘hi!’ their residents groan and tell them to be quiet, pillow covering their ears and everything. they giggle and snort, seeing the utter wreck their partners are.

“c’mon, den. up and attem.” he carries the younger man with ease, dennis snoring loudly in his arms. he glances at baran and says, “i’ll take the guest room and you stay here?”, leaving baran nodding.

“yes, please. trinity’s.. hard to move around when she’s deeply asleep.” the older woman sits at the bed and softly scratches trinity’s scalp. the younger woman responds with almost purring at the sensation.

“aye-aye, captain. i’ll leave their breakfast in the fridge to reheat later, then.”

“sounds good.”

[dash-in-the-pitt]

hiii

if asks are still open, part 2 of barantos where it’s garcia and baran both having a situationship with trinity and having no idea about the other?

would love to see baran being jealous and possessive but also angsty because trinity can make her own choices about who she wants to be in a situationship with, but that's not going to stop baran from showing her how she is the better(?) choice

baran won’t lie, she’s hurt by trinity’s choices.

maybe not in the way that she’s hurt that she’s the other woman, the third person in this strange equation, but that trinity didn’t tell her.

let her look like a lovestruck idiot in the ED because of course, everyone else knew trinity was still seeing yolanda, still going over to hers every now and again, coming into work looking like she’d been mauled by a bear.

trinity’s skin becomes a blank page for yolanda and baran to talk to each other, dark messages left against a pale canvas.

a dark purple bruise on trinity’s shoulder, marred by faded teeth marks, a message of from yolanda to say she’s mine.

a soft little patch of red skin just beneath trinity’s ear, a sucked out little sliver of a note from baran to say, look how gently I treat her.

baran hopes trinity can read the messages for herself, hopes she knows the ones that baran kisses over her skin, just for her.

be mine. please. you’re so good for me. i need you to be mine. I’ll die without you.

as many as she leaves, no matter how softly she kisses or suckles at her, no matter how gentle her touch is, baran watches trinity go back to yolanda over and over again, coming back with marks and scratches and bites deeper than she can cover.

she could never ask trinity to leave.

all she can do is sooth over the injuries, and leave some healing in their place.

[lost-in-a-tiny-house]

Baran becoming a stay at home wife when her seizures force her to stop working. She can’t drive either.

Baran discovering gardening and finding joy in her garden.

Baran buying Kaveh a plant and teaching him how to take care of it.

Baran making Trinity to drive her to the garden centre on Trinity’s day off to buy more plants.

Baran getting upset that a specific flower wasn’t available. Trinity listens to her cry over it and drives four hours to get the specific flower for her wife.

[vleflain]

The Pitt women p!links

(tw; sexual videos, strapon usage, vibrator and other sex toy usage as well)

please know that I am not responsible for the content that you consume!!

(happy pride months everyone!! let’s start the months with something freaky)

𝒟𝒶𝓃𝒶 ℰ𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓈

holding your legs back to be able to fuck you just right ⋆˚꩜｡ she can’t stop using toys on her pretty girl to see how overstimulated she gets ⋆˚꩜｡ can’t help between switching from a vibrator to her fingers

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𝒮𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶 ℳℴ𝒽𝒶𝓃

masc!leaning samira making you record her as she pounds into you ⋆˚꩜｡ eater!samira ⋆˚꩜｡ her pinning your leg down with her own while she fingers you ⋆˚꩜｡ samira spanking and fucking you even when you’re half asleep

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ℬ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒜𝓁-ℋ𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝒾

baran trying out wax play ⋆˚꩜｡ baran helping you get off because you’re soo sleepy you can’t do it yourself ⋆˚꩜｡ just needing to eat her girl out soft and slow after a hard day at work <3

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ℬℴ𝓃𝓊𝓈 ℬ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉ℴ𝓈

baran and trinity making out after a tough day at the ER ⋆˚꩜｡ baran and trinity getting handsy with each other

authors note ; sorry this is a little short, I was getting sooo tired as I was making this…but I’ll most likely add onto this or make more of these, along with other characters from other fandoms!!

Comment if you’d like to see future posts like this so I know who to tag!

[mistydear]

need you

kicking off pride month RIGHT. sneak peak of an upcoming barantos fic! mdni! strap on, squirting, w/c: 1k

Baran is moaning so fucking deliciously, her face red, eyes closed, head thrown back into the pillow as Trinity fucks her into the bed. She’s fisting the sheets, tensing, when Trinity hears the front door open and keys being tossed down.

“Trinity? You home? Have you seen my book on calving?”

“Fuck,” she hisses, stilling.

Baran whines, so drunk on Trinity’s strap she has no idea why she stopped. As much as Trinity would love to drive Baran over the edge right now, she’s maddeningly incapable of being quiet when she cums — she knows this from experience trying to shut her up in inappropriate places — and that is not something Trinity wants to think about the next time she has to meet Huckleberry’s eyes.

So, she pulls out, probably too quickly, and Baran moans sharply. Panicked, Trinity clamps a hand over Baran’s mouth, which at least gets her to focus. But her eyes go sort of dark and hungry, and Trinity swallows.

“Fuckleberry’s home. Stay here,” she breathes, leaning forward on her hands to kiss Baran, who chases her and whines faintly when she pulls away and hops off the bed.

Baran’s trying to catch her breath, draping an arm over her eyes, knees fallen apart, thighs sticky, as Trinity throws on some boxers and the closest t-shirt. It’s Baran’s Stanford 2010 debate team shirt that practically lives at Trinity’s apartment. She opens the door and closes it quickly behind her, almost running right into Whittaker.

“Fuck. Jesus, hi,” she gasps, shoulders brushing back against the door.

“Hi…” he drawls, eyeing her weirdly.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, out of breath.

“I live here?” Trinity levels him with a glare.

“You’re supposed to be out playing house right now.”

“Yeah, and Amy called on the way asking for my calving book. She’s got like two cows that could give birth any day.”

“Ew, oh my god,” Trinity groans.

“I think we used it to level your dresser,” he starts, and Trinity’s eyes go wide, desperately hoping that isn’t the case.

“Nope, don’t think we did. I thought you were using it as a plant stand or something,” she offers, and he thinks for a second.

“Right, yeah.” He glides past her with a suspicious look, noticing how sweaty and disheveled she is. When he passes the second time with the book, she’s just standing in front of her closed door. His expression drops. “Oh my god, do you have Garcia in there?”

“No. No, I’m not, we’re not…anymore,” she says quickly, awkwardly, following Whittaker into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything, but Trinity can feel what he’s thinking. He’s oddly protective over her, and it never fails to make Trinity squirm.

“Why do you have a Stanford shirt?”

“Oh it’s, uh, not mine,” Trinity says thoughtlessly.

“So, you do have someone in there,” he grins, and she forces down a blush by grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around in the direction of the door. “Have fun. Be safe. I’ll text next time I need to enter my own apartment,” he says as she’s shoving him out the door.

“Good riddance, Huckleberry,” she calls after him, locking the door and securing the chain just to be safe.

Trinity takes a deep breath outside her room — trying to flush Whittaker from her mind — before entering. On the bed, Baran has her hand between her legs, slowly, quietly circling her clit. Her eyes are closed, one hand rolling a nipple between her fingers, soft gasps pushing past her lips.

“Fuck, Baran,” Trinity sighs, tearing off the shirt and boxers and sliding the strap back on. “Have you been touching yourself the whole time I was talking to Huckleberry?” Baran whines and nods, her eyes barely fluttering open. Oh, she’s fucking gone.

Trinity settles eagerly between her legs and just watches her. She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the bed, swollen and clenching around nothing. Trinity moans, her hands falling to Baran’s soft thighs.

“I need you inside me,” Baran mumbles, and Trinity can’t help but smile. She loves when Baran gets like this, so aching and desperate she’d do just about anything to cum.

“I can tell, baby.”

“Please. I was so close when you left,” she whines, her fingers clicking against her clit, and Trinity can see the stringy slickness on them.

“You’re still close,” Trinity teases but not for long, her own clit throbbing at the sight.

She shifts closer, aligning the strap and holding Baran’s hips. When she drives in hard and bottoms out, the most obscene sound Trinity’s ever heard punches past Baran’s lips. Her back arches, and her hand flies up to press low into Trinity’s belly.

“Fuck. fuck. Actually, I think you need to pull out. Oh, god.” Trinity can feel her clenching down, twitching and trying so hard to keep still. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Now you’re embarrassed?” Trinity laughs at the blush that rises to Baran’s cheeks. She pushes against Trinity, but Trinity doesn’t budge. “You worked yourself up while I was gone, and these are the consequences.”

Baran’s hips twitch.

“Oh, Trinity, fuck,” she moans, her head rolling back, fingers falling from Trinity’s belly to fist the sheets as she cums without Trinity having to do a goddam thing.

And then she fucks Baran through it, hard and deep, swiping at her clit until she cums again with a series of cries and moans that almost make Trinity fall apart. She can feel the spattering of liquid on her thighs as they slam together, hear it on the strap as it squelches in her. And when Baran can’t take it anymore, tears stinging at her eyes, Trinity slows and stops.

Baran keeps a vice grip on the strap as she comes down, so Trinity just runs her hands up and down her damp skin, soothing. They’re both gasping as Trinity finally pulls out. Baran’s eyes flutter open, hazy and tired, and she reaches her hand down to feel the soaking wet sheets between her legs.

“Your sheets,” she groans. “I’m sorry. I don’t normally do that. I would’ve laid a towel down.”

“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” is all Trinity can manage knowing she’s dripping wet and throbbing. Baran’s eyes go dark, and she licks her lips.

“Come here,” she breathes, and Trinity’s scrambling up to kiss her, the strap pressing into Baran’s trembling thigh.

[barantos-prompts]

In which Baran craves chocolate and eats the chocolate Trinity has stashed on the top door of the fridge behind the jarred bagoong and the purple yam jam her girlfriend was so fond of.

Turns out? Maybe she should read the label before eating tasty Belgian chocolate.

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Trinity comes home to find Baran watching Remarkably Bright Creatures, curled up under possibly every blanket in the house, on the couch with all the lights off.

"You... okay?" She assumed a bad brain day... maybe even exhaustion from a seizure.

It took a minute but Baran blinked, looking away from the screen. "The walls are still breathing."

"... ominous..." And then she spotted the wrapper for her mushroom bar on the coffee table. "Oh boy. Oh mutya. That was 8 grams."

[lost-in-a-tiny-house]

Baran cooking Persian food for Trinity after overhearing her talk about the Persian restaurant she went to with Whitaker. She knows her food is better than any restaurant.

Baran showing up to Trinity’s apartment with the said food as a peace offering. She wants Trinity to see her than the attending who threatened her over her charting.

Trinity opening the door to find her attending with her hair down whilst wearing an old Stanford tshirt and shorts. She watches Baran lift up the containers of food she cooked for her.

Trinity smiles and lets her in. Baran is secretly overjoyed that she gets to feed Trinity.