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Holy arms, mama 😋😋 I need to bite them

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Any HC on needy! Baran Al-Hashimi? Especially with a younger reader?

UHHH I hope this is good enough, I just got home from work... does this count as studying for my spanish oral exam lolzzz....????

Smut below !

I think that Needy!Baran with a partner way younger than her would be such a pervert that she almost feels dizzy with guiltiness. Shes obsessed with your taste, with your smell, god even your voice has her melting for you and you don't even do anything.

You were the new first year at PTMC, a little unsure of what to do or how to work with the rest of the day shift. It was a task that Baran took with pride, which was showing you how the PTMC operated. Her finding out how good you followed instructions made her heart flutter and before you knew it you were nose deep in her cunt, eating her out as she held your head, almost suffocating you with her juices.

She practically begs you when you get home to touch her, her hands instantly grabbing your waist and pulling you towards her till you're sitting on your shared bed and she's humping your leg. your hands guiding her hip movements, her mouth parted slightly, letting out little sighs of pleasure.

"mhm---fuck!" she cries, biting at her bottom lip to hide her whimpers. you move your thumb to release her bottom lip from her teeth and she lets out a loud moan into your ear. Her gaze is completely blissed out, her eyes watery with tears from how much she is overwhelmed with need. You never thought you would see the confident attending so whiny and fucked out like this.

"Baby, I need to cum. Please. Oh my God." She gasps as she continues to fuck herself on your thigh. When she cums she is crying into your neck, her wet, hot tears sliding down your collarbones as her little whimpers and choked sighs escape as she tries to calm down from her high.

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The fauxcest thought of being in a threesome with Baran & Trinity. Baran sitting on the couch as you position yourself into her lap while Trinity eagerly sits beside Baran, basically drooling as she waits for a turn. “Mama please, I want a turn!” She whines, shifting slightly as if she was ready to pounce as soon as permission was granted.

“Not now, Baby, your big sis is having a turn. Wait patiently, trin.”

You’re rubbing your bare cunt on her yoga pants, hips stuttering as you whine and groan into Baran’s neck. Your teeth teasing her neck before trailing down to her chest and moving your hands to pull down the front of her shirt to reveal her breasts. Her large nipples practically calling your name.

Before you know it you’re sucking on Baran’s tits and hoping that she was lactating today. Mama let’s out a low groan, “that’s it, Baby, you’re doing soooo good for your mama and Khāhar-e kuchulu” she cooed.

OR

Baran positioned underneath you with her cock deep inside your pussy, whispering praises and telling how good you’re being for your mama while Trinity holds open your legs and eats you out so desperately. Your lil sis dirty talking you and saying “you love being eaten out by your little sister” and then taking a big slurp of your cunt juices, “you taste so fucking good” her tongue glides through your lips, spreading your juices

Idk just food for thought

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RIP my grammar, I just got home from work & was thinking about Baran because I ran into my old math teacher and she was SO fine I genuinely couldn't come up with words when I tried to talk to her. and I came up with some lame excuse about how I was off break and I had to go and she told me to "hurry along then" and I almost busted because she has such a pretty smile. and I was talking about her to my friend & then she called me a perv so I had to write this.

anyways.

Baran Al-Hashimi finding out that you're a little perv for her, that you've been posting about her on your instagram story about how hot the new attending is and how you wish she would take you home and just fuck you into the mattress. Announcing these crazy fantasies for the world to see without a second of consideration that she might one day see them.

but one day she finally does, and when she confronts you about it you get soo red and embarrassed your palms are practically cooking from the inside out.

"What's wrong, Baby? you weren't so nervous when you were posting those things about me on the internet." She teases, her voice condescending but still holding the perfect dictation and confidence she always has. "Such a pervert." Baran scoffs.

and before you know it you're in her house, back against the wall as she kisses all up on your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin, sending sharp shivers down your body. you're whining with pleasure as her strap buries inside of your pussy, practically sucking her in. "Baran--- mommy please!" you cry before she promptly shushes you. "Ah-ah." quickly stopping your begging as you let out a quiet whimper, her hips continuing to thrust up inside of you. "Mommy has you, Eshgh man. cum for me, cum for mommy, baby."

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Toxic!ex-wife!reader x Baran Al-Hashimi :: PLAYLIST

Random thought I had and its not at all a healthy dynamic but I might make a fic about it lolzzzz'

Warnings: smut, toxic relationships,

Toxic!ex-wife!reader who becomes obsessed with Baran's dating life, constantly stalking her social media to see if there is anyone she is hanging out with that is being mentioned more than what would imply a friendship.

Toxic!ex-wife!readerwho is a Lawyer and had connections in the field which is why you got sole custody of you and Baran's son. You only let her see him on the weekends & often use your kid as a pawn in y'all's arguments. You love your son in your own way but your anger and jealousy gets in your way from showing it. Toxic!ex-wife!reader who gets pissed when Baran doesn't want to pick up her son because that means that you don't get to see Baran. It means that you don't get to brush her fingers against Baran when she takes her son's things from your hands.

Toxic!ex-wife!reader who tells her son to get into the car so you can talk to his mama alone only to start yelling and crying at Baran about how much you miss her. you eventually started begging, her eyes watery and her lip trembling as you express how you want Baran back. Threatening to prevent her son from going to her house.

"Please, Baran. Come home. Come home to us---stay with me. Stop being so fucking stupid and just get back with me. I can call one of my Lawyer buddies and it would be quick and easy. Please." You sob, your head buried into her chest, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her closer as she attempts to soften the blow. "No, Honey. You know that we can't get back together." and that makes you push her away, pulling your legs back towards you and no longer facing her. "Fine then, He's not going to your place. I don't want him seeing whatever whore you're fucking." You snap, standing up and walking towards the car door to collect your son.

Toxic!ex-wife!reader who will call Baran in the middle of the night, crying and telling her that you need to see her. Which never ends well, it starts off casual, like a friend helping out where she is needed but it quickly turns into you hitting on her again and your hands down her pants

you're fucking your fingers into her soaked pussy, crying as you kiss her and begging to make her cum. "Please, Baran, please let me make you cum. Show me how good I make you feel, Baby." You ramble. "Show me how much better I make you feel then those other girls." your fingers curling inside of her to hit just the right spot.

You were drunk on her sweet gasps and moans that you hadn't heard in ages. When she cums you nearly break down completely, your forehead is against hers as you pant and sync with her breathing like its second nature. it would be a beautiful sight if it wasn't born from jealousy and deceit.

when Toxic!ex-wife!reader and Baran have their affairs its often kinkier then not. The angry biting and Baran slapping your ass. You are committed to having your ex-wife chained up and keeping her from leaving. Tying her up and holding a vibrator to her cunt until she cums over and over and over till she's begging you to stop and to just hold her. you need her to want you, to need you, to want to be held by you.

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Oh, baby I just buckle

Warnings: toxic past relationship . frequent Drug use mention . Ex-wife!reader x Ex-wife!Baran Al-Hashimi . alcohol mention (wine, partying, drunk reader)

notes: because I'm constantly thinking about Baran & toxic reader as of right now. I don't condone this... but ummm angst !

You had never planned for your life to end up like this. You planned to live the dream, with Baran by your side and with your beautiful son. You thought your life would never be anything but the white picket fence American dream that everybody sought out. The doctor-lawyer career bound lovers with the two-story house and all the wine you could drink. But that all changed the moment Baran brought up the word “Divorce.”

The word shattered your world, sure your marriage wasn’t perfect and it had its own problems, but every marriage did. Even though some of your problems were less than common. Sure, you were occasionally abusive and had a heavy reliance on benzos to keep yourself steady in the court room, which had lasted from law school till now. But your love was strong enough to get through it all, at least that’s what you thought, anyways. 

Baran had grown tired of the incredible highs and dramatic lows that you experienced as a side effect of your drug usage. It was always a disaster when you would fight, especially once Baran found out about your drug addiction. You would litter bruises on her arms and wherever you could reach in the moments that you could no longer control your emotions. It was the same way your parents showed their anger towards you, always a fist and never mature conversation. 

You had started to see your father when you looked in the mirror instead of your own reflection, but you couldn’t stop using. 

After your arguments were over you couldn’t stand to be left alone, the quiet leaving you to the dangers of your own mind was never a safe option. Baran always wanted distance, to be as far away from you as she could, but you never allowed it. You would mosey into the living room, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pressing little kisses on her neck and cheeks. You would sink down to the floor in front of her, kissing her bruises, mumbling, “It won’t happen again, baby. I’m so sorry, I love you so so much, honey.”  

You whispered empty promises to be better but they were never filled. 

Baran tried to help you sort out your issues, if not for her then for your son. She paid for your therapy, figuring it would be better for her to take the initiative to buy it instead of you. You would never go on your own dime, she knew that, but you would never waste hers. It proved as useless as a screen door on a submarine, your therapist eventually dropped you—you didn’t tell her anything anyways, so what did it matter?

The word “Divorce” meant a lot more than separation in your eyes, it welcomed a you that had been hidden because of Baran’s maturity and your son's birth. A side of you that hadn’t been around since your college days, the aggressive partying. Except this time, you had enough money to stick to it without worrying about the financial aspects of drinking and drugs. The word “Divorce” allowed you to let yourself be free. You started partying more and throwing your son onto your ex-wife without a second thought. 

The partying only stopped when there was no lingering memory of your ex-wife and son. Except for tonight, when you somehow ended up on your lover's passenger side.  

“Baran, You didn’t have to pick m’ up…” You slur out, your words ending in a small hum.

She huffed at that, "I'd rather your drunken stench fill my car then have you end up in a ditch because you're too stupid to call an uber and have to listen to my son cry over you." The frustration in her voice was palpable, filling the car ride with an unignorable tension. She couldn't even call you his mother.

"He's jus as much my son as yours." you bite back, you didn't appreciate the implication that he was no longer yours just because of your habits and not living with his biological mother. It was always something you felt insecure about, it wasn't your eggs that made your son. It was Barans. It wasn't you that birthed him. It was your ex-wife. He was never yours, the same way Baran would never be yours again.

Then again, you were never hers either. Your heart, mind and soul had dedicated itself to drugs before family.

The car ride stayed silent, only the sound of the engine and the air conditioner going filled the unease. You felt a hot liquid build up in your throat, maybe it was the constant curves that were being taken with such anger that was upsetting your stomach... or maybe it was the alcohol, and the awry road just added a strange sickness to the atmosphere.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last before the burning sensation in your throat became a waterfall out of your mouth from the amount of alcohol that you had consumed. You swallowed hard, the motion making a weird creek before you cleared your throat. “Are we almost home, Baran.”  The last thing you wanted to do was throw up in her car and have her mad at you for that, too. 

"You're almost there."

"How much longer..." Silence continued as the minutes passed, you let out a sigh of relief when you recognized the flower beds of your next-door neighbor. An older lady that you had one day came across burying her dead cat in the soil---a sad day for you both. You felt that heaviness in your chest all over again, the inevitable fear of abandonment that made you feel short of breath, and everything became so grey, so colorless. There was an overwhelming sting in the tear ducts of your eyes, tears threatening to overflow as you met her uninterested gaze. “Would you..um... want to come in… share some wine or maybe sit down and talk.” 'I miss you' lingered at the tip of your tongue, but fear of rejection served as an impenetrable barrier. You figured she would say no, after everything you had put her through, it wouldn't be enough to just divorce you and leave you alone to wallow in your shit poor tendencies, but she had to pick you up from your drunken fun to haunt you all over again. She nodded, unbuckling her seat belt and opening the driver side door. You quickly followed suit like a lovesick dog, rushing to the front door to unluck it and open it for her. You were using every ounce of any soberness inside of you to be polite, to "woo" her as you had heard younger peers say. "Thank you." She muttered with a quick nod as she walked past you, her shoulder slightly brushed your arm making goose bumps spread rapidly across your skin. She gave no signs of wanting to be anywhere near you, like the mere thought of you repulsed her to no end. In truth, you did. The idea of being in the same room who was no longer the same person that she loved and cared for. The same person who was overcome and sick with addiction that ruined the lovely life that they had before, sickened her. It made her feel so full of shame to even want you back. To want to feel your lips on hers once more. "Of course. Sit down---make yourself comfortable." There was a slight panic to your voice, methodical even as you gestured towards the gently used love seat. It was too careful, even for the older doctor who was known for her orderly fashion in the field. You were moving with a small shake in your hands, the quick twitches of your fingertips made your hands seem hungry for touch, anything to soothe the overwhelming desire for your old life back. You grabbed the wine from the cabinet in the dining room along with a small wine glass. as you made meager steps back towards your ex-wife a forced smile worked its way across your face, hoping to ease the tension in the room. It had been a while since you had been in the same room as Baran, it made your bones feel droopy and your heart felt like a dog toy that was too chewed up to even be remotely interesting to the pup. A clink echoed in your ears as the glass met the table in an eager kiss, you fumbled to keep the glass straight but succeeded. You felt like a teenager all over again trying to impress a girl and failing miserably. As you fiddled with the wine bottle, Baran stood up, placing her warm hand around your wrist and meeting your anxious gaze. "Let me do it." Her voice was surprisingly warm. You nodded, "Okay," and let her take the bottle from your grip to poor her own wine. "I'm sorry, I really don't know what has come over me." You stopped yourself from rambling, you didn't know each other anymore. Your brows furrowed, lips turning downward as you stared at the woman in front of you. "It's okay." "I missed you, Baran." The room went silent and your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. The deafening silence made you feel like you were in your last five minutes, circling through all the memories that had made you who you were. You felt dizzy with uncertainty and before you knew it your lips were on Baran's, your hands on her waist.

You didn’t know her anymore, but you remembered her taste and that was enough for you. The twinge of wine that lingered on her lips, the minty taste from her toothpaste, it made you desperate for more. The sugary taste of the wine was pulling you in for more, dusting off the overwhelming pungency of regret to reembrace yourself in the moment that you had been waiting for. 

Your relationship was over but you couldn’t help but chase the sweetness that was covered up by the bitterness of your past.

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I just had a vision so AWESOME i couldn't even write with my headphones on or it would take it away from me. I must lock in.

Baran Al-Hashimi pet play. You’re just a whiny little puppy who gets whatever she wants from her owner because she's a spoiled brat.

eventually Baran get tired of your whining and makes you suck on her strap, letting it bulge out the side of your cheek and slapping it just enough to make you flinch but not enough to hurt. You’re whining and squirming about her cock, tears are slipping down your cheek as she presses her strap further down your throat before pulling out. You gasps for air, drool dripping down your chin and down your throat.

"You're being so mean" you grumble, your voice high pitched and raspy from your throat being used for so long.

Baran’s hard glare softens to something sweeter, "It's okay, puppy, you're doing so good, baby." You sniffle and attempt to get off your knees but Baran pushes you back down. "Nuh uh, pup. You're gonna stay sitting down like the good girl I know my cry baby can be."

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The Pitt Women Headcanons

As a temporary wait for my fic to drop I'm releasing this 🤤

Starting off strong; Baran Al-Hashimi 1. I fully believe that Baran is the most considerate, most caring soul during intercourse, no matter how little or how big the sexual act is she's putting all her energy into not only pleasing you but reading your cues (your body language & face), differentiating each movement & cry from pleasure or pain. 2. depending on your body she'll slow down and ask if you're okay, if you need her to stop or slow down, going on a little bit of a ramble (while her fingers are slowly filling you up and curving inside of you) about how its your pleasure and you should always speak up if you don't like something like a good girl/boy or whatever you like to be called. 3. biting I can totally get behind the idea that when she is doing foreplay she likes to bite & lick at your skin, especially your thighs. nipping at the fat and then licking to soothe the sharp pleasure that just happened. she is an ear licker. maybe not full on tongue fuck but she will lick your ear and it is HEAVEN SENT! and she will then bite at your eat and giggle into it, so soft and breathy it makes your body turn to mush. and its that toothy little smile she has, like in that one video where she says she wants a kiss. yeah. that one :)))) because ugh its so hot 4. Maybe controversial but yes I think she enjoys fingering and eating you out more then a strap, maybeeee she'll throw in a vibe but she LOVES exploring your body. its basically like how they say that you enjoy your food better when eating with your hands instead of a fork.... but fingers instead of a strap on ! 5. I want 500 papers written on switch baran al hashimi on my desk by midnight. that woman is like a total power bottom, and maybe even occasionally subs (hot take but i don't think sex with her is very kinky, atleast not past a good pair of handcuffs & maaaaaybeeee waxplay or orgasm control.) but id like to think that after a hard, not only frustrating but exhausting day she takes out her frustration on you! 6. Kinks?? like I said she probably has a thing for bondage (purely handcuffs, MAYBE on ur feet.), Spit/drool (maybe liek a mouth fucking type of thing where globs of spit are involved... is this me outing myself?) , and then wax play for calm nights where she wants to see you squirm. and then orgasm control..... again just when she is frustrated---she'd probably tell you you couldn't cum and then you did and now she is making you beg her to stop you from cumming because it hurts sooooo good.

She came home pissed, Robby being Robby and fucking up her day. But she had you, her cute, pliant little baby. Needless to say, you ended up tied up on the bed, leather wrapped around your wrists and feet, keeping you from squirming away from her touch as she held a vibrator to your clit. Baran holds the vibrator to your cunt until your chest is rising and falling quicker then you could register your next orgasm.

“Please—oh fuck- ah! Please mommy! Please stop, oh my god!” You cried, baran’s eyes just lit up with excitement, knowing she wasn’t done with you.

And relating to the spit thing

Her hand rubs on your face, gathering the spit you had produced just for her. Your sitting on your knees, looking up at her with pleading eyes for her to touch you, but Baran had other slobbery plans then touching your sweet cunt.

Her had covers the bottom of your face in your salvia before sticking two of her fingers into your mouth and finger fucking it like it was your cunt. “Good doggie. Such a messy girl.” She smiles, it was sweet—warm, despite how messy the act was. Her hand pulls away, “keep your mouth open, baby.” She says before spitting into your mouth, “swallow.”

Dana Evans

1. I think she is a bit more kinky but like.... shes kinda old and maybe a bit lazy but thats part of the fun. She likes to make you work for it, making you sit yourself on her strap and bounce on it till your legs are giving out and you're begging her to let you stop but instead she puts her hands on your sides and helps you move. she likes the look of your tits bouncing (tit girl dana canon>???) 2. I think any sort of burning is canon.... aftercare is always serious with her---she's lost too much, she can't have you seriously injured or feeling rejected after a long night or short.......... She probably puts her cigs out on you and licks the burn! hot. then lotion of course 3. Miiiiight use tongue occasionally, but mostly a strap on girlie. I'd say like 6 or 7 (aha) inches max & a little on the girthy-er side, and its blue ! 4. Dirty talks SO SO SO FUCKING MUCH!!!! she doesnt degrade you but it is alot of praise, calling you a good girl, telling you just how hard you are working to take what you want like a good girl, her baby. Your sweet cunt sucking in her strap without her having to do anything but just sit there while you bounce on her like a little rabbit. 5. probably takes the nickname to a diff level and calls you bunny or rabbit at the ER but no one knows the real reason, plus she thinks your as cute as a little bunny so most of the time thats the explanation here

Like think about it.

“Oh fuckkk bunny. You’re doing so good for me, bun, bounce on it for me, baby.” She groans as her strap slams into your soaked cunt, making a loud squelch. Her hands grabbing onto your hips and pulling you back onto her strap before she pauses, letting her cock rest inside of your warmth. “Work for it, baby. Use mama’s cock to cum.” Her breath hitched when you started to slowly grind yourself on her strap, her head dipped backwards and she swore she could feel the way your cunt pulsed around it, the way your juices gathered on the blue cock. It made her so fucking wet to see you working for it.

6. just me... or public sex dana... Baran is less risky, more focused & serious about her job (so is dana but ....) but dana likes to be a bit of a tease sometimes, I doubt it would go further then her slipping her thigh between your legs and letting you work yourself on it until you both have to leave for a case. I think she would definitely tease ya about needing her so early into the shift

I’m talking the break room, on your balcony as people are passing under, maybe even when she was still married she fucked you in her and her husbands bedroom while he was home, downstairs watching the football game during Easter.

7. I could see her being into puppyplay & being called mama or ma’am. Laalallaa I’m not listening to any talk back on that one either. That is MAMA and I’m her good puppy .

Yolanda Garcia 1. I think that she is HUGE on dirty talk but she is mean as FUCK!!!! calling you a dirty slut for how much you're liking what she is giving, she calls you allllll the mean words---but don't be fooled, she means none of them. Nice aftercare afterwards if ur in thatdeep with her.. hwoever I think if its casual she'd probably throw a rag at you and tell you to clean yourself up then #dip. I don't think it's cuz shes a bad person just doesn't want to get into deep. sex is casual, not love. 2. Have I said that she would be mean af ???????????????????????????????? I think

I don’t really think about her all that much. I just think k she’s a huge dom fem who likes being called daddy… ??? I’ve been convinced by the general public LOLZZZZ

These are the only people I think about consistently enough to explore their kinks and stuff. Pls forgive me an give me recommendations!