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being really self indulgent here but emery stone top with the prettiest pillow princess :3 she treats her so good and gets off from it!!! her gfs thighs around her head are the closest she has ever been to heaven.

also her gf always gets the prettiest lingerie sets for emery to discover after a long shift at work. some days they dont fuck just make out and its more than enough for both girls to feel satisfied.

her gf is also the type of girl to send nudes during her shifts but sometimes everything emery needs is a picture of her face to get all hot and bothered because she has the prettiest girlfriend ever!

now I’m imagining emery spinning her gf around :3 ugh her gf is just a pretty little princess with pretty little dresses and the hottest and smartest doctor girlfriend ever

her gf clearly has that competency kink and it SHOWS like she gives her the biggest heart eyes when she is doing basically anything. She once cut herself real bad but it was on emerys off day and she stitched her up at home but that was so hot for her gf she had to get emerys fingers inside of her immediately afterwards.

sorry I’m writing so much cuz Imm thinking so much 🙏🙏🙏 need this woman so bad

Head over Heels

Emery Walsh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sugar baby reader if you squint (but doesn’t have to be read that way), fluff, some humor, mild smut, overstimulation, possessive Emery if you squint, no angst

Word count: 2000

You’re Emery Walsh’s girlfriend <33

Emery leans against the wall of the women’s locker room, her right foot propped up as her thumb moves swiftly across her Home Screen to open Messenger. A smile pulls at her lips when she opens your chat and sees the photo you sent. You’re lying bare naked on your stomach in bed. The photo captures your backside, plump ass and crossed legs that you have in the air. She doesn’t even notice the heels until she reads the text below; ‘Do you like the heels you bought me?’

Her eyes take in the tall, black heels on your feet. The platforms appear to be 150mm. The outsoles are decorated with small red crystals. They looks just like her girlfriend; hot and fucking expensive. She types a response. ‘Very much. They’re cute.’

The three dots indicating that you’re putting together a text appear almost immediately after the text was sent. ‘Good. They cost almost $3000’

Emery huffs a laugh as she writes up a response. ‘I assume you bought more than one pair.’

‘Duh’ reads the first text before it’s followed by another, ‘Good news, the Lady Peep Suola Strass (the ones I’m wearing rn) were the most expensive of the seven I bought. Better news, there’s a 90% chance that these will be around your waist soon :)’

Emery smirks after reading your message. She holds out her phone after deciding to FaceTime you. Her eyes soften at the sight of you.

“Hii” You greet her happily. You’re lying on your side on the couch in the dark while watching a show on Netflix. “Wait, can you see me? Hold on”

Emery watches you get up and leave the living room. You enter the kitchen and turn on the lights.

You look at her on the small screen in the bottom right corner. “Better?”

“Better” Emery repeats with a warm smile. She glances up at the clock on the wall. “It’s 1AM, baby. You know how I feel about you staying up late”

You brace your phone against the microwave so you can roam around the kitchen. “Can’t sleep” You tell her as you open the fridge, only to close it without taking anything out. You prop your elbows on the counter in front of your phone before putting your face in your hands. “I wanted to wait for you to come home so I could show you my new shoes..”

Emery opens her mouth, but you beat her to it.

“I know you won’t be here till after seven. Maybe nine if things are really bad over there” You let out a dramatically long sigh. “I guess I’ll just pop a melatonin gummy and see you in the morning”

Smiling, Emery affectionately rolls her eyes at your theatrics, knowing she’ll just give into what you want. “Shut up and show me what you spent my hard-earned money on before my break ends”

You can’t contain the squeal that leaves you when she caves. You grab the phone and flip the camera before directing it at your feet. “Kay, so these are the Lady Peep Suola Strass from the photo I sent..”

Emery watches you head into the bedroom then the walk-in closet where you’ve neatly stored your new shoes. She listens intently as you name and describe each pair of heels with a passion.

After you’re done, you get settled in bed. You cuddle up to the gray plush seal pillow that looks just like your girlfriend, despite her constantly insisting that it doesn’t (it 100% does), and look at her on your screen. “Hurry home to me”

“Always” Emery says before watching you let out a soft yawn. “Go to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”

You nod sleepily, your eyes already closed.

“Good night, baby.”

“G’night..”

Your phone falls from your hand as you fall asleep.

You wake up a little past seven. You can’t help but frown when you notice the lack of a warm body around you. You will yourself to get out of bed and take a shower. After brushing your teeth of course.

After doing that, you get dressed and head into the kitchen to make breakfast. You open Spotify and put your morning playlist on shuffle. Loud music fills the kitchen space. You set your phone down somewhere it won’t get in the way and start gathering the ingredients for French toast.

Around twenty minutes later, you hear the door to your apartment open and close.

Emery takes off her jacket and hangs it up on the coat rack before taking off her shoes, flexing her toes. She puts her bag away then follows the heavenly scent of breakfast to the kitchen.

Her brows shoot up when she sees you standing on top of the counter holding a full plate.

You smile and wave excitedly at her with your free hand. “You’re home. Good morning!” You greet her from above like everything is totally ordinary.

Emery looks up at you. “Good morning, sweetheart. Why are you up on the counter?”

Instead of answering her, you point to the wall.

Emery follows your pointer finger’s line-sight to a spider. Without giving it much thought, she opens the cupboard to grab some Tupperware.

You watch her approach the spider like it’s nothing. Your breath hitches when she traps it in the container before sliding the lid underneath it.

It’s so hot. Emery just saved you (okay saved is a little dramatic) and looked super sexy while doing so. She just breathes and you’re in awe of her.

Everything she does makes you want her.

You know that if you worked with her in the OR, maybe as an MA, you’d be constantly distracted while she’s cutting into a patient because you’d be imagining those skilful hands of hers elsewhere..

You blink back to reality when Emery walks back into the kitchen. “I let it outside” She comes to a halt in front of the counter, her head tilted up as she looks at you. She holds out her hand. “Plate”

You take a quick bite out of your French toast before handing her the plate which she sets down nearby. Her hands soon find your waist in a tight grip. You brace yours on her shoulders as she lowers you onto the floor. You love how she can easily hold you. “My hero” You smile at her. Your smile falters when you see the faint mess your sticky fingers made on her scrubs. “Shit. Sorry”

Emery puts her hands on both sides of your waist, applying just enough pressure for you to really feel her. “Don’t be. It was going in the wash anyway”

Her eyes roam over what you’re wearing; her faded Steelers shirt and lacy pale blue panties. She was so distracted by your bare legs when you were up on the counter, she had forgotten that, logically, you didn’t consist of just your head and toned legs.

You happily oblige by lifting your arms up so Emery could take her shirt off you. You can’t suppress the smile that makes its way onto your face when her already naturally dark eyes take in your lingerie.

“Like what you see, Doctor Walsh?”

“How about I show you?”

You yelp when she picks you up off the floor. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. You giggle when she takes you to your bedroom, the French toast you had made long forgotten.

Once you’re in the bedroom and Emery has taken off her scrubs, bra and underwear, she gets on top of you. You welcome her as she settles between your parted legs. Her lips capture yours in a slow, loving kiss that quickly escalates into one of passion. You grasp onto her upper back, moving along with her body as she grinds against you. Her tongue swipes across your lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter which you grant instantly. Her tongue moves against yours in a sinful dance in which she leads. Like many things in your life.

Emery pulls away, breaking the kiss in the process. A thin string of joint saliva connects your lips together. She gently brushes the pad of her thumb across your lower lip, destroying the bridge of spit.

Her lips leave kisses all over your neck, chest and stomach as she makes her way down your body till she’s reached her desired destination.

“You know you don’t have to” You tell her, softly but affirmatively, before her eyes meet yours. “You just did a twelve hour shift, Em. It’s okay if you’re tired”

“Do I look tired?” There’s a slight edge to her voice that causes your cunt to spasm with want.

You purse your lips then tug your lower lip between your teeth and shake your head negatively.

“Exactly” You lift your hips so she can slide your panties off of your legs. “Now lay back like a good girl while mommy reaps the rewards of her labor”

Emery eats you out with a vigour that leaves you speechless and your mind blank as your head is thrown back in extreme pleasure, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life. Your moans fill the bedroom of your rather spacious apartment.

Emery fucking loves having your thighs around her head. They’re warm, soft and the place between them never fails to make her day. She loves licking and sucking on your clit. She loves dragging her tongue along your slit. She loves that soft, relieved little sound you make when she puts her tongue inside your cunt. But most of all, she loves holding your hips and pinning you in place when you get sensitive and whiny after one too many orgasms. She doesn’t stop when you’re spent. Not even close. She feasts on you till she’s had her fill.

Afterwards, Emery crawls up your body and kisses you so deeply and gently, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor, that you arch and melt into her.

When she breaks the kiss, she has that cheeky smile that makes the white in her eyes vanish.

Emery gazes down at you. “I fucking love you”

“Gay”

She snorts a laugh. You smile.

Then you wrap your arms around her neck, looking up at her like she’s your whole world. In many ways, she is. “I love you too, Emery Walsh”

You give her a chaste kiss on the lips before getting out of bed. Emery collapses on your spot. She gets under the covers without bothering to put on clothes. She watches you put on a new pair of underwear and a floral print sundress with a cute little bow at the front between your breasts.

A smile pulls at her lips when you absentmindedly twirl around, watching how your dress sways.

“Where are you going all dolled up like that?”

You sit on the edge of the bed to put on your black chunky heels that match your girlfriend’s black leather jacket (which you totally plan on wearing out today without telling her. Not that she’d mind.) “I’m meeting a friend for lunch at that new café”

“Mmh. Do I know this friend?”

“Probably” You answer, looking down at your heels and clacking them together out of habit. You turn to look at Emery over your shoulder. “Jealous?”

Emery scoffs like her being jealous is the most ridiculous thing in the world. You remember that time she gave the death stare to a tween boy on the streets when he innocently complimented you.

You chuckle as you make your way over to her and bend down to be at her level. “Don’t worry, my love. I know where home is” You tease before kissing her cheek then turning around to leave the bedroom. “Bye! I’ll bring you back some yuca fries!”

“Have fun” Emery calls out after you before getting comfortable in bed. She pulls the covers up to her breasts, making sure she’s all covered before letting her eyes fall shut and succumbing to sleep.

#emery walsh x reader #emery walsh #dr walsh #the pitt #tedra millan #braincell reader

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youronebraincell · 5 days ago

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Suit yourself

Captain Carter x Fem!SHIELD worker

Warning: established workplace relationship, teasing, fluff and humor, no angst

Word count: 1065

You’re assigned with making your girlfriend’s new suit. Her original one is ‘outdated’

You’re trying, genuinely trying, to be professional.

There’s a work-issued tablet in your hand, fabric swatches spread across the table and a highly detailed schematic of a new combat-ready suit projected midair in front of you. This is real work. SHIELD-level, world-saving work.

You even skipped lunch for this. Unfortunately, your girlfriend is not taking it nearly as seriously.

Peggy Carter, Captain Carter, technically, although you’re the only one who calls her Peggy to her face and lives to tell the tale (aside from a certain redheaded ex-assassin), is currently standing on your platform wearing a glittery Union Jack cape that looks like it was stolen from a pageant contestant. And not even a good one.

“I think this one says leader” Peggy declares with faux-earnestness, spreading her arms out dramatically like she’s about to levitate.

You glance up.

The cape is sparkly. Her smirk is worse.

“Peggy”

“Yes, darling?”

“Why are you like this?”

She shrugs innocently. “Because you get that little crease between your eyebrows when you’re focused. It’s adorable. I’m helping”

You squint at her. “You’re helping the way a cat helps with a puzzle by sitting on it”

“Oh, you love it” The taller woman says breezily while stepping down from the platform with the kind of grace that only people enhanced by super-soldier serum can manage. The cape flutters behind her like a flag waving surrender.

“I’m removing glitter privileges” You mutter, swiping her ridiculous hologram aside and pulling up the real prototype.

“Unwise” Peggy teases, walking behind you and resting her chin on your head. “You gave me full creative input, remember?”

“I gave you the illusion of creative input. Like those toy steering wheels you give toddlers in the back seat”

“Ouch”

“If you had your way, you’d be in a trench coat and a pair of brass knuckles”

“Well, trench coats are classic”

“Trench coats don’t deflect plasma fire, Peggy”

She hums in acknowledgment and runs a hand over the table, stopping at a dark blue mesh swatch with embedded armor threading. “This one’s nice. It feels solid”

You pause. Real feedback? From Captain Distracted by Biscuits?

Then, just as you’re about to praise her progress, she adds, “But can we put a tiny snack pocket inside the sleeve? You know, for emergencies?”

And there she goes again.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yes, fine. Emergency biscuit storage. Anything else you need, Your Majesty? Maybe a teapot holster?”

She gasps like you’ve read her mind. “That would be brilliant, actually”

“I was joking”

“I wasn’t”

You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but the smile that creeps across your face makes the decision for you. You glance at her sideways. She’s already looking at you, grin softening into something warmer.

“I want this one to feel like me,” Peggy says quietly, more serious now. “Not just the flag and the shield and all that. Me. You know?”

You nod. You know exactly what she means.

After everything, being pulled from her universe, from her time, from her life, Peggy’s had to carry more than just a shield. She’s carried the weight of identity, of belonging, of always performing the role people expect her to be.

But here, in your tiny corner of SHIELD HQ filled with fabric bolts and body scan holos, she can be a little selfish. A little silly. A little herself.

“You want something functional,” You say softly, “but still you. Durable, versatile, not too flashy, but bold enough to make a statement. Something classic but modern. Strong, clean lines. No nonsense”

“Exactly” She says, leaning in with a smile. “You always get it right, darling”

You give her a crooked smile and wave your hand at the floating projection. “Then no capes”

Peggy points a finger at you like you’re preaching gospel. “Absolutely no capes”

You blink. “You.. agree with me?”

“I’ve read the incident reports,” She says solemnly. “Jet turbines, elevator shafts, automatic doors.. It’s a deathwish. And I’ve seen The Incredibles”

You bark a laugh. “You did not just reference a Pixar movie during a uniform design consultation” You grin and shake your head, scrolling through more design elements. “Okay. So we ditch the cape, keep the classic Union Jack motif, but tone it down to a darker blue base with reinforced paneling. We’ll embed a kinetic energy dispersal mesh in the torso, flex-weave in the joints, stealth coating on the gloves”

Peggy whistles low. “You talk nerdy to me like that and I’m going to have to kiss you”

“Promises, promises” You murmur, distracted by adjusting the collar details in the hologram. “Also, reinforced knees for all the times you jump out of things you shouldn’t be jumping out of”

“One rooftop and you never let me live it down”

“You didn’t even check the landing”

“I was checking. With my feet”

You snort, setting the tablet down and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Okay, I think we’re close. Let me render the mockup. Want to see it?”

She nods, then grabs the back of your chair and spins you to face her. “Only if I get to model it first”

“Oh, so now you’re suddenly interested in cooperating?”

“I’ve always been interested. I just like watching you work more than wearing skin tight fabric in front of people”

“You literally led an airborne assault team in spandex”

“Yes, but you weren’t there to make me blush about it”

You look up at her, your heart doing a little somersault. For all her teasing, there’s something genuine in her gaze now, affection, admiration, trust. It always catches you off guard a little. Like you’re not entirely sure what you did to deserve being the soft part of Captain Carter’s world.

“I’ll print the suit tomorrow” You say quietly, almost like a promise. “You’ll look amazing”

She leans in, just close enough for your noses to bump, and murmurs, “I already do”

You roll your eyes. “You are so full of yourself”

“I’m full of biscuits. And love. Mostly love”

Before you can make another sarcastic retort, Peggy kisses you, soft and lingering, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

For the first time that afternoon, you forget about deadlines, suits, and specifications.

You remember, instead, that even superheroes need someone to hold the measuring tape. And maybe to sneak them snacks between missions.

#peggy carter #captain carter #peggy carter x reader #what if #hayley atwell #dsmom

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