tags: oneshot. dayshift-surgeon!emery walsh x camgirl/sugarbaby!reader. no smut? rating M so mdni. bad with tags. literally walsh spoiling u while u touch urself. praise kink.
wc: maybe 2k words. (idk! i wrote it straight here)
it was one of those days where the surgeon feels bored and pent up when she thought of searching those sites where you give money for sexual favours.
she overhead one of her residents talking about it and it piqued her interest.
she was curious enough to search it on the web. she knows the depravity of it but she can't help it. she's too tired to date, too tired to give in to a domestic life with someone, especially when she's at the peak of her career.
plus, it's fair game, she reassures herself. it's a 'service' she's paying. she's not taking advantage of anyone. what more, she's probably helping other people.
shock is an understatement when she opened the site. there were so many people trying to give, and naturally, there were so many people wanting to spend here, it made her feel less guilty about opening that kind of website.
she narrowed down her searches to her location, she wanted to meet someone near, someone she can use in an instant.
scroll. opened a profile. too far.
scroll.
look at profile. not her type.
scroll.
look at profile. sent a message, user still offline.
scroll.
look at profile. no other pictures. maybe a scam
scroll.
it took her a few minutes before she stumbled on your profile.
'this one's kind of nice' she thought, she immediately sent you a message. luckily, you were livestreaming, doomscrolling since it was a slow day for you. the notification popped up from the 'lookingforsugar' site.
"hey, you look like you'll give me a good time ;)" the messaged read.
"hii im live here camgirllivedotdotcom" you replied.
walsh was still scrolling the site when she received your reply. she opened the link and saw you.
you were wearing a red lingerie, complimenting your skintone. it tightly wrapped your sunkissed skin, and she can see the trace of your hardened nipple on its fabric. you were lying on your side and camera only showed half of your face, you were staring at the phone.
emery gulped at the sight of you. the surgeon felt something aching on her core . she typed in to chat but it was blocked by a pop-up.
'error: you need to create an account to message in the stream'
walsh cursed herself, already excited to message you, she quickly made an account, linking her bank account, ready to spend it on you.
scalpelwlsh: hey pretty girl, nice lingerie.
a beep notification from the live woke you up from your phone, you look at your laptop and saw the message. before you can say your thanks, another messaged popped up.
scalpelwlsh: nicer if u take them off
you smirked, this one's straight to the point, exactly how you want to be told.
of course, you needed to tease her, you needed to put on a show, you squeeze your clothed breasts, you flick your right nipple and squirmed at the sensation.
"this one?" you asked. looking for her assurance.
scalpelwlsh: *sent $20* yes. off.
this one's nice, you thought. you reached for your back and unclasped the hook of your bra, revealing your bare breasts, flicking your nipples, you moan at the sensation.
on the other side of the screen, dr. walsh was already finger deep on herself. circling her throbbing clit at the sight of you.
she was pent up, it's been a while since she touched herself and looking at your body was enough to send her to the edge.
"ugh this is making me wet" you said teasingly, flicking the waistband of your panty.
scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* OFF
you chuckled her chat and you did. you sat up to pull your panties down. once it's off, you spread your legs infront of the screen, folds glistening as you circle your clit.
scalpelwlsh: such a good girl for me
scalpelwlsh: *sent $100* keep fucking yourself till u cum, want to hear u moan.
you chuckled at the message. her command was direct and you followed suit. you trail your fingers in your cunt, it was already dripping. you put two fingers in fucked yourself, while playing with your nipples.
walsh, who was doing the same, followed the rhythm of your fingers as she fucked herself. your moans echoing on her room from her laptop. it didn't take long till you both came at the same time.
scalpelwlsh: *sent 100* such a pretty pussy, i bet it'd feel good on my fingers.
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the set-up went up for weeks, walsh would miss a couple of your streams and you took notice of it. she was always your biggest spender and apart from that, her requests always make you feel good.
despite walsh's intention of meeting someone right away, she actually felt satisfied sending money and getting off online. plus, she was always busy at work, watching you at her screen before sleeping was enough for her.
not until, that one night. walsh was doing a 16hour-shift. she was supervising a teaching case and the resident fucked up. apart from that, the anesthesiologist were trying to rush the case so it would be safe for the patient.
frustrated, emery just took over the whole case when it was supposed to be a teaching case.
"i have to do everything around here!" she said while fixing up the patient. the whole OR, quiet, as she finished it up in record time of 45 minutes.
after the surgery, her frustration lingered. it wasn't enough to berate her residents, she was ready to take it out on someone. naturally, her mind thought of you.
when she came home, it was already late and you finished streaming. she thought of the site where to message you.
a message from 'lookingforsugardotdotcom' popped in:
emscalpel: "missed your stream, wanna meet?"
you saw the message history where you sent your livestream link. then it clicked.
the word 'scalpel' triggered you, scalpel, you recognize that username, scalpelwlsh, it was the same person, you thought; because who would have their username as scalpel, it's probably her.
"hey im down, but can we set up a call first?"
"yeah, sure."
you went ahead and set up a call with her. a private one. doing this excited you, it's been a while since someone took you out. plus, you're curious about her. it's a good feeling to put a face on someone who's sent thousands of dollars just to see you pleasuring yourself.
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walsh just finished showering. she wasn't able to dry her hair completely. she threw in a white shirt and a couple of gold chains to accessorize. somehow, she felt like she was going on a date, even if it was the opposite.
it felt formal, you were on your laptop so the screen is bigger when you see her face. emery thought the same, seeing you on the phone wouldn't cut it.
you called her, it rang a couple of times before she answered. the screen flickered when she entered the call. then, you saw her, she was beautiful, her curls falling before her shoulders, it looked a bit damp, like she just took a shower.
"hey, so this is actually the first time im doing this"
emery opened up. her voice was silky hot, your thought immediately went how her voice would sound like saying the commands she sends on your live stream.
"that's okay, what's your name? scalpel?" you joked, and she laughed.
"emery" she said, her voice airy and raspy.
"but you can call me mommy, or daddy" she added. leaning on the screen and smirking. your stomach fluttered and you feel your clit pulsed by her remark.
it was her first time, and it didn't feel like it. she was composed about meeting you. she seemed confident and somehow that turned you on.
she cracked a couple of jokes at you, and you find it cute that her eyes disappear when she smiles.
you explained that it was a pay-per-meet basis. you named your price and she brush it off. she didn't even tried to haggle which was normal with your customers. you grew more curious about her and you can't wait to find it out on the date. she asked for your payment details and you did.
after the call, you received the payment.
"emery walsh sent you $1000"
it was more than you asked for. you were about to say your thanks when another notification popped up.
"emery walsh sent you $1000"
you were speechless, she really was spoiling you. you thank whoever sent her from the sky, because she might as well be an angel.
"wear something nice, okay? see you"
emery texted. you immediately went to looking at shopping sites browsing at dresses and even lingerie to get ready for the date.
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going to the restaurant was nerve-wracking, it's been a while since you got taken out, but of course, you didn't want to fall flat. as promised, you wore a tight fitting dress to highlight your curves. emery reveled at the sight of you, satisfied with how you presented yourself to her.
emery walsh wore a cream suit, with a dark brown laced-singlet inside it. her hair halfy parted by a clawclip, with her curls falling on the side of her face. she looked more beautiful in person.
"so dine and fuck, then i'll get my desert later." she whispered at your ear, smirking at you. she held your waist and led you to the restaurant. her hands low on your waist, almost feeling your backside as you sit on the table.
you let emery picked the restaurant. it was cozy candle-lit dinner. it's perfect, she's perfect.
while eating dinner, you talked about the arrangement, how you can meet once a week, how she'll give you allowance per week, even giving you a key to her apartment so you can freely stay there, she wanted you close by so she can use you.
you learned she was surgeon and you filled with brim at the revelation. you opened up that you stopped medical school but is saving up for it. you had something in common, so you let her talk about her surgeries. one particular story about her residents fucking up.
after dinner, you already knew where this going. emery hinted her apartment was near the area. ofcourse, you grabbed at the chance of it.
her hands were already trailing your curves as you walk together.
it was going to be a long night.
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cred to this post & mcvadi fic rotting my brain when i watched this interview.
a/n: i got carried away... idrk if the process is accurate. lowkey lazy to research. this is just a little blurb offering because im still writing a smut wip which is taking longer than expected. and i cant get it off my head 😵💫. this would be hotter as pittyuri ugh. but my x reader demon made me write this. edit details later need to post bc my brain is shortcircuiting.
🦴 + baran al-hashimi. maybe one of the two breaks a bone and needs help around the house?
BREAK A BONE BUT NEVER A PROMISE
thank you for sending this in 🥹 fun fact i have never broken a bone in my life :o part of my 3k summer celebration <333
tags: soft wife baran; fluff; comfort
word count: 446
Baran wakes to the sound of breaking dishes. At first, still half-asleep, she thinks Kaveh has gotten into the cabinets that are too tall for him to reach on his own in an effort to make a surprise breakfast. But then she remembers her son is at her father’s this weekend and sees the other side of the bed is empty, and she frowns.
As Baran slips out of bed and into her robe, she spots your crutches still leaning against your bedside table, the sight causing her to rush out into the kitchen.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Your wife’s sharp tone freezes you. After a beat, you turn slowly—well, turn as well as you can on one foot.
“Making breakfast,” you answer slowly.
“And breaking all of our dishes in the process?” Baran raises a challenging brow, and you have the decency to shrink.
“I–” you pause, unable to come up with a valid excuse. You know your wife is angry, and rightfully so, but more so, you can see the concern written in her face.
“Baby.” Baran softens as she crosses the kitchen. When she’s within arms reach of you, she puts her hand on your hip and you immediately transfer your weight from the counter and into her embrace. “You should be in bed.”
You huff, lightly placing your hand on your wife’s shoulder to balance yourself. “I was hungry.”
“Then you should’ve woken me up, azizam,” Baran counts, her voice teetering on the line between wife and doctor.
“You just worked a double, Baran. You need your rest.” You shoot her a pointed look before shrugging. “Besides, you spend all day taking care of patients. I don’t want to be another one on the list.”
At this, Baran frowns. She knows breaking your foot has been causing you more frustration than pain. You haven’t said anything yet, but she sees the subtle signs—both as a physician and as your wife.
“You’re not another patient for me to take care of,” Baran says, her chocolate orbs boring into your eyes as she brushes a hair from your face. “You are my wife. Eshgham. Nafasam. To hameye zendegimi.”
Baran kisses your forehead softly before resting her own against yours. “My love. My breath. You are my whole life,” she translates and squeezes your waist.
You crack a small smile, trying to ignore the burning in your eyes. “I love you too,” you reply before kissing her properly. The feeling of her lips against yours never gets old, no matter how many years you’ve been together.
“Next time,” she mumbles, her breath still warm against your mouth, “come to me. Promise?”
Loved your recent fwb! baran headcanon. I love baran in that context and being that possessive
i love love love love possessive!baran because that woman 100% is possessive as hell.
baran absolutely does not play about what she knows belongs to her, especially not her woman. you're out at a bar or something and someone is staring a little too hard or someone else is trying to get your attention. she'd keep her composure, but she would for sure be keeping her grip on your waist, keeping as you close as she can, and making sure it's known that you belong to her. and when you get home she's looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes, talking all about how everyone wants you, but they can't have you because you're hers and she'll be damned if she lets you go.
munch!cassie who.. literally will claw at your legs to pull you impossibly closer, resulting in long and skinny yet angry welts along the meat of your thighs
munch!cassie who.. is obsessed with the feeling of your juices on your face, or the fullness of her mouth when you cum
munch!cassie who.. will accidentally overstimulate you by simply just eating away at your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere
"I know I know, but please baby, just one more for daddy.. you can do it, I know you can.."
munch!cassie who.. doesn't give a fuck if you have a bush, she'll gladly search through the jungle for the pot of gold
"baby.. baby, I haven't shaved yet, I don't-"
"Shh, just let daddy get her serving first, baby, then we'll talk later, okay?"
It was said against your stomach as she trailed kisses down between your legs.
munch!cassie who.. will fucking whine if you attempt to pull her away. Cassie mckay, you're older girlfriend, whining because her girlfriend is trying to pull her up for air—you would've found it hot if she wasn't going down on you like a man would to a medium rare steak
munch!cassie who.. practically finds comfort in between your thighs, especially after sex, she'll just lay there in a none sexual way, placing small pecks on the inside of your quivering thighs
She leaned her head against the palm of your hand which rested lightly on your still sensitive thighs, grinning stupidly up at you like a pussy-drunk idiot while blinking slowly as if she was in a daze.
"I love you, you know that right?" Her words came out slurred which you couldn't help but smile at as your thumb rubbed lightly at her cheeks
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
NSFW, SMAU, text messages, mdni! suggestive, a few photos (non-explicit), reader buying lingerie or pj sets without them, lightly bratty reader ❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･
i wanna do more of these but im scared that they get repetitive :((
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