#emma nolan

[paprossie]

What Emma is listening to on the bus on her way to work that 4th of July:

Brendon is probably listening to some 90s grunge rock or something I don't know, someone gotta come up with something

[the-claire-bitch-project]

emma nolan in the summer 🌻💕

[sonnysideao3]

Actually, I’m starting a rumor.

[sapphicctigress]

the makeup team in the pitt does such a good job and making them look the exact same every episode!!

Emma has a *slightly* uncentered part in between her braids and it stays that way the entire series (unless i overlooked something) and i think that’s impressive they catch all those details

[athensrising]

prompt hope!!! (but no pressure)

Emma shoots her shot with Dana, but the woman (while flattered) turns her down. Cue Cassie watching in the wings, swooping in in the aftermath. Emma might not get a mommy tonight, but she could have a daddy if she wanted 😈

hello darling <3 thank you so much for the prompt!!! i changed it slightly, mainly cause i'm too mommy kink-brained and angst-avoidant to consider daddy kink/rejection right now, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

cw: mommy kink, fucking while thinking about someone else (on both sides...)

Emma has a type. Older. Confident. Empathetic to the point of burn out. It’s not her fault, really, it’s not! She can’t help that her stomach goes all fluttery when there’s a strong hand on her back, a calming voice at her ear, a gorgeous woman looking at her like she’s something precious.

Before this ‘type’ came in, she considered herself a switch. Not a dom or a sub, somewhere in the middle. But now? Now she can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to be a plaything for a woman who knows exactly what she wants.

To Emma, Dana Evans is the paragon of virtue. Not in a naive way—she knows the woman isn’t perfect—but in that holy, yearning, striving sort of way. The ‘what-could-be,’ if Emma manages to make it in this business long enough to carve out a place for herself and settle into the flow of the hospital with the bone-deep certainty of someone who belongs. Dana, for all her faults and vices, belongs.

Emma wants her. Wants to taste her. Wants to melt in Dana’s mouth and be good for her. But for all Emma’s pining, all her certainty that this is what (who) she wants, there’s no way in hell she’s going to be the one to bridge the gap between them. Not with everything at stake. Their friendship, their working relationship, their mentor/mentee dynamic. Emma learns so much from Dana just on a regular day! If she ruined that, all for some silly infatuation (she wants to taste Dana’s spit), she’d never forgive herself.

Cassie notices.

Emma notices Cassie noticing.

When Cassie finally gets Emma in her bed, after a shift full of longing glances shot Dana’s way and a hug from the older woman that has Emma dripping, there’s no need for secrets any more. Cassie knows everything, and it shows.

“Such a sweet thing for mommy,” Cassie pants into her mouth, grinning at the way Emma’s hips tip up to meet every thrust of her fingers. “God, wish Dana could see you now. So tight around mama’s fingers, aren’t you, baby? Bet you’d take her so well.”

And Emma whines, whimpers and clenches harder around Cassie’s three fingers, wishes Dana were here to see her take the stretch too. She wishes she could take all of Dana’s hand. Wishes she could hear Dana’s Pittsburgh rasp in her ear as Cassie fucked her with her strap.

When she comes, Cassie’s fingers pistoning in and out of her with enough strength to rock the bed, the wet squelch of her pussy obscene in Emma’s usually silent bedroom, there’s no need to pretend that the moaned, “mommy,” isn’t meant for Dana. And, though Cassie might not admit it to the charge nurse’s face, that’s enough to tip her over the edge too. The image of Dana fucking their little girl like the sweet thing she is.

[nllanver]

𓂋 ⠀restrained situations ꒰ emma nolan ꒱ ◌ 𓈒 ꕀ

oral (e receiving) ノ bondage (e receiving) ノ overstimulation kinda? ノ not proofread (yet)

To Emma ‘Clingy’ Nolan, the situation she found herself in right now might be the worse. She had her wrists tied to the headboard, restrained any try of reaching for you. Her legs spread wide by your hands, fingers digging in her soft thighs as your mouth devoured her, and she could do nothing about it.

You heard her whining as your tongue gave a strong lick against her so sensitive clit, her legs trying to close around her head and she tugged her wrist in a poor attempt to reach for you, which only made the ropes tight harder around her soft skin.

“No baby, I need you to stay put for me” you whispered in a husky tone against her inner thigh, earning another whine from Emma, big puppy eyes looking down at you but only a broke sob left her lips as she tried to speak, so overstimulated by the whole situation, “what does my gorgeous girl needs? I need you to use your big girl words” you teased her.

“Please” Emma finally cried out, thighs shaking as she pushed her hips close to your mouth again “just keep going”. You obeyed, how could you not? You had your gorgeous girlfriend tied up under you, glossy eyes with upcoming tears and that gorgeous pussy gushing like the most sinful last meal of your life, you would never deny her. A high whine left Emma’s lips as your mouth wrapped around her puffy clit again, tongue sliding between her slick folds and tipping just softly against her hungry hole, making the girl desperately try to tug her wrists free again.

“Please, please baby I need to reach you” she whined as her orgasm for dangerously close, but without being able to hold onto you? It felt more like torture. “No no, be a good doll and stay just like this, yeah?” You cooed against her pussy, lapping hungrily as Emma writhed under you, small sobs breaking between mewled moans, gummy walls squeezing against your tongue as it finally invaded her tight cunt and made her cum in the spot.

“there you go” you whispered as she finally orgasmed, giving a striped lick from her hole to her sensitive clit to collect that sweet release before pressing a last soft kiss between folds, looking up at Emma with heavy eyes “such a good girl for me.”

hey guys, I’m so sorry for how short this is, I’ve been sick for WEEKS now and so low on motivation, but I still wanted to bring something here! I promise I’ll post something better soon <3

[hermockingmouth]

"Sorry, are you telling me no one has made you come… EVER??" Trinity gaped, eyes wide. 

Emma laughed awkwardly, blushing as everyone in the booth stared at her. "I mean… I've only dated two guys. The first, we were both 16 and had no idea what we were doing. And the second one turned out to…well—turned out he wasn't really a great guy in general, so no. No one has really put in the time, I guess."

"Fuck. You've gotta try women," Trinity laughed, slumping back against the seat and downing a swig of beer. "I promise you they'd take the time."

"Hey, I'm sure there are guys who would take the time!" Victoria pouted. 

"Not the point," Cassie smirked, long fingers messing with the condensation ring around her water. "Trinity's right. Some guys might do the job. But any self-respecting lady lover is going to get it right or die trying."

"Drown trying," Trinity cackled, taking another pull. Then, leaned forward at Emma in sudden excitement. "Dude. We should totally find you someone to do the do. Break the ice on the river O or whatever." Grinned wickedly. "Come on, Nolan. I’ve seen our common likes on Insta. There is way too much Hannah Einbender for you to be totally straight. What’s your type??" 

Emma choked an anxious giggle, taking a sip of her (delightfully) over-sweet Dirty Shirley. "…I don’t know. I mean… at this point, I’d take anyone home. I just need someone who can actually—"

She cut herself off, realizing what she was about to admit.

But Trinity had picked up on it anyway, eyes alight in glee. "So, it could be literally any woman? It’s just a matter of skill?? Bet. Give me five minutes." And then she was out of the booth like a rocket, Emma left staring in her wake. 

"What is she…?"

"Something outrageous, I imagine," Victoria sighed, slumping against Cassie who looked down in surprise—but wrapped a kind arm around her anyway. 

"Have you ever dated anyone, Tori?" Emma asked, still truly getting to know a lot of these women. "It must have been hard, entering college so early. And don’t you still live at home?"

"Oh," Victoria said flushing, eyes flickering up at Cassie before returning back across the table. "Um… no. I was always so focused on school, and— I mean, I’m still doing my rotations and— I would, obviously, but—"

"So… have you never—?"

But Trinity was back, dragging two women in tow, looking like mischief personified. 

"Michigan, this is Vivian and Emery."

"I… know?" Emma said confused. "I literally work with you all?"

"Vivian, Emery, this is Emma Nolan," Trinity continued anyway. "Emma here has never had a successful orgasm with a partner." 

Lord have mercy—

Emma wondered if there was a fire alarm she could hit somewhere. Trinity was a one woman hazard and Emma’s face was hot enough to warrant the action.

"She has stated her willingness—dare I say, her need— to be taken home by someone who actually knows what the fuck they’re doing with a lady," Trinity rolled on.

I mean. Technically true, Emma granted though she would have gone about this any other way. 

"Emma, all four of us—"

"—wait, four?" Emma sputtered. 

"Duh," Trinity laughed. "Cassie is among the greats."

"Jesus Christ," Cassie groaned, hand dragging down her face.

"Yes, precisely. I’m sure you hear that all the time," Trinity grinned, winking at the older woman.  "Moaned at you from above while you—"

"Get to the point, Santos," Cassie bit out, face flushing a startling pink, eyes looking anywhere but at the med student under her arm who was staring up in surprise. 

"The point," Trinity emphasized, "is that we are all going to give our most compelling qualification and then you, Emma, can choose who wins! Huzzah!" Then she threw her hands up in the air with a grin.

"Wait—are you saying you would actually have sex with me?" Emma choked, confused. "Like… I say I need an orgasm so you’re gathering volunteers for the job?"

"You’re a babe. Literally any of us would volunteer as tribute. Tell me I’m wrong," Trinity looked around for confirmation. 

Nurse Vivi laughed, decidedly at ease with everything occurring. "I certainly wouldn’t complain." She smiled at Emma. "Obviously only if you wanted. But…hell yeah."

"Insufficient, Mandel. You gotta give your pitch."

Vivian’s laugh was like bells. Light, and charming and—

Fuck, Emma might actually be in for this insanity.

"Okay," Vivi said. "Emma," she looked at her, putting on the charm. "I once made a girlfriend come twelve times in twenty-four hours. And, I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue."

Trinity mimed taking up a microphone. "Impressive credentials indeed, Nurse Vivi! But let’s see what’s waiting behind door number two! Dr. Walsh, tell us, what talents lie behind a surgeon’s fingers?"

Emery’s eyes closed, head shaking back and forth as if praying for patience. Finally, she opened them again, finding Trinity’s "microphone" still there before her mouth. She smacked it down with a hand and a scowl—Trinity completely unbothered. Then Emery turned to Emma. "To be clear, I did not know what Trinity was roping me into," she said, looking apologetic. "But," she swallowed, wetting her lips before letting them quirk in the corners, "it is still a true fact that I would be very happy if I were to take you home."

Emma still felt like her face was on fire. 

She could barely believe this was real life right now. 

But…

Aren’t you not supposed to look a sex horse in the mouth or something? 

"And if you were to sell me on it…?" Emma’s voice cracked trying for cool and flirty. (God, she had no idea what she was doing, but fuck if she wasn’t starting to get wet just at the thought of all of this). 

Emery smirked, chin lifting confidently. "I do grip strength training daily. My hands are capable of things you couldn’t dream of." And then she held one up, spreading the fingers out wide with a wiggle.

Her fingers—

Emma’s whole body went hot now. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

Her head was rushing with noise, like pounding surf or something equally concussive and—

But Trinity was moving once again, fake microphone fist now before a no-longer blushing Cassie. 

"Mckay, tell us why Emma deserves a milf for her big night."

If anything, Cassie looked confident. For the first time this whole night as resident DD, she looked like she was exactly where she wanted to be.

And she was staring across the table at Emma. Heatedly.

"Well…I can’t say I expected this to happen. But if you’re looking for proven experience… I’ve been making women come since you were born, little girl. And if you let me take you home and get out my strap, I can show you just how well I treat a little girl on my lap."

To hell with pounding surf. Emma’s brain was just blue screen buzz. Total blankness. 

Cassie’s strap—

Sitting on Cassie’s lap and—

Cassie’s thighs and her belly and her STRAP—

She—

"And last but not least, your very own Trinity Santos is here to say, not only do I—"

"—WHAT is going on here?!" 

Emma flinched out of her haze, heart pounding at the inherent command in the voice. 

Dana. It was Dana. Of course it was.

"And why does my lamb look like she’s about to pass out?!"  The blonde stood with her hands on her hips, radiating dissatisfaction. "Speak up. Quickly, Santos."

Trinity, barely cowed when sober let alone four drinks in, just cackled. "Your 'little lamb' here is simply picking which lucky lady gets to take her home and give her her first Big O. Turns out men and toys can’t do the job, and she’s ready to try the fairer side of things. We’ve got cherry tongue, finger-builder, and strap mommy over here," Trinity was pointing as she went, "but ¿Por qué no los tres? Know what I mean?" She leered comically, giving Emma a hearty wink with her performance. "I can assure you, once you go Pinoy you never go—"

"Emma, with me," Dana cut in, flipping a thumb over her shoulder. 

There was nothing in Emma that could ever defy the woman. 

Frankly, nothing in her that had ever wanted to, either. 

Emma slid out of the booth obediently, following the woman several paces away, the blonde leaning down to whisper in her ear—

"What do you think they’re saying?" Emery asked, saying the words they were all thinking as they watched the two women speak out of ear shot. 

Dana had a hand on Emma’s shoulder, mouth up close to her ear —probably just to be heard in the crowded bar— as Emma listened, nodding. Said something back, face flushing.

"Probably just checking that Emma’s okay with everything. Dana’s fierce over that kid. Practically ripped Robbie a new one last time he snapped at her," Cassie said, equally caught by the scene. (And unawares of the heated glare from a certain med student which had been permanently afixed to her face ever since Cassie had given Emma that little speech). 

"She’s not drunk right? Emma, I mean?" Vivi asked, glancing at the woman who’d dragged her over here in the first place. "You’re sure she wants this?

"No, no," Trinity assured, waving a hand. "Only the one drink and she’s been nursing it for at least an hour. Besides, you saw her—she was playing along. Girl needs a lady-dicking, bad. We streamed Jennifer’s Body last weekend with Dennis and I thought Emma was gonna cum on the couch just from watching."

"Cassie, what did you mean when—" but Victoria’s breathy little voice was cut off when Dana stalked back over, jaw set and eyes alight. 

"Emma’s purse please."

Trinity snagged it easily from the booth, passing it over. "Is she good? Honestly, we were mostly playing, but I think she seriously needs some—"

"—Emma will be coming home with me, thank you very much," Dana said. 

There was a beat…

And then Trinity’s jaw dropped, eyeing the slow-growing smirk upon Dana’s face. "…You mean…?"

"She won’t be needing any of your services tonight," the blonde drawled, posture turning languid and satisfied. "I can give her anything she needs."

"Fuck…" Emery let out in a little awed gasp, wide eyes snapping to Emma, still across the room. "Jesus, that’s hot," barely audible, following in quick succession. 

Emma who was squirming, thighs shifting back and forth as she waited, gaze planted firmly upon Dana’s back, lower lip tucked into the dark of her mouth, sucking. 

She looked…

Well. 

Trinity could tell that this was one competition she wasn’t going to win. She faked a bow at Dana instead: "Teach me your ways, oh sensei." 

Dana just snorted, turning to look at Cassie instead. "You good to get these ones home?"

Cassie nodded, fishing her keys from her pocket and giving them a shake. "Yeah, I’ve got Trin, Vic, and Dennis—'less he’s spoken for already."

"Ask Robbie. Saw them chatting over by the darts." 

Cassie shot a thumbs up. Then, grinned. "…Have fun tonight."

The answering grin was pure carnivore. "Oh, believe me. I will." And then she was walking away, pressing a hand to Emma’s back (who was staring up at her with an adoring, disbelieving gaze), and walking them out the door. 

"…What I wouldn’t give…" Trinity breathed, grabbing her beer and downing the last gulps. Then, looked at the two standing woman. "Either of y’all wanna…?" 

"Yeah, let me grab my keys," Emery said. 

"Ooh, me too?" Vivi asked, bopping on her toes. 

"More the merrier," Trinity laughed, grabbing her coat. "Let’s steal some cherries from the bar 'for we go. Yo. Emery. What do you use for your grip exercises? I’m still trying to get that surgery rotation and maybe if I…"

The conversation faded as the three women walked away, leaving Cassie and Victoria at the table. Cassie took a final sip of her water and sighed, releasing the tension of the night. 

"Looks like it’s just you and me, Vic," she shrugged, smiling easily. "I’m dropping you at your folks right? Feeling ready, or are you wanting one more before the road?"

Victoria, face doing something new and unreadable, just stared at her. 

Cassie tilted her head. "Are you… good?"

Victoria stared. 

Inhaled. 

Then...

Nodded, as if having reached some long awaited decision.

"Take me to your car, Cassie. And then you and me… we’re gonna have a talk."