#mowalsh

[mohankisser]

could we get a peek at the rush of blood wip?

always! here is a peek at a text conversation from chapter five, and i also posted another bit of it for wip wednesday just now :)

[mohankisser]

hi sexies happy wip wednesday

i haven't posted one of these in a long time but here are some previews of the rush of blood chapter five and my new criminal minds au! chapter five has another sexually charged surgery scene which has been very fun to write (that, and yogurt as foreplay).

the rush of blood (chapter five):

“You didn’t need to do that earlier,” Samira takes a sip of her water, the disgusting electrolytes Emery added in making her nose scrunch. “In the OR,” she clarifies.

“I do a lot of things in the OR. Use that big brain of yours and be specific.” 

Samira’s mind is a traitorous thing. She should be replying to Emery’s request, orders from her always having that strange way of doing something to Samira’s body that makes her itch to listen—to please. But instead, it’s locked in on a rather pitiful thing, a mundane object she’s seen used too many times to count.

A fucking spoon.

She’s helpless to do anything but watch as Emery’s tongue licks up a bit of the white yogurt on the shiny tool. Her breath catches, stomach tightening and pulse thrumming between her legs as Emery lets the entire thing slip into her mouth. Samira briefly wonders if the sweetness of the yogurt lingers on a consumer's tongue.

If she'd be able to taste it—

The sound of her stomach growling snaps Samira out of that line of thinking.

"Hungry, Mohan?"

tusk (chapter one, mowalsh criminal minds au):

Emery slips her cold hands into the pockets of her suit pants, exhaling sharply out of her nose. “You should’ve involved me in selecting her.” Robby raises his brows. “Sir,” she adds, an afterthought like Robby’s authority over her always is.

Baran gives her a closed-lip smile. “We thought it would be best to handle it ourselves, given the circumstances.”

This time, Emery fails to suppress a dry scoff. “What circumstances?”

[whatapictureisworth]

Happy WIP Wednesday!

Just one snippet of a/b/o mowalsh

Walsh—Emery—just takes her hand and hauls her up to a standing position, then pulls her close and crushes their mouths together. Clearly she doesn’t have as much of a problem with the taste of semen as Samira does.

“Okay,” Emery gasps when she breaks the kiss, “Shower for you. Your shirt’s going in the wash ASAP. And then…” Her head tilts, eyelids lowering as her gaze gets caught on Samira’s lips.

“And then…?” Samira nudges when Emery doesn’t finish her sentence.

“Then…we’ll see where the night takes us.”

+++

The night takes them to places Samira has only dreamed of visiting.

Somehow, Emery is better in bed than every professional mating season sex-haver Samira has ever hired, combined. Maybe this is what actual attraction does to one’s subjective experience during sex.

[targ-bastard]

wip wednesday

about halfway through chapter 3! writing the beginning stages of their dynamic in this setting is so fun, i can't wait to get to the nitty gritty of the story so we can see how it develops over time!

from chapter 3 of there was sun:

Samira starts to feel the weight of those brown eyes and their continuous stare, the way they follow her gaze. Has she blinked once this entire time? "Hi." Samira says, voice coming out in a rough sort of mumble. Her throat feels dry, a consequence of the nerves she feels coursing through her body. Aliens are real, she thinks. And they look like us? Her hand comes up in front of her in a small, shy little wave. Those eyes that were just set on her lips at the sound of her voice dart down to her hand where it freezes in place, stuck in motion. Samira watches as, slowly, the being in front of her brings their own hand up, holding it in front of her own, mimicking her hand and it's previous movement before freezing in front of hers. She gives herself a couple of moments to take a good look at it in the light while she can - pale, just like before, eerily human-like, though it's attached to an arm that seems to have deliberately placed markings scattered about. Not necessarily tattoos, but not scars either, almost a mix between the two? Their eyes don't break away from her hand until she moves it, reaching out to rest it against the glass. Brown eyes lock onto hers as they take a step back, not necessarily in fear - there's no sign of worry on their face, but rather in caution. Samira realizes then, that they're just as nervous about interacting with her as she is of them. Neither one of them know what to expect. "Sorry." Samira whispers. "I didn't mean to…" Her voice trails off at the sight of them moving, those eyes finally leaving her and finding the ramen-made Blip A taped to the window. "Oh." She says as they crouch down in order to be eye level with the replica. "That's not- I thought I'd make you one just like you made one of me, but I can see it's not.. up to par." She grimaces, embarrassed now that they seem to be studying it. The answer she receives is one she doesn't understand. Their mouth moves just like hers does - she can see teeth and a tongue just like her own inside - but the sounds that come out are almost like music. Deep, resonating tones with chitters placed throughout, a timbre that could be quite soothing under different circumstances.

[starr-gazerrs]

samira and emery making a joint playlist a couple months into dating.

emery playing it whenever she misses samira a little too much.

emery listening to normal girl by sza during a surgery.

[marinebiiology]

if you're willing, i'm able (the world belongs to you)

If asked, Emery would deny that she has sugar mommy tendencies. She would argue that she makes 10 times more than any resident as a senior surgical attending, so it just made sense that she would be the one footing the bill all the time. Completely logical, she reasons. Charitable even, some would say. Chivalrous maybe, others might allow.

Or

Emery Walsh likes to spend money on her girl.

Soooo...I did a thing and wrote a sugar mommy! emery walsh fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/89438366/chapters/237529326

[magbellsdaughter]

Emery Walsh taking jack’s daughter (her niece) out for a girls day after a shift and seeing samira mohan in the same stationery shop.

Samira and emery lock eyes and just stare at each other and emery falls in love

[potluck-s]

wip wednesday

it has been a week, so these snippets are just smut, smut, and more smut from three different fics ✋🏽🙈 nobody look at me

chapter 5 of the thoughtfulness of thirst (x)

"Let me taste you." Her plea escapes on a whine at the thought that Emery might say no, shaking from where she's pinned to the bed. Emery doesn't say no, wearing the shadow of a smirk as dark eyes flick between both of Samira's. When she slips her hand between her own legs, Samira's mouth fills with spit. She tries to lift up onto her elbows to get a better look, but Emery's hand on her sternum forces her flat again. "Be patient." Two of Emery's fingers glide across Samira's lower lip, applying slick like gloss, before pressing into her waiting mouth. Samira laps eagerly, licking and sucking until all she can taste is skin, the dark tang of Emery far too fleeting. Emery's eyes are fixed on Samira, entranced by the swirl and pulse of her tongue, like her mouth is full of cock. Experimentally, Emery pulls back, groaning when Samira nips lightly at her fingertips, pressing against swollen lips before slowly feeding her fingers back in. Samira flutes her tongue, sucking around the width of Emery's knuckles in long, steady pulls. "I want to be gentle," Emery rasps, hips rolling instinctively. She thumbs at Samira's chin, coaxing her jaw to drop. Samira acquiesces, easier than breathing. Drool pools at the back of her tongue as Emery adjusts her angle so that the next time she fucks in, her fingertips tap Samira's soft palette, making her gag. Tears gather at her lashes when Emery pulls back just to do it again, cheeks flushed and breathing hard. She's about to break. Samira can see it in the droop of her eyes, the pulse in her straining neck. She grips Emery's wrist, easing her fingers out just enough to form words. "Wanna eat you."

to my knees you do promote me, abo exes-with-benefits

As she pumps into wet heat, Emery makes a noise so condescending it sends a shiver down Samira's spine. "How long's it been since someone fucked you right?" "How long's it been since someone told you to--oh my god." Emery snaps her hips, driving as deep into Samira as she can easily take. "To shut the...fuck!" "C'mon, sweetheart," Emery taunts, setting a deliberately brutal pace that Samira can't quite catch her breath around. "Speak up." Samira's answer is to shove the heel of her palm against Emery's mouth, trying to shut her up so Samira can get fucked in peace. Emery is smiling, Samira can feel it beneath her hand, but the other woman makes no move to shrug Samira off. Irritation and arousal spark off each other, white hot. Typical. Emery's never liked anything to be easy for her and, in this way, they were perfectly suited to one another.

untitled mowalshimi oneshot, samira's attending has noticed how stressed she is and offers to help out (feat. established walshimi)

"Hey, baby." Baran's voice is warm and attentive, even as her fingers work Samira's cunt, forcing out breathless, panting moans with every thrust. "How was work?" Walsh murmurs something in answer, tired and brief, before Samira makes out the sound of kissing behind her. She turns her head, just a little, to see. They look good together, an effortless quality to their physicality that screams trust and comfort. Samira's core flutters helplessly when she sees Emery lick at Baran's mouth and chin where Samira's come still shines, humming low in her throat. She doesn't look at Samira, as if she hasn't noticed her at all, naked and bent over the kitchen counter, split open on her girlfriend's hand. It makes Samira hot, makes her feel petulant, makes her moan louder. That gets Walsh's attention at last, eyes snapping to her with a curious little tilt of her head. "Want a taste before bed?" Baran asks, like she wants to whet Walsh's appetite, make sure she falls asleep thinking about the treat they'll share later. Walsh is more easily persuaded than Samira would've guessed, pressing a callused palm into the line of her spine and dragging down to her ass where she kneads one cheek. Samira lets herself sink into the manhandling, stretching like a cat. Without warning, Walsh spanks her with that same heavy hand, a sharp bite with no soothing rub to ease away the sting. Samira yelps, surprised more than hurt, clenching hard around Baran's fingers with an embarrassing gush of arousal. "Oh, she liked that." Samira whines when Baran withdraws, hips jerking to follow, but she goes still when Baran offers those same fingers, drenched from tip to base, to Walsh. The surgeons eyes never leave Baran's face, leaning forward to take the fingers into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she laves each digit clean. When she's done, she presses one last kiss to Baran's mouth before heading to bed. Baran thrusts back into Samira, a smooth glide despite the stretch, fingers now coated in Walsh's spit.