dazzlingsuns
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A collection of my Mohabbot blurbs/drabbles/ficlets, for my organizational purposes more than anything else.
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Victoria Javadi isn’t built for rebellion.
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The hospital heater is working overtime, but it’s only doing half the work of keeping him warm. The other half, of course, comes from the gentle heat of keeping a secret.
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Samira Mohan is a devotional creature. She knows her animal, more than most people do. But knowing, alone, is so rarely enough.
The thing about being single-minded, is that it leaves room for several blindspots. And what is a blindspot, if not fertile ground for chaos to bloom?
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Samira overhears a conversation not meant for her ears. A spiral ensues.
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It’s entirely friendly, totally collegial, and no boundaries are ever crossed. Except the moment Jack starts thinking about boundaries, he realizes the problem really isn’t the container; it's what he's been trying to contain since the moment he met her. It's undeniable now: he’s not just trying to know Samira Mohan. He’s trying to have her, too.
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AKA, the Road Head fic I promised.
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Post-it® Notes, 3 in. x 3 in., Supernova Neons Collection, $22.49 by Leslie_Knope
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 May 2026
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“Hey.”
Samira’s shoulders drop at the familiar voice, and despite the fatigue tugging her down and the horror of whatever the fuck is in her hair, a smile creeps onto her face. She turns to look at Jack, walking from the door over to her with his arms crossed over his chest.
The company is the only good part of a night shift, in her opinion.
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12 May 2026
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Emery Walsh had come highly recommended by one of her colleagues so Samira is a little surprised when, on the morning of her dinner party, she opens her door to, perhaps, the most handsome middle-aged man she’d ever seen in real life.
“Samira Mohan?” His voice is deep and gravelly. He’s holding two large shopping bags, filled with groceries, in each of his big hands. Maybe this is Emery’s assistant, here to drop off supplies ahead of her arrival?
“Yes?” Samira is suddenly, acutely, aware that all she has on is a tank top and her skimpiest sleep shorts. She can feel her nipples poking through the thin fabric.
“I’m Jack Abbot, Emery’s replacement. I would shake your hand but uh,” he says with a grin as he lifts up the groceries bags with ease, making his biceps bulge out gloriously against the sleeves of his t-shirt.
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27 Apr 2026
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She’s stood at this bus stop every morning for nearly four years and never noticed this coffee shop once. Maybe it’s new. Or maybe she’s been so wrapped up in her routine that she never stopped to look up.
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Samira misses her bus and stumbles across a coffee shop in her neighborhood.
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11 Apr 2026
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Whether she’s riding him or trapping his head between her thighs, his tongue fucking deep into her, Jack always has a way of making her feel in charge– of her future, of her pleasure, of him.
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31 Mar 2026