masterlist of my mohabbot fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
down to the marrow rated m, 6k
samira fantasizing about doing surgery on jack & fucking his wound
The man in her bed is decidedly not Jack Abbot, which is why she finds herself, in an attempt to spice up her less than exhilarating sex life, lying on her back in her bed with her eyes clenched shut, not sparing a single thought for the man positioned between her legs. Instead, less than appropriate images of Dr. Jack Abbot—her attending—flash behind her eyelids like a reel of film.
i want to be a happy girl rated g, 4.2k
The exhaustion of the past 24 hours hits Samira all at once, as though Jack's concern and his touch opened the floodgates. She stumbles slightly and Jack catches her, supporting her with an arm around her waist. She fights back a sob at the sudden contact—when was the last time she had been touched like this?—and tries to regain her bearings, dodging the look of concern he shoots her.
slaughterhouse rated e, 2.7k
Impulsively, she turned to the side and bit his bicep. He tasted like salt and disinfectant, but also like her pomegranate body wash, she remarked contentedly. She dug her teeth in harder and laved her tongue over the puckered patch of skin between her lips. He let out a yelp, but didn't push her away. "I'm the smartest fucking person in that hospital. Smarter than Robby. Smarter than you," she said with a snarl once she released him.
so light, i'm a baby you're holding rated g, 13.5k
agere, little samira & cg jack
"I just need to rest," Samira mumbles, her voice close to cracking. She looks down and traces shapes with the tip of her blood-stained sneaker. She knows rest won't come tonight.
you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours rated e, 13k
werewolf au!
In the midst of his flurry of terror, he catches a whiff of a familiar scent, a delightful mix of vanilla, patchouli, and citrus. It gives him pause, and images of lemon patchouli hand cream tucked into the back pocket of a plain black backpack after a hard shift and overpriced vanilla bean lattes exchanging hands across the nurse's station flash in his mind. He's either going crazy or he's about to die, so Jack looks into the creatures eyes and whispers, "Samira?"
dog eyes rated e, 2.5k
pet play, dog jack
Samira fastens the muzzle over his face with a practiced hand, patting his cheek lovingly before retreating. She looks down at her handiwork, lip pulled taut between her teeth. Jack sits on the ground, his good leg curled under him and his residual limb sprawled out to the side. He's naked except for the muzzle, already half-hard. His eyes are beginning to glaze over, and a pink flush is rising up to his cheeks past the thick black collar twined around his neck.
you're blind, you bleat, you bear your claws rated t, 4.1k
werewolf au continuation
As he approaches the front door, bracing against the wall with one hand while the other grips his crutch, he hears a familiar voice on the other side of the door, and suddenly Samira's reaction makes sense. "Jack, are you in there, brother? I see your truck in the driveway." Robby's words are met with a deep howl from the living room.
i don't know if i'm blushing or i'm bruising rated m, 1.5k
mean dom jack
"Messy girl." Jack tsks. "Robby said he had to clean up after the mess you made today. Between the two of us, I think he's being a bit dramatic," he says it casually, like his nails aren't scraping her tongue and she isn't dripping onto his lap, "but what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't keep you in check?"
my fall makes no sound here rated t, 4.7k
A series of hard shifts throughout Jack and Samira's developing relationship.
we were the winter nights so you could be the morning snow rated g, 1.6k
kidfic + angst
knotted hair, teeth made of milk rated e, 4.9k
When Samira wakes up the second time, there are fingers prodding at lips. She bites down on them in defiance and anger at having been woken up. She tries to tilt her head to the side, but a firm hand on her chin forces her in place. When her ears stop ringing, she hears Jack's painfully fond voice cooing at her, urging her to be a good girl and open up.
sickfic + smut
for you, I am a fist, I am a knife rated g, 4.1k
"I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'll have to book a flight and ship my stuff back. Fuck," Samira tells Ellis, burying her head in her hands.
Dr. Abbot, who has been hovering around the hub waiting for the calm of the early morning lull to suddenly snap, slides up next to her. "I have the weekend off. I can drive you."
Samira and Jack go on a road trip!
