persephone's garden

ana // 23 // minors dni!!!

[literarypomegranate]

you can call me ana <3

here bc of shawn hatosy/titus danforth brainrot but i also love the pitt, the grishaverse, and almost any evil man x woman he's tried to murder pairing.

trying to get back into writing and right now that looks like writing smutty fics. i'll be on ao3 soon ~

[literarypomegranate]

ali hazelwood's new audiobook about a vampire woman and an ER doctor that look suspiciously like mohabbot contains that very same ER doctor talking about how he's O Neg and how it "comes in handy during mass casualties"

[whateverfuckleberry]

there is something about titus danforth that drives me crazy. if that man told me he was going to kill me i would open up my legs so quick and beg for him to do it like i am so sorry but that man just does things to me. please privileged evil pathetic little white man pleeeease threaten to hurt and kill and do bad things to me you're so sexy ahaha

[theaterkidfinalboss]

🕯️abhashimi FRIENDSHIP season 3🕯️Mohabbot cannon season 3🕯️ Mohan season 4 return🕯️ Sepideh Emmy win 2026🕯️

[oxalaia-quilombensis]

re dirty thoughts about titus ive been thinking about him sharing you with the council every once in a while <3

I see the vision, however he is a greedy little man child who doesn't let others play with his toys. but! he lets them watch

18+

You really loved Titus. And your love for him was the only reason you indulged him in his sick little power play. Ok, maybe you enjoyed it a bit, too.

He didn’t ask for much, normally only requesting that you did your socialite duties and hang off his arm at whatever fancy event he dragged you to. And you were used to that and expected it. As Mrs. Danforth, everyone was always trying to win your favor, kissing your ass until they were out of breath. 

And you’d be lying if you said the power of it all didn’t leave you breathless and aching for your husband. The way everyone's eyes tracked you constantly, internally debating whether they wanted to be you or to fuck you was intoxicating. You thrived under the spotlight thrust upon you, devouring the jealousy and desire like it sustained you more than the exorbitantly expensive food you dined on.

And that’s why you allowed Titus to bring you along to his council meetings, despite not having any interest in how he and these six other men ruled the world. You couldn’t care less, especially when Titus had you perched on his lap, legs spread wide and speared on his cock, with your lace babydoll dress concealing nothing. 

The hungry eyes of the other men sitting at the round table felt like physical touch, hot across your skin. You weren’t moving, hips perfectly still, simply relishing in the pleasure provided by the fat length of your husband filling you up entirely and the jealous longing of the other men in the room.

He didn’t bring you along often, only dragging you out to put on a display when he needed the other high council members distracted and eager to agree with whatever he wanted in exchange for the sight of you, the untouchable Mrs. Danforth. Their covetous gazes and the shuffling sounds of desperate men trying to tuck their hard lengths into their waistbands to hide their arousal was the most potent aphrodisiac to you. 

You liked to let them watch, but Titus liked it even more. Sure, you were his power play, a way to subdue the endlessly perverted minds of the council members into giving him what he wanted, but he couldn’t say it didn’t get him hard as a rock instantly.

He’d never let those fools touch you, of course, but it didn’t hurt to show them what ultimate power looked like. To have a woman like you, all to himself, completely surrendering herself to him. He felt more powerful holding you on his lap than he did when the council pulled the trigger on whatever war they were currently debating.

Titus especially felt that addicting rush of power when your thighs started to tremble, an orgasm shaking your body from the inside out. To think, he’d picked such a perfect little wife. One who’d cream all over his expensive slacks, just from a little cockwarming under the watchful eyes of six old perverts.

Sometimes, when the meetings got boring or someone other than him was doing the talking, he’d slip a hand underneath the sheer, pitiful excuse of a dress you wore. His fingers would idly stroke through your folds, circling your clit and drawing tantalizing whimpers from you until the buffoons gave up on whatever matter they had been trying to discuss, instead focusing on watching you fall apart.

If Titus was feeling especially generous, or if he’d gotten his way with whatever proposal he’d made, he’d bend you over the conference table once the official proceedings were done. He’d let those poor men watch as he fucked you until you were screaming and crying around his length. He’d let them stare until you were begging for his cum, leaving a creamy ring around the base of his cock as it pistoned in and out of you.

And once he’d emptied himself into his sweet, precious little wife, he’d glower at the men, telling them to get the fuck out. And they’d scatter. Because Titus was the most powerful man in the world. He could do whatever he wanted, order whoever he wanted around, kill any bastard that dared disobey him. And none of them were willing to risk their lives, or another chance to see you at his mercy, by overstaying their welcome.

[wordfather]

they're a problematic character TO YOU. they're problematic to me as well but I'm being weird and horny about it so it's different

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.

you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.

ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.

ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.

there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.

it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.

also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.

if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.

*illustration by sillyalexnorris

[literarypomegranate]

i sat down to write straight titus x grace smut and then wrote 2k words of buildup whoops

[littlemissemeritus]

i hate when people are like “yeah hes hot but hes also evil so i cant like him. 💔” like babe thats literally the best part

[literarypomegranate]

happy 4th to jack "im gonna go deeper" abbot

[surftraline]

OH IM READYYYYY (to be delusional about titus danforth)

nw: ready or not 2: here i come

[literarypomegranate]

the eroticism of the blood mixing at titus and grace's wedding does something to me

[mermaidrobby]

Jack Abbot + text posts

[cutestsugarlover]

i could be his pretty girl.. 👀

[agentmilayawithshield]

[goldenshores0]

Mohabbot Blurb | Voicemails

Voicemail

September 5, 10:20 PM

“Hey, Mohan. It’s Abbot. Uh… I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay. You don’t have to call back. I know after shifts like today the last thing you probably want to do is talk about it.”

“I keep thinking about the pigtail catheter. You did good. I know I told you that already, but I figured it was worth saying again.”

“I know you’re probably going to replay today in your head. Every patient, every call you made, everything you wish had gone differently. Try not to let yourself get stuck there.”

“Shifts like this one tend to stick with you. I’ve learned that the hard way. Just don’t mistake carrying today with failing because you didn’t. You showed up when people needed you. That’s what matters.”

“You’re a hell of a doctor, Mohan. And if your brain won’t shut off tonight, or you need somebody who understands what today felt like… I’m probably awake.”

“Try to get some sleep. Goodnight.”

July 4, 9:41 PM

“It’s Jack. Just wanted to check in and see if your DKA patient got the bag of med supplies.”

“My shoulder’s doing better, by the way. You did a nice job with it. Thanks for not making a thing out of it. I really need to consider a different hobby. I heard pickleball is fun.”

“Anyway. I hope you got to enjoy at least a little bit of the holiday. Maybe watch some fireworks. Or don’t. They’re kind of overrated.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”

February 19, 2:15 PM

“Hey. Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong.”

“I was reading, which, before you say anything, yes, I know. Riveting way to spend an afternoon off. Better than getting myself shot at, though.”

“There was a paper in JAMA about delays in care. I emailed it to you. Not because I expect you to read it tonight or anything. I’m sure you’re busy. It just reminded me of that conversation we had after that septic shock patient last month. I was curious what you’d think. You always catch things everyone else misses.”

“So… Read it. Or don’t. But if you do… Humor me. I’d like to hear what you think.”

“Anyway. No rush. Call me whenever you’ve read it. Have a good rest of your shift.”

June 30, 3:59 PM

“Afternoon. I know today’s your last shift as a resident, and well, I figured I’d call quick before you get busy.”

“I just wanted to say congratulations. You’ve earned this. I’ve watched you grow into one of the best emergency physicians I’ve worked with.”

“I know if someone I cared about came through those ambulance doors… I’d want you taking care of them. I don’t say that lightly.”

“I had this whole speech planned in my head. It sounded a lot better. Guess that’s why I went into medicine instead of public speaking.”

“I know everyone’s meeting tonight for drinks. I’m going to try to stop by if I can. It wouldn’t feel right missing your last night.”

“Congratulations again, Doc. I’m proud of you.”

July 1, 6:03 AM

“Morning. Before you panic… Yes, I’m well aware that it is six in the morning. You’re probably awake anyway. First day and all.”

“Attending Samira Mohan. It has a nice ring to it.”

“I just wanted to wish you luck. Not that you’ll need it. You’re going to do amazing. They’re lucky to have you. Even if I’m still a little annoyed they stole you from us.”

“Remember to trust your instincts. They’ve served you pretty well so far.”

“Call me after your shift. I’d like to hear how it went. And if they give you too hard a time, I know where they park.”

“Go knock ’em dead, Doc.”

October 12, 8:11 AM

“Morning, sweetheart. I almost said ‘Dr. Mohan.’ Force of habit, I guess. I woke up about ten minutes after you left.”

“I miss you already. Feels a little ridiculous considering you’ve only been gone an hour.”

“Anyway. Go save some lives. Be brilliant. Try to remember to eat lunch before three in the afternoon. Drink some water too.”

“I was thinking I’ll order from that place you like tonight and we can watch a movie or something.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Samira.”

“Love you.”

[cerciscanadensis]

shadow and bone more like shadow and boner because why the fuck is every grishaverse character hot