It's just as well that Eken Babu and Feluda don't exist in the same time period because I can guarantee you Feluda would attempt to chuck him over a cliff after the 4th time Eken Babu tried to arrange his marriage with a random woman while loudly and publicly lamenting his single-ness
♡charminarpaglu; it's not ur prodosh da unless you see the smoke rings of a cigarette escaping his lips, while he deeply ponders on a case. When you try to scold him, he smiles, and the crowfeet near his eyes, with his downturned smile makes you melt, as he adds, "Eirom shasti diyo na hiya(heart),case ta niye bhalo bhabe bibechona na korle kikore hoi boloto?" "Cha kore di darao, khali pet e esob koro na" you say, sighing, wondering how'd you even end up with your felu mittir in the first place.
♡avid book collector, would never dare to put a flower inside, but has hoarded that one flower he tucked into your hair, the first time he asked you out on a date to Trinicas in Park Street, which with the passage of time, had dried and ended up on his fav book as a bookmark. "Boi porle tothyo r bodole sudhu tomaye mone pore eibhabe priyo", he says as he smells into the flower, a smug smile spreading at his face.
♡Is the biggest sondeshpaglu. He even tried to make some at home with Topshe to impress you, but the jol bhora sandesh didn't come out that jol bhora. You still ate it though, for it was the effort that counts.
♡Is a calm gentle man. Gets up everyday at 5, without fail, and chides, "kal raat e ja dhokol gelo priyo" and stretches his back, the hazy sun filtering in through the curtains in the wee hours of dawn falling on him as he subtly(and knowingly)flexed his sculpted v back, making you yearn for another dhokol for him(and you).
♡is the most respectful, non impulsive man, except when it comes to his todonto(investigation). He's also had ur hand donned with a white string with the charm "hiya"(meaning heart) engraved on it, which he had carefully chosen from a curio shop back in Lucknow.
♡WALKING ENCYCLOPEDIA. He pretty much knows everything and anything, ranging from Macbeth to Nihar Ranjan Ray. He loves to infodump to you as well as Topshe and Lal Mohan Babu, much to their annoyance yet happiness, for it is their favorite Felubabu/Feluda. You love the way his eyes lights up as he unlocks the last riddle, as he yells 'Eureka'. While explaining them to you, he paces up and down the room, saying, 'Isshh etokhon dhore amar chokher samnei nachchilo ei dhadhar somadhan, aar ami bokar moto..' but quickly comes before you, kneeling as u sat in the sofa in the living room, saying, "tumi chara amar ki hoto" and lightly kisses your hand, a "hopelessly in love" smile tugging at his lips.
♡carries a .32 colt revolver, but for the days he wanted to refine his shooting techniques, he'd use a practice pistol, or a shotgun, but the way his fingers were placed on the trigger, his eyes engrossed with the target, the way his veins popped on his years of practiced hand, on the firearm, made you feel something, different, perhaps wishing you were the gun-
♡is like a father figure to Topshe, and the best friend to Lal Mohan Babu. He loves his family and puts them at a pedestal, which included you. A total family man, a man who'd kill if it promised your safety and wellbeing.
♡his love language would be gift giving and quality time. He loves to pamper you with thoughtful gifts. Maybe you had mistakenly uttered something you had wanted a long time ago, and the next day, you would find it under your pillow with a note written by him, with him always apologizing for the delay in getting it for you. "Sotti, amar chai na eta, you'd say, but his index would find ur lips, stopping you, "kintu tomar chokh toh onno kotha bolche priyo", which is another prime example of where he used his exceptional deductional qualities, somehow always knowing what you want.
♡Is always doing khunsuti w Topshe, and riddles him on the breakfast table, saying, "mogojastro ta khata re, nahole ja gowal ghor marka budhi hoche tor, jodio tui emnitei ekta goru..." (use your brainpower Topshe, otherwise it is turning into a cowshed, although you urself quite resemble one of the cows) and thus starts their friendly fire while solving cases, eating gorom phulko luchi and alur torkari.
♡biggest supporter of Prokhor Rudra, aka the detective in Lal Mohan Babu's detective novels. Is always gifted with one copy of the same, but he always buys one more, unbeknownst to Lal Mohan Babu, to increase sales, and as he found out,he told Lal Mohan babu he was just checking if the publisher had erred or not, which always warmed your heart.
a/n: nsfw, degradation, slight cnc if you squint, profanity, mdni😭 bole labh nei but issok
☆youngProbir! who loves his job more than his life. "Eisob khyapachoda r mathagulo na orale amar shanti hobe" is what he says as he comes home late, taking off his silver dial, and folding you over, his shirt a crumpled mess, which magically finds your throat, the buttons grazing the vein near your neck.
☆youngProbir! being the most jealous man on earth. Whenever you go outside, his hand entangles in your saree's aanchol, and then later in the blouse er dori, trying to untie it. "Ei dhur, amra baire" you say, but he brings his face close to the crook of your neck, his breath coming off in fiery circles, "aar parchi na shamlate shona" is what he whispers into your ear, as he bites your earlobe, smirking.
☆youngProbir! making you call him Sir as he ties his belt, fastening your wrists to the poles of the bed. He rams into you, timing his thrusts with his every word. "Amar under e jara kaaj kore tara sobai amaye sir bole. Aar ami jokhon toke lagacchi, tui o ki bolbi?" "Sir..."
"ei toh shona meye amar..."
☆youngProbir! who loves bending you over, in front of the mirror, cooing absolute filth as he comes inside you, saying"Dekh ki mishti lagche toke, ekdom pori r moto". He grabs your tresses, so that you face him, him saying, "Amaye uttor ta dibi na?" and then guides your neck, (the veins of his hand popping, a greenish blue hue under his skin)so that you face the mirror. "Dekh aayna ta,dekhe bol. Dekh ma amar" he says again, his voice several octaves lower, jaw clenched, forcing you to look closely into the mirror, as you mutter a faint "Hai Sir, please". "Please ki shona?" He says, as the grip on your hair tightens and continues this saga until you're exhausted, until a silent "porir moto" rolls off your tongue.
☆youngProbir! who's premik era never ends, buying you fancy Dior eau de parfum, Chanel bags and Ysl heels
☆youngProbir! whos premik era never ends, as he takes you out on little bhaarar cha dates, followed by a stroll in Esplanade, viewing the Victoria memorial, buying you cotton candy, or in his words "golapi mishti bal" and then finally treating you out to Arsalan biriyani.
☆youngProbir! who always says, "Ei pora bhaggote je amar Biriyani e amar dal bhaat hoye darabe, ta ami ei baler jonme kokhono bhabtei parini boss"
a/n: okayyy, a drabble bc i said so
𝑶 𝑴𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒚𝒏𝒂 𝑮𝒐~
a/n: degradation, improper use of cigarettes(?), abusive!probirda(?),cnc if u squint hard, dom!probirda, fireplay(sorta) mentions of a "sir" kink, mentions of choking, nsfw mdni <3
Probir pulled you into a kiss, so fierce, so demanding, screwing things up with you and the fucked up relationship you had with him in the past few months after joining the homicide dept. "Tor jonno prem-piriti jeno shesh hoche na re", he whispers, his voice raspy, searing through ur eardrums. "Ki bolte chaichen probir babu?" you ask, for the regular bengali etiquette required you to put to an honorific to his name, which should've otherwise been just "probirda", bare, stripped of any faux formality (that existed), as you had imagined several times before . "Babu na, sir bolo!" he replies, his voice final, rather dictatorial, his gaze indecipherable. He locked both of your hands behind you in an embrace, his other hand on your jaw, tight, leaving fingernail marks on your chin. As you pulled away for a breath, you tasted an ferric tang of flavour. As you turn to the mirror , you see ur lips, drawing blood, sporting a cherry red color, and before you could take care of that, he's had you pulled away from the reflective surface, his large hand resting on your face, his thumb dragging across your lips, leaving a trail of rough, scorching heat behind. He brings his thumb to his mouth, tasting you. You exclaim, "ki jaahtah, probirbabu- gasp! as he yanks you by the little back hook on your blouse, making you sit at the very corner of his archaic lazarus khaat. "Sala eituku blouse poreichish e keno", and snaps it open with elite precision. His eyes, glaring into you, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk.
You lean onto the frame of the bed, your eyes shut, waiting for him, when he pauses abruptly. "Er pore kichu korle kintu amader somporko ta just colleagues thakbe na. Seta poshabe toh? "he says and then walks away, coming back w a bottle of whiskey, unopened. He gently grazed the neck of the bottle to your lips, then to the nape of your neck, then ur clavicle, till it rested on your lips again, demanding entry to ur mouth. He continued teasing the mouth of the bottle to ur plump lips, and then u found yourself snatching it from his hands, removing the cork w just ur teeth as u took a swig from it. "Jodi case ta niye ei marate hoto, tahole ami tomar khaat e boshe thaktam na, Sir..." you answered, as you roll your eyes at him. You downed the whiskey, the said bottle resting at the edge of the bed. You glance at him, he looked surprised, and as you continued drinking, his eyes, clouded with desire, found yours, and he snatched the damn bottle from your hand, and after taking a huge drink of it, simultaneously smashed it on the wall, leaving you beyond shocked. "Probir da? Ekiii..." you said pouting, ur bambi eyes shrouded w zero reasonable thoughts, looking up at him and then at the wall. "Tui doya kore ei badraami ta bondho korbi, he says, as he spins you around, ur face landing directly on his pillow, which left a faint hue of cologne mixed with cigarette smoke, the smell of which never left his prized khaki uniform or even his civil uniform.
He peppered kisses next to your exposed back, and then trailed his fingers along your spine, and as you shuddered under his touch, he flipped you over, leaving reddish bruises near your neck, "Kal sokale dekhbi egulo beguni rong renge utheche," he said, smirking. He stopped, reaching for a lighter in his pocket as he magically whipped out a cigarette. He made you hold the cigarette w ur lips and brought the lighter close to you, the fire akin to his personality, fiery, untouchable, and a source of power yet destruction. You gasped slightly, which made him grab ur chin tightly, his fingers enveloping your face, holding u steady. "Patience, dear Watson", he says and lights the cig in your mouth, holding the lighter agonizingly close to crook of your neck."Sir!" you gasp, ur breath coming off in unsteady spurts, ur chest heaving up and down as he brought the damn lighter closer and closer to u, the flame caressing your skin. "Kothaye ache na, sobur e meowa fole, ektu opekha koro meri jaan" he says and hovers down over you, his biceps flexing in the minimal fluorescent lights of the room as he pins you down, taking his time as he reached ur face, tilting his neck to acquire the marlboro that had been burning for too long, leaving ashes on your clavicle. "Focus, shona" he answers to ur unsaid question(what the fuck cholche ekhane probir da?) and gently rests his calloused yet strong hand on your eyes, his other hand tracing lazy circles on your waist, and groping your tits, leaving bruises in its wake.
As his hand left your eyes, your vision went to his noyon(eye), painted in dark circles, signifying the multiple times he'd had to go to serve duty, coming home, after an encounter,his white civil shirt stained with blood stains. He wore one of those today, unbothered, which lay lying in a heap with the rest of the saree that you had worn. His thumb lay at your neck's pulse point, while the rest of his fingers wrapped around your neck, applying pressure, making you choke. "Tor oi ajob necklace gulor theke amar haath tai beshi manache" he says, almost laughing to himself, his lips pursed, eyes amused to see you like this, stripped off all the damn formality he, had to ensure everyday you walked into his office, everytime you ordered a meal for him, or supplying him with a lighter for his cigarette. Your eyes fluttered shut as the pressure at your neck only increased in magnitude, slight salty tears painting your face. "Mmhmm, na moyna amar, amar chokher dike takao, he tuts, "Tomaye ki sundor lagche jeno" he says, voice sardonic,dripping with lust. He bites your neck, and places openmouthed kisses in the bruises that HE made.You pulled him with his gold chain that he always wore, closing the distance between him, his lips crashing against yours, as if him on top of you wasn't enough. He bites you, gently, and said as he smiled against your lips...
"Laglo na, na? Ebar lagai?" He said as he tore off the pearl necklace you had worn, the pearls cascading off your curves like water on the beach.
a/n: idk ki likhechi, it's super jumbled, but the man too fine for me not to write a ff on him🙏
(I'm not experienced at all, so i apologize for any mistakes,etc. Take this with a grain of salt and a glass of thanda aam r juice xoxo)
𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 1
♤intellectual, loves riddles, solves cases like it's the next easiest thing, daaba/chess champion
♤intentionally leaves the first two buttons of his saada farshi kameez open, so that you can play with him later👅
♤khopa te golap guje deowa, loves owning you, dom, loves leaving you w bruises from last night,(my man's genuinely freakyy) loves seeing u yearn under him, tumul eye contact, doesn't wanna wear thick glasses, but wears them when you want him to see u in just gamcha and bheja chul.
♤loves eating you out, knowing no one can do it the way he does(he says years of gache uthe aam parar experience helps), sometimes vanilla, pins you to the lazarus khaat, gently unfurling the moshari as its woven threaded tapestry falls to the floor
♤His daaknaam for you is Satya(my truth), as he calls himself Satyanweshi(truth-seeker)
♤gramaphone paglu. Loves buying you ur favorite records and plays them as yall get freaky, so that ajit doesn't hear(he does😭)
♤chaand er raate chaad e giye golpo gujob, shares case details, looks at you as if the moon's reflection from ur iris is all that he needs to see. When asked, he says, 'amar chaand amar chokhusomokkhe thakle, akash er ta toh boyei gelo'~
♤bhor sokal yawns, as he wakes up and notices u sleeping, he whispers 'subho sokal satya' and leaves, but not without waking u up 5 mins later with ur fav Darjeeling cha and a rather long makeout sesh disguised as a 'missed you sara raat'(as if yall didnt do each other sara raat)
♤wears dhuti and golden pocket watch, a gift that u gave him, everyday without fail. When he goes out to solve cases, especially when he needs some extra courage, he holds onto that pocket watch tightly, as if gaining shokti from his Shakti.
♤he loves when u sing his favorite songs, and hold his biceps tightly during pujo pandel crowds, but will never say that. Gotta keep up the Satyanweshi image in front of others, but he is always the no 1 boupagluuu
(I'm not experienced at all, so i apologize for any mistakes,etc. Take this with a grain of salt and a glass of thanda aam r juice xoxo)
☆Since he's a writer, rather lekhok, he loves writing you all sorts of poems, be it historical, romantic, related to Byomkesh's cases, or straight up smut.
☆His handwriting is straight up in the most beautiful typeface possible,( bro could've rewritten Bornoporichoy with that writing)
☆He was a part of several jatra dols in his childhood. Be it Ramesh from Noukadubi,Behari from Chokher Bali(mightve also played Mohesh in Mohesh) safe to say, he loves role-playing. 👅
☆Most of the time, he's off with Byomkesh, accompanying him, helping him with his cases, or with other things,(cough cough, with his dhuti) and maintains a rather extravagant detailed note of the case.
☆Has a sharp memory, remembers things you like to the T. Loves memorizing ur beauty marks. Loves putting you in velvety blindfolds,(sometimes even covering your gaze with his veiny sculpted hands when blindfolds are mia) knowing your every curve with precision till he memorizes every teel of your body.
☆Prefers writing with ink, even though Byomkesh has offered him with new pens but he says he would rather stick with the elegant kagoj-kali than a piece of plastic.
☆Makes fantastic rosogolla, and also calls you Mithi, short from mishti, beacuse you love devouring them as soon as he makes them
☆He helps wearing your your saree, adjusting your aanchol in the bengali drape style(he genuinely goes feral when he sees you looking like that, calling you 'amar tuktuke bou, amar mithi', (with the most loving eyes, as if he finds salvation in your potol-chera chokh,calling you priyo)
☆He has literally mastered the art of Dhunuchi Naach and and gleefully runs over to you as you say, 'amar kuchi ta ektu dhore debe go'
☆Attention to detail, knows ur moods better than you, listens to problems, without offering solutions asap, unless you ask for it.
☆Sharp tongued and jealous👅. He isnt the average guy when someone lays their eyes on you. "Chokh chire debo shoitan tar" and pulls you by your waist, ur silver kamarbandh and chaabir gocha reverberating in the silent battle. You reassure him, but he looks at you, and tucks behind the stray hair, and brushes your chin saying, 'tui shudhu amar kintu, thikache?'
☆His love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. As soon as you utter, ektu mathata dhoreche, he gives you the most calming headrubs possible, allowing you to drift off to sleep.
☆He loves seeing the pair of nupur on your feet that he had gifted you. As you walk around him, the jhonjhoni reverberates, and that turns him on even more.
☆He loves bringing you a flower everytime he comes home after meticulously solving crimes with Byomkesh, or your Byomda, your daaknaam for him, which irritates him slightly. 😝🙈
☆Has secretly put your laal tip from the aayna on his typewriter, refusing even Byomkesh to touch the same.
TAG YOUR MOOTS AND MAKE THEM EXPLAIN THEIR USERNAMES LORE
Starting with me:
Hyyl18 because when i was youngest i had a group in a random app with some friends and i didnt knew qhat username to use so i decided to create one with things i used to read since we were talking abt fanfic in this group so: Hot Yaoi Yuri Lemon +18 stuff (i was in my dirty era dont dare to judge me). Hyyl18 thats it. Now i use it everywhere yay
@patroclus-is-the-bigger-person @b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m @cuntyteardrop @glassesgirlies @leninthestarlight @bardorsomethinglikethat anyone else who wanna join tbh yay
so I was just finished with reading song of achilles, highly recommend, made me sob, and achilles pissed me off, like the pride was mental, so I thought that patroclus, my king, deserved some well deserved love and appreciation. The bigger person part is in no way at all a tribute to me because I am the petty bitch you will ever have the displeasure of coming across
basically bards are important in my book series, and that was inspired from the bard yaskier from the Witcher, and I feel like it was something he'd say about himself so I went with that.
'sunshine-snake' because "sunshine" i just decided oneday i was going to be my online name, and snake since i kind of make a hissing sound (that sounds like a snake) when i laugh sometimes :3
Hmmmmmmmmmmm Prob because in Roblox every one called me Violet but I added the Rosie because it was the name of my dog plushie that I lost in 4th grade and cookie because I like cookies so that's why I picked VioletRosieCookie :]
So my.first username was wendigoweirdo but someone told me that it was offensive to native American tribes so I changed it to willow weirdo. And then I just felt like adding the daydreamer because that's was I am :3
back when my username was @/pipermcleandaugterofaphrodite, I saw a post by a Cherokee person talking about how much they hate Piper and that she's not representation because she's stereotypes with legs (fair enough). I'm white, so I have no right to have myself connected to people my ancestors hurt, so I changed my user to what it is now because I'm also Evangeline Fox fictionkin
alright so my first username was skzfangirl143 because i was a skz ult back then and 143 from their song case 143 !! eventually i started stanning more groups and realized SKZfangirl143 didn't cover it so i changed it to written-by-music because i do spend a lot of time listening to music and a lot of the time music and my mood do correlate!
tags: @ivoraaahills @swirled-with-ink @slut-for-han-jisung @heroz-zz @zawranq @atetheluck @phiapiled @phaelusion @randomfriendlyloser @soda-sprite + all of my other moots!
i used to be 'grape-soda-and-impish-behaviour' because i was drinking grape soda a lot and one of my main ocs at the time was called imp then i deactivated and came back as 'soda-imp' cause it was shorter yet still matched my purple theme and mood ^^
and then i changed it to 'soda-sprite' because my theme was sort of greenish with a fairycore vibe to it and my mood was more 'spritely' but i still liked soda and also still wanted to be recognisable to my moots so i kept the soda bit and i haven't changed it since!! :D
i've been thinking of changing it to soda-pop [what some of my moots call me and also the 'pop' bit matches my party theme] though... unsure! :]
Thanks for the tag @soda-sprite!!!
My username is simply my real name , Suhasini, which simply means someone who has a beautiful smile or is beautiful over all, i kept it as my username cause i didnt really have anything else in my mind so i decided to go with it :333
Tag list : @sunnaestt, @laterkiss, @slayer-001, @aamtreeanalogy, @potterwitch4 , @coquettemisery , @miyauuu , @burntcapsicum, @manincaffeine , @manicbat , @sayalieeee , @lordofallure , @broskiexists , @notamalemanipulator , @dervaish , @skyrigel , @beatmyvibe , @writinginherroom, @moonlightunderthehaze , @haseen-pari , @hurriedlyseverequest ,
Basically when I joined tumblr..it was specifically cuz of Harry Potter so instead of potterhead I did it potterwitch like kinda gender also inserted and my bday's on a 4 so yeah...that's it !
@fromthefaye @maxisweater @artisticdaydream @nellospace11 @laterkiss @dewaniiiii @sammyartcherub @holyymoly @paneer-with-benefits AND MANY MOREEEEE CUZ I CANT REMEMBER T_T
I have talk about it before , but @dewaniiiii was not the first name I choose I dont even remember what was the first one but I take this name after meeting some of my indian moots @chaliyaaa and @desikanya and I felt like giving this old but pretty name and took @dewaniiiii so u can say I was inspired by them 🤭
I tag @zade-postss @paneer-with-benefits @lutt-le-gaya @nonchalantnarcissistchhavi @shubhadeep385 @shotsyfeather @the-bleeding-poetesss @im-on-crack-send-help @talk-me-not @moonlightunderthehaze @bhindesi-tara @slayer-001 @ansh-18 @lunaticcat28 @kaali-billi @holyymoly @hamzakamehroomkurta and sorry if I forgot somebody 😭
Thank youuuu for the tag @dewaniiiii & @nonchalantnarcissistchhavi<3
The lore is basically from the movie Dhurandhar, where Uzair says "aaj toh bada laal lag rha hai, and Hamza says hes wearing a "mehroom" kurta, and Uzair(loml) corrects him saying ye mehroon hai😭
That scene literally cracked me up so baddd and I decided to go w Hamza here 😝🤙
So catharsis bascially means an act of release, like release of stress or tension by crying or some activity ( I can't explain properly, google it if u want to hehe😅). Well, I started using it after I had the worst friendship breakup of my life🙃
Idk how is stumbled upon the word, but I highkey fell in love with it and thus started using it everywhere 🤭
boisakh, lal holde krishnachura/radhachura, saada jui phul, maatir bhaare cha, thanda glass e falooda, kaashar thalaye jui phul er gondhe moh moh korche chareedeek
Malpua, coffee house e giye shei dupur theke sondher adda, cotton er dhakai saree, saada mulmul chikankari, kaan e jhumko, haath e ghori ebong onno taye barir chabi ja onno aro ojosro chabir gochar modhye lukiye geche, ja khujte lege jaye besh onektai somoye.
Bhorer shei shuneo na shona kokiler daak, rabindra sorobor er thanda batash, College Street er boi r dokaan, sekhane dariye notun boi kenar anondo, bajarer Himsagor aam.
Bikele boroder taasher ashor boshe. Madur pete uthone boshe pore sobai. Kaacher glass e apurbo aam panna besh ashei chole. Choto ra parar club e Durga Pujor pandel kibhabe je sajiye tulbe tai niyei byasto.
(This was a random blurb. Should I continue? maybe the other seasons? Lmkkk)
I too would fall in love with you during সত্যন্বেষণ, even though you and your brother are prime suspects in the murder of your uncle. Then, I'd spend the rest of my life dedicated to সত্য(বতী), but you're not nerdy enough to understand.