#q is a busy man ok

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3.3k words summarizing queliot if you've never seen the magicians. or if youve seen it and you want to indulge in my insane criticisms. lord touch his mind

okay so the magicians was a tv show about a bunch of post grads learning magic in magic university then discovering that the fantasy world from a kids book series was actually real and the Beast of that world was out to get them. WHO GIVES A FUCK. the crazy people were focused on the relationship btwn main character quentin coldwater (depressed, heart on his sleeve, surprise sex maniac who is new to magic and loves those books) and gay best friend eliot waugh (substance addicted (big surprise!!), gay trauma, named after evelyn waugh oh you know…) they form a friendship and it’s weirdly touchy and close. eliot keeps trying to seduce quentin but it’s never serious. i dont even think quentin notices. anyone remember the “lets not talk” scene? he was about to fuck that sad man. anyway this tension was actually fulfilled by the end of the 1st season with a drunk threesome including the two and their best friend margo. they at least kiss and cuddle and MAYBE sucked dick if the ghost of his girlfriend who haunts him later is to be believed (which i do #cockinhismouthsunday).

at this time articles that were like “THIS SIFI SERIES IS PROUDLY BISEXUAL” were coming out which. lol. lmfao! quentin never had any sort of queer identity. not even a hint of it. the homophobia of the show started with the regurgitation of the “sad drunk lonely sex-crazed” gay man trope with eliot, then the “everyone is fluid but no one actually has same sex attraction” trope, THEN by sidelining and killing off almost every gay or trans character, THEN THE QUENTIN THING. and the quentin thing turned people insane. let’s see why.

so after the threesome, eliot and quentin continue having a good friendship. there is some tension that isnt present with margo which sure is a choice… but it is resolved by a heartfelt crowning ceremony nd hug. oh theyre kings of the magic land now btw. eliot and q are pretty much separate from this point on xcept for certain episodes/moments. it is strange they dont have any storylines together. but love finds a way. at some point a version of eliot sacrifies himself for quentin. if u look at the scene it is on instinct it is crazy. then they reunite at the end of s2 but it’s all business really. the show was really involved w its nonsense plot.

anyway season 3. hahaha. so like i said theyre separate most of the show past s1. this is true in this season xcept for episodes 305 and 313 (with some notable moments in between). the plot of this season is that they have to go on quests to collect keys. the creature that gives eliot this plot calls quentin his “brother of the heart”. ok! when they see each other for the first time in a while in 304, they hug in a very sweet way :) look at this photo from bts during that scene :) i have it framed

after a series of other quests, 305 turns out to be the Eliot and Quentin quest! finally a story with the two! the quest is for the “time key”, which is fabled to be given to whoever solves the mosaic puzzle in fillory (magic world). the puzzle? they have to arrange 100s of tiles in a way that depicts “the beauty of all life”. quentin is very excited about it. eliot is happy to hear him infodump. they eventually get pushed into fillory to solve the mosaic. turns out they were also sent DECADES in the past. there might have been a way out but they were dead-set on solving the mosaic and getting their key. so they get to work. they live in a cottage attached to the mosaic and they spend hours, days, months on it. just the two of them and the mosaic. this episode is called “a life in a day” which is so perfect you wonder why the writing couldnt be that good within the show.

at the 1 year anniversary, quentin kisses eliot. and eliot kisses him back. and you wonder woah what does this mean?! well keep wondering girl because this tv show does not care to explore any of that. it chugs on and eliot and q fight about “living their lives there” and quentin gets a Wife and has a child with her and then she DIES (leaving her as a narrative incubator rather than an actual character, which is very in line with the sexism of the show). and they grow up and decades pass and the child grows old enough to leave and it seems eliot co-parented him but (again) the tv show doesnt care to show you that. and this whole time theyre working on the mosaic. years and years. eventually they grow old. it’s just the two of them. until eliot dies. quentin goes to bury him in the mosaic plot and he finds a special little tile. he places it in the mosaic. he gets the key. the puzzle is solved. “the beauty of all life”. but quentin is alone. his life companion is gone. and that’s the last we see of him.

we go back in time til before they enter fillory. their friend stops them and she has the key through time shenanigans and they never live that timeline. UNTIL!!!!! they do. they remember it all. what does decades (50 yrs btw) of living happily together mean for them?!? FUCK ALL APPARENTLY!!!! because the next episode (306 if yr keep track) they mention it ONCE AND NEVER AGAIN. and there is so much beneath the surface with the looks and the line that mentions it (“go be life partners with someone else” eliot says jokingly in a manner that shouldve been the catalyst to quentin’s magic-induced suicide spiral later that episode).

ok quentin does mention it once more to his dying dad. but nothing about his Male Life Partner Of Fifty Years. Nothing. they dont even talk about it with their best friends, leading one to believe they just kept it a secret . which. okay.

okay. so theyre apart til the last episode of the season. and quentin decides to sacrifice himself by locking himself in a cage with a monster for all of eternity. he says the quest prepared him for it which is yikesss. eliot refuses. but quentin insists. they travel to the prison (he gets back together with his gf during this trip btw they had been apart that season after some shit. one of their worst writing decisions i hate this stupid ass cockroach relationship). quentin almost exchanges himself. then eliot shoots the monster. dooming them all.

so the monster doesnt die. instead he possesses eliot. and that becomes the story for season 4. at first quentin and co think eliot is dead. and it’s devastating lol. an interesting thing is that the monster was so. touchy with quentin. unbearably so. it’s such a perverse reflection of eliot’s touch. which is sorta pointed out by quentin in this quote (paraphrase) “i know it’s not eliot. but he has his face and his eyes…”

anyhow 405. hahahahahaha. so this episode it’s revealed eliot is alive but trapped in his own head. and to get out for a moment and tell his friends he’s alive, he needs to confront his most terrible most shameful memory. the whole episode is him trying to figure out what it is. meanwhile, quentin and co are setting up a plan to kill the monster. and quentin breaks up with his gf (lol). in a deleted scene that WAS shown in promo they argue about the monster. and quentin says “im team eliot”. lol

anyhow, eliot’s hit a dead end. he cant figure the worst thing that’s happened in his life. then his memory of quentin (theyve been hangin out) says he’ll “sacrifice” himself if he had to. eliot smiles and says “i know youre just a memory… but youre a very generous one.” and quentin says— (im reciting this from memory btw all of this has been from 4 years of NON STOP thinking about it) quentin says “well you sacrifice for the people you love” and he gives eliot a VERY pointed look. and then it dawns on eliot. and the guilt is instantly palpable.

hahahahha. hahaha. hahahahahaha. okay so eliot goes to the memory he knows is the worst thing he’s ever done. his most traumatic memory, after a lifetime of violent homophobia and bad choices. the person possessed before him described this memory as being “the day he left home”.

the memory? the day they remembered their past lives. did it happen? fifty years. it happened.

theyre sat under a wedding arch (that was the b plot of the episode lol). it’s beautiful. eliot watches the memory play out, standing in front of the seated figures. the guilt. the guilt.

outside, the tension is building. the plan to kill the monster is in motion. quentin has to coax him to a certain spot. he has to look at him as he kills his best friend.

eliot doesnt know this but he gets anxious watching it play out. there is a certainty that this is it. the first time viewer has no idea whats going on. we never saw the direct aftermath of them remembering. we always assumed there wasnt anything.

well a year after 305 aired, a yr after thinking THAT WAS IT, they recontextualize Everything.

it is worth saying here that in the promo interviews leading up to season 4, quentin’s and eliot’s actors were sussing it UP. quentin’s at some point talks on q’s queerness, saying it was the one aspect of his life he didnt feel anxious about.

well

what happens is that quentin asks eliot for a relationship. remember how it was quentin who first kissed eliot? it happens again. heart on his fucking sleeve. i can recite this scene pretty well so im going to fucking do it:

did it happen? fifty years. it happened. it was sort of beautiful. it really was. i know this is gonna sound dumb but … us. i mean we work. we know it cause we lived it. who gets that proof of concept? (eliot smiles uneasily) we just got injected with fifty years of memories so i get that youre not thinking clearly. no im just saying… what if we gave it a shot, would that be so crazy? (eliot looks down, worried and thoughtful. quentin smiles RADIANTLY it is BLINDING) why the fuck not?

editors opinion: quentin is such a beautiful person. to be so truthful about something so scary is unthinkable. especially in context of him being so hopelessly and quietly in love his childhood best friend, and his whirlwind romance with previously mentioned gf, and all the tragedy he endured with these two. but this is someone who loves with his whole heart. what was he supposed to do? contain it?

then eliot hardens.

i know you and you arent… whats the matter? dont be naive it matters. (pause) q i love you but… that isnt me and that definitely isnt you. not when we have a choice. (quentin looks away. he wipes his eye) oh. okay. sorry.

and silence. the real eliot, the eliot who isnt the memory, looks on. tired and angry, he speaks to himself:

what the hell is wrong with you? what the hell are you doing? someone Good and True… Loves you. yeah it was a little crazy but you knew. you knew this truly mattered. and you just SNUFFED IT OUT.

then he looks to the memory of quentin. soft as the clouds:

q. im sorry. i was afraid. and when im afraid i run away.

then he kisses him. and he hits you with the thesis of the episode:

if i ever get out of here q… know that when im braver it cause i learned it from you.

well

thats his most traumatic memory. he is granted passage to consciousness. what is the first thing he sees? quentin. the real quentin.

q? (smiles) q (laughs) it’s me. it’s eliot. ok come on no games. it’s eliot. i said no games. (eliot looks around, worried as all hell) fifty years (he walks towards q) who gets proof of concept like that? what? peaches and plums motherfucker (this is the symbol to their mosaic life) im alive in here. (eyes as wide as saucers, heart in his throat) eliot…

and he ruins their plans of killing the monster. “eliot’s alive.”

then the episodes keep rolling. “eliot eliot eliot. why do you care so much about him?” “because i do.” and “wow i love that plan. except the part where it doesnt save eliot.” quentin gets back with his gf for reasons only the devil knows. but fine ok whatever quentin and eliot will HAVE to talk post-saving. even if the writers ignore it once more they have some kind of relationship. and they do save eliot in the finale! you know who they dont save? lmfao

quentin dies. in a manner that many including myself found weird and unsatisfactory and suicidal. and he never gets to know how eliot feels. never. he’s just gone. their story means nothing 💯

editors note: this ending broke me. i was using the show as a depression crutch, so a fate so hopeless ruined me. cant blame the show for my mistake but being so technically bad certainly didnt help.

well when the show came back for its next (and final lol) season, they did attempt closure for eliot and quentin. for some reason this was all contained in 3 episodes, most of it in the third (503) but what the fuck ever. it has its moments.

the episode is basically about eliot and alice (q’s gf i dont think ive mentioned her name. sorry alice) going on a mini quest up a treacherous mountain for grievers to return a piece of quentin’s soul back to the underworld. their fights are soooo funny. toxic lover vs almost-lover.

alice at some point says “well he was MY boyfriend this is MY pilgrimage and you just TAGGED ALONG” and (blood obviously boiling) eliot goes “right, because he meant nothing to me”. and this highlights something so sneakily homophobic about this whole affair. quentin and eliot’s relationship never mattered to the narrative as much as all the other straight relationships, especially quentin and alice’s. like i said, they would separate for entire seasons. you will be happy to know that not 1 episode goes by without quentin and alice conflicting and making up conflicting and etc. i dont understand how quentin and eliot’s relationship wasnt important enough. they were best friends, they kissed multiple times and had sex AT LEAST once if the mosaic subtext isnt considered. and the mosaic… it isnt just that they lived together for 50 yrs and raised a child and were happy, something they couldnt quite grasp in their old lives… they achieved the beauty of all life. that is a monumental achievement that shouldve changed not only their lives, but their stories.

the thing about the confession is that it wasnt planted in s3. talking about 405, the writers said they came up with it while working on that episode. it was essentially a retcon. though its inclusion explains why they didnt talk about it literally, it doesnt excuse the narrative outright ignoring it. it DEFINITELY doesnt account for why it ignored the rest of the SAME SEASON it was ESTABLISHED IN. if this was quentin and alice, they would be talking about it nonstop. and guess the fuck what when they get back together it is *non stop*.

SO. 503. they are on their pilgrimage. tensions build. eliot hallucinates quentin’s voice (it’s a soundbite from the mosaic when eliot dies which is depressing). they meet another traveller who is grieving his long dead boyfriend.

the traveller asks who theyre grieving and alice goes My Boyfriend and eliot looks away and says he knew him as a friend and it’s so sad it makes me want to die. why did they invent new exciting ways for gay people to be ashamed of who they love. i hate this show.

anyway the traveller talks about his boyfriend and how he was a magician who died young and how his dreams were haunted by him. and eliot is listening so intensely you want to jump hale appleman for being so good at this acting thing. alice goes to sleep and leaves the two alone. then they really start talkin:

(the traveller asks) have you ever had love? (eliot smiles small, hesitant) love…? yeah love. (pause) the friend we’re putting to rest. (traveller is delightfully shock) wasnt just a friend.

truly truly truly cant describe to you how much it physically pains me that it took 2 seasons and for one of them to die and a conversation with a stranger to get to this point. why wasnt this always part of the narrative. why does this only matter now after 2 yrs of fans badgering you about why this isnt part of the fucking show despite BEING PART OF THE FUCKING SHOW! it is dead obvious this was never the intent so even with something that should feel right feels wrong because the show never wanted it. it never wanted quentin to be in love with eliot. but it doesnt make sense if he isnt. i hate this show.

the convo continues 🙄:

does she know? oh god no. a torrid secret affair. (eliot looks away) no, nothing like that.

and i wish eliot was given a proper story. i wish i knew what was going on in his head through all of this. i wish i wish.

so it is revealed that quentin and eliot “had love” and that eliot is keeping it a secret (a revelation considering they werent intimate on screen past the 1 yr anniversary, they were only ever referred to as best friends by cast and crew, AND even what they were was obscured in the confession scene. and their feelings didnt matter past 405 fuck this world). this is huge. it should be huge. eliot’s first arc is about how he cant fall in love until he does and gets his heart broken. quentin’s stories are so wrapped up in alice that having another love interest should complicate that entirely. it doesnt.

the climax of the episode is when eliot expresses difficulty of letting go of quentin and alice says “he was your friend” and eliot replies (quick as if not meaning to) “he wasnt just my friend.” and wowww. how cathartic. the first time in the history of the show they talk about it. 5 seasons btw.

and eliot tells her about the mosaic and how “we loved each other for a really really long time.” and how he told him to fuck off and how he died for him and how he was never able to talk to him again. he just died.

and that part is supposed to be cathartic too. it feels cathartic for eliot the character at least. but to me the Viewer. i was sick of how they were trying to appeal to MY thoughts of what he should be feeling. as if trying to placate me. cuz if it was soo important it wouldnt just been solved after this episode. he DGAF about quentin after this. i dont get it. why cant they write a proper story.

well one line that stuck with me and i truly felt was this:

alice: he was pretty in love with you eliot: i wouldnt say that alice: .. i would

and then eliot looks at her the most devastated a man can look.

thats it. that’s quentin and eliot. a heartfelt and final fuck this show. the fic goes crazy esp the 2019 shit.

#long post #the magicians

[goldengleams]

just some things that i think make sense for quinn hughes as a boyfriend!!

seeks you out for cuddles when you're at home

mans literally craves your hugs when he gets home after a long day

loves to surprise you with homecooked meals when he has the chance

is a little bit oblivious

like he won't notice that you're struggling while carrying the groceries in because he's scrolling on his phone

or he will get out of bed early to go to practice and leave half of your leg exposed to the freezing cold world without realizing

but the second you sigh and groan, "quinnnn" dragging his name out for dramatic effect

he immediately looks up or fixes his mistake and gives you a sheepish grin

oh and smothers you in kisses bc it's quinn duh

will fight to pay for you when you go shopping or get groceries

"quinn i don't need you to do that, i'm serious"

"babe i want to, i'm serious"

"you're spoiling me, q"

"that's the goal, pretty girl"

gets excited to watch your try-on hauls of everything you bought with his card

ok so we know quinn is a monotone king

you definitely make him laugh and bring out his silly side, which makes him feel really comfortable around you

but he also feels good just being with you in a comfortable silence when you're both just enjoying each other's presence

other people know you guys are a good match when they see his dopey smile and heart eyes when he's watching you

enjoys spa nights with you, especially enjoys watching reality tv with you as you wait for your facemasks to be done

is a house hunters fiend

"that house makes no sense, they have two dogs!"

"quinn, it's called tiny house hunters for a reason!"

you know he's busy with extra media and interviews since he's captain now, so you always send him a text wishing him well, not expecting a phone call or facetime

but quinn is quinn, and he will not let you go to bed without letting you hear his voice, even if it's just an audio message

is very good at responding to you, makes long distance pretty easy

even though he can be pretty quiet, you realize that he's talked to his brothers about you when you walk in one day and he's on the phone with jack

you tiptoe in just to hear him continue talking about your upcoming schedule and "no jack, she can't make it to the game, she has to get up early because she's like, really smart and important, and she's presenting in front of the boss, dude"

you've said hi to his brothers on the phone but you don't meet until summer rolls around and he brings you to his lake house for the week

so proud to introduce you to his family

his family meets you and they all have huge smiles on their faces because they already know how much quinn adores you

always bragging about you even though he's literally a professional athlete

gets sick twice a year like clockwork

and will make a big deal about it even though you know he's going to catch the flu once his teammates' kids infect half the team

will aimlessly follow you around the house while you make him soup (his mom's recipe of course)

let's be honest, quinn isn't a stranger to looking a little pathetic (meant lovingly) so this is like peak quinn hughes behavior

favorite season is spring so he loves to try to plant things with you and start a little garden

loves to surprise you with flowers, sometimes even sending them to your work

leaves lil love notes written on the top sheet of random notepads around his house

quinn hughes is a cutie !!!!!!

i was thinking about these so hope you enjoy!! send me more requests if you're cool or whatever 😝

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #nhl imagine #hockey headcannons #man i need a boyfriend #that boyfriend does need to be quinn hughes i fear

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Touchstarved Demo Review

Played the demo of Touchstarved and I can’t get it out of my head. Refreshing tumblr every three seconds to read people’s stances on the game so I’m going to do it myself. Here’s are my current stances on the characters.

KURAS

Rather secluded and to himself, initial reactions wise I was disappointed in not getting to know more about him in the demo. but at the same time, the demo set the stage for what exactly I could expect from his route. Slow-burn. Much like what I expect Mhin’s route to be like, but moreso focused on getting to know his past. He doesn’t voice his internal struggles because he has a firm barrier he sets between himself and other, probably hates getting too close to human’s because he is immortal and doesn’t like the idea of getting attached to things that are temporary.

Also, after listening to the Q and A on YouTube and how supposedly Kuras will do some messed up shit in his route, I’m really excited to see what’s up with this tight-lipped doctor. He is definitely not the nice, charitable doctor that he is known for in Lowtown.

On a positive note, his design is probably my favorite in the game! Very unique, gorgeous, and ethereal, so pretty that I know if he existed in real life he’d be out of my league and would be popular just because of how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he is. Mr Steal your girl, but he’s respectful so he won’t be a home wrecker.

(More reviews under the cut)

LEANDER

A character that I thought looked so suspicious and weirded out, but fell in love with when playing the game. I thought he looked like a psychopath!

Because I’m a stupid, easily manipulated dumbass, I initially didn’t really capture his red flags when playing the demo. Every time he let me touch him, my heart beat wouldn’t stop! And his blush is so adorable. He seemed like the trustworthy nice-guy that just wanted to help a poor soul out. And uh, chest. The chest really had an effect on me and his entire outfit didn’t help. Black turtle necks awaken something in me, yknow? And the belts? Hoe energy.

After replaying the demo a few times, it just stands out to me how much of a player he is. Before realizing MC was at the bar because of Kuras, he was in flirting mode and probably considering MC to be part of his escapades. The disappointment in his tone and face when he found out MC was there for business 😂😂.

We get the most information of Leander from the special conversation with the characters so I am quite pumped to know what exactly this guy is about, cuz each person has varying, colorful opinions on him. I find it so funny that Vere, the most flirtatious in the game, is weirded out by shameless Leander is. Maybe that is Leander’s flaw? The leader of the Bloodhounds, envied by many and respected by most, is the most submissive and horny bitch on the planet. Ok ok, I’m done. But I could go on and on about this man.

(Side note, Mhin and Leander definitely had a drunken one night stand. And Mhin absolutely regretted it)

Even after reading all the theories on how sus he is, his interactions were probably my favorite in the entire game. I’m just so intrigued by him.

VERE

Not the biggest fan of Vere. I’m not into animal ears and tails.

Im going to be honest in real life I would be flustered by Vere’s advances and probably feel a sort of fascination towards him echen to attraction, but he’s not really the type that I want to romance in games. Also the fact of the matter is is that sexual innuendoes just not my thing, especially when it comes to first impressions. And my first impression was getting my key stolen so nice.

Irl Vere can be acquaintances at most. I would be there just to hear the juiciest details about some drama. He would always have some snarky comment that would make me laugh. I love some dark humor. But at the same time, he’s dangerous af. I wouldn’t want to get too close to him. He has major issues and idk when he would snap, that’s the scary part! If I tease him playfully and he was not in the mood, off goes my head.

I like his relationship with Ais, adds more juiciness to the story. Love me some love triangles. Reminds me of Rime and Felix relationship in Last Legacy.

I would like the challenge of winning him over though. Because his route would probably be so unpredictable and challenging, I feel more motivated to play and invest in his story

AIS

I love his character design! Probably my second favorite in the game. Ais exudes confidence, competence, and strength. Major main character vibes from Ais. I’m guessing that’s why Leander hates him. HOW DARE YOU BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, LITERALLY THE CENTER OF ALL THE PROMO ART YOU FUCKIN BASTAR-

I personally do not feel that much of a love connection towards Ais as much as Leander. More like, I chill with you. I could grab a drink with you and talk about life. Yes. Maybe when I play his route they’ll prove me wrong. Im still curious about him so can’t wait to play his route. But I don’t see much of a red flag in him as the others, he just seems like a chill guy that went through hell. I’m guessing he’ll show his dark sides in his route.

It’s concerning that he’s attracted to Vere cuz Vere is…Vere. Problematic. Chaotic. An Asshole. Hmmm, is Ais technically an enabler? Yes, but Ais also starts bar fights. They’re both bad. It’s also interesting how generally people would say ethically good qualities on why they are attracted to someone but no, Ais is just like “yeah he’s an asshole, you can trust him just don’t listen to anything he says.” It’s hilarious. That also contrasts with Leander’s bio how he sees Vere as a damsel in distress cuz he’s delusional and has white knight syndrome, while Ais sees people who they are because he’s the black sheep “that have the clearest view of the world.” That’s probably why Vere loves him. Ais is the only person that sees his crappiness and still likes him. What a Chad :,)

MHIN

They reminds me of a friend I have. Quiet, standoffish, takes time to open up, a MASSIVE sweet tooth. I really want to pet their heads but I know they’re going to smack it away if I even try to touch. 😭😭

Mhin, the angsty teen. Considering Mhin’s bad temperament and similar curse thing with MC, I’m going to guess it’ll have major Beauty and the Beast vibes. Tempermental Mhin and MC who would turn them into a better person and teach them how to love themselves, with or without the curse.

The friendship with Mhin and Kuras make a lot of sense. Mhin feels at peace with Kuras cuz he’s a good listener and the only introvert in the friend group. Mhin needs someone that won’t try to annoy them like Leander or Vere. But I remember listening to the stream with the developers, and they were saying how terrible Kuras is and can’t wait for people to find out about it. Will Mhin feel betrayed when they find out the truth about Kuras? Do they already know? So many questions.

#touchstarved #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved ais #touchstarved Kuras #touchstarved Vere #touchstarved game

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DIAVOLO NSFW ALPHABET

CUZ IM DOWN SO BAD FOR HIM

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare, will take a bath with you and hold you. He knows he can be “a lot” for someone like you, who is much smaller.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his man tits. No doubt and you. He worships you like a god. There’s no way he can pick only a single thing he likes

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes oral but he only wants to cum in you, breeding kink…

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Breeding kink. I mean it’s not that secret but he thinks it is. All he talks about during sex is filling you up and having a child.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I know we think he’s a sex god. But he was a prince who was like hidden and given high expectations, I don’t know if he’s a virgin or if he has had a few encounters. He has good instincts tho and learns fast.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Mating press. Need I say more?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends, he’s a goofy guy. He’s a lil bit more serious if he’s stressed out, or if he’s particularly worried about hurting you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Carpet matches, pretty clean. He knows what’s up

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Lovesick puppy literally. He’s extremely intimate with you, candles, dim lighting, he needs everything to be perfect

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often, he has you for that. But if he’s hot and bothered and he can’t get a hold of you or he’s busy he jacks off to the memories of y’all having sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

We all know breeding. But size kink, he loves how small you are. How your stomach has a small bump when he’s inside you and how he can hold you in mid air whilst fucking you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He likes privacy, anywhere where no one can walk in or listen in on he is ok with.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You being you and the thought of having a family with you. Really gets that man going

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

NO HITTING OR LIKE EXTREMELY ROUGH SEX. He got too rough once and something tore. A lil blood came out and he freaked the fuck out. Took you to the doctor and everything. Extremely embarrassing for you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s good at oral, but he likes getting it. Just seeing how huge is cock is next to your face gets him going

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

In between. He’s romantic but he has a quick pace. Always mumbling how he loves you more than everything

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Scares him. He likes to prepare you in fear of hurting you again. He would love to do it once he’s more secure you’re ok. Not opposed to a quick blowjob tho

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

With people he knows, if he is risking Lucifer or barb walking in he’s down to test that. But in public with strangers is a no no because he has to keep yours and his reputation clean

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

10+ rounds. If you pass out he’ll stop and wait till you wake up and ask if he can finish one more time, once more turns into 5 more

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any, he likes the intimacy of two bodies being undisturbed by fake things like toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not at all, he might embarrass you a little on accident but whatever you want, you get. You never have to ask twice for anything. The moment you ask him to put it in you he is already in before you can finish that sentence

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud asf. Bangs the headboard against the wall. He’s just a complete menace to anyone trying to sleep. Barb made his room sound proof.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s not interested in fucking anyone else, but watching you get railed by Lucifer, barb or even Solomon is a guilty pleasure of his. He loves watching from the side and watching you cum.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Huge. Absolutely massive. Just under 12 inches but thick as fuck. And I think he has like barbs on his dick. To like keep him inside, if you know what I mean

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Always. He wants to take you everywhere, while he doesn’t always have the luxury of doing that he quite enjoys the thought of it

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You guys sleep at the same time. (If you’re still conscious) Like exactly the same time. Tho I think he like wakes up sometimes and like checks if you’re breathing. Just in case

#lord diavolo #diavolo smut #obey me #obey me dateables #obey me diavolo #obey me lemon #obey me smut

[lightfeltmemories]

mithrun nsfw alphabet please

mithrun: nsfw alphabet

note: mithrun is basically canonically a sex repulsed asexual because of the demon taking away his desires, but then i realized, hey! i could just refer to the version of him before that happened! also his younger version is so finer anyways so a win is a win, this is also a request from someone on ao3! shoutout to them!

tw: none so far

minors, ageless or blank blogs will be blocked if seen liking, reblogging or commenting on this post.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Mithrun tries his best to be there for you, he's not the best at aftercare but he's also not terrible, he wants to show you how much he loves you and sometimes it's a bit hard to.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) on him, his body in general, while on you, your neck, he has a bit on an affinity for making love bites and hickeys, but they're usually very small and can't be spotted that easily.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) his cum has sweet undertones, not sugary sweet but sweet enough to where the taste is bearable, it's slightly thick and texture and he cums just a bit to where you can clean it easily.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) i imagine him as the type to be a switch, he does not mind having his ass licked or fingered, and when he's bottoming, his moans are soft and sweet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) even after the demon removed his desires, he was a complete and utter virgin before he met you, and was a nervous wreck the first time he did it, but over the years of the two of you continuing he started to get better at keeping his composure... and lasting longer.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) he started to like the butterfly (doing it on the edge of the bed, your legs in the air, as he stands), but missionary and even doggy style are fine too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) oh that man is serious and down with the business, leave the humorous moments for aftercare.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) you'd be surprised how much hair he grows down there, give it about 2 1/2 weeks and it's a white bush down there, if you tell him to trim or shave, he'll do it, though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he can be romantic, you just have to tell him what to do, he doesn't have much experience on romance either so some words have to be exchanged.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) it sounds crazy, but he hasn't ever had that urge to until you came, he has only ever did it once when he was in a state of desperation for your body, outside of that very moment, he hasn't ever had the interest in pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) he has a slight.... ok i'm lying here, when you're on top and you talk him through his orgasam, it turns him into putty in seconds, he's also kind of a brat when he wants to bottom, he won't put up with brattiness from you though, not pretty fair.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) in complete privacy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) talk to him in a sweet, seductive voice as you're starting foreplay, tell him that he's a good boy, and that he's doing a good job at obeying.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) not a fan of hard kinks such as bdsm or degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) he turns into complete putty when you're on the giving end, and he has little experience with giving as well, so, oral is kind of a gamble, only a little practice gets us so far and before his desires being taken away he started to get a little better.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) he's a slow type of guy, not painfully slow, but slow enough to make things last just a bit longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) he doesn't do them, nor does he see the premise, he feels that sex should be a sacred act, not some one two you're done.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) realizing he was a switch was kind of the risk for him and the only risk he's willing to take.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) he can last surprisingly long, a couple rounds should do, he doesn't want to drag anything out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) the two of you owned a couple toys: an anal plug, and a strap on for him, after his desires were taken away.... they remain untouched for when one day, his desires come back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) he doesn't really tease you, but you tease him, leaving a cute, whining mess, while you pump into his ass, refuse to let him cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) he's not too loud, when he's top he's quiet or keeping sounds at a minimum, but when he's a bottom, he moans pretty loud, he can't help but yell as his ass is being filled.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) his pull out game is... kind of weak, so he ends up accidentally cumming inside of you on more than one occasion.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) he's a grower, not a shower, he's a good 3 inches when flaccid while he grows at least 5 or 6 inches more when hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) currently non-existent, but was still pretty low beforehand as well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) he doesn't always fall asleep quickly, but when you two go a little more than 3 or so rounds, he's out cold.

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #mithrun #mithrun x reader #minors dni #18+ only #18+ content #mithrun smut #x reader

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Day 10- Mori/Atsushi/Fukuzawa- with promts Spitroasting & threesome

Notes: So just pretend that the Q mess was instantly cleaned up or something, i don't want to deal with it. But Francis is still out there, menacingly or whatever. I literally could not figure out when Atsushi finds out that Mori is the boss of the port mafia, so I'm going to assume Atsushi doesnt know at this point.

Also im keeping some age gap because it's hot but I'm making Atsushi twenty instead of eighteen. Btw the legal age of drinking in japan is 20, i checked

“Um Sir, are you sure it's ok for me to come?” Atsushi twists his hands in circles, following closely behind Fukuzawa as they make their way down a brightly lit street. “Yes, of course. This was your idea, Atsushi, so you deserve to be there.” Fukuzawa walks in long strides, looking unfamiliar in a three piece suit. Atsushi walks double to keep up, the pants of his own suit, kindly gifted to him by the President, stiff and hard to run in. They fit perfectly, almost like they were tailor made to his body measurements. The President slows down slightly, allowing Atsushi to walk beside him. He shoots the shorter boy an apologetic glance.

They walk through downtown Yokohama at dusk. The lights have come on, and the roads are choked with cars, people on their way home from work probably. The sidewalks are busy as well, and people pore in and out of the brightly lit restaurants, laughter perfuming the air. In all honesty, Atsushi had not thought that Fukuzawa would accept his suggestion of an alliance. He was a new member of the Agency after all, and an Alliance with the Port Mafia sounded a little crazy, even to his ears. But to his surprise, Fukuzawa had accepted with only a few clarifying questions. And so here they were, walking down a main restaurant district street apparently going to meet with the boss of the port mafia.

“Um Fukuzawa Sir?” They stop at a red light, and Fukuzawa turns those eyes on him. “Yes?” Honestly when Atsushi had first arrived at the detective Agency he had been scared of the president. But then, he saw him cooing over cats in the backyard and his image was forever changed. “Well, I was wondering where we’re going.” The light changes and they move across the street, toward where the more expensive restaurants are. “We’re going to the meeting.” Fukuzaw responds.

Atsushi feels lost. He follows Fukuzawa, dodging the occasional pedestrian as people pass by them. Large groups, clearly leaving work parties. Loves truck couples on dates, families headed to dinner. Even the occasional large group of giggling school girls, who shoot Fukuzawa dreamy eyed stares. I mean it makes sense. The President is a handsome man and he looks especially dashing in a suit. It's a dark grayish green three piece, with a white shirt and a yellow green tie. Atsushi’s own outfit is fancy as well, a black double breasted vest, a dark gray shirt and black tie pulling the whole thing together. It's expensive, Atsushi can tell from the fabric. The same group of girls shoots Atsushi a jealous look as he catches up, and Fukuzawa grips his waist, pulling him away from a biker careening a bit too close to the sidewalk. Atsushi ignores their angry stares. 

“Um sir, sorry but i'm a little confused.” Atsushi says, leaving the high school girls angry stares behind. “I thought we were going to the Port Mafia building.”

“We decided that instead of going to meet in a public park or something, we would meet somewhere else.” Fukuzawa sighs, an angry tick in his jaw. “Mori insisted, after I told him I was bringing you, for some reason.” That name sounds familiar, but Atsushi just can't place it. And for some reason, it looks like the President and this Mori fellow know each other better than Fukuzawa had let on. “We’re here.” The president says.

They’ve come to a stop outside of a sushi restaurant. It's a new age design, and Atsushi blanches as he spots the line out the door that weaves around the corner. People, mostly couples, lined up around the corner, dressed in semi formal outfits and anxiously checking watches. Every few minutes a smartly dressed waiter steps out of the restaurant, and whispers something to the Maitre D who nods, calling out a number and guiding a group through the foggy double doors. But just as fast as someone goes in, three more people get in line behind. Atsushi frowns, following Fukuzawa as he marches straight up to the maitre d, a smartly dressed woman standing behind a small podium by the double glass doors. The woman glares. “Can't you see we have a line, Sir.” 

Atsushi flinches. She’s rather rude for someone running the front of a restaurant. Fukuzawa mearly sighs. “We have a reservation for a back room.” The woman glares on, unimpressed. “Card?” Fukuzawa hands her a small golden card. There's black writing on it, but Atsushi can't quite make it out. The woman flips it around, scanning the letters with a magnifying glass, carefully looking for something, what Atsushi doesn't know. But after a minute or so, she nods, and a waiter steps out from behind the frosted double doors, smiling much more pleasantly at the two of them. “If you and your date will follow me, Sir.” Atsushi flushes, and opens his mouth to protest but Fukuzawa just slips a hand on his waist, a silent confirmation. 

“Come on Dear, this way.” Atsushi knows he’s blushing like a tomato, but he does the wise thing and shuts up as the waiter leads them through a crowded restaurant. Fukuzawa leans down. “Sorry Atsushi, but bear with it for now. They won't let you in without a reservation card.”

He must be talking about that strange little golden card Fukuzawa gave the Maitre D earlier. Face still steaming, Atsushi manages a nod and clutches at Fukuzawa’s dark suit jacket in what he hopes is a ‘couply’ way. Fukuzawa’s hand is big, big enough to wind quite a long way around Atsushi’s waist. Atsushi can feel the heat of it through his layers. Fukuzawa is a good bit taller than him as well, and as Fukuzawa tugs him closer still Atsushi’s head hits his shoulder lightly, his silver hair brushes against it. 

The room the waiter leads them to is empty. The room is small, with a large table set for three waits for them in the middle, and little outcoves full of flowers. “I’ll be back soon with the rest of your party.” The waiter says, and then closes the door behind them. A slightly awkward silence fills the small room. Fukuzawa’s hand is still on Atsushi’s waist as he leads him to a seat, placed on the short side of the rectangular table. The other two place settings are exactly opposite each other, conveniently placed just out of weapon range. They seat themselves, and before the silence can get any more awkward the door opens and a smug, familiar man follows the Waiter into the room. 

“Didn't wait to seat yourselves i see, still as rude as ever huh Fukuzawa.” There, standing smartly in a pitch black suit is the strange doctor fellow Atsushi had met in Anne’s room. This time cleanly shaven and with a peculiar unfamiliar gleam in his eyes. Atsushi’s jaw almost hits the floor. Fukuzawa merely sighs. “Give your scalpels to the waiter Mori, they aren't allowed in here.” Mori chuckles darkly, and holds up his hands in surrender. Two metal scalpels are placed in the waiter's hands. The waiter for the most part looks mostly unfazed, and simply hands over the menus and is gone with a smile. Mori’s eyes fall on him, and, Atsushi must be hallucinating, he throws him a little wink. “Well well Were-Tiger, it's nice to see you again.” 

The shocked look must be plain on his face because Mori chuckles. Fukuzawa turns a confused look on Atsushi. “You know him?” Atsushi picks his jaw up off the ground. “Um, when Lucy from the Guild captured me and Junichiro, he helped us.” Mori smiles, a rather predatory smile, but still attractive. “Yes that's right.” Mori sidles around the table, brushing close to Atsushi. He smells faintly of rosemary, sandalwood and something deep he can't quite place. The two men sit across from each other, twin expressions of hatred painted across their faces. Atsushi realizes all at once that this is going to be a long dinner. 

“It's so nice to see you, although I see you haven't bought your creepy ability this time.” Fukuzawa flips the Menu open aggressively, as if the laminated pages have personally wronged him.

“The feeling is mutual, Fukuzawa. I see you still have a fondness for cats.” Mori gestures in Atsushi’s direction, and Atsushi flushes. “But tell me kid, how old are you?” Its and odd question, and Fukuzawa’s face visibly darkens, but Atsushi see’s no reason not to respond. “I just turned twenty.” 

Mori’s dark eyes twinkle, and Fukuzawa frowns even harder. “How nice!” He gestures at the menu before him, shooting Atsushi another wink. “Order whatever you want, kitten, think of it as a late birthday gift.” Atsushi flushes at the nickname, but the prospect of free sushi almost has him drooling. “Are you sure?” He asks, although he knows his eyes are shining with anticipation. “You already gave me this nice suit Sir.” Fukuzawa’s face loses its glare as he turns to him, and smiles faintly. “Sure, we’ll split the bill.” 

Atsushi can't hold back his excitement as he eyes the menu. The place is so fancy they don't even list the prices, and although it's slightly concerning, he’s not paying so he doesn't care. His mouth is watering as he stares at the nigiri. The two men chuckle at his enthusiasm. Mori smiles his way. “So, Fukuzawa bought you a suit huh?” Fukuzawa glares, Mori just smiles wider. “That's a custom tailored model, he must have prepared it early.” 

“You're finally cracking Mori, that's clearly not true.” Atsushi isn't even really paying much attention, still drooling over the pictures in the menu. Mori just smirks, that feral smirk. “I bet you dreamed about seeing him—” Fukuzawa kicks him hard, Mori just smiles. “Ooh, touched a nerve. Straight laced Fukuzawa desiring a subordinate. Blasphemous.” 

Atsushi catches the last words, looking up from the menu and at the two men glaring at each other. “What was that? Something about blasphemy?” Mori opens his mouth, but the waiter interrupts him, stepping back into the room with a smile.

“What can I get you gentlemen to start?”

“You want some sake kitten? I know your president does.” Mori gets another kick under the table, but Atsushi nods. The older men give their orders and the waiter leaves with a nod. 

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The door closes behind Atsushi with a decisive little click, on his way to the bathroom. Fukuzawa glares at the man in front of him. Mori smirks, leaning back in his chair.

“What an adorable little subordinate you’ve got.” Mori leans forward like he���s telling a secret.  “Im just dying to fuck him.” Fukuzawa glares so hard he thinks his eyebrows might actually fall off. “How inappropriate, he’s much younger than both of us.” Fukuzawa hates how the suggestion brings in images he’s been dying to erase from his mind. 

“But that's boring.” Mori says. Fukuzawa rolls his eyes so far back into his head that he thinks they may get stuck there. Mori continues. “I saw you staring at his cute little ass when he left for the bathroom. Nice job with the suit by the way, fits him like a glove.” 

“I was not staring at his butt.” Fukuzawa totally was, but he’ll take that secret to the grave. “You can admit it to me, you know.” Mori says. He downs a cup of sake, pouring himself another. “I can imagine what I'd do to him. ” Fukuzawa can imagine it too. He glares. Mori laughs. “Oh my bad. I’d be happy to share him, maybe over the table?” Mori says. He chuckles, passing Fukuzawa the sake bottle.  “Ah, reminds me of the old days.” Fukuzawa feels his thoughts drift involuntarily back to the ‘old days’. Several occasions with a woman between them in a hotel room.(and the other occasions he’d rather forget, without the woman between them. Just heat and soft skin and panted angry ‘I hate you’s. He'd rather die than think of those days again however.)

It's appalling how clearly he can imagine the scene. Atsushi’s thin body painted with hickeys, his pretty mouth spit slicked mouth wrapped around Fukuzawa’s co—

Fukuzawa coughs, clearing his throat and hopefully his brain at the same time. 

“You know why we’re having this meeting in the first place Mori, so please try to be serious.” Mori bats a hand at him, much akin to the way someone would bat at an especially annoying bug. “Yeah yeah, I agree with the alliance and everything. So anyway, does Atsushi like men?” Fukuzawa almost chokes. “Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, it's a really good idea, no matter how distasteful the idea of working with you is. But answer my question.” Mori says, sipping on the sake the waiter had returned with. “I don't know, it's not my business to pry into my coworkers' sexuality's.” Fukuzawa says, clearing his throat with a cough. “Don't be dramatic, it's called gossip.” Mori says. Fukuzawa shoots him an eye roll. Whenever the two of them are together they seem to revert to their younger selves again. It's honestly a little embarrassing. Mori sighs. “I'll just have to ask Dazai.” He takes out his phone, and scrolls through his contacts. Fukuzawa eyes it with a glare as it begins to ring. “Why do you even want to know?” Mori simply raises an eyebrow at him, wiggling it suggestively, Fukuzawa feels heat start in his neck. Mori chuckles. “Don't you want to know too, Fukuzawa.” And although he chokes out a denial, Fukuzawa listens a little two closely as Dazai picks up.

“What do you want, Mori.” Dazai sounds annoyed.

“Oh nothing, I just had a question.” Mori says, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. He almost resembles a high school girl gossiping on the phone. Almost. Ok he really doesn't.

“Shoot.”

“Does Atsushi like men?” 

Fukuzawa hears a choking on the other side of the line, and faintly he can hear laughter in the background. A lot of it. Dazai must be still at work, although he’s probably not working. 

“Yes–No–Why would I tell you?” Fukuzawa is almost disappointed, and then corrects his attitude and immediately congratulates Dazai in his head with only the mildest bit of bitterness.

“Your president wants to know.” Fukuzawa barely resists the urge to throw something at Mori, maybe a sake cup. 

“No, no it dont. I don't care. I don't.” Fukuzawa blurts out, and that was probably a bad idea because now Mori is smirking.

“See? He wants to know.”

“Well I actually don't know, but we do have an office bet running.” Dazai says, his voice less full of venom and more amusement. 

“You have a what?” Fukuzawa feels he needs to have a talk with all of them about proper office conduct, but he doubts it will have that much effect.

“Sorry Boss.” Dazai doesn't really sound that sorry at all.

“So, how's it going?” Mori sounds a bit too invested. Fukuzawa glares at him. 

“Well, Yosano and i bet Bisexual, Naomi and Tanzaki think Gay, and Kunikida said he refuses to participate in such activities.” Fukuzawa makes a mental note to give Kunikida a raise. 

“What did Ranpo say?” Fukuzawa asks, in spite of himself. 

“We banned him from betting, it wouldn't be any fun.”

Ranpo’s voice comes out muffled through the speaker. “For the record, he’s Bisexual.” A series of groans echo through the room, and Fukuzawa can faintly hear money being passed around.

“Sorry I took so long, some ladies ambushed me by the bathrooms.” It's Atsushi, closing the door behind him with a click. “By the way, what's a sugar daddy?” Dead fucking silence wraps the room for a moment, before someone chokes on the line and the whole armed detective Agency bursts out laughing. Atsushi frowns in confusion. “The ladies by the bathrooms kept congratulating me for getting two Sugar Daddies, and said it made sense because I was pretty.” Fukuzawa feels his face burning red and even Mori across from him is flushed, even though he is smiling. 

“You see Atsushi…” Damn it Dazai is still on the phone. “A Sugar Daddy is a rich older man who  gives gifts to a young person in return for sex—” Mori hangs up on him with a beep, but the damage has been done, Atsushi’s face is flushed a charming red. Fukuzawa sighs, deep and long. But before he can launch into the speech he’s mentally preparing, the waiter arrives with their food. Fukuzawa resolves to leave a large tip

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Its plate by the time they finish up at the restaurant, and step out into the street. Atsushi feels full and satisfied, and it didn't cost him a scent. The two men kept their word and paid for the meal in full. Apparently Mori had agreed to the alliance, but the actual details of it where still being hammered out. 

“I will not give you free reign over the harbor district.” Fukuzawa says, hand twitching for his sword. Atsushi sighs. 

“Well, I need the harbor district to conduct work.” Mori says, speaking directly over Atsushi’s head. He’s sandwiched between them as they stand outside of the restaurant, and he feels very short. 

“What kind of work? Illegal work?”

“We are the mafia.” 

“Um Sir, if it's alright to interject.” Both men turn to look at him and he shrinks under their combined gazes. “Maybe you guys should have this conversation somewhere else? People are staring.” The bubble seemingly popped, both men look around and take in the different kinds of stares their getting. The angry stares of people trying to go around them on the street, the curious stares of people in line, and even a few stares of disgust, from people who probably still think that these men are his ‘sugar daddies’. Atsushi flushes a little at the implications. 

“We can go to my office.” Mori offers. Fukuzawa glares. “And probably have to fight through several hundred armed guards?” And now they're arguing again. Atsushi is distinctly reminded a bit of Dazai and Kunikida, if Dazai and Kunikida threw insults at each other like two year olds. It's sometimes easy to forget that Mori is perhaps one of the most powerful men in Yokohama, and the same for the president. 

“Um, we could go to your office Fukuzawa sir, it's easily accessible and the only people that will be there this late at night is Kunikida.” The men turn their eyes back on him again, considering. Atsushi is kind of waiting for his suggestion to get shut down, but then Fukuzawa nods, and Mori winds an arm around his waist, subtly pulling him away from Fukuzawa. 

“What an excellent suggestion Kitten! You’re quite impressive, you know.” Atsushi flushes at the praise. Fukuzawa grabs his arm, pulling him away from Mori’s arm. “This way Atsushi, hurry up.” Fukuzawa says, pulling Atsushi's arm. Mori grabs his other arm. “Now wait up, it'll be fast to call a company car. The sidewalks are choked up at this time of night. And besides,” He says, gesturing at a darkened ally. “It gets sketchy as hell around here, and I'd prefer not to get blood on this suit.” 

Fukuzawa frowns, and Atsushi is sure he's going to protest just for protestings sake, but then he nods with a sigh. “Fine.” He says, dropping Atsushi’s arm. 

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The car was really fancy. A sleek black on the outside and inside and it even had a driver! The car ride was kind of annoying though. Fukuzawa refused to let him sit in the back with Mori, and Mori refused to sit next to Fukuzawa so Atsushi spent the car ride smashed between two handsome men who wouldn't stop throwing petty insults back and forth. He could smell them again, Mori’s scent of rosemary and sandalwood, and Fukuzawa’s clean smell, tinged with green tea. And as pleasant as that may sound, the rest of it was not. When they were not insulting each other, Mori would try to ask him a question or say something nice and Fukuzawa would swing at him over Atsushi’s head and suddenly two middle aged men were having a slap war above his head. It was the same way when Fukuzawa tried to say something to him as well. 

But now it's over and they're walking up the stairs of the Agency building, and Mori is snidely insulting the building and Fukuzawa is saying something insulting right back. And Atsushi would defend the building but he has a feeling Mori doesnt actually think that he’s just saying it to fuck with Fukuzawa and Atsushi really is forgetting how powerful these two men are. 

Also, through the entire night, it almost seems like Mori’s flirting with him. Now Atsushi doesn't have much experience with this stuff, and his knee jerk reaction is to deny, but then again…

“You cant do a double suicide, all by yourself~” Atsushi can hear it from all the way down the hall. Fukuzawa sighs, and murmurs something about apologizing to the people downstairs as Atsushi pulls the wooden door to the detective Agency open. 

Surprisingly, a good number of people are in the office when they arrive. Dazai is sitting at his desk with headphones on singing really loudly and off-key. Kunikida is at his desk with earplugs on, pointedly ignoring Dazai. Ranpo is perched on his desk, playing some video games and munching on snacks, also with headphones in. Naomi and Junichiro are sitting at their desks, sorting thirdly through paperwork. They all look up at the three new arrivals. 

Kunikida looks up a little late, pulling his earplugs out of his ears. 

“So Atsushi, I see you brought your new ‘Sugar Daddies’, huh.” Kunikida, who Atsushi guesses was absent from the office during The Phone Call™, chokes on his own spit. “Wha-who, excuse me—” Atsushi can feel the flush working up his neck again. Mori smirks, and Fukuzawa, perhaps sensing danger, jumps in. “That is highly inappropriate, Dazai. We’re still negotiating contract details, Kunikida, and since we didn't finish at the restaurant Atsushi very smartly suggested we come here.”

“They were arguing about the Harbor district in the middle of the street.” Atsushi, who’s kind of tired of their nonsense, says. “And then they spent the entire car ride insulting each other over my head.”

“Yes,” Mori says, giving a fake sad sigh. “Unfortunately Fukuzawa just refused to sit in the front of the limo. So poor this kitten was squished between us.” Someone chokes, probably Kunikida and Dazai murmurs ‘kitten?’ under his breath.

“Well you refused to sit next to me, and so Atsushi had to sit between us. And I refuse to let my prescouse subordinate sit alone in the back with you, especially with the way you were eyeing him.” Fukuzawa glares, and they're at it again. Naomi sends Atsushi a sympathetic look. “They’ve been like this all night then?” She says, shooting him a small smile at his nod of conformation. 

“I would never do anything in the limo, that's not my kink Fukuzawa. You know that.” 

“I wish I didn't. I'll never forget—”

“Um, Fukuzawa Sir, Mr Mori Sir, how about you guys go negotiate alliance details in the office. I have some stuff i need to—”

Atsushi is interrupted by Mori’s arm, winding around his waist again. “Nonsense! Without you there we would simply devolve to bloodshed or something worse.” Mori says, his gloved hand stroking Atsushi’s waist softly. It feels nice, and Atsushi can feel the warmth of his hand through all the layers of fabric. 

“For ounce, I actually agree with Mori. You can simply give your work to Dazai.” Fukuzawa says, smiling slightly. “Think of it as payback for how he pawns his work onto you.” 

A few stares are traded around the office as Atsushi is dragged away. Kunikida simply looks confused, while Naomi and Junichiro trade equally knowing looks. Dazai just chuckles to himself, then goes back to his horrendous singing. 

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The actual process of arguing small details didn't take that too long. After about forty minutes of back and forth about the harbor district, where about halfway through Kunikida brought them some alcohol and cups and informed them the others were leaving, Fukuzawa compromised about The Harbor district. And after that, the problems just flew by. And then they were shaking hands and signing a formal document with Atsushi as witness. And then, it was all over and they were all drinking and Atsushi could feel a faint pleasant buzz. He was by no means drunk, just clearly a bit tipsy. 

A record in the corner is playing slow, sexy jazz and somehow, over the ten or so minutes they’ve been drinking, Atsushi’s been sandwiched between the two men again. But this time, it's less uncomfortable because they're drinking and laughing, and both of them have taken off their coats to relax. And although they can't help but throw a dig or two in there, the constant insults have stopped, and the two of them are, if not friends, resembling something closer. 

Atsushi lets himself sink back into the couch, his head hitting Mori’s arm, which slung across the back of the couch. He’s noticed over the entirety of the evening, that the man seems to be a very physical person. He would very freely touch Atsushi’s arm or waist, and even now his hand, the one currently not holding a glass of whiskey, was reaching up, stroking Atsushi’s head softly. It felt really nice. Mori was a strange man. At times Atsushi really forgot that he was the head of the port mafia, a man whose clothes were stained with blood. But, he had been quite kind to Atsushi. 

And he was handsome. Very handsome in a sexy aged kind of way. Not unlike a wine. Yeah, the president was like a Wine too. A white wine though. The president was white wine, while Mori was red wine. Atsushi chuckles to himself. 

“What are you laughing about, kitten?” Mori’s eyes are sparkly. He’s not sure why he didn't notice that earlier. 

“Oh, i was noticing how you guys are like wine.” Atsushi says.

“Like wine?” Fukuzawa’s voice is sexy, all deep and raspy. It resonates in Atsushi’s bones, warming his body slightly. 

“You guys are so handsome. In an aged kind of way.” Atsushi says. Fukuzawa chokes, and Mori chuckles. Atsushi continues, smiling slightly. “The president is a white wine, and Mr. Mori is a red wine.” Mori’s hand is tangled in his hair now, lightly massaging his scalp. It feels good. 

“You think we’re handsome?” Mori says, placing his mostly empty glass on the coffee table before him. Atsushi nods. “Yes, very. I’ve been thinking about it the whole night.” He says. Someone in the back of his mind is screaming at him to shut up, but he feels pleasantly buzzed and his walls are slipping. Mori chuckles. “Well kitten, Fukuzawa and I think you're very pretty. Infact,” He leans close like he’s telling a secret, and Atsushi smells that scent of rosemary and sandalwood. “I’ve just been dying to fuck you stupid.” Atsushi feels a twinge of arousal sing though his body. He would like that, he definitely would very much so. 

On his other side, Fukuzawa coughs, directing his ire at Mori. “Seriously Mori? I'm right here.” Atsushi personally see’s no problem in this, and Mori seems to agree, because he speaks directly to Fukuzawa. “Why don't you join in? Atsushi wants you to. Right Kitten?” Atsushi nods, turning to look at the President on his other side. “Yes, I want you Sir.” 

“See Fukuzawa, no need to hold back.” Mori’s hand, still tangled in his hair, gently draws Atsushi’s eyes back to his own. Red eyes, pretting red eyes, twinkling with a strange light, heavy lidded. And then the hand on Atsushi’s head is pulling him forward, and Atsushi closes his eyes as Mori’s lips touch his own. Mori kisses deep, devouring Atsushi’s lips, stealing his breath away. His other hand winds up, slowly working the buttons on Atsushi’s double breasted vest, showing no hurry. Atsushi does his best to keep up, slowly following Mori’s lead. He feels a warm hand on his thigh, slowly stroking it, fingers just avoiding where he needs them to be. Fukuzawa’s other hand strokes his back, almost soothingly. 

Mori’s tongue is tracing the seam of his lips now, begging for entrance. Atsushi opens his mouth. Mori is obviously experienced, his tongue tangles with Atsushi’s own much more skillfully, tracing the inseams of his mouth, all while those fingers slowly undo his buttons. The hand on his thigh is tracing closer and closer to where he needs it, and Atsushi feels like a tightly wound bobble, waiting for the caress of a hand on his hard dick. 

Mori separates from his mouth, and Atsushi flushes at the dirty string of saliva that follows their separating tongues. It breaks when Mori dives back in, this time leaving little kisses on his neck. Atsushi’s head falls back, mouth parting in a soft moan as Fukuzawa’s hand finally strokes his dick. It feels good, even with layers of fabric softening the sensation. 

“Feel good?” Fukuzawa is watching him, his voice dropped down to a sensual whisper. Atsushi nods. “Yes, Fukuzawa Sir.” 

“Wow, Sir. That's hardcore.” Mori murmurs against his neck, and Atsushi moves as Mori’s skilled fingers undo the last button, discarding the vest on the coffee table. He presses a delicate kiss to his jaw, as his fingers move much faster, undoing the buttons of his shirt. Fukuzawa’s still applied the slightest of pressures to Atsushi’s clothed dick. He speaks right over Atsushi’s head. 

“Shut up Mori.” Although his words are aggressive, his tone doesn't match. It's still all low and sensual, and Atsushi moans as his fingers dance over his dick, the teasing touches a cruel torture as Fukuzawa undoes the zipper of his pants. But it's all worth it when Fukuzawa’s hand reaches into his boxers, finally coming in contact with his dick. Atsushi’s head falls back with an embarrassing moan, and he thrusts up into Fukuzawa’s hand. 

Mori had shed his gloves at some point during the drinking, and now his bare hand is trailing across Atsushi’s chest, the slightest bit of contact a delicious tease until he comes in contact with a nipple, brushing over the hard nub. Atsushi whimpers, an embarrassing sound, loud to his ears but still barely hearable over the jazz. Mori chuckles. “Such a very sensitive Kitten.” He says, shoving two fingers into Atsushi’s open mouth. “Now be a good boy and suck.” Atsushi obeys to the best of his abilities, distracted as he is by the stimulus on his dick and nipples. He sucks hard on Mori’s fingers, creating what he hopes is a pleasurable vacuum, occasionally using his tongue to trace the rough pads. 

“You're doing so well, Kitten. Such a good boy.” Mori says. The praise warms his heart, and at the same time he bucks into Fukuzawa’s hand. “Praise, huh. Stand for me, Atsushi.” Fukuzawa says, his hands momentarily leaving Atsushi’s dick to push down his pants. Mori’s fingers slip out of his mouth as he gets to his feet, kicking his pants away. And then his world is spinning as Fukuzawa’s big hands grip his waist, sitting him smack dab on Mori’s lap. 

“Condoms?” Mori asks, promptly shoving his fingers back into Atsushi’s mouth, rather roughly. Atsushi chokes around the intrusion, much more forceful this time, but shamefully his dick twitches at the force, and he shifts on Mori’s lap. Mori definitely notices. 

“Oh, you like it rough huh.” Atsushi nods around the fingers, whimpering. Mori smirks. “How dirty Kitten, just the way I like it.” He moves his fingers out and in, and Atsushi just lets his jaw fall slack, letting Mori do what he wishes. It's arousing to surrender control, to let this dangerous man do what he wills, and Atsushi’s free hand moves down the stroke himself over his boxers. His dick is leaking, staining his boxers with a quickly spreading wet stain, and as Atsushi grinds down against Mori’s lap, he feels a large hard thing under his ass. Mori groans in his ear, and Atsushi’s world is tilted on its axis.

When the spinning stops, Atsushi finds himself laying on his hands and knees on Fukuzawa’s brown couch, Mori’s hands smoothing over his butt. 

“You look so sexy like this kitten.” Mori says, his wet fingers prodding slightly at Atsushi’s hole. Atsushi shivers at the praise, and then keens as fingers penetrate his hole. It's an odd feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. But still, Atsushi feels himself flagging a little as Mori shoves his fingers in, stretching his ass out for a bigger intrusion. Mori notices. 

“Does it hurt?” He says, pausing his motions, his fingers still lodged deep in Atsushi’s ass. Atsushi shakes his head. “No, just strange.” 

“I see.” Mori resumes his motions, slowly withdrawing almost all the way out before he enters again, his pace slow and deep. And soon, Atsushi feels the strange discomfort turn to pleasure. And soon he’s arching his back, keening, begging for more. 

“I'm back, I had to borrow some from the infirmary.” Fukuzawa says, passing a foil packet to Mori. When had he left? Atsushi hadn't noticed. He returns to the couch, bending over to kiss Atsushi harshly on the mouth. His kiss is different from Mori’s, much more aggressive, but Atsushi can't decide which one he likes more. And while he’s distracted, having his tongue sucked on by Fukuzawa, Mori slips on the condom, lining the head of his cock up with Atsushi’s ass. 

He pushes in slowly but Atsushi feels it, pulling away from Fukuzawa’s mouth the moan loudly, a garbled mix of Mori’s name and nonsense. The stretch burns a little, but Atsushi finds he likes it. His back arches, eyes falling closed as Mori moves slowly, before finally stopping, all the way in. Atsushi doesn't think he’s ever felt this full. He’s left panting against the couch, Fukuzawa’s fingers tangled in his hair, soothing him. 

“Such a pretty boy.” Mori coos, big hands gripping Atsushi’s waist. “Staying so still for me. Can I move, Kitten?” That nickname makes Atsushi clench down, moaning loudly out a, “Yes Mori. Oh god please yes!” Mori chuckles, and obliges. Mori sets a fast pace, his hands making good use of Atsushi’s waist, his balls slapping on Atsushi’s ass. Atsushi is moaning up a storm, eyes closed when Fukuzawa’s hand, still lodged in his hair, pulls him upward.

“Atsushi.” Atsushi opens his eyes, and comes face to face with Fukuzawa’s hard cock, bobbing in front of him. Atsushi nods, understanding what he wants. Fukuzawa’s dick is long, and heavy on his tongue, the taste faintly salty. Atsushi does his best, doing what he’d done to Mori’s fingers earlier, but he soon just surrenders and lets Fukuzawa fuck his throat. 

“Such a good boy.” Mori grunts, hand reaching around to stroke Atsushi’s dick. “Taking me so well, letting him fuck your throat raw.” he leans down, cooing directly in Atsushi’s ear. “You were made for this, made to be fucked stupid.” Atsushi keens, moaning around Fukuzawa’s dick, his back arching as he cums. 

“Did you cum pretty boy?” Mori says, trying for a chuckle, but ending up with more of a choked up grunt. Atsushi nods, trying his best to apologize around Fukuzawa’s dick. “No need to apologize.” Mori continues. “We’ll just make you cum again, won't we Fukuzawa?” 

“Mhm.” Fukuzawa responds, much more prioritized with Atsushi’s mouth. Mori was very vocal during sex, cooing dirty talk and praise in his ear, moaning and grunting as he thrusts in and out. Fukuzawa was much more quiet, occasionally grunting or groaning quietly, but not much speaking. His dick is still twitching, already coming back to hardness as Mori fucks him hard, landing the occasional slap on Atsushi’s butt. 

“No refractory period. Interesting.” Mori doesn't sound interested, he just sounds raspy and sexy and Atsushi almost comes again. And then, he hits a spot inside Atsushi that makes him white out for a second. Atsushi moans, choking around Fukuzawa’s dick, spit sliding from his mouth and landing on the couch. Mori seems to understand, and hits that spot again, and again, and again until Atsushi is cuming again, shooting ropes of semen onto the couch. 

“Atsushi, ‘m cuming.” Fukuzawa says above him, shoving himself down Atsushi’s throat one more time, and soon hot seed is running down Atsushi’s throat. He swallows it all, or tries his best as he’s still cumming. “Me too.” Mori murmurs, still stroking Atsushi’s dick as his rhythm stutters, and he shoves his hips in one more time. 

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

Work the next day is a little awkward. For him at least. The rest of the Agency has no problem interrogating him for details. 

“So, what happened again?”

Atsushi sighs. “It took a whole entire dinner, car ride, and about another hour but the Alliance has been finalized. Or whatever.” 

Naomi frowns. “No, that's not what we ment. We ment did—”

“Yo, lame ass detective Agency, i have something for you.” Chuuya pokes his head in, sending Dazai a glare and the rest of them mostly a confused sort of smile. 

“What are you doing here mackerel?” Dazai says, his eyes darkening. 

“Shut up stupid Dazai, I've been demoted to a delivery guy apparently.” Chuuya says, walking over and depositing a box in Atsushi’s desk. “Here you go Were-Tiger, it's from the boss.”

Dead silence falls for a moment, and then Dazai speaks. “I guess he really is your Sugar Daddy huh.”

Atsushi throws a pencil holder at his head. 

End Notes: so, this is a thing, that exists. I dunno man. I'm going to hell. also this got long as helllll i dont know what happened

#bungou stray dogs #mariannacrxss #kinktober 2023 #bsd smut #helplesslypurple77kinktober #kinktober #bungo stray dogs smut

[lostbutincognito]

i dont follow u here but i followed u back before downsizin , but i like to come to ur blog to get other perspectives when my dash is being dramatic, and its always VERY good points abt VERY true things, like recently with wilbur - not defending him but pointing out both the fixation on him as 'evil' rather than uplifting shubble, and the subsequent dehumanization- i dont get tons of it on my dash but get enough to be glad to have somewhere with . a different perspective so I dont get stuck in the gunk of fandom . and then i saw ppl talking abt qsmp melting, so i rolled by here to see an Actual perspective instead of . the wider fandom , and its still banger points - the double standards and the very very valid question.of . who the hell are these 'higher ups' . this is quackitys smp . who is 'actually' in charge.? and i didnt hear ANYTHING abt 'we need money or qsmp will be shut down' bc that is an absolutely RANCID thing to say and im gonna go . look into where that statement is from lol to see how sugarcoated or whatever it is (if u have like a source or whatever ? like did someone stream or post ? ill hunt it down either way lol) and i cant . HELLO.... 'give us money or we shut down' WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ALL THE MONEY YOUVE BEEN MAKING? what kinda corporate hellscape bs .... uagh . why would u make a project u cant support on your own ? relying on viewers for money to keep this thing going with so many people involved? theres no way theres not enough money if this is an honest thing . ok im gonna go look at stuff but its annoying as hell ty for perspective on things my dash can be . bad abt <3

so I want to be clear this is what I was referencing:

it's not a direct 'give us money or we shut down' but I've already seen people begging Q to sell more qsmp merch so they can support the server which is exactly what I knew was going to happen lol. 'if I don't have money to cover the project the project will end' is a very sensible approach (how else do you want to run a project after all? by not paying the people lol?) but it's also a clear signal to the fanbase, fully conscious or not.

and I am not saying there's anything wrong with wanting to support the project you're passionate about as a fan! but there is something to be said about the business decisions being made in the quackland, considering there's already issues with current merch he's selling never being delivered and the fact that, well, again. if he never noticed people working for him were not compensated AND apparently he said that he's already losing money on the qsmp (I don't have direct source for this one I heard this from my friends)...well. where's the money going man. are people scamming you behind your back, are you this negligent to not know what's going on in your own companies, or are you lying to everyone to cover your own ass?

*sigh*

here's the thing. q is evidently under stupid amounts of stress and we have seen this ever since he started ghosting everyone and pivoted the qsmp from the original vision as presented to us in the beautifully animated intro video to the low quality 'hi we're a worldwide server now' announcement. we don't know why that is, despite the obvious things we can assume. and on a human level I am concerned for him. on any other level than that, well, I just have to ask WHAT IN THE FRESHEST OF HELLS WERE YOU DOING THIS WHOLE YEAR TO LET THINGS COME TO THIS YOU POOR EXCUSE OF A BUSINESSMAN.

#anonylost #also this was such a nice message wtf thank u #the quote is from q's stream tonight

[munv]

𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗜 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘?

The way I already have an idea for the twst series that I got on a wednesday at like 2:55 AM specifically is crazy

Tag list is growing at a rapid capacity! Let’s keep the pace going

“SORRY! I SAID I’M SORRY! I’LL WITHDRAW FROM THE MISSION AND QUIT BEING A CURSE USER TOO”

Meanwhile you and suguru had payed no mind to the man yelling for forgiveness on your phones. Yes you had ended up on a first name bases somehow. Things happened.

“Hey suguru check this out” A wave of electricity came from your hands and shocked the man. “Hm, you think he’d shut up for a while if i let out a full one?”

“No idea. We won’t know until we try though right?” he said with a sadistic smirk.

“I KNOW YOU BOTH CAN HEAR ME”

“A curse user rice farmer?..” he said with a confused face. “As if.”

“SEE?! YOU CAN HEAR M-” he was cut off when another wave of electricity had hit him, he let out a painful scream. “Please shut up..” you said with a tick forming on your head.

Suguru then got a message and checked his phone. “WHAT CAN BRATS LIKE YOU DO ANYWAYS? WE HAVE VAYER!” he supposedly boasted. “THE STRONGEST Q SOLDIER”

You were caressing riko’s hair as her head was layed on your lap while Misato was laying on your shoulder. The both of them fast asleep.

“Hey.” suguru cut off the man’s rant. He extended his arm to show the soldier his phone. “Is this Vayer?” His eyes widened and sweat dripped down his face.

“Yeah..that’s vayer”. The picture in honor was Gojo with the vayer in question beaten to a pulp in the background as the white haired male held up a peace sign.

Walking down a hallway was you, suguru, and gojo.

“Should we take her to a doctor?”

“Are you really asking that with the situation we are in right now?” you said slapping the male in the back of his head.

“Ow! N/N what was that for?”

Without noticing due to all the noise riko woke up. “Oh, you’re awake” said gojo.

Being completely off guard once again he was slapped in the face by Riko , she took her distance from them taking a..very odd pose. “YOU JERK! IF YOU WANT TO DIE SO BADLY WHY DON’T YOU GO FIRST?”

You and suguru started snickering in the background unable to contain your laughter. “You got a-” you started wheezing, “picture of that right?!” you said trying to hold back a rolling fit of laughter as the male beside you held up a picture of gojo getting slapped.

Geto composed himself just as quick “Hey riko don’t worry, we’re not here to abduct you.”

“Liar! You look like a complete liar! And whats with those bangs? Not to men-...tion?..” she stopped when her eyes layed on you and stars seemed to light up in her eyes. “Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

Her shorter figure jumped at you and hugged you tightly while suguru and satoru had a dark aura surrounding them in the background. Probably muttering if it was ok to kill riko as it is due to what she said. “I MISSED YOOOUUUUUUU” she said cuddling her face into your chest allowing you to chuckle a bit.

“How is my favorite person in the whole doing?” “Amazing! But why are you here with..those..things?” You could tell the two males were growing more pissed by the second.

“The so called “things” in question just so happen to be on a job to escort you along with me.”

“Ew” she said while looking at them from your hug.

Hearing a large amount of steps coming your way you and riko turned around.

“Kuroi!” she said was a exited face. “My lady! And master Y/N!”

“eh..Kuroi how many times must i tell you not to call me that?” you said with a slight blush scratching your cheek.

“My apologies madam” while Riko’s attention was rather busy on what her caretaker was riding. “What are you riding?”

“This? It’s the banged guys cursed technique!”

“COULD YOU NOT CALL ME THAT?! Also it’s cursed manipulation. Like, it implies i can control the curses i take in.” Geto explained.

“She’s spunkier than i thought” gojo said with a annoyed tone.

“Now then..moving on from that topic”

The three of you glanced at the duo, “Aren’t you supposed to be all sad and depressed because of the merger? And to think I was worried about ya” Gojo said while pointing to her. You couldn’t tell if he was pitying her or just straight up being curious, it was hard to tell when it came to him honestly.

Riko turned her head the other way while closing her eyes, “Ridiculous! A simple comment from a simpleton!”

“WHA–?!” You put your hand on his shoulder while he looked at you making eye contact that practically screamed “Lay a hand on her and it’s over for you”

Suguru looked at his best friend for a brief moment before sighing. “Look,” he whispered in his ear “I know you want to strangle her but remember the mission at hand here”. Gojo snarled under his breath as she continued to boast.

“Listen up! Master tengen is me..and I AM master tengen!” exclaiming loudly.

“You talk about merger and death as if they are one in the same but you are gravely mistaken! Allow me to educate you”

You heard someone shuffle over to you and looked over to see gojo “Hey..is she usually like this?..This kid got such a big mouth” You slightly hit his arm whispering back “she’s usually shy sometimes, what did you do to her?”you said eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Looking over to your right you see geto completing your little circle of secrets huddled up together. “More like did you raise her like this?”

Gojo chuckled a bit. “Of course not! What do you take me for? A moron?” you scolded him a bit as he opened up his phone whistling.

“Hey satoru, did you change your wallpaper?” Suguru leaned over his shoulder a bit.

“oh, isn’t that waka inoe?” peeping over his other shoulder. “Ah! n/n you know her too?”

In the background however riko still continued.

“MY HEART AND SPIRIT WILL LOVE ON AFTER MERGING..-ARE YOU GUYS EVEN LISTENING?”

Walking over to riko you patted her head, “of course we were, right guys?” you looked over them with a expectant look on your face.

“She prolly has no friends with the way she speaks.” gojo bluntly pointed at her.

“Wanna bet it’ll be a cinch for her classmates to say goodbye?”

“How much are we betting here?” you sweatdropped.

“Hm..a thousand?”

“Nahhh too cheap” gojo said.

“I TALK FINE AT SCHOOL YOU KNOW” riko whined. “Wait..school..” realization dawned upon her.

Kuroi looked as if she was about to faint with everything that was going on at the moment.

“KUROI QUICK, WHATS THE TIME?”

“It’s still before noon but perhaps school can-” she was cut off abruptly.

“NONESENSE IM GOING! NII-CHAN QUICK” she grabbed your hand dragging you away from gojo and geto at full speed.

“Just what the hell is with everything today..” you said under your breath.

#LATER

“WHAT? Shouldnt it be safer to take her back to jujutsu high NOW?!” Gojo complained.

You popped into the mic to speak as well, “EXACTLY! She’s in more danger here than probably anywhere else!” Glaring at the phone.

“I completely agree” Yaga chided on the other end of the phone. “However..these are master tenge’s orders.” Silence followed immediately after.

Gojo looked a bit stunned while you and geto looked back at each other with an alarmed face. “We must oblige to Riko Amanai’s requests as well.” right after he said that gojo hanged up. “Tch, being all soft on her.”

“Don’t be like that Satoru” Geto said trying to make sense of the situation as well. “What he said, the fact still stands that my little sister is going to become master tengen and form a barrier under jujutsu high. Everything she holds dear including me will be stripped from her starting from that very moment.”

“Let her enjoy herself, that’s also an important part of our mission.” geto added.

“Lady riko and master Y/N don’t have any relations..” she started.

You turned around in surprise but let her continue nonetheless. “When they were young their parents died in an unfortunate accident and until then.. ive been taking care of them, so please take care of them-”

“So that makes you 3 family then” Suguru said with a smile looking over to you a bit.

“Ah..this uh- that-..” you stuttered a bit embarrassed and as it seemed kuroi was also embarrassed. “..Yes.”

The touching moment however was ruined by the white haired male who had his arm around your shoulder. “Ey suguru, how’re the surveillance spirits?”

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[rhodesrider]

Last Straw

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Jimmy uso x Spoiled! black! fem reader

Warning: Anal Punishment, Squirting, the word Nigga

Word Count: 1.6k

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“But Jimmy! I really wanna go!!” Y/N pouted as Jimmy was working on a project car needing some air since he was stuck in the house for a while. “Baby please I’m sorry but a-lot of stuff has been going down in clubs like that. I just want you to be safe.” He explained and went back to the car after grabbing a tool. Her face turned red as she was starting to get even more frustrated. “But all my friends are going baby! And you’re not gonna be here.” She crossed her arms. “I’m sorry baby but no.” She gave an angry scream going back in the house and slamming the garage door.

Jimmy just sighed and continued working on the car, soon getting a FaceTime call from his brother. “Look man I’m not the one to tell you how she should be acting but Y/N is off the rails.” Jey said. “I’m sorry man. She wanted to go to this club and I’m not gonna be there.” Jimmy said. “Well man you’re not gonna be respected if you don’t do something about it. Now if mine was acting like this-“ “Well she ain’t your man. I have my ways and you have yours. So she has a little fuss? It’s ok. She’s gonna get over it.” Jimmy said sitting in the car. “Man I’m talking about how she just talk shit.” Jimmy blink. “She does?” “Yea. Oh that nigga ain’t shit, oh he’s so boring.” He said in her voice. Jimmy sat back sighing. “Then why won’t see leave.” He asked himself. “Hey uce imma talk later.” Jey nodded and hung up. Jimmy is doing the best he can, he just doesn’t wanna go back to his old ways, he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone.

Later on that night, Y/N insisted that she slept in the living room. Jimmy stayed up playing video games and soon had a bad feeling. He peeked out seeing Y/N sneak out. He’s tired at this point. He sat back down trying to figure out what to do. He sighed FaceTiming Roman, he answered watching TV with his girl. “Hey Ro I have a slight hypothetical question.” “Go for it.” He said, his girl Dasha waved at the camera watching TV. “So if Dasha was a Brat and she felt like she could do what ever she wanted to do-“ “I’d lay down rules and compromises for the relationship. You can only take so much to where you snap.” Dasha nodded as she put some grapes in her mouth. “Hey don’t eat em all.” He chuckled. Jimmy sighed. “And if that does work?” Roman thought about it. “Punishment.” He said and Dasha sighed getting a chill. “But I don’t wanna punish her. I don’t wanna harm her.” Jimmy frowned. “Punishment is never suppose harm it is suppose to hurt thou.” Dasha said. “Jimmy if there is something going on with Y/N you need to put your foot down.” Roman said and Jimmy nodded. He told them goodnight apologizing for the sudden call and sighed. “Yea…imma show her.”

At the Club, Y/N was at a table having fun with her friends. “I’m so glad I made it!” Y/N smiled loving the lights and the music. “This club just opened too, I’m glad we got in free.” Her other friend said. They admire each others outfits and enjoyed their drinks. Some guys watching them from afar. “I’m surprised Jimmy isn’t here with you. He follows you around like a lost dog.” The girls laughed. Y/N blinked and said nothing to the statement. She knows that’s she’s gonna get yelled at but she really wanted to go. Some guys started to come up to the table. “Hey ladies, wanna have some fun tonight?” The dudes looked shady. “We’re ok guys thank you anyway.” Y/N said, but the men just smirked. “Come on baby, you not trying to have some fun?” Y/N sighed annoyed. “I’m taken-“ She quickly said and the man got closer. “What’s that gotta do with me baby?”

“A lot of you wanna keep yo life.” The dude turned around seeing a very mad Jimmy. “What you want man? Can’t you see I’m busy.” Jimmy sighed and punched the dude straight in the face tossing him to the security. “Y/N let’s go.” Y/N hesitates some and Jimmy turned back around. “Now.” Y/N had a chill sent up her spine. She quickly got her bag and went to Jimmy’s side saying bye to her friend.

They finally got in the car and there was silence. “…look Jimmy I-“ “Shut. Up.” She dropped her head quiet. “I’m gonna speak. Not you. You always get the last say but not this time. I told you not to come here.” She looked up at him about to say something but his eyes were dark with anger. “I’m glad I did come. Because if dude did something to you, who know what I would have did.” He sighed out. “Wait till we get home…” Y/N shook a bit scared never seeing him like this.

They walked in the house, still silent. “Get upstairs.” Y/N looked at him as he went to the kitchen. “You ain’t the boss of me Jimmy.” She mumbled. He stopped in his tracks. He walked back to her and whispered in her ear. “Face down ass up. If I don’t see that in 5 minutes you will be in deeper shit then you are now.” He growled low and walked back to the kitchen. Y/N walked upstairs but soon jogged as she heard him go to the stairs to make sure she made haste. She went into his room looking at the bed, seeing a belt and warming live ready. She blushed some starting to get undressed and sat as he told her to, her pussy exposed legs open. She didn’t know what this feeling was, being nervous? And it’s Jimmy making her like this? This was a lot for her. After 10 minutes Jimmy walked in, sitting his water to the side. He saw his meal in front of him. He wanted to eat her pussy right there but he had to show restraint.

“So what are you gonna do to me?” She asked. Soon a sharp pain hit her, he used the belt on her ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He barked and she blushed looking forward at the wall. Was Y/N starting to like this? She had gotten a few more hits that led to some tears. Jimmy massaged her ass sighing. “I’m gonna use you. That’s what imma do.” He released his dick out of his restraining pants and grabbed the lube. He squeezed the bottle as it landed on Y/Ns tight asshole. “I’m gonna take that pretty little ass.” He pours some on his dick stroking it biting his lip feeling the warming take affect. He started to prep her, rubbing her asshole and slowly putting a finger in. She squealed some grabbing a pillow for comfort. “Fuck it’s tight..” he mumbled mesmerized trying not to get pulled in really wanting to eat her pussy but she needs to learn a lesson.

“Jimmy…” she moaned blushing and squealed again as he added another finger. “You know my name.” He said as he went slowly denying her orgasm. “D-daddy please faster~” Y/N moaned out rocking a bit for more. He hit her ass again for her to stay still. “I’m sorry Daddy…” she mumbled trying to recover from the sting. He pulled his fingers out slow, sighing. He got on the bed and rubbed his fat tip on the hole. He started to go in groaning from his tight it was. She cried out sobbing a bit in the pillow but it didn’t stop Jimmy it felt to good. He got most of himself in and sighed out feeling something wet. She was cumming, squirting even. “Now who told you to cum?” He smirked and started to thrust. “Naughty fuckin girl..” he fixed her back to an arch and started to fuck her brains out.

She held on to the bed, her makeup running, soon from pain to pleasure. Something about Jimmy being so rough with her like this it feels so good. “Your gonna listen to daddy from now on I’m sick of that fuckin attitude you carry.” He started to pump harder. She felt his dick throb in her from each thrust. “Daddy please cum in me~” she cried out cunning again and so did Jimmy pumping his warm load deep in her ass. He pulled out sighing. Y/N collapsed and moaned out a fucked mess. He smiled and going to the bathroom starting up the tub. He went to her scooping her up and kissed her forehead getting in the warm water and holding her close. Cleaning up her face and body. “Baby…I’m sorry…” he blinked looking down hearing her cry. “Baby girl…” he held her close. “I just take you for granted. I feel like you’re tired of me…” he sighed. “Baby I’m never tired of you. I love you. But I need you to just listen sometimes. I never try to take your fun away. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He smiled and kisses her softly. She kisses back giggling. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” She shook her head no. “It was hot, different from the usual sweet kind Jimmy..” she blushed. He smirked and kissed her neck. “You want more baby?~” he asked whispering and she blushed nodding. They soon started the make out session as Jimmy held her close. “I love you baby..” she said. “I love you more~” he smiled as he went back to kissing enjoying the rest of the night.

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe roman reigns #wwe smut #wwebloodline #jimmy uso #the usos

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 19: Truth Comes Out

“Good morning, dear.”

I’m awakened by Q’s voice and the smell of eggs. When I open my eyes I’m presented with a tray containing a plate of toast, strawberries, and sunny-side-up eggs. 

“My goodness! Good morning. What time is it?” I ask in a groggy voice.

“8:00,” Q replies as he sets the tray on my lap.

“And you’re not taking advantage of sleeping in because…?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” The man sits down next to me and lets out a sigh. “Overthinking.”

“Uh-oh. That’s not healthy for you.” I sit up and rub his back. “Everything ok?”

“Nothing for you to worry over, darling. What is the agenda for our time off?”

I must say that vacation does not suit me. It doesn’t suit Q either. Between both our jobs we’re used to being constantly busy. Time drags by as I attempt to occupy myself through reading. Q’s in the kitchen doing Lord knows what and after an hour I’m fed up reading about King Henry VIII.

“Q, would you want to go for a walk?” I walk into the room, which is filled with a heavenly aroma. But where’s Q-?

“Here we are!” He comes out of the back pantry holding a wine bottle. “I know you don’t drink but this stuff is worth trying, believe me.”

“Another delicious meal?” I smile at his kindness and kiss his cheek. “You’ve outdone yourself, Quartermaster. Next time I insist I do something.”

Beep! Beep!

The alarm triggers both of us to look at the door. Jesus, what now? Has M lost it? We look into protected files and this is what happens. Walking on eggshells. Q decides to be the brave one and goes over to investigate.

“You’ll never guess who’s on the door cam.”

At this point anything’s possible. “Dolly Parton?”

Q chuckles. “Less happy.”

“Bond?”

“Bingo.”

I can’t help but laugh at how Bond’s sneaking around too. Now instead of me asking him for help he’s seeking out my help. “He’ll love your apron.”

Q rolls his eyes. “Haha, very funny.” He looks back at the door cam monitor. “Would you mind going in the back and, um, finding some fresh basil?”

I see right past his intention and decide to tease it. “Are you trying to hide me from my own mentor?”

“No! It’s just… I’m not too sure how Bond will react to… us.”

I put a firm hand on Q’s shoulder and look up at him with determined eyes. “He’ll have to live with it. I’ll go find some basil, and then I’m coming back out to talk with him.”

Part of me is also anxious to see Bond’s reaction. Granted I’m not his real sister but I know for a fact that if any man tries to hurt me then Bond would see to it they are found dead by the following morning. Saying that, I don’t want Bond’s trust in Q to be tested too far. We need all ounce of trust for what’s about to happen.

“So you’re not dead?” I hear Q say. How blunt.

“Hello, Q. I’ve missed you.” Good to see Bond hasn’t lost all humor.

“That smells great!” Moneypenny says.

I hide behind the pantry door and see them all walk into where Q’s prepared lunch.

“Were you expecting somebody?” Bond asks as he examines the table.

“Um, actually-”

“Hello, Bond.”

All three turn to spot me as I step out from the pantry. Of course Moneypenny was expecting me to be here but Bond’s face shows he’s drawing a complete blank. He looks between Q and I with new-found suspicion. I hold out the basil to Q and he remembers how to speak.

“J- Just leave it on the counter, Eleanor. I’m afraid lunch will have to wait.”

I do as he says and walk over to the counter- only to have Bond grab my arm and whisper:

“Excuse me, I believe you and I need to have a chat.”

Here we go.

Q backs up against the table and gives me a comforting smile before Bond leads me upstairs. In the hall he corners me and crosses his arms.

“You? And-?’ He points back to where we just came from. 

“That’s a conversation for another time.” As much as it’s bugging him there are more important things to deal with. “Welcome back, Bond. Has retirement been treating you well?”

“I’m not fully retired. I’m just not on active duty.”

I raise a brow. “We both know that means retirement, Commander Bond. 5 years ago we laughed at retirement.”

“People change. 5 years ago you kept your feelings locked and buried.”

I cross my arms defiantly. “People change. Sometimes for the better. I know you’ve had your fair share of heartbreak and I won’t have your own love life define mine. Q is a good man.”

Bond’s eyes search me for hesitation but I give him none. “I heard you went through a coma.”

Glad to know he also cares enough to know I’m not dead. “Yes. I was asleep for 4 years and Q still loves me. I trust him with my life, Bond. And he trusts me.”

“Why does he call you Eleanor?”

So much for keeping this for later. “He gave me the name. You know I never had a real name. Q thought it would help establish a somewhat normal relationship.”

Bond sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “You know this job will never permit a normal life, Levie.” He looks down with a blend of pity and disappointment. “Something always tears relationships apart. Q may be promoted and re-stationed, you may get killed during a mission. You could be shaken up by something that makes you become a different person and push him away. I’m just saying that it’s not fair to either of you to hope for something that might not last.”

Bond’s words of caution reflect off the worries I’ve had from the start. Is this relationship really worth keeping? I have no doubt that I would miss having Q in my personal life but Bond’s right. I’ve come to the point when I want a normal life; something this job will never allow. 

“Just think this over before it goes too far,” Bond finishes and pats my shoulder. “You’re a smart woman, Levie. If this is what you want you need to be all in, and Q does too.”

He gives a final nod and walks back down the stairs, leaving me dazed. What am I supposed to do? 5 years ago I thought I knew what I wanted with my life. Now I’m supposed to rearrange my preferences because I’m not only balancing my own wellbeing but Q’s as well. I may be new to this dating business but I know that couples need to act as a team, and if what Bond predicts is true then anything might happen to break up our team.

“Are you coming, 0011?” Moneypenny calls from the staircase.

I have to deal with this later. The threat of Heracles far outreaches my petty love life. I take a deep breath and head down to find the group chatting in the kitchen.

“You know, they come with fur these days,” Bond mocks one of the cats as Q removes her from the table.

“You do know I’m not authorized to help you-” Q starts to argue.

“It’s something to do with Heracles. We need to find out what.”

Q sighs. “I presume M doesn’t know about this?”

“No, but there’s something going on and we need to know what.”

I shrug. “Just add it to the list of ‘things we do behind M’s back.’ What difference does it make?”

“Does engaging in a romantic workplace relationship count?”

I shoot my old mentor a stern glare. “Behave, Bond. We’re all grown-ups here.”

Q, still looking anxious about Bond’s resentment, shakes his head in defeat. “It’s never 9 to 5, is it? Fine, I’ll help.”

The geek heads to his desk and settles into his swivel chair, already going to work on his laptop.

While we wait I decide to turn Bond away from the subject of me and Q’s relationship. “How was Felix?”

Bond’s face turns grim. “Killed. All because of his colleague, Logan Ash, who is apparently a SPECTRE agent. He’s the one who took Obruchev.”

My heart sinks. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Felix was a good man.”

“How did you know him?”

“When you’re in a coma for five years you need to get caught up on things. When you never came back I reached out to Felix to see if you were alive.”

The man doesn’t reply. Perhaps he expected me to go along with everyone else and forget about him. I can’t help it. Feelings may make me weak but it’s all I have left that assures me I’m still human.

“Bond, do you know where this has been?”

I look over to see Q holding up what looks like a USB flash drive. No doubt Bond’s taken extreme measures to bring it here.

“Everywhere, I’d imagine.”

“It’s a database,” Q states as he scans the computer screen. “With DNA. Multiple individuals…. Do not touch that, please.” I agree they should know better than to mess with Q’s thinking space. “There’s more. Hidden files. It seems that Obruchev is working for a man who seems to plan to kill all of SPECTRE.”

Bond leans in to get a better look. “Can you show me all the files?”

“Yes, one moment… Wait. This can’t all be SPECTRE… Oh my God.” Q’s eyes widen. “There are thousands.”

“Who are they?” Bond asks.

“I’ll need to do more research-”

“There have been breaches around the world of databases withholding DNA information,” Moneypenny says. “I can’t imagine they’re leaving us out.”

That’s what M’s been tracking! 

“I need to speak with Blofeld,” Bonds says bluntly. “I don’t care how I get access.”

I see in Q’s eyes he’s starting to get antsy. “Can I have just one nice evening, please?” He looks between Bond and Moneypenny. “Before the world explodes?”

"I need to find Blofeld,” Bond asserts again sternly. “Who has access? Who?”

Q and I share a nervous look. The name has gone unspoken since the incident but we both know it was bound to come up again someday. 

“Bond, it’s… Dr. Swann. She’s his psychiatrist.”

Thankfully the rest of the conversation goes fairly tame. Bond and Moneypenny say a quick goodbye (with Bond looking a bit crankier than usual) and Q sits down with a deep sigh.

“Could’ve been worse,” I try to ease the tension. “He didn’t bite our heads off.”

“I think mentioning Dr. Swann distracted him from our big reveal,” Q says as he rubs his head. “Did you see the look he gave me when you walked out? I thought he was going to strangle me.”

“If he did I’d cut off his hands to choke them down his throat and then jab his eyes out.”

Q smirks and grabs my hand. “Seems subtle for you.”

“I have much worse planned,” I tease. “You couldn’t handle the gruesome details. Now let’s go to bed before the world ends.”

We walk up the stairs hand-in-hand to the bedroom and make haste to prep for sleeping. It’s only 10:00 but after today’s reunion with Bond I feel as if I haven’t slept in days. As I lay down on the soft quilt and stare up at the ceiling his words are still spinning in my head. I don’t even notice Q walking over to turn off the light. In the dark I feel him lay down beside me and the familiar warmth does good to comfort me… Ugh. This is exactly what I’m supposed to be against. This “normal” life. I can’t keep going along with this and expecting it to keep going when I know the odds are stacked against me.

“Eleanor? Darling, what’s wrong?”

He must have noticed I’ve been awake for the past hour. I can’t keep avoiding it. My brain feels too heavy.

“I- I need to be open with you, Geoffrey.”

“Oh God you’re leaving me.” Q clicks on the small lamp and I see he’s on the verge of frantic.

“No! Maybe? I don’t know. It’s because-”

“Am I too detail-oriented? Did Bond threaten you?”

To calm down I close my eyes and take Q’s hand. “Q, it’s not like that at all. You have stood by me all these years, loyal to the end. Something I can never repay.”

He leans closer and I see his eyes soften. “You don’t have to. I do it because I love you.”

I bite my lip and take a moment to figure out how to phrase this. “Remember when I said I’d never want to retire?”

“Briefly. You made it quite clear that you hated the idea.”

“Yes, well… Time can change a person’s mind. I’ve loved serving my country, but the MI6 leadership has driven me to have deep distrust for anyone.  I can’t keep doing this, Q. It doesn’t help that the weight of my sins is beginning to catch up with me. All the killing, lying, everything. It’s changed me. I thought I knew how my life was going to turn out, but…” I blink back forming tears and shake my head. “I want to build a life where I don’t have to keep looking over my shoulder when I go buy groceries. A life that maybe, just maybe, I could start a family. But- But if I do…” I trail off and hope Q fills in the blank.

“That would mean…” He doesn’t want to say it either.

“It would mean I get removed from the MI6 system and will never see you again. I think, and Bond confirms my reasoning, that my job won’t allow us to have a steady relationship. I can’t be too selfish to hold you to this, Q. I’m leaving you for the good of both of us.”

There. I said it. I’m ending perhaps the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Q looks as distressed as I am. “Wait, Eleanor. Let me explain-”

“No, Q.” I hold up a hand and try my best to meet his sad face. “After tonight I’ll start searching for a new apartment. Once we’ve stopped the Hercules production I will send in my resignation papers and disappear to some far away country. Maybe Italy. You can forget about me and move on. I’m so sorry to announce it like this but I must be honest.” With what resistance I have I start to leave the warm covers. “You have every reason to be upset. I’ll go sleep on the couch-”

Q grabs my hips and brings me to sit back down and face him. “Eleanor, I love you. And-”

“You’re making this more difficult, Q.” Tears are dripping down my cheeks. “Just let me go.”

This makes Q’s jaw drop and he scoffs. “Let you go? Let you go? The woman who’s changed my life forever? I don’t think so. I was trying to tell you earlier- do you know how seriously I think of you?” A light sparks in his eyes. “Here. Wait right here, don’t move. Close your eyes.”

He jumps out of bed and rushes over to the dresser. 

“Really? This seems childish, especially for you-”

“Just do it.”

Since I’ve dashed his spirits enough I mine as well humor him. My eyes close and all I can do is listen to him rummaging through a drawer. After a while I feel him sit down next to me.

“Open your eyes.”

Why can’t he just- Oh my God. It’s a ring. A simple silver ring that screams everything at once. 

“Say something,” Q begs weakly.

I haven’t said anything? How long have I been staring at him?

“I don’t deserve you,” I nearly sob. God, how did this happen?

“No, switch that around.” Q sets the ring down and cups my face with his hands. “I don’t deserve you. 5 years ago you said that I was cold and heartless, and I thought that having feelings for someone was weak. But you proved me wrong. I care for you so much and there’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with. I’ve been wanting to ask you to retire with me for months, but never thought you’d budge. Now I need to be open with you, Eleanor. Will you marry me?”

What am I waiting for? Say yes! But this is the exact opposite of what I’m trying to do! How did I end up with this man as a Quartermaster? Bond may be right… Ah Hell, he can be wrong too. Q is willing to tie the knot and go through life with me, trouble and all. If we can struggle through MI6’s catastrophes together then we can certainly deal with whatever else life can dish up.

“Yes.” Hearing myself speak the word feels like opening a new chapter in my life. “Against all odds of us having a normal life, yes. Yes!”

Q’s face mirrors my joyful grin and we both tug each other in for a hug, causing us to fall onto the bed. 

“Thank you! This is why I’ve been overthinking so much. For a moment I thought my heart was going to come up my throat!” Q laughs. “Though of course that’s not anatomically possible-”

I break off his rambling with a deep kiss. “I’ve never felt so happy, Geoffrey!”

The man’s face grows serious and he gives me a stern nod. “I will be good to you, Eleanor. I promise. I won’t ever hurt you. And if I do, you can do whatever it is you were planning on doing to Bond.”

Not in a million years would I expect Q to hurt me. “I believe you, Geoffrey. I want a life with you.”

He wraps his arms around me and we lie back down as he flicks off the light. “No amount of technology or books can amount to having you in my life. I can’t wait to build a future with you, darling.”

Now we just need to hope we live long enough to see it.

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + OTHERS || preppy vlogger s/o

request: hi !!! ❤️❤️ u OK ?? u well ?? the acc's going pretty well , i see ~ 👀👀 if it'll be OK with u & if u had the time to do so , will it be OK if i req in a little HC of JJK's ryoumen & nanami with a preppy S/O that's a popular vlogger ??

notes: i love this idea a lot! cause the idea of big and scary men with a soft and sweet lover bouncing by their side just makes me want to kick my feet up and giggle like a school girl cx i hope you like this, babes!

pronouns: them/they

jujutsu kaisen masterlist | nanami kento masterlist | ryomen sukuna masterlist

NANAMI KENTO

i like to think that he actually finds it adorable - having such a sweet and ditzy lover who lives on all the attention that you can get from him. and he has a lot to give

you were a sweet little thing, someone he had met by accident at a cafe you were filming a promo vlog for some new products they had developed

because he was a regular at the cafe, he was talking to the owner when you came bounding over with your videographer and his assistant in toe 

since he was there the owner introduced the both of you, to which he just gave you an amused smile from how you were staring at him with little stars dancing in your eyes

to him, you were the most adorable little thing he’s ever seen; and to you, it’s like you were staring right at prince charming 

and ever since that day you two just got closer and closer, to the point where nanami had asked if you want to his and the rest of history

being a naturally private person, nanami had sat you down to explain that although he supports your business and your hustle, he probably still wants to stay in the background more

so he became known in your fandom as ‘the hot boyfriend with god-like arms’ - since you tend to cling onto his arm whenever you two walk down the streets in your vlogs, or he would reach for you in your videos; showing off his muscles and veins for your thirsty fans to see

has no idea that his cameos would go viral on twitter, and doesn’t understand why you get so huffy and pouty as you go through your feed

instead he’d just let you rant your little heart out as he cuddles you on your couch, humming wordlessly and flipping through the pages of his book with one hand as the other was gently patting your head 

always showers you with attention whenever you get sad and jealous though, reminding you that you are the one for him and that he loves you a lot 

enjoys going shopping with you - doesn’t care that he was getting stares from other customers; since he a huge man standing in an aisle filled with cutely themed outfits

but when he sees you coming from the dressing from, twirling and giggling in excitement to show the outfit off - he can’t help but feel his heart flutter and a loving smile from tugging against the corner of his lips 

he can’t help but fall in love with you all over again, taking your hand in his to help you twirl another time as you laughed in delight; his heart just skipping a few beats at the sound

“well aren’t you the cutest person around?”

takes your pictures for you, and got pretty good at it as well. even helps you come up with cute ideas for your videos

finds nice copyright free music and sends it to you, and helps you research things like new editing styles or new themes you can try for your videos

probably did those ‘500k Boyfriend Reveal Q&A’ with you - because eventually he felt like he doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s embarrassed to be seen with you

plus, you two had been spotted so many times that he just decided that it was easier to show who he was and not have you edit or cover his face up every time you want to post something

even after revealing who he was, he still takes quite a back seat in your vlogs, but he’s supportive in his own way and is more than ready to spend all of his money on things like vacations and cute restaurants for the both of you to try

he loves you, and he loves how much love and attention you want from him; which he is more than ready to give

RYOMEN SUKUNA

if he was in a human au, I am giving him the lowkey basic headcanon that he is a tattoo and piercing artist who runs a store in the city 

you were following one of your friends to get a tattoo done, a design that you had a hand in creating that she wanted to get tatted on her. so she begged you to come along

you had, which was where you were introduced to the heavily tattooed man with sharp yet bright eyes; seeming to have you entranced even as he was working on your friend 

she had, by the way, noticed you two eyeing each other up; and had briefly ‘claimed’ to have left her wallet in her car - so she left you and her bag in the store so she can retrieve it

sukuna, taking the hint, immediately turned on all his charms so he can get to know you better and trying to get your social media or your number

and because you were definitely attracted to this insanely handsome tattoo artist, you had given in; sharing your private instagram so you can text him 

from there he charmed you two to go on a few dates, and after awhile you two became official

finds you quite adorable - you are the soft pastel side to his dark and edgy personality. the true opposite of him that completes him

when he first discovered your platform, he was a little hesitant - it wasn’t because he was private or embarrassed to be with you, it was more so he was worried of what people will people say about you two 

he would never break up with you because of a few messages or ‘threats’ online, but what he was more worried about was you giving into these comments and realising sooner rather than later that he was not in the same league as you

but even if your fans wanted to say anything, they literally have no ground to stand on - because the way he looks at you whenever you vlog with him, to him liking and reposting your posts on his stories, or even him doing stupid tiktok videos or instagram challenges with you; he was literally the perfect boyfriend 

lets you paint his nails whatever colour you want, and in exchange he helps do your makeup; since he’s a tattoo artist, he can do those intricate makeup looks with eyeliner without breaking a sweat

enjoys that you share about him a lot on social media; whether it is thirst traps of him working out or when he’s working on customers, posts about his newest achievements, or even documenting when you got a new piercing or deciding to get a tattoo by your boyfriend - he loves the attention you give him

never stops you whenever you wear short and revealing clothes - whenever he is around you, he will always make sure to protect you. plus, his excuse is that ‘he can fight’

really he enjoys showing off how hot you look, and he himself enjoys just how amazing you look in the clothes you choose. has an entire album on his phone dedicated to you so he can stare at it whenever he misses you

massive simp and quite proud of that fact as well, always spoils you with everything you want - he can never say no to those puppy eyes

wanna read more?  >  jujutsu kaisen masterlist | nanami kento masterlist | ryomen sukuna masterlist 

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[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2 - The Wait

The two of you headed up to the show floor to have a look around, but you were pretty distracted by the thought of what was hiding in your pocket.

"We've walked past like 5 tables that had Stranger Things stuff and you haven't even noticed. Girl, just text him," Rachel said, stopping you in the walkway.

"And look desperate? No way."

"He's Joseph fucking Quinn. And he pursued you. What the hell are you waiting for?"

"Well, if it's a prank I don't know if I want to know. I'm afraid."

"You're being ridiculous, Mack. It's NOT a prank. You saw the lady from the photo booth who handed it to you. She was on official business for sure," she replied with a giggle at her own joke.

"Well, you know he's busy as hell today. He has to fit 3 days' worth of people in because he couldn't be here the whole weekend. Who knows if he will even respond today," you justified, still scared of the outcome.

"Ok, so? He can text you back tomorrow if he's busy today. Besides, he's a man. He already showed interest in you. I bet he's watching his phone like a hawk every chance he gets to look at it. He WILL text back, I know it. DO IT."

You sighed, knowing she wasn't going to drop it at this point. You walked over to a side wall of the show room that was less crowded and pulled out the note and your phone. You glanced around to make sure no one was looking and began adding the number to your contacts. Just to be safe and preserve his anonymity from anyone who may catch a glimpse at your phone screen, you put it under J with a bat and guitar emoji. You shoved the note back in your pocket and opened your messages app. A small sigh snuck its way out of your lungs, your body's attempt to relieve some of your anxiety. Here it goes.

Hey, Joe. It's the girl in the white dress.

Ugh, that sounded stupid. Backspace. After thinking and typing and backspacing and thinking and typing and backspacing, you eventually settled on a text, and tried to make yourself seem confident. After all, he went to the effort to have someone track you down.

Hey, it's the "absolutely beautiful" blonde with black glasses and white dress. You're not so bad yourself.

You smiled to yourself as you hit send. Rachel squealed at your sudden demonstration of confidence and put her hands on your shoulders.

"And now we wait. Let's go grab some lunch before the Q&A panel," she said, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the door. Anyone who didn't know you may have thought the two of you were a lesbian couple, but you both liked it that way. Kept people on their toes.

You and Rachel left the convention center and walked a block up the street to the Hard Rock Café. You ordered and waited for the food to come. Seconds felt like hours and you found yourself playing with your own fingers in anxiousness.

"Hey, it's been like a half an hour. Give it some time," she tried to encourage you.

"I know. It's just now I'm going to be worried waiting for it all day, or possibly longer," you replied as the waitress came to the table with your food. You tried to distract yourself with your salad and the loud music in the restaurant but it didn't really work. Every time your phone would vibrate you would jump and grab it only to see a Facebook notification or a message from your other friend, who sent you a collection of Tik Tok videos every day. You wanted so badly to tell her to lay off for the day so you won't have a stroke, but you knew you couldn't explain. Not yet anyway.

"Like you said, he's really busy today. It will happen."

You were so thankful in that moment that she was here with you instead of you coming to the convention alone. You would be an absolute mess right now if you were by yourself. You finished your food, paid, and headed back to the convention center. You got in line for the panel and it looked like people had already been waiting there for hours to get a good seat. You didn't really care where you sat, you were just glad to be there. You never really traveled far from home other than for family vacations. You lived 4 hours from Philly, and the furthest you had ever traveled by yourself was the 2-hour drive to Pittsburgh. This type of thing wasn't something you did often so you were glad to get what you could.

The doors to the panel hall opened and people flooded inside. When you finally got a seat, it was way off to the left away from the stage, but not everyone got seats so you considered yourself fortunate. After everyone was seated, the announcer came out and introduced Joseph Quinn and Grace Van Dien. The two of them walked on stage and sat on the couch, Joe on the right and Grace on the left. The questions started from the announcer and you listened intently, admiring Joe from afar. The questions and answers started drowning out, and all of your focus was on Joe, just looking at him – his shaggy curly hair he was growing out to film the new Gladiator movie, his black t-shirt and leather jacket, his brown eyes that you could still manage to see from that far away. JEEZUMS. This man wanted you? YOU? You once again felt small all of a sudden and unconfident.

There's no way. Me? Out of all these people here? Yeah right. You thought to yourself, psyching yourself out again that it could have possibly been a prank. It was too good to be true. But that's when something happened. You were staring at Joe, your expression a bit depressed as these questioning thoughts were running through your head, when he caught a glimpse at you through the crowd. At first you weren't sure he as looking at you or someone else, but his eyes locked with yours for what felt like minutes but was more like seconds. You continued to look at him, still in disbelief that he was in fact looking at you. You were proven wrong when he let a small smirk show on his lips and winked. Just then, you KNEW he was looking at you, from all the way across the room. HOW?! How did he find you in this huge crowd? You blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling back and biting your bottom lip a little. You saw his smile grow at the sight.

A question from the announcer pulled his attention away from you, and you exhaled, realizing that you weren't breathing that whole time. You turned to face Rachel who was already looking at you with wide eyes and a smile. You didn't even have to ask. You knew she had seen that whole silent interaction.

"Yeah, he's DEFINITELY going to text you," she whispered in your ear, earning a smile and rosy cheeks from you. The rest of the panel went by in a blur. You were too busy thinking about what just happened to pay much attention. The announcer finished up and dismissed Joe and Grace. As Joe was walking off stage, you saw him pulling his phone out of his pocket just before he disappeared behind the curtain.

"Oh my God, he's checking his phone!" you whisper-shouted to Rachel. She smirked in response.

"Told you."

Story Master List

#joseph quinn #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn rpf #fanfic #fan fiction #eddie munson #stranger things #real person fiction #fluff #convention #writing

[nectar-cellar]

OC Ask: Saeed

Q: So, let’s get to the question. @bastardtrait says “Hewwo” and—

Saeed: What?

Q: Never mind. Saeed, Ron wants to know, what’s your favourite song at the moment? 

Saeed: Ah, excellent question. It’s Everytime We Touch by Cascada! 

Saeed: Such a good song. I heard it recently, err, somewhere, and now it’s stuck in my head all over again. 

Saeed: ‘Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, da-da-da-da-da… 

Saeed: Oh man, it brings me back to my clubbing days. Her sexy voice, it just makes you want to get up and dance, baby!

Q: Where do they still play Cascada at? 

Saeed: What do you mean, where? They should play it everywhere, even at a lounge like this. Shake things up a little. Maybe they’d get more business, eh? [Saeed looks around and shakes his head.] They don’t make hits like that anymore. 

Q: …

Saeed: Ok, I was at Cockatoo’s— 

Q: The gay club? 

Saeed: Blah blah blah. Yes! Gay, straight, disco, hip-hop, whatever. [Saeed waves his hand dismissively.] I don’t care as long as there is a good vibe, ok? That’s what matters.

Saeed: One thing about gay people, they know how to have a party. They know what is good music. And they are very friendly, I have to say.

Q: Why are you— 

Saeed: Look around you! Do you know why this place is dead on a Friday night? This city is not what it used to be. Everywhere, the drinks cost too much, none of the girls will talk to you, and everyone has a stick up their ass. You come, you pay thirty dollars for a cocktail, and you stand in the corner all night like an imbecile. You are sad and alone. That’s the problem with these places, nobody knows how to have fun anymore. I would much rather spend the night with a bunch of gay men. 

Saeed: ...Wait. 

#saeed said gay rights #saeed mansplains things to you

[windsweptinred]

Ok, one more! Desunity ! <3

5. What was the moment for you that made you ship them?

7. What are some good fics for this pairing?

11. do you have a song that reminds you of them?

yeah this is a rec bait 😂 so to balance it out:

What are some headcanons you have? Dealers choice on topic! OR! What do you think Desire first appeared to Unity as? And did Unity start seeing that there's more to Desire than meets the eye before the whole vortex business? and also still dealer's choice

Ah @mashumaru my dear..You always come up with the most amazing array of asks. Thank you ❤️

What was the moment for you that made you ship them?

Listening to Sandra James-Young say 'My golden eyes man' with such softness, such fondness... Such devotion. That made me sit up and pay attention. Up until that point I'd considered Desire and Unity's realtionship similar to the comics. Aka, so beyond not healthy!! But hearing that made me question why Unity would have such love for her 'man' under the circumstances. Why she talked about her beautiful little girl with such a sense of familiarity. The series had changed the dynamic, it intrigued me... And the rest is history.

What are some good fics for this pairing?

Family Matters by Anchanee. I cannot recommend this fic enough. It was one of the very first Desunity fics that didn't make them a side plot to Dreamling, but focused entirely on them. And it is soooooo good! That end chapter will melt you.

Also Miranda by imaginationisrainbowcoloured. God that one hits you right in the feels!

Do you have a song that reminds you of them?

I'd love to be deep and interesting with this answer... But my ultimate Desunity song is 'A little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) by Fergie, GoonRock, and Q-Tip. It was the feature song for the Great Gatsby 2013 remake. And what can I say, the Gatsby is strong with this ship. 😅

Also, also.... And most ironically, Once Upon a Dream. I mean listen to the lyrics,

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream"

I won't take credit for that one though. @ibrithir-was-here pointed out how much their tale is so Sleeping Beauty coded.

What are some headcanons you have? Dealers choice on topic! OR! What do you think Desire first appeared to Unity as? And did Unity start seeing that there's more to Desire than meets the eye before the whole vortex business? and also still dealer's choice.

Oooooo fantastic questions. I'm a ridiculous advocate for 20s 'The illusion of time kept moving' Dreaming courtship for Desire and Unity. So I think when Desire first appeared to the Unity is was in the guise of a dashing, 20s male, bright young thing. Aka, Unity's ultimate 'desire' in a romantic partner at the time.. It also one of my favorite personal headcanons is they went by Epi. (Short for Epithumia... Their Greek name. It's so frikkin adorable to think of Unity calling them that.)

Oh Unity's as sharp as the Corinthian's blades. She definitely caught on Desire was more then meets the eye. Maybe she thought they were a dream or nightmare? Part of me thinks by the time Unity awoke she knew exactly what Desire was, and was purposely vague with Dream to protect them. Did she support Desire's plan... Absolutely not. Was she most likely livid with them... Yup. Did she want to see them hurt, especially once the danger was passed... No. But to back track, yes, I Iove to think that slowly, Unity started to see Desire, accept Desire as their true self. And Desire began to drop the act. And wouldn't that just be a novel experience for Desire, to be loved, not for what they can be... But for themselves.

#Desunity #desire x unity #desire of the endless #unity kincaid #ask game

[absolutebl]

Hello!

I have a Thai language question, I hope that’s ok?

I’m not sure if you’re watching Oh! My sunshine night or if you’ve seen clips, but to my un-trained ear it sounds like Kim and Sun are using “chan” (the feminine 1st person pronoun - sorry if I don’t spell that right) with each other. Is that right?

Love you blog!

Chan When Used By A Male

Delighted.

Ah, yeah chan is taught as the feminine I when we learn Thai, but in practice it's often gender neutral (feminized and soft, but not explicitly female) and used as the I pronoun in several other circumstances.

Remember, like their culture, the Thai language is not binary it exists on a spectrum.

Chan as used by a man/male identified or 3rd gender individual carries with it several connotations depending on status and context: formality, stiffness, old fashioned tone, but also intimacy and even affection:

1. chan/ter - poetry, song

Okay so you will hear this use most often in BL when a character is singing (sigh). So the song at the end of Still 2gether, Tine uses chan/ter. 

This is frozen register, or formerly frozen. Which means it is the language of poetry and song and also legal and to some extent royalty (or old nobility). This is somewhat old fashioned and was one extremely formal. However because of its song/poetry association chan/ter has evolved to being considered somewhat intimate and romantic.

Think of it as a little like thee/thou in English.

Gay couples may adopt chan/ter but they may also use pom/ter & phi/ter or own-name/ter. University age or slightly older. Chan as used my a man seems to be more likely between equal ages who don’t want to use guu/mueng (remember there are personalities who just will NOT do this, it’s too rude) or those who are not vested in the age dynamic as part of their relationship.

Ter as we are usually taught, is third person female (she/her). But in its you form it also has this flexibility around formality and status. It is particularly affectionate in this context and may be translated as "dear" or "babe" or "darling" or "sweetie."

You can see one of the secondary couples in My Secret Love get outed as being in a relationship because of this use of ter. 

2. chan/nai - business relations, organized crime

You'll note this use in mafia dramas, most specifically Kamol in Unforgotten Night. 

He uses chan to refer to himself under most circumstances regardless of power dynamic in terms of subordinates or age or intimacy levels. 

This is a formal/business use of the pronoun. It has very little to do with femininity and more to do with status. Almost like he is so powerful and confident in his masculinity that any association with chan that others may have are irrelevant under the context of a corporate or criminal environment. He uses nai as you with all his male counterparts, including his friends, subordinates, and lover.

Characters will usually be well out of school age when using these pronouns. (Although you can watch poor Q be endlessly confused and experiment with nai in a high school setting because of X’s refusal to use informal register with him even though his is courting Q + older. In 12 Days Theory) 

3. Chan personal choice

So 3rd gender (rarely) or men of a certain somewhat gentlemanly quiet/soft/sweet (but not shy) personality type may opt for chan with friends (including those of a different gender), lovers, or intimates because of the way they feel with that person or because they want an established specialness or gentleness with them.

Example: Peach in Peach of Time uses chan with his dead lover, whom he knows is a ghost. 

It is hard to articulate why, because it’s such an unusual BL, but in this instance it might have something to do with Peach’s need to help YoonOh cross over, and/or with YoonOh being Korean and not Thai.

It's not that Peach is demeaning himself or his status for YoonOh's sake, but that Peach is gentling his own identity to better match YoonOh and also help help himself cope with YoonOh's condition. 

This is likely something the actor himself chose to do, which it may have been intentional or instinctive around Peach’s character. 

(source) 

#Jimmy Karn #Thai BL #Thai linguistics #Peach of Time #Thai pronouns #Unforgotten Night #My Secret Love #Still 2gether #12 Day Theory #12 Days Theory

[royalsunshinehotel]

NSFW Alphabet (ZZ Chatterjee)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think Zay's kinda meticulous. Like in his head, he's got a checklist that he goes through before he can fully wind down and enjoy you. When he gets through it, he just pulls you on top of him and lets himself fall asleep with your weight on top of him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Zay likes his shoulders because you're the perfect height to hang off them. They're wide enough that he could block you from view if he wanted. He really enjoys your hair though. Long or short/ any texture, he will constantly be wanting to put his face in it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like Zayant is really strict with protection. He's always got a barrier between the two of you until he can put a ring on it, ok?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps having this dream where you're eating him alive, but he's having a blast and loving it. It's very bloody, and gory, but man he doesn't know what it means.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He does alright. I feel like before you, he had some sporadic hookups in medical school, just for stress relief. As far as long-term relationships, he really didn't have much to go on.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he's really a fan of hitting it from the back/ spoon fucking. Whatever the case he's all about having the most physical contact as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, he's king of serious. It's all heated, skin on skin, hushed tones. Humor comes later, like at least 9 months in.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps his shit on lock. I feel like he's the type who cuts his hair shorter than he likes it, so he has more time between when he needs to cut it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Zay is a little lacking in communication and intimacy. Things can come off as businesslike and stiff, but he warms for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's soooooo in his head. As a doctor, I feel like jacking off helps him decompress after a shift and to help him get to sleep.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

To be honest, I feel like

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he's got a handful of toys. Like just a few favorites, for himself, because we know he's a bit used to flying solo.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

No, he's got such a business Doctor mindset, he's really not about teasing. You can tease the hell out of him though, he won't touch you without permission.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I'm thinking quieter gasps and grunts, occasionally- a groan.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He always falls asleep quickly after your adult activities, but his last thought before he closes his eyes is always "I'll miss you." Because,

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Decent, I have to say. More of a grower than a shower, but it's exactly what you want.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I feel like he's able to put it in a little box during the day, but the second he's alone with you, depending on the day he's had, he can sink his teeth into you as he pleases.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

We've established that Zay is tightly wound, so with all the pent-up energy, and emotion, he knocks out quickly.

#dr chatterjee #zenday zayant chatterjee #zay chatterjee #wes anderson #dev patel #dev patel alphabet