#borboun

[daisiemays]

for the first time during their interaction, anthony let out a smile. an amused one, ith just the slightest hint of tease. "affect your position? what do you mean by that?" his dark eyes narrowed in an inquisitive expression as he got up from his desk and walked calmly to the bar. from the selection, he picked a borboun e two crystal glasses. "is whiskey alright? neat? on the rocks?" he questioned, lifting the dark bluish bottle so stella could see — it had almost the exact same color as his perfectly tailored suit.

his answer didn’t give her much information, if she was completely honest. it wasn’t going to help her much in trying to figure out what was really going on inside her boss’mind. "i’m sorry to hear that," she said softly. "i guess working sometimes helps." the blonde shrugged awkwardly, not really knowing where that had come from. she nervously tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. her blue gaze followed the direction he pointed, landing on a small bar. "hmm, i guess it’s not going to affect my position or anything if i have one?" she asked, stepping into the room. "thanks, boss"

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[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

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[dailuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu]

How the fuck

How the everloving fuck

Did i end up sitting here drinking borboun with my moms boyfriend

[condemnedcomic]

I feel like she needs a tat on that arm...

[thepalacekeyhole]

Queen Letizia and King Felipe of Spain

[selecticn]

——— Senhoras e senhores, vos apresento FERNANDO JUAN ALFONSO GRANADA DE BORBOUN, PRÍNCIPE DA ESPANHA, um UM vindo diretamente de MADRID. Ele tem 22 ANOS e todos os criados comentam que é idêntico a TIMOTHEE CHALAMET.

 Após seu nascimento, todos duvidaram sobre a vida do pequeno e até então o único filho homem da família real espanhola. O infanto príncipe havia nascido com uma série de problemas respiratórios, se alimentava por uma sonda em sua garganta e demorou muito para demonstrar-se ativo como qualquer outra criança saudável. No entanto, graças a medicina, após alguns meses o jovem Fernando começou a responder aos remédios e tempos após isso fora liberado para viver juntamente com a sua família.

Sua condição de saúde durante seus primeiros meses de vida se fizeram de espelho pelo o resto da sua vida. Dentro da corte fora apelidado de duas formas: Fernando, o Belo; lhe era notável que o jovem rapaz havia ganhado a beleza de sua mãe e isso já lhe garantia flertes de todas as moças de sua idade e Fernando, o frágil em razão da condição que seus próprios pais o colocava. Nunca fez parte do exército e muito menos participou de atividades físicas mesmo que agora tivesse capacidade para isso. O rei ainda temia pela saúde de seu único filho homem e isso incluia em excluí-lo de tudo que pudesse por sua vida em risco. Mas engana-se quem acha que a vida do rapaz fora só mordomias e cuidados; Fernando fora posto a colocar em prática outro músculo: o cerebro. O jovem príncipe passava horas na biblioteca aprendendo tudo que pudesse beneficiá-lo quando um dia fosse se tornar rei e se tornara raro vê-lo em qualquer outro lugar a não ser envolto de livros, páginas e tutores.

Todo aquele conhecimento tornou-se a melhor arma para o príncipe. Fernando consegue se sair muito bem em discussões políticas ou em qualquer outra banal, conseguindo tirar de letra qualquer assunto. Sua opinião sobre a Seleção é um tanto controversa. Se lhe perguntassem sobre a sua opinião sobre o sistema de Castas e como é difundida todo o processo para achar o próximo consorte da atual princesa de Illéa, Fernando diria que é contra, que acha todo o sistema algo bastante saturado e que a forma como é usado para acalmar a população acabou perdendo o seu encanto ao passar dos anos. No entanto sua opinião é meramente pensativa. Ele nunca diria isso em voz alta, pois preza pelo bom relacionamento entre os dois países, como também pela a sua popularidade que terá um dia como governante.

( + ) Tenacioso; benevolente; racional.

( - )  Audacioso; arrogante; orgulhoso.

[lisbetadair]

Because I am a kind person, alone in my soulless hotel room, let me share with you the experience of borboun.

Like many things in my life, I have this glass of borboun because of fandom bullshit, because apropos of Soap McTavish pottering about the fictional Mexican city of Las Almas flirting with his boss over the radio, and hiding in an abandoned bar to escape his pusuers, a discussion of what Ghost drinks comes up, and he says borboun.

Borboun.

Now, I'm not saying no one in the UK drinks borboun, but I have never seen anyone do it. Granted I live in the tartan bedecked, caber-tossing, shortbread munching part of the nation where a preoccupation with scotch whiskey is the cultural norm, but going for borboun drinkers being a minority is the time a challenge to flog a new alcoholic beverage came up on The Apprentice and the candidates never having tried borboun being mentioned, in addition to the barman having to break the seal on the untouched bottle next to two others in the same condition.

I'm just saying Ghost is a freak, just in case the home made skull face mask wasn't a clue.

It's basically whiskey, but also not quite whiskey at the same time. This is sweeter, but still has that fundamental antiseptic whiskey aroma.

It tastes like whiskey too, but milder. A lot of the articles I read about borboun made it out to be very sweet, with a caramel and vanilla etc, but fundamentally, it's just whiskey. Like blended whiskey (Bells, Grouse etc) but smoother, and a little sweeter. I don't hate it, but I'm not thrilled at drinking it. I would drink it again if it was this or the cleaning vodka, say.

Okay there is a sweet aftertaste, but it's still fundamentally weak whiskey.

In conclusion, I'm surprised that this is Ghost's drink of choice. How did he even start drinking it? I like to imagine it was a gift from some American special ops guys (or Kate Laswell, strikes me as a thing she would drink and send to her dear friends from Hereford for Christmas) and he thought why the fuck not?

[chronic-claire-universe]

Congrats for 1k!! your event looks so cool and I’d like to participate if that’s ok ofc

My names cherie, I’m 20 and I go by any pronouns (here you can use she/her it’s perfectly fine)

Im an INTP 5w4, and personality wise I’m sarcastic, teasing, lazy and perhaps a bit condescending 💀

Id like the other person to be smart, also teasing, funny and confident (male character and tokyo rev fandom)

My favorite alcoholic drink is jack daniel honey and non alcoholic probably coffee help

And finally for the kinks femdom/ brat taming/ dumbification/ impact play and praise (I’m a bit nice 😒)

ty and have a nice day <333

Salut Cherie, the Savant Claire Brothel is waiting for you! Are you ready for your shift? Here's your client:

Warnings: Smut, Femdom, Pet Names, Alcohol, Sub!Koko, Choking, Minors DNI, 18+.

Tokyo Revengers: Hajime Kokonoi

"OMG THE RICH BUDDY IS HERE!" you hear the others host scream while you're doing your makeup in the dressing room, "Cherie! Cherie! Is he here again for you?" one of the youngest one asks, making you smirk, "Watch and learn" you say with your confident walk going towards the guy who smirks seeing you going towards him, he knows eyes are all on him, power, money and beauty, he gots them all, he knows it and he could be sworn by people even without paying, but you know what he really desire.

Your reserved but confident walk lessen towards him but before you can make the way towards the people who surrounded Black Dragon's paymaster a man says "Let the little boy have fun with his money, perhaps a real cock can make you feel something manly", smirk on his face and groping your ass, "Mh says the one who comments on others cock, have fun mr manly here" you say taking his hand and gripping it just a bit. "What do we have here?" Koko says, taking your waist and putting you beside him, "Mr manly says to leave you for his bigger cock, sounds fun right Koko?" you say staring into his onix eyes, the smirk never leaving your client who says "Bet that his poor cock will never let have fun you deserve right dove?" he says with confidence while you tight the grip on his broad back, "You're right, let's go".

Back in your prive, you bring the platter, champagne and your usual jack, "Cmon dove, leave the cheap borboun and drink something better, the lowly jack doesn't suit your precious face" he says while caressing you cheek, but before he can kiss you, you stop your hand "Who said you could kiss me pretty boy?" you say tigthening the grip on his wrist making Koko blush, "Oh-oh, sorry dove" he says trying to free himself from your grip but sitting on his lap you block him, "It's mademoiselle cherie for you pretty boy. Understood?2 you say and prolonge yourself towards his lips kissing him deeply, "So bossy around everyone, now look at you! Cock hard just from a kiss" you say while grinding yourself on his growing cock, "Mmm mademoiselle please please, need you" he says already feeling desperate to your teasing, "You know how it works pretty boy" and closing his eyes, he puts his hands ahead and let you handcuff him, "Good boy now lay yourself, lick me if you want to have fun" you say showing your nipples, and Koko putting himself towards your chest start to suck the right one, desperately moaning for you while you tease his clothed tip. A stain appearing on his expensive pants while he sucks, "Ahhh is my pretty boy needy?" a nodd is the only thing that leave his mouth, he knows that if he wants to taste your hole, he has to behave and this is what he does, until you become too sensible, "Good boy" and taking his cock out you take of the fabric prison and jerking it off you hear his half choked moans and pleading him you start to suck it. Koko is impatient his hips rocks unintentionally, he wants his release but before he can shoot float of cum on your throat, you pop his cock out and teasing him you sit on him and say "Now Cherie is going to fuck you" but Koko is desperate, your handling and provocative attitude making his balls tighten letting the boy sob desperately, "Wanna c-cum" is the only things that he can says in between desperate moans. Pinching his nipples you laugh out loud and taking "All these fucking money to crumble over a girl who doesn't give a fuck about it" you say while pouring the champagne in your lips, only for share it in a kiss with him. Desperate for his release he tries to move his hips upwards, "Behave!" you say while bouncing faster on his lenght, "Don't you trust Cherie?" you say while pinching harder on his right nipple, "Answer pretty boy? You think I can't make you cum?" tears now stream from the boy painfully teased by the pleasure sobs "P-please wanna cum with you" his desperate setting the coil in your stomach snaps and make you moan "Cum- cum with me pretty boy", a high pitched moan leaving your mouth and Koko finds himsefl shooting rops of cum inside crying even more for the intensity of the orgasm. "Look at the mess" you say while you sit beside him, "Cherie thanks" he says while trying to give you a loop of 100, "No Koko, I have fun with you" you say while smiling at him and blushing he says "I really would want you to not work in here, full of dangerous people" he mumbles last part, a loud laugh leave your mind while you taste the champagne from his glass and kissing him "Dangerous people eh? Talking about you Koko?".

[thisonesforfanfic]

Light in the Dark (4/?)

Bucky x Reader

A/N: Still not sure if I should put any warnings, please let me know if you think it is needed :)

Summary: You hang out with Steve and Bucky before they have to go back to the field. Not wanting to be alone, you invite them to stay at your apartment and go with you to the train station

Word Count: 1.9k

You asked for the waiter and bartender that you had hired to go home early, and hang the closed sign outside.

Tonight the bar was open only for you and the boys, they were staying only until tomorrow, so you wanted to have some fun, or at least try to. It wasn't the greatest night for any of the involved, your brother was gone, and in the morning the two had to go back to the war, but you still managed to keep yours spirits lifted. You stood in front of them, as the friends sat side by side on the other side of the counter.

You finally got to hear the story behind Steve's unbelievable streght, some of the times Bucky saved him before he had the muscles to back up his courage, along with other heartwarming and funny moments that the two had to share about their childhood.

"Can I ask one last thing before you leave?" You poured some more of your brother's favourite borboun into your and Bucky's cup, as Steve drank his beer

"Whatever you need doll" Steve was curious of what you wanted

"As long as I don't have to change random men's bandages, I'm all for it" Bucky grinned at you

"I don't want to be alone tonight" you put your glass down after a sip, Bucky looked as if he was about to invite himself to your bed "That is, could you sleep in the apartment for tonight?" you arched one eyebrow with a smirk sent his way

"I have to say, it could be worse" you all chuckled as Bucky raised his glass " This one is for Y/B/N. He might not be here today, but we shall drink half of a bottle as he would"

A sad smile took control of your face as you toasted with them, before gulping the drink down, feeling it burn its way through you. "Unh, I think it's best for me to lock up before this goes to my head"

"Easy Y/N, you still have a lot of steps to climb up" Steve chuckled at the pouting face you made at his comment.

A couple of minutes later, you were back upstairs, you told Steve to sleep in your brother's bed, and Bucky to sleep in yours. His heart almost went through his mouth before he realized you intended to sleep on the couch.

"No way doll" he took the sheets you were going to use to cover the sofa from your hands "your bed is only fun with you in it" his whisper sent shivers down your spine, and he smirked when he noticed your pinkish cheeks. "Sleep tight"

"Alright, if any of you need anything, my door is open, good night"

---

The sound of bullets running through the air, smoke all around, blood all over. Loud thomps mixed with painful screams, lightly accompanied by a ring, the explosions were getting closer and louder, the shots more deafening and there was nothing he could do, calling out for help was useless, and no amount of bullets could save him

---

You were woken by him struggling in his sleep. Bucky was sweating like craky, with expressions of pure pain on his face, the sounds coming from him were pure agony. You kneeled beside him and gently stroked his exposed chest

"Hey James, it's me" his face was tortured "It's Y/N, wake up Bucky, please.... It's just a dream"

He practically jumped up, sitting on the couch with  very heavy breathing

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here" he looked at you with the dim light coming from the window contouring your face "Bad dreams?" you smiled, but he waited for his breathing to become stable before talking

"I didn't mean to wake y-" you immediatly came up with something

"I was just going for a glass of water, and I heard you" you put your hands on his face "How bad was it?"

"I don't really want to upset you with it" he took your hands on his, away from his face, so he could look the other way, embarassed of the situation

"Come here" you said softly, got up and offered a hand to help him stand "I know just the thing to help you sleep well" he was hesitant, not sure what you meant "come on Bucky"

He couldn't resist his name on your lips, it sounded so sweet and smooth, he then followed into your room.

"Remember our nights under the stars?" Bucky nodded as he layed in bed, with you next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, he put his arms around you "Imagine that, like nothing else mattered. Imagine those stars shining above us now"

Bucky closed his eyes, remembering how calm you made him feel on those moments, alone with you on his arms, your sweet laugh and his silly stories, the dreams you both had, what you would do after the war.

You felt his tension loosen underneath and continued "Even when we can't see them, they are right over us. The jokes you told, our dreams, those quiet seconds in between. There may be rain storms, whatever it is, but the good memories will always be there with you, even if you can't remember them straight away"

You paused to glance at him, just to see him looking back. You smiled and kept going

"That will always be a safe place your mind can go to"

"Thanks doll" he took a deep breath letting out a small chuckle "Had I known a nightmare was all it took for you to call me Bucky, I would've had one earlier" you laughed along

"Well, don't get used to it just yet James" His chuckles were silenced by your words "Maybe when you come back you'll hear it some more. Now, let's get some sleep okay?"

"M-hm, goodnight doll" he kissed you on the forehead and both of you were quickly back asleep.

The light was creeping through the window as you watched Bucky sleeping beneath you, it was all a beautiful sight, he looked so peaceful, so much better than last night.

"Good morning beautiful" his voice was husky as he sent a sleepy smile your way "what are you doing?"

"Just enjoying the view" you giggled as his cheeks blushed slightly "C'mon now, I'll make some breakfast for you boys" you got up, but Bucky just stayed in bed, watching you as the morning light met your skin, how beautiful your hair looked when you let it down, softly brushing against your sholders. His mesmerized stare made you blush as well, trying to brush it off, you skipped out of the room "I will be damned if you boys get on that train on empty stomachs!"

Bucky laughed and slowly sat on the bed.

"I love you Y/N" he whispered, only for him to hear

After breakfast, the boys took turns to wash up before getting ready. When Steve was in the shower, you called Bucky into your room again, he had a grin stamped on his face, just waiting for you to lean in and kiss him, you surprised him, however, with your brother's knife.

"I want you to have this" you looked him dead serious "And before you say you can't take it, I want it to protect you when you need it, just like my brother did" Bucky started chewing on his lower lip and your eyes welled up with tears

"I'll take it doll, come here" he pulled you in for a hug and gently wiped away the tears falling on your cheeks "and I'll bring it back for you, okay?" you nodded

----

"Steve, can you do me a favor?" you asked the blond as you were walking into the train station

"Sure thing doll, whatever you need"

"If this one gets hurt, let me know so I can punch him when he gets back" you pointed at Bucky

The trio laughed as you walked into a sea of soldiers accompanied by families and friends.

"I'm gonna miss you two" you said as you watched couples saying goodbye to eachother

"We'll be back before you know it Y/N" Steve pulled you under his arm "you'll be so busy working you won't even remember we exist"

You scoffed "how dare you?" making an overly dramatic face "I could never forget the man who jumped off a plane on his own to save my brother" you paused, glancing over at Bucky "Oh yeah, and the walking flirt too"

Steve bursted into laughter and Bucky tried to hide his chuckles with a pout. The happy sounds are interrupted by the first whistle, signaling the train was leaving soon.

Your grin fades as you hugged Steve goodbye "I'm gonna miss you so much" you kept repeating that, no other words were coming to you as you tried to say goodbye.

"We'll be back before you know it" He kissed your forehead before pulling away and looking you dead in the eye "Are you sure you'll be okay? We can figure out a way to stay here if you need to"

His words were genuine and filled with pain, afraid to leave you after what you had just learnt.

"I'll be fine Steve, don't worry about me" You smiled at him, trying to hide the anxiety you were feeling "I mean, I would love to have these hugs everyday, but I'm pretty sure Miss Carter would send someone to kill me for it" He shook his head laughing and you turned to Bucky

He had his classic smirk on his face, but his eyes were softer than usual, those crystal blue eyes looking into your Y/E/C ones were making your heart melt

"Now... I got a question" Bucky asked as you put your arms around his neck to hug him

"Yes James?" you saw his eyebrows frown at his name before he put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer, attaching his lips to your cheek

"If I'm getting a hug now, what will be my reward when I come back?" his low voice sent a shiver down your spine, he noticed and chuckled "Hm doll?"

"Uhm, well..." You pulled away with a finger on your chin, as you carefully thought about your next words "First, I'll need proof of your heroic act" you raised your eyebrows with a smirk "then maybe I'll let you get that kiss you've been trying to steal"

His eyes widened as he glanced at Steve "You heard that, right?" His best friend nodded with a smile on his face "You'll be the one responsible of proof, punk"

"Jerk" Steve laughed the second whistle blew

"You sure you I can't steal it right now doll?" Bucky looked at you with puppy eyes, tempting you to the core.

"You know the drill soldier, first the task, then the reward" you winked at him, then your whole body tensed "You better come home safe" you glanced at the two soldiers "Both of you" the words leaving your mouth were in between a cry and a threat. You gave each of them a kiss on the cheek, and the boys ran into the train before the third blow.

You stood there, holding your mother's pendant thightly, as the train slowly left the station. When it was gone, the tears took over your face

Come home to me Bucky

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Thanks for reading!

[dreamsthatmakeusreal]

hello i am here for my monthly check in -

holy shit what the fuck is happening here lolol

imma need more borboun for this

[zacx-yang]

@lupe-lmendiola

Um dos momentos favoritos de Zachary Yang naquele bar, era quando as portas se fechavam e ele finalmente tinha algum momento de silêncio sem que ninguém o pedisse um whisky, um borboun ou o seu número. Não que ele se incomodasse muito em servir os dois primeiros. Todavia, o último o deixava impaciente. Embora acabasse sempre saindo com uma cliente ou outra, Zach odiava a sensação posterior, como se ele tivesse cedido a pequena luxuria das meninas ricas da cidade onde “flertar com o barman” era quase engraçado. Outra coisa que fazia com que o rapaz gostasse dos finais de expediente era que esses coincidiam com o tempo em que ele e Guadalupe, sua melhor amiga, tinham tempo de revisar o dia e rir das cenas estúpidas que viam no local, embora essa segunda parte fosse mais dele do que dela. 

Apoiou os cotovelos no balcão, inclinando o corpo para frente, para fitar a latina e lhe fazer uma careta. - Então...Quantos números para o lixo você conseguiu hoje? Eu tenho dezesseis. 

[glaciallakesdistillery]

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