#especially my ladies out there don't let men have all the fun

[weirdmorefics]

Can you make a fic where the Bridgerton sister gets high or drunk, and Colin and Benedict try to get her out of trouble???

A/N- Yes I can! I love this idea especially since I am the little sister with an overprotective big sister.

Readers' Pronouns- She/her

Word Count- 1292

Summary- Reader sneaks a few too many drinks at Daphne's debut ball.

An Average Bridgerton Ball

"Can this ball get any more dreadful," Eloise groans.

Benedict points to Daphne, "That is going to be you soon so I'd say these events soon will get even more dreadful."

Mother approaches the pair and worriedly asks, "Has anyone seen Y/n? I don't want her to miss Daphne's debut! I am sure she is going to be crowned the diamond of the season the way the queen has been eyeing all night!"

"I do not know Mama, we are not her keepers," Eloise moans.

"I do not envy any man who wishes to court you," Violet's face tightens but Eloise pays no attention to the reaction and Benedict stifles a laugh. "Let me know if you see her, I'll be with Daphne and Anthony," she sighs and walks away.

Shortly after Penelope joins the pair of siblings dragging a giggling Y/n behind her.

"Y/n you must regale to us what is so humorous," Benedict looks at Y/n bemused.

"I regret to inform you but I don't think Y/n even knows why she is laughing," Penelope frowns. "You have to get her out of here before she ends up the headline of Lady Whistledowns next piece."

Colin arrives at the tail end of Penelope's sentence, "Mother wanted me to help you two look for Y/n but it seems you two beat me to the punch... oh my god. Is she sloshed?"

"It appears so," Benedict's smile grows.

"Well, this ball just got a lot more entertaining," Eloise smirks.

"Sloshed, is such a funny word," she giggles. "We should get sloshed more so we can say sloshed all the time," Y/n slurs. "Next round of drinks on me!"

"Y/n sweetie, it's an open bar," Penelope treats her like a child.

"One she clearly made good use of," Benedict raises his glass in awe. "My little sister is growing up."

"I am so grown, you are so right," she slurs. "Mother she doesn't see that, she thinks I'm so immature," she whines. "It's always be more like Daphne, men like well-spoken girls and well-rounded girls, not girls who spend all their days in the horse's stables," she mimics their mother's voice. Y/n points her hand to the sky in declaration, "I'll show her, I'll gather more suitors tonight than Daphne will the entire season."

"I do not think sober Y/n would agree with that decision," Colin rationalizes.

"Sober Y/n is no fun, she lets Mother walk all over her," Y/n frowns. "Sober Y/n needs to learn a lesson or two from Eloise and not care what Mother thinks, but she needed some liquid courage."

"Why is drunk Y/n talking in the third person," Eloise smiles.

"Dissociation my darling sister," she squishes Eloise's face as Eloise rolls her eyes. "You should try it sometime. Like right now I am going to tell Mama that I wish not to be married but horseride competitively and I am not even nervous."

Y/n turns to walk away but drunkenly stumbles nearly falling to the floor.

Benedict luckily catches her arm before she face plants onto the floor, "I have to say I am quite fond of drunk Y/n."

"Well, I am certainly not! Anthony will kill us if he sees Y/n in this state," Colin says worriedly.

"Oh, I do hope so!," Y/n smiles. "Drinks and a show would be fabulous!"

"You've had enough drinks for a lifetime," Colin groans.

"As much as I hate to admit this, Colin is right Anthony and Mother will kill us if they see Y/n in this state. Pen is also right if Lady Whistledown gets wind of this we will never hear the end of it and will be held prisoner in the house until we are to be wed," Eloise frowns.

Colin and Benedict shiver at the idea of being grounded to the house. Y/n is completely unaffected by the conversation and her eyes follow the appetizer plates the servants walk around with. She tries to walk away yet again from her siblings to indulge in the variety of savory foods but is tugged back to Benedict's side with a grunt.

Colin sighs, "There's no way we can get out of here with her without causing a scene. I mean look at her," he gestures to Y/n who is currently trying to see how loud she can belch.

Penelope smiles, "I may have an idea."

"Yes, Pen for the win! I will always be superior in smarts and friends," Eloise quips.

Colin groans, "Now is not the time Eloise. What's the plan Pen?"

"Men can never resist a damsel in distress-" she is quickly cut off by Eloise.

"No Pen where is this going?"

She sighs, "As I was saying men can't resist a damsel in distress and your sister is about to be crowned diamond which makes you a jewel yourself Eloise." Eloise groans in response but Penelope continues on in stride, " Just do some light swooning on the dance floor and the suitors will come flocking."

"Maybe being trapped in the house with Mama forever is better," she grimaces.

"No, no, no. Eloise just think of all those forced piano and etiquette lessons with Mother permanently on loop," Benedict annunciates.

Eloise takes a deep breath and looks Y/n straight in the eyes, "Sober Y/n owes me big time!"

"She makes no promises," Y/n giggles.

Eloise sighs enters the crowd of dancers and makes a big show of fanning herself and loudly announces that she feels very faint. Men of course flock to her offering her a hand or handkerchiefs to fan herself with.

"She is oddly very good at that," Benedict admires.

Colin rolls his eyes, "Come on help me get Y/n out of here she is a lot stronger than she looks."

"I want to watch the show," she whines making herself as heavy as possible as Colin tries to drag her by the arm.

Benedict laughs and throws her over his shoulders since everyone is too busy watching Eloise be uncharacteristically charming.

Y/n kicks her feet wildly, "You are no fun!"

"I pride myself on being the most fun sibling actually but it seems you are taking the crown right now I do think that hangover in the morning will make you give the crown back though," he smiles wickedly and Y/n huffs in response.

"Less bickering more escaping," Colin chastises.

"He's definitely never the fun sibling, " Y/n shakes her head.

Colin growls, "At least I got you out of the ball unnoticed."

"Hate to break it to you but that was all Penelope," Benedict smirks as he sets Y/n down.

Colin rolls his eyes for the millionth time that night but is interrupted by Y/n running off.

"Look pretty flowers," she swoons.

"Man she is fast," Benedict watches.

"Aren't you going to catch her!" Colin points.

"I carried her out here," he defends.

Colin sighs and has to chase Y/n around the garden for a good ten minutes until they successfully push her into the carriage. She passes out shortly after getting into the carriage.

"Well that was certainly one way to perk up tonight's boring ball," Benedict smiles.

Colin shakes his head still out of breath from chasing her around the garden, "You are carrying in the house."

"Am I now? Care to wager? How about an arm wrestle match?" Benedict bargains

"You're on!" Colin says determined. He of course loses the first round and declares best of three and still loses...

Safe to say, Eloise, Colin, and Benedict got their revenge on Y/n by making her torturous hangover ten times worse.

[propheticbride]

Lamb to Slaughter Ⅳ

𐙚 Aegon and Aemond's personal war over you escalates as the truth of Aegon's crowning becomes true to you.

𐙚 Aegon x Reader/Aemond x Reader (tw: incest mention)

(AN- remember when I said lamb is gonna start getting her own personality... ☝🏻)

“I feel sad about Jaehaerys.” Helaena mumbles. You hand her back the small boy’s toy. A wooden dragon styled after Dreamfyre, Helaena’s personal mount. “Mm, but I ought not to, I think. People die all the time, especially babes.”

You nod, “They’re so little, so they’re taken so easily.”

She glances at you as you respond. “Sadness is a condition of motherhood, or so mother thinks. When you were born, she cried so much holding you.” Helaena speaks in a pained tone. “She could not care for us much when you were brought into the world. She loved you so.”

“There’s naught to be gained from it.” you shake your head.

Helaena does a rare thing, she reaches for you, and holds eye contact. “That horrid procession where the smallfolk all stared at me. I warrant they thought I had no more right to grief than they do. Surely they lose their babes more than highborn ladies.”

“No.” you shake your head and take a deep breath, holding her hands back. “The Stranger comes for us all…queen and commoner alike. You have as much claim to grief as anyone.”

“And you?” she asks.

“I loved Jaehaerys, but my concern has been for you. It broke my heart to hear what they put you through.” you insist. “Helaena, I…”

“I forgive you.” she breaks the physical contact and walks away, quickly glancing back at you.

“What?”

“I said that I forgive you.” she nods, a faint smile on her face.

“For what?”

“Sleeping with Aegon.” she spits out. She looks dazed for a brief moment, almost like she cannot fathom the words she had just spoken.

“Helaena…I haven't-”

“Mother told me. Weeks ago. After Jaehaerys was murdered…I heard Aegon had taken someone new to bed, but I did not imagine it would be you.” Helaena saw things, you knew it, but even she couldn't have seen this coming.

“I don't know what to say.” you admit.

“Do you feel sorry?” she asks.

“No.” you shake your head. “Helaena, his heir was murdered, and unless you are able to provide another, there is not much to secure your place beside him.”

The words simply bleed out, you’re not sure if you mean them or not. So much is happening so quickly and you cannot deny it. You have become Aegon’s lover, and he wasn't shy about finishing inside you. So where did Helaena fit into all of this?

“That was mean.” she grimaces.

“I am sorry, but I only speak the truth.”

✮⋆˙

“Drinks for all! At the pleasure of the crown!”

The entire brothel roared for Aegon, his little men following close behind.

“Woo! At the pleasure of the crown!” someone shouted.

“Sit down. Sit yourself down.” Aegon demands Ser Martyn’s squire. “Drink the wine, boy. Drink it now!”

“So what did your little queen say when you told her where you were going tonight?” Martyn sips his alcohol.

“She does not know?” Leon Estermont asks after watching Aegon’s smile spread into a wide grin.

“Why would I tell her where I am going…she does not tell me when she fucks my brother.” Aegon laughs.

“She's sharing both of your beds?” Martyn questions, a little confused on the way the Targaryens work.

“Oh I let her have her fun, she can not be glued to my cock forever can she. If she wishes to use that hound as a toy, why should I complain?” Aegon tries to convince himself that jealousy isn't there. That Aemond doesn't stare him down in the counsels or the halls when they pass. Oh well.

“Did I, did I tell you I came here as a lad?” Aegon asks the squire again. “It’s, mm, a little tame, but a good a place as any to get it wet. I know just the tutor for you, my boy.”

“Is it your toy?” Leon jokes.

The joke stabs at Aegon, but he simply laughs it off. “The blood of the dragon is not for…lesser men.”

His knights burst out into laughter as Aegon grabs the young squire and begins dragging him around room to room.

“She’s worth three times the price.” Aegon states cheerfully. “Her name is, uh, Sylvi. Or Selyse or, I don’t know, something like that.”

Aegon violently pulls apart two curtains, the white hair of the man looks familiar and follows Sylvi immediately lying up.

“Your grace.” she says.

Aemond shoots up and turns around, color leaving his face.

“Aemond, the fierce!” Aegon giggles out, he is the only one. “You have come so far, and, and yet you still lie with your very first.”

Aemond lays his arms on his knees, keeping his gaze strictly to the bed. He's embarrassed. More embarrassed then when he found out you had taken to Aegon’s bed following your first night together.

“Did you fuck her like a hound?” Aegon asks, following barking like a dog at his brother.

Both the knights and Sylvi were quiet, only glaring at Aegon and softly glancing at Aemond’s huddled form.

“Does she know you spend your time here? Oh do you think she'd fuck you again if she knew you spent time with your whore?”

“Again?” Aemond questions.

“Oh save it brother, I am well aware you have touched our little lamb, but that does not matter I do not care.” Aegon assures him. “But do you think she would share your bed if she knew where you spent your time? Do you think she would have even entered mine, if you had just stayed in hers?”

“This isn't about-”

“Oh yes it is you stupid dog.” Aegon laughs. “Why is it that you give me looks, and that you cannot make eye contact with me. You do not attend dinners anymore, nor does the lamb see you often. Of course it is about her. Would you even be with this whore if it weren't for your feelings of our lamb?”

“Our lamb?” Aemond is angry now.

“Yes, our lamb.” Aegon laughs. “You see, I do not exaggerate. Such is the madam’s prowess, that even now my brother will not sample another. Even my little sister is left bedded alone. Hard luck for your squire, though! As you can see, she…she’s now very much occupied.”

Aemond stands, his body in full view. “Your squire is welcome to her.”

Aegon glances up at him.

“One whore is as good as another.” Aemond steps off the bed and disappears into the brothel.

✮⋆˙

“Fuck.” Alicent breathes. “Fuck!”

“Mother?” you enter her chambers.

She looks disheveled, as she's tearing apart her private room.

“Rhaenyra’s dragons are restless. They smell battle.” Alicent cries. “Perhaps we will all die and none of this will matter anyways.”

“Mother?”

“Rhaenyra. Aegon. Fuck.” she immediately plants herself in the cushioned seat, her head in her hands.

“What is it?” you ask again.

“Where is Aegon?” Alicent looks up.

“Out, he said he was partying with his squires.” you reply.

“And where is this partying taking place?”

“I do not know.” you admit. “Aemond is gone as well.”

“Helaena?”

“Asleep. You told her that Aegon has taken me to bed. Am I not your baby no longer?” you sound hurt.

“My love-”

You sheethe away from her touch. A pout splays across her face, she looks hurt that for the first time, you have denied her affection.

“You said you loved me but you immediately ran to my sister to tell her of my doings! You knew that and in confidence perhaps you have betrayed me.” you shake your head. Who could you trust?

“You do not-”

“I will tell Aegon.” you say.

“You cannot.” your mother shakes her head, protesting.

“Yes I can. I have his ear. And I have his bed. Those are two positions of power you are not granted.” you remind her. “As Queen you were powerful perhaps. But now you are the King’s mother. There is not much power there I’m afraid.”

“I saw Rhaenyra.” she admits.

You look at her, as if she was a stranger. “You’ve done what?”

“My love-”

“Do you betray him at the very last? Aegon is your son, meeting with the enemy could be considered-”

“Treason, I am aware. She was dressed as a septa, she snuck into the sept-”

“And you did not scream for the guards? Are you without a voice?” you demand. “Are you?”

Tears swell in Alicent’s eyes. “I have made a grave mistake.”

“What mistake do you speak of?”

“Your father did not change his mind.” Alicent spoke codly. “He did not want Aegon as king-”

“Be quiet.” you say.

“But-”

“Stop!” you shake your head. “You have committed treason at the highest of offenses. Meeting with the enemy, and now you speak that Aegon is not the true king?”

“The Prince That Was Promised.” Alicent whispered.

“What?”

“He…spoke of the Song of Ice and Fire. This prophecy with Aegon the Conqueror.” Alicent nods to you, watching you take in all of the information.

“There’s been a mistake?” you ask.

“There’s been no mistake.” Alicent speaks coldly. “A terrible war is looming, and even victory may be so bloody as to be counted a loss. Cole is on the march, and Aemond…he is a monster and even you know this. You will continue to occupy Aegon’s bed, make him happy and perhaps maybe you will keep his ear. It will be needed in this brutal war to come.” Alicent kisses your forehead. “I wish for us to stay on the same side, our desires and beliefs as one. It was wrong for me to go to Helaena, you are my baby still. I hope you can forgive my transgressions, and keep this between us. If your brother found out.-”

“You mean when my brother finds out?” you pull from her hold.

[vincentbriggs]

Hello! Transfem person here. I haven't started HRT yet, but want to procure a 1730s menswear suit (actually decided based on your video). I would prefer not to wait for it if possible, since I don't know when HRT is going to be possible. I am, however, a little concerned about my bust size changing and affecting the fit of the waistcoat. Is that decade usually pretty forgiving in it's tailoring? I am also considering having the upper back tie like some later waistcoats to accommodate if necessary (even if it's not entirely historical), but I figured I would ask you.

Thank you!

Hello! Ooh yay! Not enough people do early 18th century, so I'm delighted to hear that! (Link to the 1730's suit mentioned.)

I think the fit would be affected, yeah. The sides of the waistcoat are easy enough to let out (and we have extant examples of waistcoats with an extra strip of fabric added into the side seam) but the curve of the front is pretty important to how it sits on you. But then, it is fashionable in that era to leave quite a lot of the top portion unbuttoned, so maaaybe you could get away with it not fitting as well, depending on what changed and how much?

Regarding the adjustability of waistcoats, some of the earlier ones actually do have lacing in the back! This red one is an especially nice example, and it's separate all the way to the top.

(c. 1740's, V&A) (Though you also do see ones with the back hacked up and a bunch of ties that were likely added by Victorians for their fancy dress parties.)

The breeches also have adjustable waistbands, of course, so I think the hardest part to alter would be the coat. The back vent is edge to edge, so there's no overlap to sneak a bit more width out of, and letting out the side seams would require re-doing those massive pleats, which were the part I found the most difficult when making my coat. But fortunately those coats were worn open a lot of the time, so even if they're not quite right when buttoned, they should still look ok unbuttoned.

It's very difficult to predict how the fit will be affected, since HRT is different for everyone and things keep changing years down the line. (One comment on this post talks about suddenly getting more breast and hip growth after 7, 12, and 14 years.)

I only have experience from the transmasc side of things, and alas, I very much did outgrow all my old waistcoats and coats. My 1730's suit needs alterations, because the waistcoat is a bit too small, and the coat seams could use a bit of letting out too. (I made those the year after top surgery, but my ribcage kept expanding and my posture improving for quite a while.)

I've been putting it off because alterations are boring :/ My pre-top surgery waistcoats are all way too small across the chest even though material was removed, because my posture was kinda bad and I didn't even notice it, and I expect that the opposite could also lead to the same sort of better posture from more confidence & comfort.

But bodies keep changing forever anyways, even without transitioning. Plenty of cis people can't fit into the things they sewed when they were younger, so we may as well make things to fit us now. Perhaps you could make the suit now, but use a not-too-expensive fabric, and then maybe alter it later, or make a newer and better one with the experience you gained from the first one!

Also I know you specifically said menswear suit, but I want to add the fun fact that women's riding habits in this era looked extremely similar to men's suits!

(Left: Maria Amalia von Habsburg by Franz Joseph Winter, right: Member of the Van der Mersch Family by Cornelis Troost.)

As far as I can tell, the main differences are that the riding habits have a petticoat instead of breeches, and are made to fit over stays.

(Empress Elisabeth Christine in riding costume, unknown artist.)

So similar, in fact, that this portrait of a young lady in a riding habit was misidentified as a young man!

Most of the petticoat is out of frame, but you can still see that it's not beeches, and the stays shape is pretty obvious. Very silly of Sotheby's not to notice!

I have no idea if you're interested in wearing a riding habit, and I'm not sure how difficult it would be to alter the somewhat looser men's coat to fit over stays, but thought I ought to mention it.

[yallemagne]

why does sleepwalking women and gothic horror go hand in hand

You asking me?

The answer is voyeurism.

Here's the thing about gendered horror: the goddamn eroticism. You can't escape it, people want to get their rocks off even when they're terrified-- especially when they're terrified! It's such popular imagery because of the intimacy of a woman with all her hair let down in only a white nightgown highlighted by the pale moonlight. A nightgown is very innocent in its intimacy, there's nothing inherently sexual about it, but that just gets people even more horny! No structured garments underneath-- she's wearing breeches obviously but shhh no she's totally naked save for some sheer billowing fabric.

EDIT: oh my god blah blah blah "breeches! actually she wouldn't be wearing those!! oh my god, they got it wrong, just shoot them in the streets, your honour!" FINE SHE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES UNDER THERE, GOOD FOR YOU YOU GOT ME.

Gasp! Unprotected purity! I sure hope no dastardly villain tarnishes this woman! (they do. they do hope for that actually)

This isn't a very fun answer, is it? But it's worth saying. Horror explicitly involving women tends to be very visual with plenty of (arguably) sexual imagery. Men get the mindboggling horrors inconceivable to the human psyche while women are limited to being eye candy who faint before their minds can even be boggled (no that isn't a euphemism). Even when the women in question previously had a larger role in the story than "sexy lamp", pop culture will be quick to reframe it in the way that has the most sex appeal.

But like... let's take the woman's perspective: you're in a state of undress and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's dark and anyone lurking around at this time might very well have bad intentions, and they might turn those bad intentions on you. And you'll be blamed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong dress. Terrifying. And people don't really appreciate the terror of it because... it's pretty, isn't it?

But then Lucy is weeping in her sleep, and Mina is covering her feet in mud for propriety. Because who knows what a man will do to them if he sees her naked feet? They're both cowering in fear hoping a drunken man doesn't take notice of them. Because who knows what he'll do to them if he sees two young ladies out at night? They're sweating from not just exertion but stress, and their messy hair clings to their frightened faces. They cannot tell anyone. Because who knows what toll this night might take on their good reputations?

It's not pretty. There's no see-through dresses (seriously their nightgowns are made of fucking linen, not organza), no flowing locks, no full faces of makeup, just pure society-ingrained horror.

But cis men don't typically understand that horror because they aren't usually victim to it. It honestly makes me sad and angry that the imagery is so prominent (and in such a watered-down and bland "sexy" way) because it reduces the actual horror these two protagonists face to nothing more than an audience's voyeuristic fantasy in which the women are only objects to be gawked at. The danger is reframed as tantalizing and enticing "ooo good girls (unknowingly) being bad in their sleep!" rather than... they could have fucking died. Or worse.

... But I still want to draw my girls (Jonathan, Mina, and Lucy) in cute nightgowns, so I'll bite my tongue.

[haveihitanerve]

I just woke up and got stuff to do today so this ask will probably be short.

Bruce "Anxiety is my strength" Wayne being groped by different men and women at a gala but doing nothing to stop them despite being uncomfortable because Brucie Wayne is a playboy who wouldn't care—who would love the attention.

His children have a problem with that mentality. All of them (the main 7 at least: Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Steph, Cass, Damian).

mmmm. this you? anyway lets answer-

Damian was bored. This was nothing new, at least, not concerning Gotham's elite. Gala's were the epitome of horrible boringness, but he did understand the need for them. The need for enforcing their public personas. Didn't mean knowing the reason and knowing it was logical made it any more fun.

He drifted over to his eldest two brothers side, as the two had congregated over by the wall, watching the dance floor critically. It was rare to see them together at functions like this, especially this high profile of a Gala, not because they didn't like each other (anymore) but more because everyone usually spread out, endorsing different parts of Wayne Enterprises and wooing the guests in different ways. To gather meant not doing that. To gather showed regrouping, showed disinterest in the guests.

"What are you doing?" Damian asked, joining them. Though it was wrong for three of them to be off the dance floor and not mingling, he couldn't help it. He would never admit it, but his siblings were the most interesting people here. "Watching Bruce." Dick answered grimly, indeed not taking his eyes off his father.

"Jay we have to do something." Jason ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, and shrugged at his brother, though it clearly annoyed him as much as it did Dick whatever they were discussing.

"Do what?" He asked, throwing up a hand. "We can't intercede or Bruce will skin us. You know he'll always take everything so we don't have to." Dick gritted his teeth.

"He shouldn't." He bit out. Jason's look was sympathetic. "When's the last time you were groped Dick?" His voice was soft. Damian glanced up in shock and disgust. Dick's head dropped and Jason laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"What is going on?" Damian repeated, now a little concerned. "Dad is letting himself get touched." Tim answered grimly, appearing from the shadows, Steph trailing behind him.

"He does this every time." She said, both trying to appear like it was no big deal, and also seeming like she'd like to kill everyone in the vicinity. Steph maneuvered her way to Damian's side, tugging him against her. "Having fun?" She asked, keeping one hand firmly on his shoulder as an older lady approached.

"So much." He returned, monotone. Steph snorted, snagging a glass of wine off a nearby servers tray. "Tell me about it. Trust me, it gets so fun when you actually get to drink at these things." She tipped the glass back, draining it.

"Bruce catches you doing that and he'll beat you." Dick warned, experience clear on his face. Steph snorted. "To do that he'd need to separate himself from the crowd. And we all know he won't be doing that." The words made everyone fall silent again, but Jason still nudged her in the side.

"I'd still watch it. B keeps a tally. If he sees it, you'll get it later." Steph rolled her eyes, but Damian noted she did not grab another drink. "I'll go dance with him." She announced finally, after they had observed Bruce get groped a few more times and either lean into it or laugh it off.

"Right into the lions den?" Dick asked with a wince. Steph shrugged, stepping away from Damian and pushing him into Tim, like she needed a second detached from all others to prepare herself, and needed him to be as far away as possible when she did. Tim's hands tightened on his shoulders, and Damian leaned further back, allowing himself to be engulfed by the strength and smell of his big brother.

Steph rolled back her shoulders, nodded to them, and strode off, head held high, shoulders back, walk direct. Bruce's eyes widened as she approached and even from this far away Damian could read the fear and threat in his eyes. Steph disregarded both, muttering something in his ear as she spun him away from the new round of people trying to grab him, spinning him onto the dance floor.

Bruce dipped his head to say something in response, and Dick hissed. "Babs." Tim explained quietly at Damian's confusion. "Steph say something good?" Jason asked mildly. Dick offered a slightly less haunted smile back. "He said he's been counting her drinks and he hopes she can still hold a staff by the end of the night because she'll be sparring with him for as many minutes as she had ounces." Jason hissed through his teeth. Dick's smile grew. "She answered that she's been keeping a tally too. And for every person he lets touch him, she gets one of us on her team." Jason whistled through his teeth as Tim choked on his drink.

Dick cocked his head, getting new intel. "Ooooh she's just upped it- for every ten people that he lets touch him she gets an extra teammate." Tim snorted. "Bruce had already let way too many people. That's at least four of us against him."

"He can take it." Jason answered back coldly. "If he's so keen on having so many people touch him I'm sure having four of his kids do so won't be a problem." Dick's smile was downright masochistic as he watched his father.

"He won't be able to walk." Dick informed them had been Barbara's verdict. "Good." Tim returned. "It's better it's because of us than it's because of any of them." Damian shuddered and his brother pulled him impossibly closer.

The dance had finished and Steph stepped away, giving Bruce a mock bow. He returned it, stiff, and shot a glance in their direction. Jason lifted a glass in lazy salute, tipping it back. Dick and Tim followed suit. Bruce's eyes narrowed. Before someone else could snatch him up, Cass was there, leading him in a second dance, and if Steph could hold the people at bay, Cass most certainly could.

She returned to their sides, bearing a whole tray of drinks. "Come on lads, drink your share," She hefted the tray higher, and everyone snagged one. (except Damian, she had grabbed him a juice box from behind the bar) "all of us drunk against B? What could possibly go wrong?" Dick snorted and Jason let out a chuckle.

Tim clinked his glass against hers. "If all goes right," he answered grimly. "You'll be the only drunk one fighting him." The mood grew a tad more somber, then Jason clinked his glass against Tim's. "I'll drink to that." Dick agreed. "Pray on my downfall i guess." Steph muttered, but she put her glass in too, and when they drank, she drank along.

[juniperdugong]

Couple Costumes Maknae Line ver.

What you guys would wear as a couple on Halloween and how they react!! || 95s || 96s || 97s || Maknae line || A/N: I tried to make these examples as inclusive as possible, if you don't like that THEN GET OUT! Also, the characters or costumes I mention DO NOT correlate to the boys' personalities and this is all just for some silly Halloween fun! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ART, all credit goes to their respective artists!

Seungkwan Sun & Moon/Doraemon

He's another one who thinks it's silly at first but puts up with it because it's you! Really, for such an extrovert who loves being a comedian, he tends to get embarrassed a bunch. But as it goes, he is willing to do anything for love—of course with his own "professional input."

He runs the show in terms of what y'all are picking. He needs it to be a good mix of funny but cute ALWAYS. I see a small argument as you guys go back and forth on what to wear and how it should look. But ultimately, if you really pushed for it... he would go with what you want because he's above fighting over costumes (sometimes)

He could settle for a simple sun and moon costume, he is after all the brightest sunshine boy to exist. But it's fairer to say that y'all would end up going with a childhood favorite comedic character and who better than Doraemon! He would adore this idea up and down and out! Of course, he's gonna be Doraemon and you're going to be Mii-chan or Noramyako... let's be real he wouldn't let you get the chance to steal the Doraemon spotlight from under him.

Vernon Sarah & Wirt/Adventure Time

Go with the flow all the way~ Which is to say he'd love to dress up with you and go with whatever ideas you have for him in terms of costume. He doesn't play into it as enthusiastically as others would but definitely is supportive through and through, constantly pushing you to challenge your ideas of what the costume should be. Very much the type to be like "What were you originally thinking?" if he notices you trying to tone it down - because despite what people may think he is very expressive, especially through fashion (as we know)

If he did give any sort of input or inspiration forward I definitely think he would be going for some sort of cartoon or comics, he's mentioned Hellboy before so I feel like that's a good route, I can also see X-men being a thing. But I'm a cartoon nerd at heart and OG carats know he used to rave about Adventure Time so I can definitely see him bring Simon & Betty to the table, maybe Marshal & Gary, perhaps a Fin & Flame Princess, or Jake & Lady. I'm a sucker for the idea of y'all as Wirt and Sarah from Over the Garden Wall though, like would die to see him in the vicinity of that show.

Dino Morticia & Gomez/Scream

He is 100% the type to vehemently refuse, but as soon as you give him even an ounce of that sulky attitude, he changes his tune and is in for whatever you want. Such a lover boy, honestly. It's getting on my nerves how fast I see him change his mind for you tbh. If you actually get mad I feel like he would go off the rails and in a frenzy get a bunch of costumes as revenge/malicious compliance? In short, he gets mad at you for being mad but does what you want anyway... Yeah.

He's so Gomez Addams coded, I'm sick! Also you guys as the power couple of the Addams family? Yes, puhhhlease!! It's insane how much y'all would rock that shit. Down and out winning the costume contest, for sure! But I also see him turning down the idea if he doesn't know the movie... In that case, I feel like even if he hasn't seen Scream he would be down to do Ghostface. Not only would you guys look hot but he doesn't have to wear different makeup and I feel like that's a win for him in his book.

A/N: A day late but it's better than nothing! The jjk fiends will have to wait till tmrw for the official end to the Halloween event with a Gojo fic lmao

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[stuck-writing-sickos]

Slick (yandere coworker)

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[T/w: suggestive content, misogyny]

<<hey do you fw this guy? ik hes not performing nearly as well as Lukas and Yuki but tbh i like writing him. the bite-sized nature of this story is liberating, as is the inner-monologue style ive chosen. given how busy ive been this feels good to write hahaha. lmk how we feel about this one.

Also if you noticed how misogynistic my characters all are - lord knows i tried not to build them this way. Unfortunately ive interviewed (informally) a lot of straight cis men in my life and i'll tell you what - they are even WORSE than what ive put down here. My commitment to psychological realism may be my demise. Sorry if you came to me looking for escapism. But hey, at least these guys commit to the bit, huh? dont fw this kinda guy irl tho lol>>

For my own sanity, please don't give me the truth.

So you are the type to fuck me then leave me, I see.

You were gone by morning. When did you sneak out? I have no clues. It was my fault, I didn't hold you tight enough when I drifted to sleep. Can you blame me, though? You worked your magic on me like your life depended on it. You treated your tongue and fingers like they were that of the Devil, and the rest of your body as if you were on a mission to recall the soul I owed you. You even attentively wiped me down, smiling, your lips butterflying on my sweaty forehead. You acted like all the trickstery you had pulled were out of love.

No... it really was my fault. I should have been the one giving you the time of your life. Instead I let you play me like a fiddle... my god. How embarrassing. How very emasculating. I can't fault you for being gone so soon when I lied sprawling and broken after you were done with me. For godsake, I whimpered and whined under you.

I tried texting you, but you took half your Sunday to respond. What the hell were occupying your time? Did you have any idea how each hour agonizingly crawled past me? I guess not. I asked if you got home okay. You said "of course, thanks for checking in on me. You're so nice!"

Man, fuck you.

I bit the bullet and asked you out again. No respond for the rest of the day. Fine. No big deal. I was never one to be bothered by juvenile texting etiquettes. You were busy. I get it. You had plans. You're a busy person. All good.

Or you lost interest in me.

I feel used, but I wasn't sure for what. You weren't on it for a free dinner, that's for sure - you have never looked like you were strapped for cash. As for my body... I don't believe what I gave was nearly adequate. You didn't even give me a chance to prove myself - hell, you pushed me down on my own bed and wringed all you could out of me. Why on Earth did you humor me, if you got nothing worthwhile out of me?

Maybe you found that out afterward. You saw me at work, then at dinner, then in bed, and you decided that I wasn't worth your time.

I'l give you one - I now know that you are very funny.

Elsewise, I got nothing.

Given your secretive nature I suppose you wouldn't kiss and tell. There's nothing in it for you, except for an even more tarnished reputation. We all hate you anyway.

Well, they all hate you.

The others didn't hold back when they talked about you - they made fun of your clothes for being "too nice" (whatever the hell that means). They also laughed between themselves about your overly formal and distant attitude - did you know they think you're a robot? You are especially NOT popular with the girls, by the way. They think you're, and I quote, a stuck-up bitch.

The fellows mostly don't mind you. With the way you conducted yourself around me, I'm sure you know how easy us men are by now - if you're kind to the eyes, we wouldn't have any qualms with you. But, we also have this pathetic thing we do where we agree with the ladies around us. They're easy on the eyes as well, and we want to scutter around them long enough to maybe get something out of them. Long shot, I know. Extremely desperate. Well, I know that, too. Forgive us when we nod along or laugh between one another when the gals make degrading assumptions about the men you might have slept with to get all the nice things you have, like your shoes or clothes or earring or that enviable sense of financial security.

Again, I'm sorry.

I used to not think about their gossips, but the way you dominated my body and self worth stirred something ugly at the depth of my guts. Did you do this before? How many man have you spent the way you did me? How many were driven a wreck?

Actually, never answer that.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Feeling Lucky

note: surprise! It's my 30th birthday (pls don't talk to me about it) and because of that I wanted to treat my readers to a bit of a special, fun and spicy fic with my two fave fictional guys. So, this is my bday gift to all of you, and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

warnings: 18+! smut (threesome, but no anal in this house) with brief mentions of alcohol, gambling and getting dumped.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x fem!Reader x Modern!Masema

summary: Your unexpected solo trip to Vegas turned out to be full of surprises.

word count: 4,5k

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Your trip to Vegas did not go as you had thought it would. Your asshole of a now ex-boyfriend had dumped you one day prior to your flight, running off with his side-chick, while your suitcase stood packed and ready at the door to meet him at the airport early next morning. You cried for half a day and then decided to pick yourself up again, because you were not going to let anyone ruin your birthday weekend this year. You managed to cancel your ex's flight ticket and would use the money you received back to spoil yourself on the trip you were now going to take solo.

You arrived early afternoon at the huge suite you had rented for your stay, located on the top floor of the famous Bellagio hotel and overlooking the entire City of Sin. It felt a little strange to be there all alone, especially because the room had been decorated for two. With heart shaped balloons floating in the air, rose petals scattered on the floor and a bottle of champagne with two glasses set in ice next to the bed. Today was supposed to be your pre-birthday celebration, and you were determined to have a good time despite everything. 

So you popped open the bottle of bubbles and had a drink while enjoying some snacks from your royally stacked minibar. After that you took a refreshing shower and dressed up in your nicest short dress, looking good and ready to go out and party the night away while celebrating another year around the sun once midnight struck, alone or not.

It was bittersweet, to be walking alone down the famous Vegas strip as the sun was already setting. You were happy to be there, you just never thought you'd be celebrating your birthday in Vegas all by yourself. You had just enjoyed a fancy dinner on your own and decided you wanted to go and try your luck at a casino now. You went for the slot machines, not feeling confident enough to participate in roulette or blackjack by yourself, and you nervously watched the numbers and symbols roll by in the hopes you'd win something. But after a few hours of casino hopping and no wins, you figured that Lady Luck wasn't on your side tonight when it came to gambling, and so you decided to try your luck elsewhere; the clubs.

You made your way to Omnia, one of the hottest clubs in Vegas which was located in the famous Caesars Palace, and you soon found yourself in the middle of a large and warm crowd, dancing to the beats a live DJ played while lights flickered and smoke machines fogged up the room. You had the time of your life, dancing for hours with various pretty ladies and men who you would never see again. After a while you decided you needed a break and went to the bar for a drink, and while you waited for your order your eyes landed on an incredibly handsome man across the bar. He looked rather frustrated at his phone while he raked his hand through his dark curls, those that weren't shaved completely off that was. You couldn't help but stare at him, as he was so mesmerising. And even though you had only just spotted him, he had completely captivated you without even noticing you. And as the man continued to look rather annoyed while he typed away on his phone, you decided to try your chances and luck, because you were newly single after all and ready for a good time.

'Hey,' you half yelled over the music as you snuck to sit on a barstool next to him.

'Hi,' the beautiful man smiled after a second of processing your stunning looks.

He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and gave you his undivided attention while you made conversation. You found out that the pretty boy with the slightly scarred face was named Sihtric, and the reason why he had looked so agitated while being on his phone was because he was supposed to be out with friends, as they were in town for a bachelor party for one of his friends. But apparently the group had split up by accident in the club about an hour ago, and Sihtric only just found out his friends were now in a stripclub and they were all too drunk to figure out where exactly that stripclub was located. And he had now decided that he was just going to enjoy the rest of the night on his own… or with you, if luck was on his side.

'What about you?' Sihtric asked after telling you his disaster of a night, with his hand on your waist as he spoke in your ear, 'surely an angel like you isn't all alone in a city full of sinners?' he leaned back and gave you a sly smile.

You didn't feel like explaining why you were all alone, not yet at least, as you didn't want his pity or ruin the good mood you were both in. You had never gotten the attention from a guy like him, so good and rugged looking, with tattoos on his neck and hands while dressed in all black and smelling delicious too. So instead of telling him why you were alone, you just wanted to enjoy him. You took his hand and jumped off the chair, playfully tugging him to follow you.

'Let's dance!' you smiled.

Sihtric gladly followed you into the crowd, holding your hand while he had the chance to check out your behind before he spun you around and pulled you flush against him. He placed his hands on your waist while you brought yours up to his biceps, feeling yourself blush as you felt his muscles and the way he guided you to dance with him. It didn't take long before you got lost in the music and in each other, your lips finding his while he had moved his hand up to the back of your neck, kissing you deeply and sloppily while you were grinding your hips against his as you continued to somewhat move to the beat.

And you had no idea that Sihtric wasn't the only one in the club that night who wanted to try his chances with you.

Masema enjoyed his drink while he looked over the dancing crowd in the club, and he smiled to himself when he suddenly saw you as you were ordering a drink at the bar. Even from a slight distance he could already tell how beautiful you were, and he had his mind set on you from that very moment. But he quickly noticed you had your mind set on someone else, it seemed, as he watched you go over to a guy with an interesting haircut and a tattoo in his neck. The man you were interested in also grabbed Masema's interest, as he was handsome and seemed muscular like himself, wearing a tight fitting black shirt with black jeans, which Masema thought was a pleasant contrast to his own equally as form fitting white shirt and light grey jeans. 

Masema once again smiled to himself when he saw you dance together, as he felt lucky tonight and wouldn't mind having you both. And with that thought in mind he made his way down the stairs and onto the dance floor, where he easily snuck behind you as you danced with Sihtric. 

You happily welcomed the attention of another insanely good looking guy, who was just as muscular and handsome as Sihtric, but had his hair tied in a topknot and was dressed in lighter clothes. And the three of you danced together for hours after Masema had introduced himself to you and Sihtric. And all while in the club, you kissed and touched each other up. Your body was pressed between those of the two muscular men, while you kissed Masema as Sihtric had his lips planted on your neck from behind and his hands sliding up your short skirt. Masema's hands were occupied by having one on your waist as he had his tongue down your throat, while his other hand was firmly holding Sihtric's hip, keeping the three of you close together while you continued to dance as you got all lost in each other's touch, scent and taste.

'I want to take you both back to my room,' you giggled after a while as you had one arm wrapped around each of their necks and spoke into their ears.

'Where are you staying at, darling?' Masema asked, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke, one arm circled around you and his other around Sihtric next to him.

'The Bellagio. A suite in the Bellagio, to be exact.'

'Fancy girl,' Sihtric laughed, then looked at Masema, 'you think we can give her the princess treatment she deserves?' he asked the man who was still a stranger, but that didn't stop him from lowering his hand to the small of Masema's back.

'I don't know about you, handsome,' Masema said with a sly smile, 'but I'm confident about my abilities.'

Sihtric laughed and agreed, both men were sure they could please you. And they would, but not before you all enjoyed another drink and hit the Vegas strip together. Maybe it was your lucky night after all…

'So, I know why Sihtric is all alone here,' you looked at Masema as you walked past all the casinos, holding hands with both men, 'but I don't know anything about you yet.'

'And why is Sihtric alone?' Masema asked, mildly dodging the question.

'I lost my friends during a bachelor party,' Sihtric explained, 'then I met this lady here and figured I'd take my chances.'

'Feeling lucky, huh?' Masema winked.

'I Sure do,' Sihtric smiled, a faint blush coloured his cheeks, 'but what's your story, pretty boy?'

Masema scoffed lightly before he smiled and stopped walking.

'Sweethearts,' he said as he looked at the two of you, 'I'm a gambling addict.'

'What?' you and Sihtric said at the same time.

'You heard me,' Masema chuckled without shame.

'For real?' you asked, then gave Sihtric a slightly concerned look, who clearly shared the same feeling.

'Yeah, but it's not as bad as it used to be,' Masema shrugged, 'I can control myself now and call it quits when it's time to stop. I like to go to Vegas every year for a weekend, to just go mad, I guess.'

'Looks like we're all lucky today then,' you said, 'that we all happen to be here alone at the same time.'

Both men agreed and shared you for a kiss, but then Masema asked why you were all alone in Vegas, and Sihtric was interested in hearing you out too.

'I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend, but he dumped me a few days ago. And I decided to not let him ruin my birthday.'

'It's your birthday?' both men said in choir as they towered over you.

'Not yet,' you laughed and looked at a shiny clock across the street, 'but in a few hours it will be.'

'Oh, shit,' Sihtric smiled, but then became serious, 'are you alright though? I mean with that breakup and all?'

'I'm fine,' you said without lying, 'I was hurt before, but I guess this was bound to happen sooner or later. I knew he was cheating already, but it was just a dick move to dump me before my birthday trip and run off with his other girl.'

'They should cut his hands off,' Masema huffed, and Sihtric agreed.

'They should. But, hey,' you nudged both men, 'I found you two now and I couldn't wish for better company.'

'Well,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheek gently, 'I think we should celebrate you getting rid of that loser and finding us then, before we get to celebrate your birthday.'

'I think so too,' Masema agreed while pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

'We will celebrate,' you said, 'I got the money back from his plane ticket that I cancelled and I was planning on spending it here.'

'Well,' Masema smiled darkly, 'how about we try your chances then?' he cocked his head towards the casino behind you.

'I had no luck with the slot machines,' you sighed, 'I'm not sure what good it will do to waste it in a casino.'

'Don't worry, doll,' Masema winked and wrapped his arm around your shoulders while he took Sihtric's hand, luring you both into the casino with him, 'I'll make sure no one loses tonight.'

Masema was completely in his element at the roulette table. And while he was busy earning stacks of chips with each spin of the wheel, you and Sihtric enjoyed each other's company at the bar right next to the table. At first you both kept an eye on Masema and his gambling habits, but when it became clear that he knew what he was doing and winning round after round, you and Sihtric became a little more touchy and needy. And you both weren't aware that Masema snuck stacks of won chips in your purse each time he came over to check on you two, and he also stole a kiss from the both of you each time before he went back to the table, leaving you two alone while he made sure to not stray too far.

After an hour of tripling the money you had trusted him with from the ticket cancellation of your ex, Masema called it quits before he'd lose it all, and he returned to you. You all agreed to go back to your suite, as Sihtric stayed in a hotel somewhere at the opposite side of Vegas, while Masema rented an airbnb at the outskirts of the town.

You walked hand in hand with both men on your way back to the Bellagio, being just in time to catch the water fountain show in front of the hotel. And spectacular it was. Not only the water show, but the way you got to enjoy it while being adored by the two men at your side, who peppered you and each other with kisses for the entire duration of it.

They were more than eager to be alone with you, and it became evident how impatient they were once you stepped in the elevator which would take you to the top floor of your hotel. When you pressed the button to close the doors and turned around you already found Sihtric and Masema making out passionately, and they made sure you weren't left out. Sihtric broke the kiss with Masema and took your hand, pulling you towards them before he crashed his lips onto yours while Masema kissed your neck from behind and ran his hands up your thighs. He took your hips and pulled you against him, allowing you to feel his arousal which caused you to gasp against Sihtric's lips. And if that wasn't enough to make your head spin, you looked back over your shoulder at Masema, who was quick to lean in and kiss you while Sihtric pressed his body against yours, making you feel he was equally as aroused as the man who now had you captured in a steamy kiss. You felt Sihtric kiss your jaw and down your neck while Masema held your face as he continued to kiss you sloppily, and when the elevator doors opened again you pulled both men out with you and into your room.

You had barely kicked off your heels when Sihtric wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, carrying you over to the large sofa from where you could look all over town. There was no need for curtains, as the floor was far removed from any spectators, and even if someone could see the three of you, none of you cared anymore at this point as you only had eyes for each other. Sihtric sat you down and took a seat next to you, immediately pulling you in for a kiss while Masema joined you on your other side. The latter grabbed your chin and pulled you away from Sihtric so he could kiss you instead. You began to palm their arousal through their jeans, teasingly rubbing and squeezing lightly to feel their cocks twitch and become harder, all while they continued to quietly fight over who got to kiss you. But the quiet room soon started to fill with soft moans and sighs, as both men became more worked up with each passing second, until they couldn't take it anymore.

Sihtric removed your panties with ease while Masema lowered the top off your dress and unhooked your bra, and you quickly unzipped their jeans for slightly more access. The men threw your lingerie across the room, and Sihtric began to tease you slowly with his tattooed fingers while he continued to kiss your lips, giving room to Masema to kiss and massage your breasts while you shoved your hands down their pants and teased them through their pre-cum soaked boxers. You continued to tease each other like that until Sihtric moved to sit on the floor with his back against the couch, and he pulled you down with him. You immediately knew what he wanted, and you allowed him to grab your hips and pull your core up to his mouth while you freed Masema's cock, after he had shuffled closer to you on the sofa and sat back. And while you began to teasingly lick and kiss Masema's length before you'd take him fully into your mouth for a sloppy blowjob, Sihtric kissed and licked your wet folds before he delved his tongue in as he went down on you.

You moaned and drooled as you sucked Masema off, his hands slowly sliding into your hair and controlling your pace carefully. Whereas Sihtric had his arms hooked around your thighs to keep you in place as he was close to making you cum for the first time that night. And Masema was close too, you could tell by his moans and his grip on the back of your head, but before you could finish him off you had to pull away as Sihtric pushed you over your own edge, and he was fast to pick you up and sit you back on the sofa. As you tried to recover from your head spinning high, Masema got up and towered over you as he jerked himself off while you lowered Sihtric's boxers and gave him the same treatment Masema had received. And the sight of you enjoying the other man's cock in your mouth pushed Masema to his climax soon enough, and he spilled himself over your tits while he roughly kissed Sihtric above you, moaning into Sihtric's mouth upon feeling his own release. 

You were all a hot and sweaty mess by the time Sihtric came too, in your mouth, and the three of you then decided to take it to the bed. You all made out while recovering from your first highs, sharing a couple of drinks together while touching, kissing and feeling each other all over. You all had rosy cheeks, lipsticks stains and smudges on your face and bodies while everyone's hair was completely dishevelled.

Sihtric was the first to take off his shirt, to which you and Masema smirked at each other, both wanting to jump the beautifully scarred man in front of you instantly. But the two of you contained yourself, watching while he took off his jeans and boxers and admiring his godly sculpted body. You sat there with your jaw dropped, completely enchanted by Sihtric while Masema couldn't resist anymore. He pulled out his hair tie to let his hair down, and he grabbed Sihtric by his throat, pulling him in for a deep and hungry kiss, with his other hand grabbing onto his dark curls. You became aroused at the sole sight of them making out, Sihtric's hand impatiently pulling at Masema's clothes, wanting them off him as desperately as you wanted them gone, and so revealing the slightly more muscular and unscarred body of the second man in your bed. Both men were impressive, and suddenly you weren't so sure anymore if you were able to handle them all night, but you would surely try, even if it's the last thing you'd do.

Sihtric and Masema noticed you still gazed at them once they were fully naked, and then they realised you were still half dressed and gave each other a look. Masema took your ankle and pulled you towards them on the kingsize bed, and Sihtric wasted no time to take off your dress before pulling you in between them. You felt their hot and toned chests pressing against your body, front and back, while their hands and lips roamed all over your skin. You got lost in their touch and as soon as you had all recovered and were ready for the next round, Sihtric stopped as he suddenly remembered he had no condoms with him.

'I got them,' you breathed and stumbled to your suitcase, which was still half unpacked on the floor. 'I packed everything before I got dumped,' you snorted and jumped back in bed, holding the essentials.

'Don't worry, doll,' Masema husked as he snatched a condom out of your hands, and he cupped your cheek, 'we'll make you forget all about that tonight,' he whispered and kissed your lips devotedly.

'What he said,' Sihtric murmured as he pulled your face towards his, 'we are yours tonight, angel,' he pecked your lips sweetly, 'you'll never want anyone else after us,' he smiled and winked.

And before you could blink you found yourself pressed between them again, all lubed up and protected. They kissed you passionately yet sloppily again, and you had never felt more aroused, but you couldn't lie and told them straight up you had never been with two guys before and weren't game for any anal, two which they reassured you they'd go easy on you and accepted your boundaries. 

Masema was behind you, kissing your neck and shoulders while his warm hands were on your hips. And you grabbed onto Sihtric's broad shoulders, squeezing into his skin as Masema entered you slowly and made you feel entirely filled at once. Sihtric kissed you softly while Masema began to thrust into you slowly. You adjusted quickly to Masema's cock inside of you, as you became wetter with each trust and each kiss Sihtric gave, while the latter rubbed your clit for extra stimulation.

You soon wanted more and began to bounce back on Masema's length, taking him all in and becoming a moaning and cursing mess, unable to kiss the man in front of you because all you wanted was to just be fucked into the mattress by the two of them. You felt your pussy clench around Masema rather quickly while Sihtric continued to stimulate you with his hands, but before you could moan out their names they both suddenly stopped their movements.

'What the fuck!?' you gasped out of breath, 'what- what's wrong?'

You looked back and forth between Sihtric and Masema while they smirked at each other, as they had noticed it was exactly midnight. Which meant it was officially your birthday, and Sihtric was the first to grab your chin.

'Happy birthday, angel,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your lips, but Masema was quick to pull you away from Sihtric and towards him.

'Happy birthday, darling,' Masema smiled and gave you a sweet kiss, 'tell us what you want for your birthday.'

'I already have what I wanted for my birthday,' you whispered, 'I got the two of you in my bed right now,' you smiled and kissed them both several times.

'Very well,' Masema chuckled and gave your ass a firm slap, to which you gasped, 'let's not waste any more time then in granting her what she wants,' he winked at Sihtric, who agreed.

Sihtric kissed you tenderly while he joined Masema, carefully pushing himself inside your pussy while the other man was still inside you. You gasped at the way you were stretched out, and you knew Sihtric had been right; you would never want anyone else again after this, as no one could possibly make you feel as good as they did when both men started to fuck you. Going easy at first, only to pick up their pace gradually until you all moaned and breathed the most obscene words while you enjoyed each other.

And they gave you a birthday night to remember. You were fucked good on the bed to begin with, only to then get picked up and being held by the two of them while they had their way with you in front of the large windows. And after that they made good use of that comfortable sofa, where they fucked you hard and deep until you finally came screaming and making a mess. You then dropped to your knees for them and took off their condoms. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out while you had one hand on Sihtric's thigh and the other on Masema's. You looked up at them, watching their sweaty bodies as they stroked their own cocks while they each had one hand in your hair, teasingly slapping their cock on your tongue and against your cheeks. Sihtric's curls stuck to his forehead while Masema's hair fell in his face as they looked down at you with dark and hooded eyes, moaning with their lips slightly parted until they soon came with heavy grunts.

'Good girl,' Masema groaned, his hand tightly holding your hair while he came on your tongue, circling your lips with the tip of his cock before he made way for Sihtric.

Sihtric moaned and tugged your hair back lightly, getting an even better view of your face as you were all fucked out and looking up at him, and your face was exactly where he wanted to finish, 'So good, so fucking good for us,' he rasped as he came all over your face, and he then made sure to kiss your lips, telling you once again what a good girl you were.

After the hours of pleasure you had expected the men to pick up their clothes and leave, but to your surprise they had no intention of leaving you just yet. And after you had all showered together you decided to share one more drink in the fancy hot tub overlooking the city, before you all got in the messy bed again, for a good sleep this time.

When you woke up the next morning, a little sore and feeling flushed at the sight of the two beautiful and naked men next to you, you also saw the way you had ravaged the room during your steamy threesome. Clothes were scattered all over the room, lamps had fallen over, the bedsheets were on the floor as well as the decorative pillows of the sofa, and a few empty glasses had been knocked over too. You groaned at the messy state the suite was in. But before you could even attempt to get out of bed to quietly clean up, Masema and Sihtric both pulled you back in between them, giving you sleepy kisses all over your face and neck until you dozed off again in their arms, and that was when you realised you truly were the luckiest girl alive.

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[desi2go]

Love a cowboy

pairing: cowboy San x reader

warnings: mostly fluff, some slight angst in the end

summery: You moved from the city into the wild west. On a bull riding competition, you meet San, a cowboy, not knowing that in the future you will cross ways with him more often...

author's note: Welcome to my first Ateez fanfic! I hope you'll like it. I loved the idea of cowboy San, especially after their new comeback! Have fun

The sun burned mercilessly over the vast prairie as you made your way through the lively little town of Red Rock. You have been living here for a few weeks now, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city you have left behind. Life in the Wild West was rougher, but also more exciting and filled you with a new kind of freedom.

Today was the day of the annual bull riding competition, an event that the whole town looked forward to. You had heard a lot about the cowboys who would be showing off their skills.

As you entered the dusty grounds of the arena with a friend, you felt the excited tension in the air. The crowd roared as the cowboys took their places. You picked a spot close to the action, eager to see the cowboys in action. Loudly, you cheered for the brave men who tried riding the bulls. Just when another man got buckled off, the speaker announced the next competitor and the people around you went wild.

"Lady and gentlemen, here comes the current favourite San!"

Time seemed to stand still as he stepped onto the arena. San, with broad shoulders and a determined look, seemed completely in his element. He jumped up the fence and swung himself on the angry bull. The fence was opened and bull ran free, trying to get the man off.

The fight between man and beast was intense, and for a moment it seemed as if San would loose balance. But in a wild moment of struggle, his hat flew into the air before finally landing next to you. You grabbed it and freed it from the dust. He still sat on the bull.

She didn't hesitate for long and picked up the dusty cowboy hat. The crowd continued to cheer, but you focused only on San, who was buckled off and rolled over the ground. He slowly stood up and looked over at her. She pushed her way through the crowd to give him back his hat.

When San saw her, a smile flashed through his face. He took the hat, but gently pushed it on her head.

"Keep it," he said with a wink.

"A little luck can't hurt you out here." You blushed and smiled back shyly as you ran a finger over the hat.

He walked away, letting himself enjoy the cheerings.

"Who is he?" You asked your friend who looked at you in disbelief.

"You don't know who that is? He is the best bull rider! He is known for his courage and skill, and the stories of his adventures had already made the rounds." She explained.

"Never heard of him" you responded.

"56,78 seconds! And thus takes the lead!" The speaker shouted through the loudspeaker. Even the following cowboys couldn't over it his time so he won the competition. It was crazy how long he sat on that bull even though it was moving wildly beneath him. You were impressed.

The crowd started to get thinner, everyone observing the stands for something to eat til the next competitions would start. You followed your friend who showed you the best food stand on the whole event and after that the best attractions.

When the sun began to go down, she brought you to a bar after you had confessed you didn't had time to get to the infamous bar. The music could already be heard from miles and the laughter of people. You still wore the cowboy hat even though it was too big, you loved that your face was shielded from the merciless sun all day.

When you enter the saloon, the first thing you notice is the smell: a mixture of smoke, sweat, spilt beer and a hint of perfume. The floor is made of rough wooden planks, worn by constant footsteps and the occasional scrape of boots. The room is dimly lit, mainly by oil lamps and candles, which spread a warm, flickering light. The walls are hung with hunting trophies, old mirrors and sometimes photos of famous cowboys or local events. The centrepiece of the saloon is the long, wooden bar, behind which bottles of various spirits stand on shelves.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a weather-beaten face and an apron, gave you a friendly smile.Men and sometimes women sit at the tables, which are distributed at irregular intervals around the room, playing cards, drinking or chatting. The atmosphere is lively, accompanied by the clinking of glasses, the laughter of the guests and sometimes the music of a small band.

The bartender greeted your friend, you always were shocked that nearly everyone knew everyone. She ordered a drink for both of you until she dragged you to the small dance floor where some persons were already dancing to the great rhythm.

Slowly sipping on your drink, you danced until your friend tapped you and nodded behind you.

"The sexy cowboy is watching you" she grinned and you followed her gaze. San indeed leaned against the, a beer in his hand, clearly mustering you. You blushed as he came towards you.

"Hello beautiful" he exclaimed over the loud music, wearing just a simple jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs his muscular chest.

"Hello" you answered, blushing slightly.

"I see you like the hat" he stated and a smirk formed on his lips as he brushed a hair strand out of his face.

"Yeah, thank you"

"No need to thank me. It suits you better than me"

You smiled. "You don't live in the city, right? I never saw you before"

"I'm just coming here for the competitions and important errands. My farm is outside of the city"

"That is cool. Even though it must be a little bit lonely, right?"

"Sometimes, but I have the animals and when I want to meet people, I'll come here" he smiled.

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Three days later, you were driving to the next biggest city to purchase some errands that you didn't find in the local store. For 30 minutes, you followed the dusty road that was more dirt than road. Around you just the desert and some bushes that fought against the searing heat.

You don't know what you were thinking for doing an one and a half hour trip in the noon with your old car. It was a truck that was perfect for the terrain here. When you moved you had sold your car. Now, you had one that has problems with the air conditioning.

Suddenly, you heard a bang and black smoak rose from the bonnet.

"Shit" you sweared and stopped. Of course you needed to buy the cheapest truck you could find and the car dealer even recommended it! Angry, you placed the cowboy hat on your head to shield you from the merciless sun and got out to take a look at the bonnet.

You opened it and a gush of smoak ascended, leaving you coughing. You leaned further into the bonnet, searching for the problem when you heard some rustling. You thought it was just wind.

"Everything alright?" Someone behind you asked, startled you shrieked, trying to get up but hitting your head on the bonnet over you.

"Ow" you exclaimed and rubbed your head while observing the man. It was San, sitting cool on a horse.

"San. What are you doing here?" You asked, eying him. He looked like a real cowboy in his lumberjack shirt, the dirty jeans and the cowboy hat.

"I could ask you the same" he smirked, letting his gaze roam over your old truck.

"I wanted to go to the next big city" you responded.

"Well, that didn't work out, right?" He stated cocky.

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously" But you couldn't hold in a small smile. He dismounted from the horse and hands the reins over to you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, holding the horse far away from you. Even though you liked animals, horses were a bit scary.

"Let me check if I can fix it" he told you, bending over your car. He sighed after a few minutes.

"I can't fix it here. But we could bring it to my farm." He stated, looking you in the eye. You nodded. "Come on, it isn't wide. We come back with my tractor to tow your car."

"Okay, thanks" you answered, giving him the reins back. He mounted the horse, holding his hand down.

"What are you doing?" You questioned.

"We'll ride. And now come on" you shook your head fast. There was no way you would climb on the horse.

"It's safe. You can hold onto me. And I'm not letting you here alone on the street miles away from anything" he argued. You sighed, guessing you had no other choice.

Hesitant, you took his hand and climbed behind him on the horse who stood there unimpressed. Immediately, you clinged onto him like your dear life depended on it. He let out a laugh. "Relax. Rosie is a good girl" he brushed over the horse's fur.

He carefully pushed the horse into a small walk. It was strange to sit on a horse and you anxiously held onto San.

"You ok there?" He asked, guiding Rosie away from your lame excuse of a car. "Yes, it isn't that bad" you gave in, a small smile flashing over your face and relaxing your hold until the horse accelerated. You shrieked and clinged more while San just laughed.

After twenty five minutes, you saw the big wooden fences. The cattle farm layed peacefully in the vastness of the land, surrounded by endless grassy plains and rolling hills. At the centre of the property stood the farmhouse, a sturdy building made of sun-bleached wood that had weathered many storms. A wide veranda, furnished with rocking chairs and a wooden table, provided the perfect place to look out over the vast landscape.

Cows walked over the pasture, eating the dry grass. It was idyllic.

"That's your farm?" You asked, letting your gaze wander around. As soon as the horse halted, you jumped off just that San could dismount as well.

"Yes, in all its glory. Welcome to Red Wood Ranch." He exclaimed, signalling around him while smiling proudly.

"Wow, looks beautiful" you answered. You followed him to the tractor, sat next to him and you two took the way back to your track.

There, he towed it back to his farm, getting a better look.

"I think it'll take me some time before it's fixed." While his upper half disappeared completely into the bonnet, you helped him with giving him the tools he needed.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You asked curious. It seemed like he could do nearly everything. Bull riding, horse riding and repairing cars. And definitely so much more.

"I grew up here. Of course I know how I can fix a car."

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To be clear, you never thought that repairing a car could take so long. After four hours, both of you decided that you would continue tomorrow.

"Should I drive you home or do you want to sleep here?" He asked while he stepped into the farmhouse. The creaky front door opened into a rustic interior that reflected the tough but warm spirit of its inhabitant.

"You don't need to drive me. I'll stay" he nodded, leading you into the kitchen. The big window let the orange light of the sunset into the room, turning the wooden interior into a warm tone. The kitchen was beautiful, just like you had imagined it in a farmhouse.

"Then I guess you need to try my famous baked beans with mashed potatoes" a smile adorned his face.

"I would love to"

San was a great cook, opening the door to your heart with just one meal. You devoured every bite, making him laugh out loud. You sat in the simple garden, under an old tree, watching the sunset and later the stars. It was so beautiful. Even here, you could hear a cow moo from time to time. While you enjoyed the moment, you catched San staring at you. You grew red, brushing a loose hair strand out of your face.

"You look happy" he stated.

"I am. Moving here was the best decision I ever made"

In the middle of the night, both of you decided to finally go to bed. He showed you the guest bedroom, giving you a shirt because you didn't have anything with you. You thanked him and quickly brushed your teeth and throwing the shirt over your figure. It was big, too big for you but it smelled really nice.

San waited in front of the bathroom for his turn, his eyes widening when he saw you in his shirt. Thankfully the low light shielded his blush from you. You told him good night, unbeknown to you, his gaze followed you until you were out of his sight, admitting to himself that he liked the view of you in his clothes.

It was nice to have someone here again even if it was only for a night. But the house already felt warmer more like a home not just a farmhouse. He liked the company and the thought of someone who is here with him.

The next morning, when you came downstairs to the kitchen, you smelled already the delicious food.

"Good morning. Didn't know you were already up." You said, a yawn leaving you. Sadly, you had changed out of the shirt. "Yes, needed to feed the cows. I figured you would like to eat something."

Just the thought of his delicious food leaved you drooling.

After breakfast, he quickly continued to work on your truck and luckily after two hours he was finished. "Thank you so much, San. I didn't know what I would have done without you" you hugged him tight.

He laughed. "Then you're lucky you have me. I thank you for joining me for the night." You gave a smile widley.

"You're right. I am lucky. May I invite you to dinner tomorrow?" you answered. He agreed, watching you drive away with a light heart.

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You had agreed that he would pick you up so that both of you could go to the small restaurant. You were excited. It felt like you had known San for a long time. But it also made you nervous because you couldn't deny that there was more than friendship between you and him.

At seven pm sharp, his car stopped in front of your house. Quickly, you jumped into your shoes and walked towards the car after making sure that your door was locked. He leaned against his truck, dressed in a black shirt and a denim jacket. He looked handsome, especially with the way he styled his hair.

"You look beautiful, y/n" he said when you hugged him, jumping in the car.

"Well, you you don't look bad either" you confessed.

During the whole ride, the comfortable conversation went on. He lead you into the restaurant. It was small but still beautiful decorated. The waiter showed you your table outside in the lovely garden. The table was directly placed between three big trees with fairy lights, making it so much more romantic.

You learned that San's grandfather built the Red Wood Ranch until his parents took over and now he. His older sister has moved away into a big city, only coming here once a year. So, He was mostly alone but happy to live on the farm.

The night went on, slowly but surely, the heat of the day went away and leaved a cold wind that brushed against your shoulders. Of course you didn't think about bringing a jacket even if you knew that the nights were cold. You shivered slightly, brushing your hands up and down your arms to keep warm. San stood up and circled the table. Confused, you observed him as he took off his jacket and layed it over your shoulders. Immediately, you could smell his cologne, letting you inhale deeply.

"Thank you" you mumbled, pulling the denim jacket tighter around your body. He smiled and sat down in his seat again.

After dinner, San drove you home again. He stopped in front of your house, got out with you to bring you to your front door, mumbling something about safety.

"Thank you for the great evening" he said, a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, it was perfect. I had so much fun" you admitted, taking off his jacket to give it to him.

"You can keep it if you want" he added.

You chuckled. "I already have your hat. When you give all your clothes to me, you don't have anything to wear yourself"

He mimicked to think hardly. "You have a good point"

He leaned closer to you, his face only centimetres away from yours. "Even though I enjoy seeing you in my clothes" he added, his ears turning red. A rosy blush krept up your face, leaving San smirking. His eyes wandered from your eyes over your red cheeks to your lips.

San overcame the last centimetres and pressed his lips gently on yours. They were soft and couldn't do anything against it but to return the kiss, moving yours against his. Your lips tingled as a hand cupped your cheek, brushing over your soft skin.

Slowly, you finished the passionate kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

"I like you, y/n" he whispered, lips red and a bit swollen.

"I like you too, San" you replied, looking him deep in the eye. He pulled in for another kiss, a short one to say goodbye.

"Will you be there next weekend for the next competition?" he asked.

"Of course. I'll be there in the crowd watching you" A big smile plastered his face, leaning in once again to feel your lips against his. And you could feel his smile while kissing.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the next competition in bull riding!" The speaker shouted over the arena. The crowd was loud, discussing who will win.

You pushed yourself through the mass of people, forward right to the fence of the arena so that San could see you. You wore his hat, figuring that he would like it if you would wear it.

You watched his opponents, waiting for San's turn. One or two times, the person was immediately buckled off of the bull's back, hitting the ground hard. The crowd hissing as they heard the collision with the floor.

Then, San walked into the arena, waving when the speaker announced him. You and the other people cheered as he climbed onto the bull's back. The fence was opened and the bull ran into the arena, already buckling wildly.

He held onto the saddle with one hand, not letting go. Second for second passes. He had already the best time from all the opponents before him. The bull didn't give up, just buckling more and more while running through the arena.

Suddenly, the bull stopped full force. San loosed the grip, trying to not fly in front of the bull. Then, the animal jumped up, buckling like never before. San couldn't hold his balance and when the bull buckled one last time, he flew through the air, landing harsh on the ground, his head hitting an iron bar of the fence.

The cheering died, leaving the arena in silence. Everyone waited for San to get up but he still layed there. The bull was captured again and an emergency doctor ran to him. You pushed yourself through the fence, running to him.

"Ma'am, please, stay away" someone said. You shook your head. "He is my boyfriend" you lied. Well, technically he wasn't your boyfriend but you really liked him, well, you loved him.

They let you through. Fortunately, San was already awake, leaning against the fence with half closed eyes. "San" you whispered. Sitting down next to him, observing him precisely. He had a cut on his lips and some blood dropped down from his forehead. His hand grabbed yours, playing with it while he gave you an encouraging smile.

The doctor bandaged the forehead. When he was finished, you helped San up. Slowly, you walked him out of the arena, clutching to his hand.

"Your boyfriend, huh?" He teased while wiggling his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips as you two sat down in a room, waiting for the doctor.

You grew red, letting his hand go to brush your hair back. "I was worried!" You defended.

"It's okay. I loved the sound of it. Can you call me that again?" His eyes sparkled with amusement and malicious joy. He was such a tease.

"Oh shut it! I was scared." You crossed your arms, turning away from him so that he could see your embarrassment.

Two strong were arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against the muscular chest.

You felt San's face in your hair, inhaling deep.

"I'm sorry. I was just teasing you" he mumbled into your neck, leaving you shivering when his hot breath hit your skin.

"But I liked you calling me your boyfriend and I want to be able to call you my girlfriend. Is that okay?" He added, turning you around.

You couldn't say no to his sweet puppy eyes. You nodded and carefully placed your lips against his.

"You are never going to ride a bull ever again!" You commanded shortly after.

"We will discuss that later, princess" he said, pulling into another kiss.

[unnaturalequilibrium]

Capítulo 2 & 3

- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)

Watching the de la Reina siblings is a hoot. It's all so deliciously dysfunctional. Damian's three porcelain dolls, all dressed up and filled with generational trauma. How could that not be fun to watch?! I enjoy that Marta is the action oriented one of them. The boys bicker, but she refuses to play their game, instead tries for a solution and an action forward. It’s notable that both brothers turn to her as if her agreement, her word actually holds sway. They’re already making a point of this being a man’s world, but these men, even if it’s a means to play out each other, hang on her word and give it weight.

I’m kind of sad Jesús is such a right villain, because I enjoy him and Marta together. They play off each other well and you instantly get the nuances between them, making it super easy to envision how things were before Andrés return. The way they’ve kept that business afloat, probably stood side by side against their father on a number of occasions. I feel like they’ve kept each other alert, maybe a bit too guarded, but also with a sense of mutual respect despite all of the other muddled feelings of jealousy and resentment and old-fashioned sibling rivalry. In a world where Jesús wasn't such an evil man I think this could have been one of my favourite relationships on the show, if they'd taken the time to develop it more. Especially in the way she yields to him in the beginning and how her character growth comes into play later on.

Carmen is the boss you want to have before she’s even anyone’s boss. The way she is straightforward and stands up to Marta for her own and her fellow workers sake and safety. I wish she was my workplace Union rep. She’s such a competent lady and I'd gladly line up behind. But why throw fucking caveman Tasio around her neck like a noose I’ll never understand. Though I’m getting ahead of myself, or ahead of the show at least.

I mean seriously, what’s up with that opening credit?! Of all the characters, they get a two shot. In bed. The two of them who at this point in time have nothing to tie them together. A flimsy string of connection through fathers, through work. I wasn’t here from the start, but I assume they were shipped from day one? Granted by my arguing maybe Gaspar and Tasio should be shipped too, but at least those two aren't in bed together. And no, don't enlighten me if there are people who do ship them. Some things I'd rather go through life without knowing. This would be one of those.

Lol, Luz is so no-nonsense as she saves Damian's life. “Stop praying and let me stab him with a giant needle, you rich fools!”. Her and Begona sharing the medical field and a bit of empathy with each other is nice too. An ensemble cast that is balanced between men and women seldom leave room for a lot of female friendship, but this one does. I appreciate that.

Fina establishing from the very beginning what she thinks of men, and especially the fool ones like Carmen's deadbeat boyfriend. I feel you. And I am in love with the way she throughout all the episodes to date will be used as a way of voicing what the tired lesbian feminist in all of us wishes she could say, out loud.

If trolls exist, you know like proper giant ones, the kind that can be mistaken for a mountain, covered in moss and trees and then suddenly just opens its eyes and stands up to stretch. You know the kind of trolls you think of when listening to Grieg's In the Mountain King's Hall - yeah those. I imagine if they existed then they'd sound exactly like a sickly Don Damian, like a melodic stone avalanche. That said I’ve never envision mountain trolls to sound Spanish before now. But maybe that’s on me.

Joaquín is a bit of an ass, calling Fina (and the rest of them) lazy - my eyes are narrowed. It wasn’t actually something he developed when he got on my shitlist by flirting with the secretary while having a cute as a button wife or pointing a gun at Marta. Apparently the assery was a pre-existing condition. It’s interesting though that Luis is the one talking about taking over the company, yet he still comes off as the decent one of them.

“You don’t notice the boys?”- Petra, you blonde little snake, don’t call my Fina out like that. Maybe we're allowed to know she's a lesbian, but don't flaunt it in front of the entire canteen like that. It’s kind of funny though how Fina is so clear about Luis not being her type, yet there are so many common denominators between him and Marta both in personality and in physicality (except of course the most important one in this case, their sex).

I know he’s supposed to be one of the good guys, but honestly, Andrés is a bit of a douchebag, isn’t he?! Or maybe that's a bit harsh, but he comes across as pretty smarmy. He's like what the wall behind your stove would be if anthropomorphised, kind of greasy, kind of sticky and in constant need of being hosed down. But yay for not letting the roof drop on your employees, I guess.

[martiandmichelle]

(I posted this last summer but wanted to bring it back again cause I hope to be writing about some of this soon! Oh, and obviously that is my tit and nipple in the photo about to be sucked by one of our office ladies. Marti)

First let me explain this condition that I (and others!) can find ourselves in called "Sexually Blissed Out" or SBO. The definition of blissed out is given perfectly at the online Urban Dictionary which is:

a trance-like happiness, euphoric almost can be sexual, overwhelmed with stimulation leading this trance-like state of being so aroused and blissful.

So I am going to give you the top 5 things that can make me SBO or at least come close to it. SBO doesn't happen a lot but when it does, WOW! I go limp and just let it happend, usually having squirting orgasm after squirting orgasm, my nipples becoming powerful milk fountains.

So here are 5 things that can get me to SBO listed from least likely (5) to most likely (1).

(5) Cum drinking. I'm not talking just about swallowing a guy's or even guys' loads (though doing that as well helps), I'm talking about drinking glasses of cum, chugging them down. The overwhelming taste and wonderful scent of the cum fills all of me and just takes me places and one of them is close to falling into a wonderful SBO. It takes several glasses, e.g., a LOT of cum to get me to SBO.

(4) Tit fucking. That might surprise you, maybe? It's a fantastic way for your greatest sex gift (your hard cock) and what, in my mind anyway, is my greatest sex gift (my tits), to be together and the visual is just incredible. It will take a line of guys doing that to me and squirting their cum on my tits or on my face to get me to SBO, but, damn, it's fun getting there.

(3) Visual sex. I love this, especially when followed by other things on this list. This is usually a 1 on 1 act but it doesn't have to be. To just sit with someone and have them just stare at my body and don't even touch me. I especially love it if my partner or partners stay dressed and I'm nude and he/she/they just stare, with hardons or wet crotches. My breathing quickens and my head gets light and when I start arching my body out and putting my hands behind my head and spreading my legs - yeah, I'm almost to SBO. It just takes time.

(2) Nipple sucking. My experience is that women are better at this than men, some of that is because women tend to take longer when they do it and that I love how they start slowly then ramp it up. If I have one person on one tit and another on the second tit then SBO can come quickly and last for as long as the sucking does. It's almost as if I leave my body and watch from a third person position, just letting my tits enjoy it without me and my emotions getting in the way. Expect a LOT of milk and squirting orgasms when I get there.

(1) Throat fucking. (Obviously only guys can do this. Using dildos is not the same!) OK, I'm not talking blow jobs here. In throat fucking or face fucking (whichever term you choose or however long your dick is, both work), you're in control - TOTAL control. You must be serious about tit and give it your all. I can take it - really, I can (unless you have a cock with > 8 inch girth which won't fit down my throat). I trained myself long ago how to breathe with a cock in my throat so don't you dare take it out unless your changing positions and have to. And any and every position is wonderful. Don't dare stop and ask my if I'm alright - I'll let you know if something isn't working - or you'll ruin the mood. Destroy my mouth and throat as best you can and I'll love the experience ever more. This can be with just one guy (if you can last a long time or can keep going after cumming which means not get too soft). If you want to see me in deep, limp SBO then bring some of your buddies with you so you can go for hours. Rope and handcuffs are welcome, even enjoyed. Just plan to spend hours at it so I can empty all my milk and pussy juices.

Some honorable mentions would be gang bangs (the bigger the better and me in the middle), cowgirl fucking, blow jobs (giving), and drinking my own milk and/or squirt as long as I have friends to share it with. Taking someone's virginity is also amazing as is sex with someone for the first time. I'll round at the top 10 in that I find age differences to be very hot! That, of course, means I'm the older one so having a guy or gal (or, preferably, guys or gals) 40+ or better yet 50+ years younger than me is awesome. (No, no one under 18!)

(These things can change around in order. Had I written this 6 months ago I would have put having my nipples sucked first!)

I'm telling you this now because I'm writing something for you where a number of these come into play. I'm pretty deep into it already so hopefully you'll be able to read it soon.

Marti

[magicspace114]

I need to rant, sorry in advance

Ok so I have been a bit obsessed with Epic the musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans. For anyone who doesn't know it's still in the making with 4 concept albums out and follows the story of the Odyssey. This rant is about his most recent album, the Circe Saga.

So. I love these songs, they're all really amazing and I really recommend people check it out if they've not listened to it before but I especially like imagining how they'd be performed on a stage, the acting and blocking behind the lyrics, which is what has me fixated on the last two songs in the Circe Saga "Done for" and "There are other ways" because the way the power dynamics shift back and forth between Circe and Odysseus leads to some pretty fun blocking.

Considering you hear lion roars in the track emphasising some of Circe's lines, you can imagine her being pretty imposing when the odds are in her favour. Meanwhile Odysseus has always been cunning, hiding his advantage for the first part of the song, he's allowing her to impose on him so there's a lot of back and forth both in the song and in the actual blocking.

I can't tell this rant to anyone I know because this isn't their type of thing so I'm taking it to Tumblr and maybe some of you will actually like it.

A little context to the scene in my head just so you know where some things are in the room that are relevant. There's a table in the centre of the room. This would have been the table Odysseus' men had ate at before they were turned to pigs. The food is gone and the table has new placements set awaiting another meal. To the far right of the stage, a lounge chair that Circe is sitting on at the start of the song, pointing out at a possible veranda or something with a small table beside it.

So, the blocking in my head, as well as a bit of thought tracking, following the lyrics of the song goes as follows:

Odysseus enters from the opposite side of the stage, having to cross the room and past the table. He never approaches farther than halfway between the table and Circe.

"Lady of the palace, sorry that I ask this..." - This entire start of the song is a ruse. Odysseus is under no impression that this is a misunderstanding. He's purposefully playing up the innocence to keep Circe off guard.

Circe is initially fooled, having easily tricked her last visitors. She's not worried or threatened so remains in her seat looking away from Odysseus. Her hands are busy, I'm imagining a wine glass in one hand and maybe she's petting a lion with the other hand or something.

"Did you do something to them?" Odysseus plays up the innocence and unsureness, letting himself appear weak, stopping his approach here before he gets too close to Circe.

"Who me? All I did was reveal their true forms." Circe mocks Odysseus' innocence, still not looking at him or moving.

"You turned them into pigs." This line from the track sounds like he's in awe, almost like he's unaware such magic exists so likely more ruse to keep Circe off guard.

"Ha." Circe puts down her wine glass and stands up, finally turning to him.

"I don't know who you are nor why you're here..." Circe approaches Odysseus, holding all the power in this scene as she backs him up to the table.

"I've got people to protect, nymphs I can't neglect, so I'm not taking chances dear." Odysseus' lower back hits the table behind him and she closes the gap. I see Circe as a rather tall woman, at least a little taller than Odysseus so she's able to tower over him here.

"If you make one wrong move then you're done for..." she boxes him in with her hands on either side of him, making him lean back against the table. During her chorus, she's very predatory, leering and appraising him like a cat playing with prey. Odysseus' face is stoic.

"I don't mean to tip your scales..." Odysseus' face breaks into a smug smile and he straightens up. Circe stops leaning over him and her arms drop from boxing him in.

"You must be a liar, mortals can't acquire moly without dire consequence." She stands back a little now, looking at him with suspicion. She's not threatened yet but her guard is going up.

"Then I must be a god like you cus I got this root from the ground with my bare hands." Odysseus playing up his confidence in hopes of bringing Circe off guard again and making her think he's more cocky than he is.

"Hermes gave it to you, didn't he?" Circe's having none of the act.

"Alright, yes, fine, but regardless." Odysseus also drops the act.

"You and I are now evenly matched. Our fates are intertwined they're attached." He draws his sword and points it at Circe's neck. She's stepped back so she's a full sword length away from him, putting her in the exact opposite position than she was at the start of the song.

"I have people to protect, friends I can't neglect." Odysseus starts backing Circe up. Circe is backing away but specifically, she's backing towards her chair where her staff is.

"So now there is no turning back." Both pause for this line.

"You've made your one wrong move-" Circe darts for her staff, using it to counter Odysseus' blade. "-now you're done for."

This chorus, the pair are fighting with each other with their weapons but also with their magic. I know in Jorge's idea of the scene, Odysseus conjures a cyclops to defeat Circe's monster (I can't remember what it is) so in my vision, a cyclops and lion monster are fighting with each other in the background while Odysseus and Circe fight in the foreground, their moves being somewhat mirrored by their creatures.

When the cyclops overpowers the lion, Odysseus has disarmed Circe. He's not flush to her with the sword under her chin, more standing with the tip of his blade at her neck so he's a sword's length away, sword poised and gaze sharp and calculating.

"You've lost." He can't kill her yet, he needs her to change his men back.

"My nymphs are like my daughters..." It's Circe's turn to start acting. Her face softens to garner sympathy.

"But everyone's true colours are revealed in acts of lust." Her face morphs into a suggestive look.

"I'm not sure I follow." Odysseus tenses up here, maybe knowing what's to come.

In this song, though there's a lot of sensual touching, all of it is very purposeful for Circe. In this song, it's not about seducing him, it's about distracting him until she can get the upper hand.

"There are other ways of persuasion, there are other modes of control. There are other means of deceit, there are other roads to the soul." Sensual touching starts on the blade, a finger moving down it, gently nudging it away from her throat, by the end of this line, she'll had reached his wrist and fully pointed the blade away from her.

"There are other actions of passion." She's taken steps to close the gap between them, hand moving up his arm and to his face, directing him to stare at her face.

"You have so much left to learn, want to save your men from the fire, show me you are willing to burn." She's circling him closely, once on the other side of him, she's within reach of the table.

When they start to harmonise their songs, Circe directs Odysseus closer to the table using the hand on his face, cupping the back of his neck so she can bring him with her as she backs towards the table, getting close enough to take a knife from the table placements. Odysseus tries to shy away from her seduction but every time he tries to look away, she has him look back with the hand on his cheek or chin to ensure he can't see what she's doing.

"There is so much power, so much power, but there's no puppet here." She slips out between him and the table, going behind him, hiding the knife behind her while she continues to sing in his ear.

As they harmonise again, she keeps up the sensual touching, keeping him looking at her as she appears at his other shoulder again, now backing him up against the table.

"There's no puppet here." "Forgive me." At this harmonisation, Circe has her arms around his neck, knife behind him, poised to stab him.

"I can't!" Odysseus pushes her away and she's so surprised that she actually stumbles. She quickly hides her knife at her side.

"Back at home my wife awaits for me..." At this point, Odysseus is genuinely pleading with Circe, knowing he needs to appeal to her in order to get her to willingly turn his men back. This is a moment he shows her real vulnerability.

"So I beg you, Circe, grant us mercy, and let us puppets leave." Circe has turned away by now to hide as her face softens. Her shoulders drop.

"Poseidon, ey?" She relaxes, setting her knife down on the small table beside her chair.

"There might be a way to evade him, there might be a way to get home..." She turns back to him, eyes calculating but not hostile.

"I can't get you home but I'll get you to the underworld instead..." She's closing the gap again but now not stepping into his personal space, just really standing at a comfortable distance for conversation.

"Wait, you're helping us?" Odysseus steps forward, surprised but tension releases in his shoulders.

"There are many ways of persuasion..." Circe moving away as she sings the last of her lines.

"Maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more." She walks to Odysseus again.

"Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer more." She passes behind him as she holds out her last note.

Sorry again for this, I just wanted to write this down somewhere and see if anyone wants to read it.

[docholligay]

OKAY! You asked for it ahah.

So this is, as always, a combo of what I think they actually smell like, and then I go looking for those notes, and go by vibes. I have these in mind for all my Blorbot Prime, and most second tier characters as well. I've smelled every one of the perfumes I've put on these ladies, with the exception of one, which will be pretty obvious why when I talk about it.

Minako. So I always think of her as smelling like peaches, which is rough in the perfume world, because, most perfume is made of of what's called absolutes, think of these as like, the building blocks of a perfume, and there is no such thing as a peach absolute. So, I love rose, and there is more than one rose absolute, so this is pretty easy. Peach, you mostly have to go off something that suggests peach to your nose. For a long time I had her in Bitter Peach by Tom Ford, but a couple months ago I smelled:

Oh Ma Biche by Lolita Lempicka and this is the one. It invokes the scent of a bellini, which is perfect because it pulls in that peachiness without being oversweet, because it doesn't have vanilla in the structure of it. It has that vaguely intoxicating, light quality, so it smells more of like what I think of when I think of Mina, that juicy sweetness but it's edged with something you can't quite pin down (and she likes it that way)

Michiru. I will never smell Michiru's perfume because we all know she has a house in paris mix it for her custom. This is a thing that absolutely exists, if you have a great deal of money. I put her in rose and white florals (like jasmine) with a classic and old school musk and vetiver base, maybe with a light dosing of wine lees. I think it would smell very classic or old, depending on your point of view. Don't get me wrong, I do want this perfume. There's two or three I've layered to get an IDEA of it, but I've never found one perfume I think made it up.

Rei as we all know, is in actuality too fucking cheap to buy perfume, and if she wears any at all, it's a dupe, but in my world that's not any fun, so let's pick out what she likes enough to have someone buy her. I see deep, commanding notes for her, I actually think she would wear ~Men's perfume~* some of the time especially when she was convinced she needed to be a Boardroom Broad and I don't think Rei is immune to some fucked up ideas about power and gender ANYWAY. For most times:

Ebene Fume by Tom Ford. I think this choice is a little boring (full disclosure: I own a decant of this perfume and really do love it) in that it's Tom fucking Ford and everyone has heard of it, but I think I'm going a bit xkcd comic on that one, if you know what I mean. But it's smoky and deep and powerful, it's like a men's perfume with softer edge to it. It's also a great night perfume, which is when I think she would mostly wear it, and it doesn't have any sweetness to it, really.

Haruka. Going outside the idea of Michiru having a perfume made for her, which I believe she would, let's talk about what I think she would buy for herself (and also a defense of the perfume I'm about to mention)

Dior Sauvage. This one is so common that even non-perfume people have heard of it. Do you know why? It smells good on almost fucking everyone. There's so much snooty ass disdain for this perfume in the weird world of perfume lovers, but honestly? This and Versace Eros are the two I recommend for folks wanting a masc-leaning perfume. (I also like to wear it, especially when I'm hyperfemme) It just smells good on people. It is so well crafted that it is mass appealing. Whenever we have men going, "What perfume can I buy that women love" they're so annoyed when I say "Dior Sauvage" but whenever I crack out the suit and wear this with it, a woman always asks me what my cologne** is. Haruka would smell amazing in it, and she would get compliments from women, and that would reineforce the behavior.

OKAY WELL SORRY ABOUT ALL THAT

*all perfume is gender neutral if you're not a little bitch about it. Women wearing men's perfume is not super duper uncommon, but men should really throw on a floral sometimes, but of course going toward masculinity is understandable, going toward femininity is weak blah blah blah you're all so fucking boring.

**Cologne is not just "men's perfume" it's a whole other category this post is long enough and I've spent too much time on it already and you are tired of reading it but please know this

[lovemishjen]

HELLO, i have a question about j2m. Do u think they're close friends or even friends in this day and age? Im a new fan and i dont have that much info about them yet, but i love them dearly. and i want a non delusional answer from someone.

Hello,

It's nice to get a normal question, instead of the usual troll-ish ones.

Alright, let's get down to this.

Disclaimer: I do not know these these gentlemen or their families personally, and I am not even American. But I have been in the fandom since 2009, on tumblr since 2010 I think. So this is based on my observation from con panels, especially jibcon, and social media interactions with each other over the years. I have not been super active in the fandom since over a year though.

If you a J2M fan, you should watch this honcon panel that is a sheer definition of fun 👆🏽

I think Jensen and Jared hit it off initially and were friends on set and even shared a home for a while.

Later on, Danneel and Gen and J2 would hang out, but at some point they had a falling out. I personally think the ladies did not just get along wth each other, need not have been a big falling out. They are different personalities and strong women and it's not necessary to become besties just because their husbands work together. Later, the men themselves had a falling out, the details of which we might never know.

This post is far more well-researched and well-explained than I will have ever patience for 👇🏽

Jensen and Misha, after a lukewarm start in early season 4 filming, started getting along really well. I believe a huge reason for this is that Danneel adores Misha, and she has always been vocal about it. Check out Jenmisheel tag to check out stories of their hanging out. One of the incidents is the story of Danneel and Misha eating chillies and Jensen laughing about, is one of the examples of this.

But also, Misha has been a great influence on Jackles. Misha had quite a wild youth, his ex-wife even wrote a book on threesomes! But he became a father first, mellowed down and being older as well, you always get a sense that Jensen looked up to him. While his relation with Jared was more of a fun buddy, I get the feeling that Jensen and Misha have an equation where they can sit and have a serious conversation.

But all three of them, and the rest of the cast as well, did have a lot of fun together. Have you watched the mockumentary directed by Misha? If not, do watch.. you will love it!

By the final seasons, Jensen and Misha seemed very obviously closer.

Their 10 year friendship post by Jensen was far too serious, unlike other fun posts, so he seems to give a lot of importance to their friendship.

Currently, I think Jensen and Jared are cordial and wish each other on birthdays and other occasions, and the same with Misha and Jared. I think Jensen and Misha interact more often and touch base more frequently, but if they meet up in person, and how often is not something we know. Unlike say Richard Speight Jr and Rob Benedict, who were (are?) doing a podcast together, and so we know they hang out a lot. With J2M, they are not super-active on social media off late, so we don't know as much.

Let me know if you have any other questions.

[tempo-tales]

"I wonder...if they'll be just 'siblings' or 'more than a friendship'...I've never been this curious about someone for as long as I can remember..."

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The De La Estrella and Leggero family get together as usual to watch their favorite team's soccer game. Omar and Guido always like to grill or shop together as best friends. While their wives dedicate themselves to helping with the housework and taking care of the children, especially Alicia, who tends to get into a lot of mischief with no bad intentions with little Chris.

"And when are you going to drink with me compadre? "Guido says to Omar opening his can of beer.

"I hate alcohol, don't insist."

"But there must be at least something you like."

"None..."

"Have you tried this one?"

"Cola de Mono? Hey, it's not Christmas yet."

"Heh, gotcha." exclaims Guido.

"Ah, yeah, right. "Omar rolls his eyes.

"Then let's drink Cola de Mono!"

"I don't like this at all."

The two men return home with all the ingredients and utensils to prepare the family lunch.

As the adults chat, Lia calls her husband as she suspects something is on her mind.

"Gordo, what are you planning to do?"

"Nothing precious, just, having fun as a family."

"Family? Hehe, that you already think our son is married to the Ali?" a subtle smile sketches the lady.

"No need to think that, family is togetherness. And, you still follow that fanaticism to see Chris with little Ali?"

"It's just...alas, it's inevitable...I want to see them both in love and married...oh, my goodness."

"They're babies, what's wrong with you?"

"Dreaming doesn't cost anything."

"Well I'll go to... CHILDREN!!! WHAT DO THEY DO?!"

Guido sees a 4 year old Ali with a knife and a barely two year old Chris with a giant sitting fork, both clashing utensils like dangerous swords. They looked happy and fun playing that dangerous game.

Chris's parents grab both children, relieved that a fatal accident did not occur.

"Oh, my Chris, I'm so glad you're okay my baby... "exclaims Lia as she hugs her little boy.

"Ali, what are you doing with that one with that knife? It's dangerous!"

"It's not a toy?" Alicia asks with a curious face.

"No!"

"I saw it in toy bag." The girl responds as she points her arm towards the bag on the sofa.

"Ummm...makes sense, it was the only bag I caught...ok, ok, no more shenanigans, I'll put you both to bed!"

"I don't want to sleep! I want to play with Chris!"

The baby, hearing the desperate child, begins to cry. Both children cry at the top of their voices.

Rosario approaches the Leggero couple with the children crying at the top of their voices.

"Don Guido, is something wrong with the children?"

"A fatal accident almost happened Rosy, we have to hide the utensils immediately!"

"Oh my god! Omar, I need your help!"

While Rosario,Omar and Guido hide the items, Lia takes the children to Alicia's bedroom and lays them down. They both stop crying, and Chris hugs Ali, thus relaxing at ease.

"Oh Chris, why aren't you like that with me, with your mother..." sighs the boy's mother.

Ali, touching her small hand to Lia's arm, looks at her with pleading eyes.

"Aunt Lia, no...I...want...to...sleep...nooo..."

"And how about I tell you another story? This time a Peasant who found a golden Turnip?"

"Story!!! Chris, Chris! Story! Story!"

The child about to fall asleep opens his eyes and looks at an excited Alicia and then looks at his mother. The child is also excited.

"All right, once upon a time..."

The voice with a foreign accent and good pronunciation narrates the story and the children pay attention. During the time, the children droop their eyelids until they lay their heads on the pillow, very relaxed and happy.

Lia lets out a sigh of calm as she finally finishes narrating.

"Aunt Lia, no...I...want...to...sleep...nooo..."

"How about I tell you another story? This time a Peasant who found a golden Turnip?"

"Story!!! Chris, Chris! Story! Story!"

The child about to fall asleep opens his eyes and looks at an excited Alicia and then looks at his mother. The child is also excited.

"All right, once upon a time..."

The voice with a foreign accent and good pronunciation narrates the story and the children pay attention. During the time, the children droop their eyelids until they lay their heads on the pillow, very relaxed and happy.

Lia lets out a calming sigh at last as she finishes narrating.

"Oh children, I haven't even finished the story, but how nice to see you calm."

The woman stares at the children with their heads side by side, hugging and calm.

"I wonder...if they'll be just 'siblings' or 'more than a friendship'...I've never been this curious about someone for as long as I can remember..."

"Sweetie, are you upstairs?"

"Shhh, the kids are asleep."

"Sorry. Come on, Omar and Rosy are waiting for us."

"Let's go."

As Lia moves toward the door, she gives her husband a kiss on the cheek and he follows behind with a satisfied face.

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The adults eat and drink while watching the soccer game on the new television the De La Estrella couple invested in. Guido drinks a large amount of beer while Omar drinks water.

The wives just watch as their husbands enjoy the TV.

"O-Omar, here, for the toast."

"My glass of water is enough and besides, you stink! Get away from me!"

"Awww, hahaha, bear hug we're wiiiiinniiing!!!"

"Get off! Don't kiss me!"

The girls just laughed at the spectacle until they heard a baby cry.

"Oh, Chris woke up."

"I'll go with you to see Ali."

They go up to the second floor while the men continued the awkward show.

"Omar...accept this little cup as...hic, holy cup as a symbol of our friendship?"

"Idiot! Pass that and stop bothering!"

Omar drinks the cup of liquid but did not expect the liquid to contain a potent level of alcohol.

The man began to drink more, up to five drinks within half an hour. Omar's personality changed.

"Guido..."

"What?"

"Shut up there's a GOOOOLLLLL!!!! to go!" Shouts the exalted and drunk Omar."

"GOOLLLL!!!"

The merry drunken men dance non-stop and with hugs included. Omar drinks the beer bottles like water in one sip, as does Guido. Ali goes out to the backyard and sees the drunken dads and joins them in dancing. The meeting ended up being a spectacle of a couple of drunks and a girl cheering and dancing.

The spouses could only feel embarrassed and baby Chris also joins the group, walking half-heartedly, but happily.

...

...

...

Tempo kept laughing with a soft laugh as she watched the memory fall from one of her tears, only to end up in powder and fly into the air.

[drvirgus]

My Girl

??? X G!P Reader X Ryujin

Description: You were always satisfied. A single Woman that occasionally sleeps around Campus since your Heart already belongs to someone without your knowledge. But what happens when Ryujin asks something of you? Will you forget your first Love and start loving Ryujin?

Warnings: Smut, Reader G!P

Chapter 1:

Ji-hyo looked at me. Her eyes visibly narrowed. "So? What about tomorrow? Are you coming?" she asked as she sucked on her straw. I looked at her and sighed, "I don't know. The tutor gave me until the week after. But yeah, I think I'll come tomorrow and submit it," I replied, nodding my head.

The older woman also smiled. Her head turned briefly to a crowd of people who started shouting loudly in the store, probably playing a drinking game. Some were already drunk, while others were happy as they forced someone to drink.

Here at the JYP Bar, near the university, there were many students relieving stress, especially those who were about to submit their term papers, which was the case for most of the people here. My eyes also looked at the familiar ladies. I had several courses with them, but somehow I could only remember their names halfway.

Lia, Yuna, and Ryujin. I couldn't seem to remember the other two. One of them looked really enchanting, though. Those eyes... I could never look away whenever our gazes met.

Ji-hyo looked at me. Her eyes fell on my phone, which lit up. Almost immediately, she grinned, "Rosé is back in town?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I chuckled as I gently nudged her. My lips formed a small grin as I picked up my phone and read the message.

Roseanne (21:16): Hey, Y/N. I'm back in town, and I'm all alone at home. I really don't want to be alone right now. How about we meet at your place? I really want to see you right now.

A smile appeared on my lips. I stood up and grabbed my cardigan from the chair. Ji-hyo understood immediately and chuckled amusedly, "Have fun. Don't be too hard on her," she said as she watched me put on the cardigan and head towards the door.

Unfortunately, I was bumped into right away, "Oh. I'm sorry, Y/N," I heard the beautiful woman with those cat-like eyes say. I smiled politely, placing my hands on her upper arms to steady her. The taller woman looked at me as she almost grinned, "I never introduced myself... I'm Yeji," she said with a smile.

I nodded my head, "Hello, Yeji. I'm sorry, but I really have to go. I have something important to do," I said as I gently released the taller woman. My eyes briefly glanced at all the empty bottles of alcohol and then at the group of girls and boys.

Apparently, they were hosting a mixer here. An event where an equal number of men and women go out for drinks, like a date.

I smiled as I looked back at Yeji, "Have a nice evening," I said politely. Yeji opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by one of her friends. I smiled and left the JYP Bar right away. I immediately made my way back home.

Me (21:20): I'm heading home right now. Looking forward to it.

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My eyes opened once again as I heard the toilet flush. I looked over at the woman who had just come out of my bathroom and was fixing her hair. I sat up, observing the beautiful blonde as she tied her hair up in a messy bun. A slight smile on my face.

Rosé sat back on my bed, slowly getting dressed. My arms, however, wrapped around her hips as my lips brushed against her neck, giving her tender kisses. I felt the slightly older woman sigh and lean against me. "It's okay if you sleep here... It's late," I whispered softly as my lips now trailed over her shoulders, leaving feather-light kisses.

"I can't. I have an important term paper to submit early tomorrow," the blonde woman said as she put on her bra again. I helped her fasten it with a smirk on my face and then stood up, getting dressed as well. "Then let me accompany you," I said as I closed the button of my jeans.

Rosé looked at me, shaking her head amusedly as she watched me getting dressed. I immediately grabbed my phone from the bedside table and put it in my pocket. I patiently waited for the older woman. "How is your mom?" I asked, interested, as my eyes wandered over the blonde's body.

She sighed softly, "She's doing better. She's just a drama queen. She used it as an excuse to get me to go home and visit her. She only had a little fever," she replied, visibly amused. A smile on her face. She then turned to face me.

"But what about you? When I was gone, you surely weren't abstemious, right?" she asked, chuckling lightly. She came over with a slight grin and sat on my lap. I held her firmly at the hips so she wouldn't fall. My eyes locked onto hers.

She laughed a bit, "Oh, come on, Y/N. I'm just teasing you. I don't care who you sleep with... This thing between us is just lust. We still agree on that, right?" she asked, smiling. I immediately grinned and turned both of us around. I supported my hand beside her head and brushed my lips against hers. "I think we've never agreed on something so much," I replied as I connected our lips.

My knee between her legs as she started to gasp. Her hands ran through my shoulder-length hair. "But I think I should take you home, hm?" I asked, grinning slightly as I pulled away from the older woman. I stood up and extended my hand to help her up.

Smiling, we left my apartment. We chatted as we strolled through the streets at a slow and comfortable pace. Occasionally, we stopped at a few red lights, but luckily, we didn't live too far from each other.

I said goodbye with a hug to the older blonde and watched her enter her own apartment. Now, I made my way back home. I even walked slower than before, enjoying the quiet of the night and the fresh spring air.

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As I passed by a pub, the JYP Bar, I recognized a familiar student outside. She was crouched down between two trash bins. My forehead wrinkled in confusion, and I approached the woman. I could hear her vomiting between the bins. My nose wrinkled, but I was also concerned.

I knew her. We had attended several lectures together and occasionally chatted. Admittedly, she wasn't the most pleasant person, but she clearly needed help. Sighing, I grabbed the visibly drunk woman's arm just as she was about to fall into her own vomit.

I helped her stand and looked at her. Her eyes were only half open as she looked back at me. I examined her face. It was Shin Ryujin... the woman I always seemed to compete with, or rather, the woman who competed with me. I didn't do anything special, but I could feel her staring at me from a distance, likely because I had better grades.

"Where do you live?" I asked as calmly as possible. Ryujin looked at me, swaying visibly, so I tightened my grip on her. I swallowed as I felt her body against mine when she stumbled over her own feet. My hands wrapped around her hips to steady her. Thoughtfully, I bit my lip.

Ryujin didn't answer. She seemed... completely out of it. Too drunk to even realize anything...

But should I really take a stranger home with me? Could I somehow find out where she lived? Could I just leave her here?

My mind was racing. "Hey, Ryujin. Are you feeling better?" I heard someone say. My eyes narrowed as I inspected the somewhat sober man. He also seemed to sway slightly and had a rather unpleasant grin on his face. I looked him over.

"Do you two know each other?" I asked, and the man looked surprised. He saw how Ryujin's head hung from the alcohol and chuckled a bit. He nodded his head, "Yeah. The sweet one here is coming with me," he said, laughing lightly as he tried to grab her wrist. However, I stopped him, placing my hand on his wrist as I looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Where does she live?" I asked, nodding my head towards the drunken woman in my arms. He shrugged nonchalantly, "No idea. She'll be crashing at my place anyway," he said as he pulled away from my grip. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, now a bit angry, "What do you want anyway? Is she your friend?" he asked, now sounding slightly irritated. "Whatever. I bought her too many drinks. I deserve it," he said, trying once again to take hold of her arm.

My suspicion had been confirmed. He wasn't a friend. He was just a stranger in a bar. My eyes narrowed even more. Ryujin was in no condition to respond or even understand the current situation. With my free hand, I reached for my wallet and took out a few bills, "Here. This should be enough," I said, almost disgusted, as I threw the Money at his feet.

Like a greedy pig, he started crawling. I observed him from above, but I decided to take advantage of the current situation and leave. Ryujin securely in my arms.

However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to walk with a drunk woman, so I decided to carry her on my back. Getting her up there wasn't an easy task either. But after several attempts, I finally managed to position her on my back.

The only sounds I heard from her were her constant groans and moans. But she didn't move an inch. Not even when I climbed the stairs to my apartment and opened my front door.

What could have happened if I hadn't taken Rosé home?

I laid the drunken woman on my bed. She groaned again, but said nothing. I took off her shoes and placed them by the front door. My eyes fell on her clothes. I sighed slightly annoyed.

She was wearing a crop top that was already riding up and very short shorts. My eyes narrowed. Should I change her clothes?

I sighed again and decided against it. I would never undress someone without their consent... I covered the practically unknown woman and went straight to the living room. There, I took off my jeans and thin sweater, lying down on the couch. I always slept in my tank top and boxers.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes. Now, I was sleeping on my couch only because someone couldn't control themselves