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It all started with Katsuki being dead-asleep and sprawled out and snoring in a way that most people would deem horrendously uncomfortable, and obnoxiously pleasant. Like an overgrown cat.

He was dead to the world until his phone rang. Biceps twitching and flinging awake in the dark Katsuki’s dark red eyes cut across the grey light of his room to catch into the stark blue phone light that was buzzing like crazy. Hands accidentally fumbling as he grabbed it he squinted with a surprised, “fuck.” Why were you calling him? You were 2 years his senior and the resident babysitter/tutor of his neighborhood back in Musutafu. A smart student and pretty girl: one of the only babysitters his parents ever agreed to come watch him. Mostly because your death glare was one that could really rival his own mothers, but also bc Katsuki harbored a little bit of admiration and a crush on you for some time making him actually behave for you.

And as your name flashes across the screen pressed against his cheek he can only remember sitting at the kitchen counters and sharing orange slices as you quiz him for his practical exams. He hasn’t seen you in years. Your voice flits through same as ever, “Hey Katsuki!” He shuffles and sits up closer. His eyebrows peaked — you sound breathy and stressed. “Hey to you too,” he growls. Another whisky giggle, “I know it’s late. I’m really sorry about that! It’s just — well your mother always tells me to call you if I was ever alone at night and I couldn’t think of who else I trust to call. . .” His damn mother did have a habit of telling resident kids to call him in case they were in dangerous situations. A habit she always kept up since he was a kid; always making him walk with you and the other girls when school clubs let out. And now here he was a fledgling hero and Mitsuki was still telling extras to call him — I guess some things never change. Katsuki could hear the faint music of karaoke bars over the phone. Already getting out of bed and rummaging through his drawers for a pair of sweats and hoodie. “S’ okay. Where’re you at right now?” You huff a little sigh, “I’m out at the bar strip on the west side of the city . . . it’s a little chilly.” Katsuki already has his feet in his slides and is heading out his dorm room, “I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” He huffs, “Now what’s the problem?” “I’m just a little nervous . . .” You admonish finally, “Could you just stay on the phone with me, please Katsuki? It’s really kinda sketchy out here.” He grunts, already stepping out the dormitory door and hitting the streets. “I can do that. How’ve ya been? It’s been awhile.” You huff a little laugh, “College is fine pretty mundane to what you’ve been doing. I’ve seen you on the tv and in the news a lot recently. I’m real proud of you Kit-Kat. Your folks are too.” Katsuki can feel his stupid heart leap at that nickname you gave him.

It’s because he used to give you kit-kats every year on white day — which wasn’t really out of the ordinary since you gave him chocolate on valentines, but you gave chocolates to all the neighborhood kids anyways. And despite his parents teasing and his agony you never seemed to think much of it, ruffled his hair and gave him a cute nickname.

He chest swells with pride nonetheless. A particular school event was coming up and he finds himself mentioning it as he spots your form sitting under the bus stop and shouts into the night instead of the phone. “I’ve got my year-three performance showcase coming up next week. If you wanna come watch I can definitely get you tickets next to my folks.” Your eyes go wide and flit over to his figure in the darkness. And the first thing Katsuki can’t help but think is that you look pretty.

Your arms are crossed over your chest and the black corset top you’re wearing. It makes your waist and broad shoulders pop. And as he gets closers he can see that it’s got the lace closures down the sides with cute little bows that you’ve tied. A pair of cream colored trousers and tall peep-toe heels underneath as you rise to greet him. Phone slack in your hand as you stare at him. The black straps of your top dangling over your smooth collarbone as you inhale, “Kats what are you doing here?” Your head of curled hair — he’s never seen you with curled hair before — tilts like a puppy dog. He shrugs hands in his pockets, “Coulda asked you the same.” He says pointedly, you curl in and flush with embarrassment, “How much have you had?” “Only a few. I’m still sober.” You reply with a shiver as you fall into step beside him, “Not as fun as I thought it was gonna be. My friends are still inside.” At this Katsuki feels himself relax he didn’t think this was really your seen anyway. Especially with those friends he knows you’re referring to: the older kids of the neighborhood. “Yeah the rest of them are real pieces of work, babe.” Babe. Did he just call you babe? Dunce face is rubbing off on him. You notice, glancing to look up at him, but he watches you shake your head a little and dismiss it as quickly. “So what’s this showcase that you mentioned Kit-Kat?” He huffs, taking the side closest to the street, “It’s a promotional showcase for 3rd years. Show the pros what we can do, explain our personal philosophy, our ambitions. It’s like a really big resume preview. It’s real important for getting yourself out there to the agencies although I already have good ties to some.” You nod, bumping elbows with him as you dodge a streetlight, “seems really important,” you muse. “I’d love to come if it’s no trouble?” Katsuki’s eyes are glued into your glossy lips while you say that, turning away with the tips of his ears pink as he grunts, “S’ no problem at all. I can get ya’ one tomorrow.” You hum thoughtfully, “it’ll be nice to see you in action up close. I’ve watched your sports festival showings before — it makes me want s’mores.” at this you giggle and lock eyes with him, “I let you do that one time.” Katsuki groans rolling his eyes. “Still the best ones I ever had!” He chuckles nudging you with his shoulder. You beam ear-to-ear and his heart pitters as you loop an arm through his to steady yourself, “I can’t believe we’re both so grown-up now.” And here you go turning sappy on him.

“You know Suki’ I know you’re gonna be a great hero because you’ve always done stuff like this for me. No matter how often others tell you different, you send them to me okay?” And you’re sniffling now, still shivering against his side as you prepare to fight off all the haters he has. He’s matured a lot since his debut, but they don’t say make a good-first impression for nothing. He glances at you intelligent, well-educated, passionate as you are you weren’t gonna put up much of a fight — he still appreciates the sentiment. He grumbles a “thank you” into your hair as he walks you home in the dead of night.

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Salvatore | 2.8k

ao3 | masterlist ✦ Pairing: DI!Leon Kennedy x younger f! reader ✦ Summary: Leon's on a working trip and it has been taking much longer than it should. As he doesn't like to spend much time away from you, he texts you daily, and since you miss him so deeply, you decide to videocall him. ✦ TW: NSFW, !MINORS DNI!, smut, porn with bit of context, explicit, f!reader, little to none f! physical appearence descriptions, masturbation, fingering, age gap mentions, daddy ass Leon

A/N: I have nothing to say in my defense, but that this might have two parts. Cause Leon's flying back home and dunno, you're still horny af, plus I wasn't sure of how to correctly incorporate the song to the post buttt I think Salvatore is my top 1 Leon song. So!

A disgrace of a man he had become ever since he met you, fell under your spell. Leon wasn’t used to staying away from you for this long — the trip was taking longer than expected. A week ago he had flown to Washington for the meeting of annual reports on DSO’s damage control. This type of trip did not usually take more than one or two days, and he had assured you that he would be back by the weekend. He had promised, you made plans and he usually did not breach the promises he made to you; he didn't like to fluster you. You were too good to him, he’d always tell you that. Too good, so good. You wouldn’t complain about his absence, you knew he was a busy man, a well-trained and well-requested agent — your much older boyfriend.

Every time that word danced on your red beautiful lips, he swore to feel a punch in the lower portion of his belly. Was he not too old to be dating in the most vivid sense of the word? To have a girl as young, beautiful, lively as you call someone like him a boyfriend? You liked to say, to recite; it made you delighted to watch the reactions, no: the age difference was never a problem for you.

It was a problem to him in the beginning. Leon resisted; he tried to resist you for longer than he could remember. Weeks maybe. He felt defeated, weak for giving up, but how could he not? When your eyes would met his with that devilish expression, all his control fell to the ground — he was yours.

The room door opened, and he made his way in. It was a spacious room, at least; a quality hotel. You would love that place, he thought. The luxurious furniture, the soft linen and the numerous pillows – the privileged view of the White House. He opened a corner smile as he thought of your reaction if you were there. You were one expensive little thing; before anything else, he took his phone out of his pocket and took a picture out of the window. He sent to your contact, affectionately saved by yourself as bae. 

Your status immediately changed to “online” when your phone rang and you noticed it was his text you were receiving. On the other side of the country, you opened up a foolish little smile lying on your bed. “Like it, doll?” his text said, and your smile grew wide.

You rolled down lying on your belly, and typed your answer.

“Don’t do that to me... I’d sell a kidney to be there with you right now.” you typed, and opened a smile knowing that you had ripped out a sincere laugh from him with your little hyperbole.

Leon laughed briefly. Your mood was indeed extremely funny to him, jokes that sometimes you would have to explain after doing, since the difference between generations was a barrier to the two of you at least in that matter. 

The agent left his already half tired body fall on the armchair that lay in front of the bed, large enough for at least three of him. The blue blazer that decorated his body was quickly thrown aside and he dropped down a few buttons of the white social shirt that came down below, the first portions of his now visible defined chest decorated by the blonde hair that grew around there. As he stretched out to the stand table — a small bar with a few varieties of whisky — and started pouring himself a good cup of Bourbon, his phone rang again. 

After the first drop came down burning through his throat, he opened the latest message you had sent. “Can I call you?”, it was asking.

He licked his lips tasting the taste of alcohol in his mouth, and pressed the FaceTime video call button. It took no more than three seconds for you to respond. 

His eyes were fixed on the screen of his phone. God in fucking heaven, it was a torture to see you like that, he thought. A torture. You were lying on your bed, overlooked; your hair was slightly messy, your pyjamas fell perfectly on your curves, the delicate silk fabric outlined your body like a sculpture drawn particularly to fuck his mind. He opened a smile when he saw the view of you, the lower of his belly kicking in just again. Seeing you like that, laying ever so beautiful, your body so exposed, in a situation like the one he was in right now: unable of touching, unable of even seeing you straight. That was somewhat torture.

“How are you, babe? You look tired.” You asked, resting your face on your hand, a small smile decorating your lips. Leon drank another long sip of his whisky. 

“It’s nothing, doll. This hell of a meeting, is all...” he murmured, crossing his legs and mindfully staring at you behind the screen. “I’m sorry, I won’t make it to the weekend.”

“Oh no...” You shuddered back, your look becoming frustrated in a matter of seconds. “Why are they holding you, did something happen?” You asked furrowing your eyebrows; it was your habit to ask, even if you knew he’d never give an answer.

“You know I can’t talk to you about that, darling...” He murmured, with a slightly defeated smile on his face, and continued, “I’ll be there Sunday night. I promised.” 

You sigh,frustrated and defeated sigh, but agreed. As always, how good you were to him. The silence only lasted for a few seconds before he spoke again in a calm and quiet tone.

“Are you mad at me?”

“I can’t be mad at you. It’s not even your fault...” You argued, shrugging your shoulders quickly, and your eyes focused for a few seconds on the open part of his shirt – a silent invitation. 

“You’re so good to me. I’ll compensate you, I promise.” he said in that soft spoken, deep voice.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly what he did to you, how he would put you in your place, how it would make you squirm in want and lust and call for him in your dreams whenever he was that far from you. 

There, dropped in that chair, Leon held the cell phone at the height of his knee, his eyes looking down to where his eyes found him behind the screen; he rested one hand on his face, in the encounter of his jaw with his neck. 

You could follow the well-defined drawings of his chest through the little exposed skin by the already undone buttons, his biceps that seeming to ask to explode out through all that fabric. Your eyes went down through his chest to the path of heaven that made the encounter between his belly and his crotch. You bite your own tongue. If you closed your eyes now, you could perfectly imagine how you would make him twist in your mouth. What a mess.

“You can compensate me now.” you said, after licking your lips. How could you taste the alcohol of his mouth on yours, if the two of you were more than kilometers away? How could he fuck up your head to make himself printed on you like that? 

“How would I do that, babe? Can’t eat you out through the phone.” he smirked, a little smile spreading across his lips noticing your eagerness for him. You were such a fucking fool - couldn’t hide a single feeling, damn.

You slowly flashed, and then got up a little bit by placing your phone in front of your pillow so that you could film yourself without using your hands. Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise when you slowly took your hand through the soft skin of your belly now exposed through the tiny shirt you wore, and began to raise it, gently, almost so slowly that you could now feel his excitement emanating from his look; his eyes burning, his stomach twirling inside in desire. It didn’t take you much to get him on the edge as you so knew from the plenty of times he couldn’t wait for the two of you to get home before fucking the brains out of you against the first car, table or wall he’d see.

“Can’t you? You seem like you are right now.” You smirked, and your hand went further up, beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. You palmed your breast and he could see the shape of your flesh changing as you tightened, more, stronger. Leon stretched his fists, almost able to feel the warm skin of your breasts against him; he could almost feel himself tracing kisses through your neck, bites, leaving marks that you would spend makeup trying to erase. Cupping your breast with his perfect-sized hand, suckling, making you squirm under him.

“Doll,” he said in a slightly alarmed tone. “Don’t do that to me. Don’t torture me like this.” He whispered, his blue eyes like the sea attached to the screen, to you. 

To your body, that he knew: belonged to him. You made that clearer when you started to climb the shirt even further, until you finally crossed it through your neck and threw it to the side. He couldn’t see your face anymore, only your body – you soft breasts, the inviting skin of your belly, the curves that formed your waist, those delicious hips, devilish thighs. You started becoming more and more drenched the more you showed more of yourself to him.

“Please... I need you so fucking much.” you pleaded, your voice muffled by the sounds of your panting.

You liked the obscene look he played at you when he saw you that way. One of your hands continued to massage one of your breasts, your nipples began to express the intensity of your own desire as punctual as they could be; you felt shrinking whole when your free hand began to descend through the lines that surrounded your uterus to the lower belly, inside the tiny, thin short you dared to call a pyjama. 

“You’ll kill me.” He replied licking his lips, his hand reached the remaining buttons of his shirt and he opened it completely. You could see by the emerging volume in his pants that you were not the only one burning in desire right now. Leon grabbed the volume of the bulge in his pants with one hand, in a frustrated attempt to ease the tension; the movement caused his breath to shrink for a moment and he released a low, needy moan. 

“Spread them for me, babe let me see you.” he told you, and you took it in.

You slowly sat on the bed, spreading up your legs as he had asked you, supporting your feet by the bed on the sides of the phone, completely exposed; the fabric of your shorts, alone, was not able to prevent Leon from seeing the perfect curves of your folds, the small well that formed in the fabric in your cunt. He opened up an almost demonic smile. You were not wearing panties.

“Oh, fuck, babe...” He moaned, his hands beginning to shake off the belt of his social pants. “Move it aside for me...” he asked, almost in a flustered sigh, as he let the belt fall freely on the sides of his body and unbuttoned the zipper of his pants with some hurry. At the moment he finally relaxed and released a desperate breath, you could see the perfect format of his cock ever so big, stretching the fabric of his white boxers. You felt your mouth salivate instinctively, and held back a moan of excitement. With one of your arms, you supported your elbow behind you, bending your body back and with your free hand, you pulled aside the central part of your shorts, exposing to him your needy, wet pussy. Your fingers traced a way through your folds to the core of your pleasure - your throbbing and twitching clit. 

Your face flushed in redness as you let your head fall back, but quickly bringing it back to staring at your phone where you could already see Leon’s hard cock twitching through the camera; in addition to your excruciating and burning desire, you could see the entire length, could picture yourself swallowing every inch of his right now. 

“See how you get me? You little evil thing… Play yourself to me, come on, do your

show…” He growled in a hoarse voice, slowly spitting at the glistening tip of his member, reddened by the need and the blood pulsating, his skin burning. “I’d go to that airport and advance my flight just to fuck you, god…” he continued, while his hand rushed from the tip to the base of his cock, spreading his spit through the length and starting to pump in slow alluring movements.

You couldn’t hold yourself from moaning near that man, you could barely hold your breath - your movements became instinctive when you were with him. Whenever he’d be behind you in the kitchen, mornings after a good night out - he’d call himself an oldie and complain about being tired, and the second next proceed to pin you against the counter and eat you up from behind. Just the thought of his tongue against you made you squirm on your own hand, circling movements starting by your index and middle fingers against your sensible clit. 

The muffled moans of his, your panting voice, the little sound he’d make each time his hand ran through his cock - the two of you got lost in the act, you could almost forget there was an entire country between you and him. The way you’d lose it when he started praising you-

“Good… So good to me, come to me, c’mon”, ah. There it was.

Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and you instinctively drawn your hand further lower towards your drenched entrance, stretching yourself, feeling the warmth of your walls that so needily called for him. You couldn’t possibly elaborate a single sentence right now, as your head was up in the sky; Leon had taught you to torture yourself. To hold back till you could no more, to try to postpone your orgasm till you felt your own body breaking down, losing conscience. 

He felt himself getting a raw, wild need once he noticed you were in that state he liked to put you in anytime he’d have time to fuck you straight, without a hurry, without the need of being a quickie. Squirming, panting, your body begging you to give in - god. 

His movements started to rush up watching the way your folds glistened through the low lightning of your room, your juices rushing down your thighs, the way you couldn’t watch him without your cheeks looking like burning fire on want and desire. 

His throat closed and he let his head fall back, for a moment, he got uncontrolled and erratic, his movements so strong you could hear a slight hint of pain in his voice, his stomach started flexing and he grabbed on tight to the chair’s arm, your name came out as a growl as he held to the base of his cock, letting out all of his milky seed spread against his chest, that moved constantly and erratically to his heavy breathing. 

Watching him get to his climax was too much for yourself and your personal tactic of torture. As you felt the ravenous feeling of your orgasm start to spread through your thighs, up your belly and down your pussy to the core of your pleasure, you let out, above all things, a soft moan - his name. Your voracious breath got in tune with his, as you bite your lip, your eyes ever so alluring boring into his through the screen, your obscene expression and smile as you pulled your fingers into your mouth and sucked onto them, tasting your own juices, feeling the living proof of your own pleasure.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He muttered, staring into you like a predator while you closed your legs and let out a little content laugh.

-

Leon picked up your call while dragging his baggage through the airport ways to the boarding line. A smile formed across his lips. 

“Little darling, I can’t really talk right now… I’m getting to the boarding line, my flight’s in about thirty minutes.” he argued, to which you just smiled.

“I just called to wish you a good flight, bae, that’s all.” You responded. “I’m waiting for you.”

“No no, don’t do that. Don’t stay awake waiting for me, yeah? I’ll be there soon enough, I promise.” 

“You know that no matter what you say, I’m going to do the exact opposite. Right? Right, Agent?”, you let out a soft laugh.

He sighed, closing his eyes.

“I know.”

[wzrd-wheezes]

What I Think of You - Toxic!Ex!Sirius x Reader (Part One)

AN - Hello! sorry it's been a minute since I last posted but I had an itching to write a toxic Sirius fic and really enjoyed writing this. It's pretty much just them arguing but I want to do a part 2 to it with toxic!reader (maybe with some smut) so let me know if you guys enjoyed this!

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Contains: toxic!sirius, arguing, swearing, mentions of alchohol and drinking, mentions of sex (no actual smut in this part)

Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, pounding heavily on the pavement and filling the air with an earthy, damp scent. The sky had darkened rapidly on her way home, now covered almost entirely with dense, black clouds. Y/N heaved a sigh of relief as she entered her apartment building, ready to find solace in her flat after a particularly long day. 

She kicked off her shoes as soon as she was through the door, hastily shedding her damp coat and hanging on the hook to dry. ‘Exhausted’ felt like an understatement; she wanted nothing more than to just curl up on the sofa and unwind for a few hours.  

“Long day, love?” a voice rang out from the living room. Y/N spun around rapidly, her heart pounding in her chest at the sudden noise. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my flat?” Her arms folded across her chest, Y/N stared down at her ex-boyfriend who sat confidently on her sofa. 

“Our flat.” he corrected her, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. The dim light from the lamp on the side table cast eerie shadows across his face, accentuating the smug smirk playing on his lips. 

“It hasn’t been ‘our’ flat since I kicked you out six months ago.” Y/N countered; her tone sharp.

“Technicalities.” Sirius waved his hand flippantly.  

He reached over to the coffee table, picking up the whisky glass that was already halfway empty and bringing it to his lips. The clinking of ice against glass filled the silence. The dark liquid swirled within the glass as he took a leisurely sip, his gaze never leaving Y/N’s. 

Sirius lounged back against the cushions, his legs spread wide, his posture oozing nonchalance. Y/N’s jaw clenched as she fought to regain her composure, refusing to let her cold demeanour slip and let him see how his unexpected presence unsettled her. 

“What do you want, Sirius?” she narrowed her eyes at him, “Actually, how did you even get in? I thought I took your key off you the last time that you showed up unwanted?” 

“You seem to forget that I know where you keep the spare key,” he swilled the contents of his glass, “I just thought I’d drop by, see how you’ve been holding up without me.” 

Y/N silently cursed herself for being so stupid and not removing the key from its hiding spot.  

“I’ve been doing just fine, thank you very much.” she replied, her jaw clenching as she forced the words out. Every single cell in her body wanted her to lash out, scream at him and demand that he leaves and never return. She didn't, she crossed the room to sit in the armchair adjacent to where Sirius was splayed out on the sofa.  

Sirius tilted his head at her, his eyes raking over her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The familiarity of his gaze made her stomach hurt. 

“You can’t just waltz back in here like nothing happened.” 

“Can’t I?” his voice was as smooth as silk, “I seem to remember a time when you couldn’t get enough of me. Practically begging me to come over and fuck-” 

“Fuck you, Sirius.” she spat, her face contorting with disgust.  

Sirius chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes as he shook his head at her. Rising from his seat, he sauntered over to the drinks cabinet with an air of entitlement. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and another glass, setting them down on the table with a dull thud. 

“You’ve been ignoring my calls.” he remarked, his tone betraying a hint of irritation between the veneer of indifference. He removed the cap from the bottle and dropped it so it clattered against the table. He filled his own glass, the then other and pushed it towards Y/N. 

“Because you keep calling me twenty times a day.” Y/N said hotly, “Move on, Sirius.” 

“Move on?” he barked out a laugh, “Yeah, you’d know a lot about that, wouldn’t you?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N reached for her drink and near enough drained the glass in a single gulp. The liquor burned as she swallowed it down, but at least it made Sirius slightly tolerable.  

“You seemed to have moved on pretty quick when you found someone else to warm your bed.” Sirius finished, his voice dripping with venom. 

Sirius’s emotions had suddenly shifted, his cool, calm demeanour switching to cold and hard. His face twisted into a sneer as he looked down his nose at her, his lips curled up in disgust.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N avoided his eyes as she reached for the bottle, refilling her glass. 

“Oh, darling, don’t play dumb with me.” his face softening into a sickly, sweet grin, “After all, I’m the one that knows you best, aren’t I? The one who knows all your little secrets.”  

“I don’t have any secrets.” she denied, gripping onto her drink so tightly that the etchings on the glass left an imprint on her palm.  

“We both know how quickly you moved on to the next as soon as I was out of the picture.” 

Y/N’s chest tightened at his words, a surge of anger coursing through her. She refused to let him see how deeply his words cut her.  

“That’s rich, coming from you. You’d fuck anything with a pulse. We both know that.”  

“That’s not a very nice way to speak about yourself.” Sirius drawled. 

“Don’t twist my words. You know exactly what I meant.” her voice was laced with frustration. 

The room seemed to crackle with tension as they locked eyes with each other, the air was thick with unresolved emotions and bitter accusations. The rain outside still poured, pattering against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the storm brewing inside. Each tick of the clock served as a reminder of the fragile balance hanging in the air. Y/N’s chest heaved with each breath, her pulse pounding in her ears. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist.  

“You always did have a sharp tongue.” Sirius broke the silence, his tone dripping with condescension.  

“And you always had a knack for manipulation.” she shot back. 

A flicker of something unreadable flashed across Sirius’s face before he regained his composure, “Is that what you think of me, darling? Just a manipulator.” 

“You know damn well what I think of you.”  

The accusation hung heavy in the air, and the expression on Sirius’s face nearly made her regret saying it. With a defiant lift of her chin, she looked at Sirius with a stoney expression. 

“Get out.” 

“Fine.” he said, his voice laced with thinly veiled contempt, “But we both know that this isn’t over.” 

Sirius slammed the front door shut behind him – just for old time’s sake. 

[creedslove]

Hello baby!

What if our favorite cowboy organizes a date with his sugar, the man literally prepares everything alone or the best he can. He organizes everything in his ranch.

It was the first time he was so excited to receive her, prepared a meal, get ready, once he finally picked her up, he was like:

"Hell, sugar... you look so goddamn precious!"

Whisky being literally being a pleaser to his sugar, he teached her how to ride one of his favourites horses, his home, he doesn't know what else to do for her.

I hope you feel much better! I send you a big hug! ✨

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie!!! I love this so so so so much, this is such Agent Whiskey coded because he is a people's pleasure, and above all, he's a sugar pleaser, which means he'll please his sugar until the day he dies

• Whiskey is the king of date: he never lacks ideas, plans or any other thing to take his sugar on a date, he's got a wide range of creativity and money that helps a lot, so it's just a matter of picking up the mood for the day not to overdo himself

• he's definitely the kind of man who would drive you across town just so you can grab that one pie you had when you were PMSing years ago and you never forgot, or he would book you tickets for a weekend getaway if you complain about stress at work and stuff like that

• but even if he's great at pleasing, he's still a romantic at heart, so the best kinds of dates in his opinion, are the ranch dates, because he loves his ranch, it's a huge part of who he is, at his ranch, he's not just the tacky cowboy who talks funny and isn't afraid to pick a fight at places, but instead, he's himself, not Whiskey, just Jack, with his beautiful green fields, his horses, his simple life and his southern manners

• so you can expect a real weekend, because the cowboy isn't just going to invite you for a day, you're going to at least spend the night, have the whole ranch experience, all you gotta do is to say yes to it and he'll make it happen

• and he's a gentleman, let's not forget about that, so even if you insist you can drive to his ranch, chances are you aren't because he'll make sure to pick you up with his Bronco, he just wants you to take on a ride in it because he loves that car, it's pretty, comfortable, it's got status, and he's excited to be seen driving around with you in the passenger seat, just as he's excited to see you wearing your cute sunglasses as your hair flies loose at the window

• that if he doesn't gift you a cowboy hat the minute he picks you up, because yeah, he is gonna buy you a stetson, he just doesn't know when he's gonna give it to you, so why not in the beginning of the adventure, anyway?!

• and let me tell you: that cowboy's ranch is simply gorgeous! He will be so proud and happy to show you around, knowing exactly where to take you and what to do with you there, giving you a tour through the main house that's big and comfortable af obviously and then taking you to the stables so you can see the animals and play with them and all of them

• now, hear me: he loves horses, he's been riding them forever so if you know how to ride them, he will be glad to do so with your company, but if you don't, Jack will be thrilled to teach you from the very beginning, from how to actually get on the horse, to where to hold it and gentle guide it until you are feeling safe

• if the weather is hot enough, you can also expect him to take you swimming out at the lake, because let's face it: do you think Jack Daniels didn't grow up swimming in those waters around the ranch? He knows all the nice and pretty spots to take girls by the way, and you won't be different at all

• in the evening, you can expect him to throw a barbecue or just smoke some meat, but the thing is: it's gonna be outside, it's dark, warm and the lights will be on, making the ranch look so nice, although it's a little bit empty too, but it's a good thing since it's just the two of you spending time together; he'll serve you appetizers, the main dish, and the best liquor Statesman is capable of producing

• and yeah, he will roast marshmallows by the fire and tell you ghost stories about that land as if you two were in a summer camp together, and even if you know there's a big fat chance he's lying, you will still feel slight shivers down your spine and you will cling to him just a little bit tighter once the howling wind blows

• but once you two get back inside, it's sweet sweet love making with a sugar coated cowboy, where you can't have enough of him and he can't get enough of you, loving your body all night long and of course he'll greet you in the morning with breakfast in bed because he's a romantic at heart

• so chances are, you're gonna spend the morning in bed, enjoying the big breakfast and the cowboy's sugar and in the afternoon, he's definitely taking you for a picnic, with everything you're entitled to: a beautiful basket, a nice plaid towel, mini sandwiches and cake, all he wants is to spoil you

• watching the sunset together as you enjoy this romantic time is great, but as soon as the sun sets, he's gonna give you puppy eyes, asking you to stay the night once more, not ready to let you go home just yet 🥺❤️

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[bitbybitwrites]

A number of lovely folks have tagged me in both Six/Seven/Some Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday ( and even the last line tag game) these past couple of weeks and I haven't been ignoring you. I actually have been meaning to post something. I've just been busy with Real Life.

So thank you so much for thinking of me: @sunnysideprince, @iboatedhere @onthewaytosomewhere @wordsofhoneydew @getmehighonmagic @daisyishedwig @forabeatofadrum @itsmaybitheway @nocoastposts @fallevs @taste-thewaste and I apologize if I've forgotten anyone😳

So here's some words for you ( definitely not 6 sentences) from 2 WIP (one Klaine and one RWRB)

From how ardently I admire and love you (RWRB online auction fic)

“Alexander, darling, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Pez leaned back in his chair, grinning.  His hair was electric blue today, as were his nails. His suit was bright, bold and couture, but only something that Pez could pull off. “Help me, Obi-Wan Okonjo, you're my only hope.” “With what now?  You do know Hazza is at a luncheon with more prospective donors for the shelter.  He should be back in an hour or so.” Alex huffed as he  plopped himself down in the chair in front of Pez’ desk.  “It’s why I came now.  I didn’t want him to be around to overhear.  I need help with his birthday present.  I can’t figure out what to get him.” Pez’ laughter rang out rich and warm.  “Alex, my dear Padawan, why are you stressing out about this?  You do know that you could just tie a bow around your . .” Pez coughed lightly, his eyes drifting downward as he smirked suggestively. Alex groaned.  “I know.  I know.  I was thinking something else would be better. . . I don't know . . something more spectacular.” “You are seriously underestimating how spectacular Haz finds your dick, my sweet strumpet.”

from I Know You Wanna Take Me Home (Klaine Valentines Challenge 2024/Pretty Woman!AU)

“Kurt!” a familiar voice said happily.  “You made it!” Kurt sighed as he looked over to his ex, and now best friend, Adam Crawford, who was clutching a whisky glass in hand, his eyes scanning the various young men that were cruising the room for attention Some of the young men were scantily clad in tight boxer briefs and barely buttoned Oxford shirts.  Some were in actual full private school type uniforms, wearing a navy blazer piped with red, each with a distinctive “D” monogram on the chest. They sauntered about the room: ties undone, hair rakishly disheveled. All of them gorgeous. Adam was obviously searching for someone in particular and  barely seemed to hear Kurt who snarked: “Were you missing home, Adam?  Does this posh-boys-private-school atmosphere do something for you?” “Ahh, Kurt, tease all you want, “ Adam said as he slung his free arm around Kurt's shoulders grinning widely.  “You've never enjoyed the delights of British boarding schools.  These Dalton boys would fit right in with the chaps from Eton any day.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow.  That was what he heard.  The young men from Dalton House weren’t just lookers.  They were well versed in everything from English Literature to economics. They could hold their own in academic debates while also using those dexterous mouths and tongues to suck your brains out of your cock.  Brains and beauty - and all of them looking for older (preferably more financially well off) “patrons”. Or so the rumors went.

I'm going to leave this as an open tag for anyone who reads this. :)

[josefavomjaaga]

Fun writing/silly thoughts prompt: how do you think Soult would react to a surprise birthday party?

Or, if he was informed he had to provide a surprise birthday party?

All of a sudden, Marshal Soult looked up. His eyes stung. In the darkness of the night, by the dim lamplight, he could barely decipher the handwriting of the letter on the desk in front of him. But he would not let a trifle like that get in his way.

Something was wrong here, he thought.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

You could say a lot about the merry bunch of good-for-nothings he called his aides. But one thing they were not: silent.

He rose, abruptly enough to startle his aide-de-camp Brun de Villeret, sitting at the desk behind him and buried in paperwork like himself.

»Brun, what time is it?«

»A bit after midnight, sir.«

»Something’s going on in the anteroom. I have to to check.«

»Surely it’s nothing, Your Excellency«, said Brun »Please don’t bother. I could go myself have a look if you insist.«

Soult regarded him suspiciously. He had spoken rather quickly. Was he in on it?

Without another word he started for the door to the anteroom. Behind him, Brun jumped up to follow him – hastily enough to topple his chair.

»I beg your pardon, Your Excellency.«

Brun bent down to straighten the chair, hoping the noise had been loud enough to alert his colleagues in the anteroom.

It had.

»Happy birthday!«, a dozen voices roared in chorus, as soon as the marshal opened the door. The aides had decorated the anteroom with whatever they had found that could make this run-down Polish hut look a little more festive. Candles were burning everywhere, bathing the room in a warm glow that defied the winter cold. The aides started to clap and cheer as Soult, without a word, glanced around the antechamber – all except for Saint-Chamans, who had both hands full, holding sugar tongs and melting a sugar loaf into a large cauldron full of the horrible whisky the soldiers called »schnick«.

Soult was flabbergasted. He had been dimly aware that his birthday was coming up, but had completely forgotten about it over work. So he said the only thing appropriate for this situation.

»You don’t really think I’m going to drink that?«, pointing at Saint-Chamans and his cauldron.

»No, sir«, Saint-Chamans answered cheerfully. »That’s for us.«

»For you«, said Lameth, grinning widely, »we have this.« He cradled a bulbous bottle in his arms like a baby.

»That’s the only bottle of Beaujolais we could find within a hundred miles range«, claimed Petiet.

»But«, Brun passed behind Soult, opening the door to the hallway. »that’s not our only surprise.«

He pushed the door open. The hallway was dark. A small figure tumbled out of it, almost hidden by the huge bow of the gift she carried.

»Happy birthday, Papa Bleu!«, the three-year-old girl cried happily, running up to the marshal as fast as her short legs allowed. Soult gasped, then quickly croached to pick up his daughter, before rising again to hug the other two visitors, five-year-old son Napoléon Hector and, most importantly, their mother.

»Louise!«

He had intended to walk towards her with measured steps, and to politely give her a hug and a dignified welcome kiss on the cheek, as was proper. He really had. But somehow he found his arms wrapped around her waist and his face buried against her neck, inhaling her perfume, feeling her warmth. »But… how…«

»Shhh.« Louise pressed her finger to Soult’s lips. »We’re on a secret mission. We’ll go back to Berlin tomorrow night. The emperor will never know.«

Soult became dimly aware of his aides chuckling and jeering under their breath and tried to adopt a more dignified posture.

He would have to lecture them about mocking their commanding general. Maybe. Tomorrow.

»Messieurs, thank you.« He cleared his throat. »Thank you very much indeed. I appreciate the idea, and the sentiment, and …« His children were clinging to his legs. »And now get the hell out. You are all off-duty tonight.« That caused another cheer from the aides, probably the most joyful of them all. »Take whatever you have in that cauldron elsewhere, and do with it what you must. Oh, and I’d be very glad if this time around, the enemy outposts would not come complaining to me about your singing disturbing their nighttime peace!«

[scotianostra]

December 19th 1923 saw the birth of the Scottish actor Gordon Jackson.

Gordon was born the youngest of a family of five children in Glasgow in 1923. He attended Hillhead High School, but while there took part in a number of BBC radio shows including Children's Hour. After leaving school at the age of 15, he went to work as a draughtsman at Rolls-Royce. In 1942, Ealing Studios were looking for a young Scot to act in The Foreman Went to France and Jackson was suggested. Further film work followed, including San Demetrio London, and The Captive Heart. Perhaps the most memorable film in which he starred during this period was Whisky Galore!

In 1949, Jackson starred opposite the Scottish actress Rona Anderson in the film Floodtide. The two married on 2 June 1951, and had two sons. He also made his London stage debut in 1951 in Seagulls Over Sorrento. During the 1950s and 1960s Jackson appeared in TV shows such as The Quatermass Xperiment, The Adventures of Robin Hood, ABC of Britain, The Navy Lark, Gideon's Way and The Avengers as well as in films such as The Great Escape, The Bridal Path and the The Ipcress File.

Real fame came with his role as the butler, Hudson, in sixty episodes of the period drama Upstairs, Downstairs that ran from 1971 to 1975. In 1974, he was named British Actor of the Year; in 1976, he won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Single Performance by a Supporting Actor; and in 1979 he was awarded an OBE. In 1977 he took on the role of George Cowley in The Professionals which ran for 57 episodes. He was involved in a wide range of projects during the 1980s, including narrating afternoon cookery shows in New Zealand and films such as A Town Like Alice (in which his performance won him a Logie Award), The Shooting Party and The Whistleblower. He died in London aged 66 in 1990

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

The World’s Best Gins, According To The 2024 San Francisco World Spirits Competition

SH’s Wild Scottish Gin can win a gold medal but his bottle is not considered the World's Best Gin, according to the 2024 San Francisco World Spirits. SH’s favourite Spirits competition. For every brand of gin, 100 exceptional competing brands appear. This should help SH to understand he is not the only one in the level of competition.

Best in Class Gin Finalists 2024 KATELYN TUCKER PHOTOGRAPHY

The San Francisco World Spirits Competition (SFWSC) just released its finalists for its Best in Class awards, which will be revealed this October. If they made the finalist list, they are the crème of the crop. The finalists in their three most prominent gin groups are in no order.

Best in Class Gin Finalists

Dada Chapel Organic Dry Gin

Housed inside a converted convent in Ghent, Belgium, the team at Dada Chapel Distillery, led by a descendant of the Duvel Moortgat family of brewers, makes award-winning spirits using local raw materials. Their Organic Dry Gin eschews the trend of flavouring their gin with a wide array of botanicals. Instead, it only uses fresh-harvested juniper berries. The resultant liquid is herbaceous and crisp.

Hilbing London Dry Gin

The family behind the Hilbing Franke Distillery in Mendoza, Argentina, has been producing high-quality spirits from pure Andean Mountain water known for their delicate flavours for five generations. Their London Dry Gin blends Argentinean citrus, coriander, and juniper flavours with Malbec grapes from their vineyards to create an exceptionally smooth gin.

Ben Lomond Scottish Gin

Inspired by the majestic Ben Lomond Mountain in the Scottish Highlands, the team behind Ben Lomond Scottish Gin labours to produce gins that embody the rugged and adventurous spirit their country is known for. Their award-winning Scottish Gin uses a distinct blend of eleven botanicals to create a herbaceous liquid that's perfect straight up or in a cocktail.

Eight Lands Organic Speyside Gin

Yet another fantastic gin from Scotland, Eight Lands Organic Speyside Gin, is the result of a meticulous focus on producing clean organic spirits. Located in the heart of Scotch whisky country, this gin from Glenrinnes Distillery was created to win the hearts of traditional Martini drinkers with its balanced flavour profile and crisp aromatics.

Juniperus Gin

Hailing from the land Down Under, this flavour-packed gin from Prohibition Liquor Company delivers quite a hit with each sip. An ultra-premium craft gin, it's a classic London Dry Gin with layers of flavours that surface with each sip. Using exotic ingredients like Grains of Paradise and cassis bark, it is both complex yet approachable.

Best in Class Flavoured Gin Finalists for the 2024 KATELYN TUCKER PHOTOGRAPHY

Best in Class Flavoured Gin Final….

Settlers Spirits Yuzu Gin

Located in South Australia, Settlers Spirits produces a range of gins designed to showcase the wide array of flavours that gin can present to drinkers. Its Yuzu Gin is one such bottle. Made from Australia’s first commercial crop of Yuzu, a citrus fruit from Japan, China, and Tibet, it is brimming with bright flavours and has a clean finish.

Gervasi Spirits Pink Peppercorn Gin

The beauty of flavoured gins is that you can sip them straight or use them to punch up a cocktail. Gervasi Spirits Pink Peppercorn Gin is one such bottle. Made in Canton, Ohio, the home of the Pro Football Hall of Fame, it uses Pink and Szechuan Peppercorns to create an aromatic gin that delivers a spicy punch with each sip.

DiBaldo Spirits AU 79 Saffron Gin

DiBaldo Spirits must be onto something with their AU 79 Saffron Gin. It continually lands at the top of most major spirit competition award lists. Made in Emilia Romagna, Italy, it uses one of the world's most expensive spices, saffron, to craft an ideal balance between Mediterranean flavours and Far East exoticism. If you are into making off-the-wall cocktails, this is the bottle for you.

Luscious Spirits Raspberry Gin

When you name your company Luscious Spirits, you better deliver some over-the-top flavours. Crafted in small batches through vapor infusion, their Raspberry Gin delivers. Using a blend of 12 botanicals and a dose of fresh raspberries, it exhibits vibrant juniper and citrus tastes up front with a sweet, fruity finish.

Junipero Smoked Rosemary Gin

If you are a fan of craft gin, then chances are you have heard of Junipero Gin. Founded in 1996, Junipero Gin was one of the first craft gin makers in America. They helped reset drinkers' opinions on what gin could be. Still handmade in San Francisco, each of their bottles is loaded with flavours, perhaps none more so than their Smoked Rosemary Gin. An unfiltered gin bottled at 98.6 Proof, its distinctive smoky rosemary flavours make it unforgettable.

Best in Class Barrel Aged Gin Finalists for 2024 KATELYN TUCKER PHOTOGRAPHY

Best in Class Barrel Aged Gin Finalists

Starlight Distillery Simon’s 1794 Bottled-In-Bond American Dry Gin

When Starlight Distillery launched a little over a decade ago in Borden, Indiana, its primary goal was to produce brandies and ports using fresh fruits from the Huber Farm, of which it is a part. Luckily for drinkers, they branched out, and these days, they offer a wide array of spirits, many using ingredients from the farm, one of the largest fruit farms in the state. Their Simon's 1794 Barrel Finished Gin is one such product. A small batch of gin, its distinctive citrus and juniper flavours blend perfectly with spices from the barrel.

Crazy Eights Gold Oak Gin

One of the beautiful things about barrel-aged gins is their unpredictability. You never know quite what you will get until the first sip. Inspired by the film Kill Bill's murderous yakuza gang, the Crazy 88's gin from Hai Seas Distillery in Shanghai, China, delivers something killer. Made from a fusion of eight botanicals, Crazy Eights Gold Oak Gin is aged in the world's first whisky barrels made from French, American, and Chinese oak. It's overflowing with citrus and caramel flavours.

Nozawa Onsen Distillery Barrel-Aged Gin

Made at the newly opened Nozawa Onsen Distillery in the heart of mountainous Nagano, Japan, home of the 1998 Winter Olympics, this barrel-aged gin has yet to be released to the public. Entered into the competition as a sneak peek at what's yet to come, it wowed the judges. There is a reason for that: every gin they have released in their short lifetime has won widespread acclaim. Keep an eye out for this bottle when it is released; it's one to grab.

Corsair Distillery Barreled Gin

When Corsair Distillery opened as the first craft distillery in Nashville, Tennessee, since prohibition, they had lofty goals: to make some of the best craft spirits in America. Well, a pile of accolades accumulated over a decade and a half points to a goal achieved. Known for their whiskies and gins each of their bottles is one to search out. Their smokey with whisky undertones Barreled Gin is another bottle that is not ready for public release, but judging by its showing at the SFWSC, expect to see it soon.

Seabourne Distillery Barrel Aged Series-Pedro Ximenez Cask

When distillers decide to barrel age their gins, they often take big swings for the fences. Some work, some don't. Often, the products they do come up with are only available in limited releases or just at the distillery itself. Such is the case with this amazing gin from Seabourne Distillery. Located in the town of Noosa in Queensland, Australia, its gins often result in drinkers making a pilgrimage to the distillery to sample their wares. This barrel-aged gin is brimming with black pepper flavours and goes down sweet.

*Hudson Lindenberger - Forbes

Posted 4th June 2024

[2brothersdistillers]

Whiskey Gifts: Finding the Perfect Bottle for Every Occasion

Whiskey, with its rich history, distinct flavors, and timeless appeal, makes an ideal gift for every occasion. A thoughtfully picked bottle of whiskey may speak words, whether it's for a birthday, a wedding anniversary, a promotion, or simply a show of appreciation. However, with so many alternatives available, choosing the ideal whiskey gift can be difficult.

Know your recipient

The first step in choosing the ideal whiskey gift is to learn the recipient's preferences and inclinations. Are they an experienced whiskey enthusiast who values complexity and depth? Or are they fresh to the world of whiskey and want to try different kinds and flavors? Consider their preferred whiskey styles: smoky Islay scotches, silky bourbons, or complex Irish whiskeys. Knowing their tastes will help you choose the perfect bottle.

Consider the occasion

The occasion has a big impact on the sort of whiskey gift chosen. Premium bottles with age declarations or limited-edition releases are ideal for milestone occasions like birthdays and anniversaries. These unique bottles offer a touch of elegance and uniqueness to the occasion. For more relaxed parties or as a gesture of thanks, choose accessible and adaptable whiskeys that fit a wide range of tastes.

Explore variety

Whiskey comes in a multitude of types, each with its distinct attributes and flavor profiles. Scotch whiskey has a wide spectrum of flavors, from the smokey strength of Islay malts to the honeyed sweetness of Speyside whiskies. Bourbon whiskey, with its rich caramel aromas and silky finish, is another popular option. Explore the world of Irish whiskey, which is famed for its smoothness and complexity, as well as Japanese whisky, which is renowned for its artistry and precision.

Consider special editions

Special edition or limited-release whiskeys may make excellent presents, highlighting distinct taste characteristics and workmanship. Look for bottles commemorating major milestones or cooperation between distilleries. These bottles frequently come in wonderfully designed packaging, making them visually appealing presents that will wow.

Personalize the gift

Adding a personal touch to your whiskey gift might transform it from ordinary to amazing. Consider engraving the bottle with a personal message or the recipient's name to make the present truly unforgettable. For a more full whiskey experience, couple it with matching accessories like whiskey glasses, a decanter, or a tasting diary.

Budget considerations

Whiskey is available at several pricing points, allowing you to pick the right bottle within your budget. While premium and uncommon bottles might be more expensive, many cheap alternatives provide great quality and flavor. Set a budget for your present and look into possibilities within that range, ensuring that you locate a bottle that suits both your budgetary needs and the recipient's tastes.

Seek expert advice

If you're unclear about which whiskey to pick, don't be afraid to ask for assistance from competent people. Visit specialist liquor stores with skilled personnel who can provide recommendations depending on your needs. Attend whiskey tastings or events to try different types and learn more about the intricacies of whiskey enjoyment. Online resources, such as whiskey review websites and forums, can provide useful information and recommendations.

Plan ahead

Finding the ideal whiskey gift requires time and effort, so prepare ahead of time to give yourself enough time to study your alternatives and make your decision. Consider ordering the bottle ahead of time, especially if it is a special edition or limited-release whiskey that is likely to be in great demand. This relieves last-minute worry and guarantees that your present arrives on time for the event.

Choosing the best whiskey gift needs careful consideration of the recipient's interests, the occasion, and your budget. By looking into several possibilities, customizing the present, and getting professional guidance when necessary, you may locate a bottle of whiskey that will please and impress. Whether it's a rare single malt Scotch, a small-batch bourbon, or an exquisite Japanese whisky, a carefully chosen bottle of whiskey is a present that will be treasured and savored for years to come.

If you are looking for a distillery near me, or 2 Brothers bourbon, James Two Brothers Distillery is the best option. They offer small boutique-style production of beverage-grade spirit alcohol with simple principles; hard work and honesty. Contact them by writing to paulj@2brothersdistillers.com or call at 352-291-0585.

[whiskyblog]

Glenlivet Whisky Allargue Single Cask Edition

The Glenlivet Whisky Allargue Single Cask Edition is a highly prized addition to the Glenlivet whisky range. This limited edition bottling comes from a single cask that has been carefully selected to offer a unique flavour profile. With a wide range of flavours ranging from sweet to spicy, every sip is an experience. Its limited availability makes it a coveted collector's item for lovers of Glenlivet whisky and emphasises the tradition and craftsmanship behind its production.

Region : Highlands 59.33 % alc./vol. 0,7l not chill-filtered without colouring Cask type : Oak cask Cask no.: 96421 Bottled : January 2016 Bottles : 660 18 y.o. Single cask bottling

[chadwick211]

7 Best Whiskey Gifts for This Holiday Season

Giving gifts can be difficult at times, especially when it comes to finding the right present. One of the things we would like to receive as a gift is a bottle of whiskey. That's why we look for best whiskey gifts for them during the holidays.

In some cases, it may seem like a cop-out gift to buy booze online at the last minute. It won't disappoint whiskey lovers, however. In addition, whiskey makes a great liquor gift for colleagues or those who have never tried the spirit before. A fine whiskey gift is an excellent way to break the ice and start a conversation with anyone. The reason is that every fine whiskey has a unique story to tell.

Sendgifts offers fastest liquor delivery service and offers a wide range of whiskies and fine spirits. Our online liquor store is the ideal place to send a gift for any occasion.

If you're struggling to find the perfect whiskey gift for someone on your list, consider one of these best whiskey gifts.

 Best Whiskey Gifts

At sendgifts.com, you'll find the best selection of whiskey at great prices. There are many whiskey gifts available for you to choose from. The world's best and finest brands are all at your fingertips!

 Blanton’s Single Barrel Bourbon

Bourbon is in high demand these days, so getting your hands on this coveted whiskey from Buffalo Trace Distillery might be a challenge. This acclaimed bourbon has a sweet, citrusy, oaky profile with a backend note of clove, and those who appreciate whiskey will fall in love if they find a bottle. If the receiver is unfamiliar with the spirit, you could explain how Blanton's is the first single barrel bourbon, and eight collectible racehorse stoppers spell out the name.

Tasting Notes: A deep, satisfying nose of nutmeg and spices. Powerful dry vanilla notes in harmony with hints of honey amid strong caramel and corn. A medium finish composed of returning corn and nutmeg flavors.

 Macallan 15-Year Double Cask Single Malt Scotch Whisky

The world-renowned quality and premium price-point of Macallan Scotch makes it well known to even the most uneducated whiskey drinker. With notes of vanilla, butterscotch, citrus, and a distinctive Macallan spice, Macallan Double Cask whiskies are aged in two types of hand-crafted oak casks seasoned with dry Oloroso sherry.

Tasting Notes: On the nose is creamy, with caramel and butter notes. It is spicier than the 12-year-old, with some cinnamon and clove notes. It also has fruity notes of apple pie, pears in syrup and raisins, with a caramel rum-like souvenir. There are also some dark chocolate notes.

Yamazaki 12-Year Single Malt Whiskey

For decades now, the Japanese have been perfecting their own whiskey brews, as you might already know. Japanese-distilled whiskey pioneer Yamazaki has grown into a global beverage giant that owns former American whiskey brands Jim Beam and Makers Mark. Yamazaki is a top-notch Japanese whiskey, not because of the price, but rather because of its quality. Anyone who appreciates whiskey will enjoy this buttery yet bright and fruity whiskey.

Tasting Notes: Full-bodied and smooth. Sweet with vanilla, citrus notes with an undercurrent of spice just underneath all the candied notes balancing dusty cigarette ash and cedarwood dryness.

 Glendalough Double Barrel Irish Whiskey

Glendalough Double Barrel Irish Whiskey is a single grain Irish whiskey, initially matured in American bourbon barrels before enjoying a finishing period of six months in Spanish Oloroso Sherry casks. This comes bottled at 42% ABV, brought down to this strength by Wicklow mountain water.

Tasting Notes: A creamy, malty nose begins with rich vanilla, white chocolate and buttery fudge. Notes of cooking apples, white grapes, marzipan icing and toasted oak form in the backdrop.

 Sagamore Spirit Straight Rye Whiskey

In contrast to bourbon, rye whiskey must contain at least 51% rye grain, which typically lends the whiskey a sharp, spicy, alcohol-forward flavor profile. Baltimore's Sagamore Spirit distillery is doing some inventive things in the world of rye whiskey. It is a blend of a high rye and low rye mash bill, each aged 4-6 years. This blend of low and high rye delivers a complex flavor profile with notes of spicy cinnamon, sweet honey, and nuts. You can enjoy this unique spirit neat or mixed into a Manhattan.

Tasting Notes: Vanilla, rye, spices and sweet notes of caramel prolonged with sensational tones of apricot, tobacco leaves and orange zest.

 Lagavulin 16 Year Scotch

The Lagavulin is an ideal gift for a mezcal lover who wants to convert to whiskey. It is one of the smokiest Scotches you'll find, with an exceptionally smooth finish. The predominant note of this whisky is smoke, but there are also notes of tea and sweet tobacco. Lagavulin's distillation and maturation are longer than any of its Classic Malts.

Tasting Notes: A rich, dried fruit sweetness of the sherry character with clouds of smoke and strong, barley-malt flavors. At the back of the mouth is an explosion of salty and peppery smoke.

 Wild Turkey Longbranch

Wild Turkey Longbranch is a great option if you want an excellent whiskey in the mid-range price range, but do not want to buy a bottle of Jack that has been played out. Aged for 8 years in new, charred American oak, it is refined with Texas mesquite and oak charcoals. The bourbon is exceptionally smooth and oaky, making it perfect for drinking neat or on the rocks. Bottled at 86 proof.

Tasting Notes: Caramel and spices on the palate with subtle smokiness and a hint of oak and char. It's warm and smooth from start to finish.

[werechicken]

A post apocalyptic community/tribe a la New Vegas comprised entirely of trans women that source their Estrogen from the urine of pregnant mares and due to the animal husbandry, farming and equestrianship this winds up generating to maintain it means the entire community is very much Amazons.

Basically imagine the Riders of Rohan/Amazons but with Guns

Trade with this community is usually very profitable, as they often will trade caravan and community defense in exchange for luxuries but one often finds this community has a wide variety of skills ranging from canning (the community is a master stoke when it comes to homemade pickles and jams) to distillery (community makes decent Whisky from corn-derived ethanol).

[johnbunkerart]

Bunker’s work is characterised by an obsession with those twin disruptors born of Modernism, abstraction and collage, and their continuing powerful presence in contemporary art.

Abstraction is often associated with high ideals, formal innovation and a preoccupation with purely aesthetic experience. Collage is, by contrast, the stuff of gritty satire, stark juxtapositions of imagery and the quotidian world of objects and images.

Bunker plays with the friction generated between these two modes, creating images and objects that are both allusive and elusive. Swinging from the delicate and poetic to the materially dense and brutal, the array of sculptures, paintings and wall-based assemblages on show- all of them made within the last decade– offer tangible proof of Bunker’s ability to conjure captivating and psychologically charged abstract images from a startling and diverse range of materials.

Whilst working on a house in Edinburgh in 1887, two itinerant labourers placed a message inside a whisky bottle and hid it under the floorboards. Bottle and contents have only now come to light; and John Bunker’s survey show at Tension Fine Art, ‘Our Dust is Blowing Along the Road’ derives its title from one of the message’s most memorable fragments. 

Bunker has this to say: “What struck me about this particular story was that the bottle was hidden in a house, rather than cast out to sea, and so long ago. I’d been thinking about putting together a survey show of my work for quite a while; and it occurred to me that, just like the bottle in this story, artworks get hidden away for years and then are rediscovered by the artist or curators. I liked the quiet poetry of those men’s words. They got me thinking: what messages from the past do artworks hold within the fabric of their peculiar singularity? How do they speak to us in the present tense and what might the future hold for them? Even an artwork I finished last week is already history!”

John Bunker was born in Norwich in the UK in 1968. He received BA Hons Degree in Art & Social Context from Dartington College of Arts, Devon in 1991. Since moving to London in 1996, Bunker has worked in various arts settings including community arts and Further and Higher Education. As well as maintaining his multi- disciplinary arts practise, Bunker also regularly curates exhibitions which have included artists as diverse as Sir Frank Bowling OBE RA and Harland Miller. He also writes regularly about art. Bunker has written numerous reviews, catalogue essays and articles and in 2018 co-founded instantloveland.com with Matt Dennis, a website dedicated to exploring the histories and potential futures of abstract art. Bunker has exhibited widely in the UK and abroad and has works in many private collections.

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SkyCity Hotels' Culinary Adventure at the Best Restaurants in Gurgaon

Gurgaon, a hive of modernity, is well-known for its thriving food scene in addition to its skyscrapers and corporate districts. With so many dining options, SkyCity Hotels is a top choice for foodies, with a wide variety of restaurants to suit all tastes. The best places to eat in Gurgaon, whether you're a guest or a native, can be found at SkyCity Hotels.

Club Tokyo Offers A Touch of Elegance

Club Tokyo at SkyCity Hotels provides a genuine dining experience that whisks you away to the heart of Tokyo for those who enjoy the delicate intricacies of Japanese cuisine. The clean, contemporary design of the restaurant creates the ideal atmosphere for a visually arresting and excellent dinner. Savour the freshest tempura, sashimi, and sushi, skilfully prepared by our talented chefs utilising the best ingredients. To make the experience full, pair your meal with a choice of fine sake or Japanese whisky.

Exploring Indian Flavours at L'attitude

L'attitude is the spot to go if you're in the mood for classic Indian food with a modern twist. With a menu that honours the nation's rich culinary legacy, this SkyCity Hotels restaurant is well-known for its creative take on Indian dining. L'attitude transports you on a gastronomic voyage across India, from the fragrant spices of North Indian curries to the subtle flavours of South Indian specialities. It's a favourite among both locals and visitors because of the wonderful service and cosy, welcoming atmosphere.

International Delights at The Restaurant on the Roof

A worldwide gastronomic adventure is available at SkyCity Hotels' RoofTop Restaurant for people who like a little bit of everything. This restaurant is ideal for a romantic evening or a laid-back meal with friends and family because it offers panoramic views of Gurgaon's cityscape. Fresh ingredients are used to make a diverse range of international cuisines, such as Mediterranean, Italian, and Asian meals, on the menu. The RoofTop Restaurant offers a wide selection of dishes to suit every taste, including hefty steaks, crisp salads, and wood-fired pizza.

Relax and Reward Yourself at The Sky Bar

Unwind at SkyCity Hotels' luxurious bar, The Sky Bar, after a day of touring Gurgaon. It has a stylish yet laid-back vibe. The Sky Bar is the ideal place to unwind and enjoy the evening thanks to its chic decor, housemade cocktails, and assortment of premium wines and spirits. With breathtaking views of the city, The Sky Bar offers an exceptional experience, perfect for a nightcap after dinner or a get-together with friends for drinks.

Go to SkyCity Hotels Right Now

You need look no further than SkyCity Hotels to find the greatest restaurants in Gurgaon. We guarantee a delicious experience with our wide selection of eating alternatives that will tantalise your senses and leave you wanting more. Come see why we are Gurgaon's best option for foodies by coming in today.

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Mohan Meakin Limited and India's Booming $42 Billion Alcohol Market: Driving Economic Growth and Job Creation

Mohan Meakin Limited (MML), a historic conglomerate, is renowned for being Asia’s first brewery and a major player in the alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverage industry. With a rich legacy dating back to 1855, the company produces a wide range of alcoholic drinks, including whiskies, beers, brandies, gins, rums, and vodka. Additionally, it offers non-alcoholic beverages such as apple juice, mineral water, brewed and non-fruit vinegars, along with breakfast foods like corn flakes, wheat porridge, and malt extracts.

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