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[whiskeysmulti]

@thehandworld replied to your post “.Whiskey. D-did Tsuna just propose a...”:

He did... SAWADA TSUNAYOSHI WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH YOU?! First you flirt with Mukuro and now this?! What is next?! You proposing to all be poly?!

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.Whiskey. Not so loud, Emi. He might do it.

[ghostofaboy]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

This has been sitting in my inbox for a while because I really wasn't in a place where I wanted to put myself out there. But fuck it… I'm really proud of some of my work.

Hold Please… …Your Call Is Important A little cheeky counting these two as one but they really do work better together. Marcus Pike/Javier Peña/Dave York

Inter-Agency Cooperation - Jack Daniels/Javier Peña 

Finally and Final - Javier Peña/Steve Murphy

Rock Bottom - Frankie Morales/Multiple Male OCs

Double Whiskey On The Rocks - Jack Daniels/Male OC

[biteofcherry]

hope you're having a peaceful train ride Eva!! since you're traveling, i thought it was only fair to send you a match game of your own 😈 match the mode of travel:

road trip in the car of your choice

private jet all to yourself and your man

train ride with a private compartment

with a man: Steve, Ari, Lloyd — and what fun/smutty adventures are you getting up to on each trip with each man?

-@witchywithwhiskey

Ohh, what a fun and fitting ask! ❤️

Private jet with Lloyd. I feel like that just fits him and he wouldn't agree to travel anything lower class, lol 😆 Since high altitude can cause problems with blood pressure and hearing, you casually mention about this method of opening mouth and maybe yawning, that it helps with this momentum of noise in your head and loss of hearing. Next thing you know, you're with your mouth open alright. On your knees. With Lloyd's cock down your throat...

Road trip with Ari in his car. I think Ari drives some truck, or anything big and massive (just like him). It'd be so fun, because he sings along with you to some tunes, as well simply stays quiet and it's never awkward. You make stops on the road - some for food, some to take a picture if something that caught your eye, some to ride him in the carpet, because you couldn't stand his teasing touch between your thighs.

Train ride with Steve. It gives Steve the opportunity to admire the views, without the stress of driving and being focused. If the train rides smoothly, he even attempts to draw (your profile, as you stare out the wi down in wonder). He'd give you a foot massage, his touch inching upwards beneath your sundress, until he's slipping your panties down your legs. You'd cockwarm him, sitting and slowly rocking on his lap, while observing the scenery.

[noirandchocolate]

*sipping banana whiskey on a Wednesday night*

What if…guys what if. The Yiga Clan’s Blademaster exam historically wasn’t really that easy. What if Tears of the Kingdom simplified it (Doylist explanation) or the Clan changed and simplified it over the 100 years since the start of the Calamity for some reason (Watsonian explanation)?

Because. It just feels too easy. Even if the person attempting it isn’t Link, with access to fast-travel points and sky islands to drop from. The guy at the Blademaster Station who’s apparently in charge of administering the test even marks the locations of the frog statues on Link’s map! Come on. That’s too easy. And has nothing to do with swordsmanship either! It can’t be that simple.

*pours another shot*

Yeah I think…. There’s got to be more to it. Or there was. Way back when. (My primary headcanon focus is always on AoC timeline anyway.) I think! The banana offerings are just the first part. And the statutes are placed new for every candidate. And you have to journey about to find them yourself. It’s meant to test your scouting, perception, and overall survival skills, to make sure you’ll be useful on missions outside the Valley. Can you spot the statues? Climb/teleport up the cliffs? Be in the harsh wilderness of the Highlands and desert for a period of time? (Don’t worry, there’s always (more or less) someone around monitoring you, you (probably) won’t die, they’ll grab you and you’ll just fail the test attempt.)

But then if you can do it, that’s not all. I think! The exam has also got to include tests with the two-handed weapons Blademasters traditionally wield: the windcleaver and eightfold longblade. Tests on technique and form, performing certain strokes, draw speed, things like that. There would also be tests on the arcane arts like the Earthwake technique.

And then—!

You have a match with the Right Hand! Who’s the lead Blademaster teacher/mentor. You don’t have to beat them of course (and in the case of Sooga, you probably wouldn’t), you have to impress them. Hold your own. Get a hit in where you can. Show off everything you know, against the person who probably taught you a lot of it.

Oh and then if you manage to succeed at that?

You fight Master Kohga. And try to do the same. Imagine! Having to try countering all that magic, all that power! It’s a true test, to make absolutely sure you’re good enough for one of the elite martial positions in the Clan!

Afterward, the Master and Right Hand confer and make the final decision whether you pass and become a Blademaster or not. And then you get given your official blade (either type, your choice) and a lil’ feast/party to celebrate you joining the ranks.

*downs the rest of the drink*

Anyway that’s what I think.

(I also think it would’ve been fun in TotK if passing the exam earned you not just a pristine eightfold longblade (easily breakable and lost) but info on the locations of more Clan branches you could travel to to get the pieces of an actual Blademaster armor. Like you could do some kinda additional lil’ quests to get them, to make it more interesting/worthwhile. The Footsoldier-style armor gives you stealth and a set bonus nighttime speed boost for that light fast build. Maybe the Blademaster one could give stealth but the set bonus is proficiency with two-handed weapons? Either letting you swing them faster or they all get a little attack+ bonus?)

*waves glass on my way to bed* ANYWAY THAT’S WHAT I THINK.

[galaxyedging]

If you’re thinking of Pedro cracking a whip, Id love for you to write a fic about Pedro Pascal cracking a whip (hard Dom Agent Whiskey?)

A little thought about Dom Agent Whiskey and his whip.

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader

WC 1.5k

Smut right under the cut.

The coolness of the air was magnified as it hit the slick coating your thighs. It had seeped further and further out from your centre each time Jack had gotten you close before denying your release. Muscles you didn't know you had ached from the position he had your naked body in. Your wrists were expertly bound with rope above your head, a red bandana softened the rub of them. The same treatment was given to your ankles bound to the bed frame. A final bandana was stuffed into your mouth. The inside of your thighs burned as you tried to clenched them with every rhythmic throb of your pussy. A throb caused by the sound of Jack cracking his whip. 

Since the crack of it against your skin would be too much, Jack teased you with the action. It was such an erotic display of competency. Jack, shirtless, muscles flexing with every well executed movement. His jeans were slung low on his hips, he hadn't bothered to do them up since he last teased you with his cock. Since he ran it through your folds before circling your throbbing clit until you teetered on the edge only for him to pull you back. He'd simply tucked himself away, leaving his fly open, giving you a tantalising view of the golden brown hairs that led down to his cock. He was still rock hard straining against the material of crotch. It bobbed with every finishing flourish of his arm. The last few cracks made your walls twitch, desperate to have him inside you. 

Jack smirked from under his cowboy hat, still firmly on his head. "Oooo, Darlin'. Look at you. All spread out for me. Dripping for me." 

Jack's fingers ran through the mess he'd made of you. Without warning two thick fingers were plunged into you. Your warm channel gave little protest as he filled you deeply, still the sudden intrusion made you gasp around the material in your mouth. 

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Another level of teasing.

There was no one around for miles. Save for the animals on Jack's ranch. Jack just wanted to exert as much power over you as he could.

Two stronger fingers pumped in and out of you with none of Jack's usual skill. The man was as deadly with his aim in the bedroom as he was on a mission. Your g-spot wasn't the target, no, that would be too easy. Jack wanted to bring you closer with the sheer force of his fingers stretching you open and pushing deep inside you. When he'd decided you'd had enough, he licked his fingers clean, holding your gaze the entire time. 

Walking away, rolling the sculpted muscles of his shoulders as he did, he took up his position again. Another crack of the whip, this time tantalising close. You longed for a similar sting across your soft flesh. A few more displays of skill and you whimpered lowly. Not low enough for Jack to miss. 

Dropping the whip he was on you in seconds. "I told you not to make a fucking sound." He large well trained had gripped your jaw. "I guess this is useless." He pulled the bandana free, tossed it over his shoulder. "Not. A. Sound." He warned before removing his hand. 

When you didn't answer he slapped your cheek, a soft glancing blow, but enough to make you bite back a moan. A twisted part of you wanted to push him, to speak or to ignore him. He'd been at this for hours with no release for himself either. It probably wouldn't take much to goad him into finally fucking you. Looking him square in the eyes you said "Sorry? What was that?"

Jack's lips briefly quirked up at one corner before he was ripping his jeans down his legs. "My, you're a spirited one. You still need to be broken. Huh, Sugar?" His hand connected firmly with your breast.

"Yes." You moan before quipping. "Do you know anyone who can help?"

In one practised motion Jack swung his leg over your shoulder so he was straddling you. As he leant forward, his hard cock bobbed inches away from your mouth. Taking it in his hand he guided it past your lips. He kept lowering his hips until the tip nudged the back of your throat causing you to gag. Jack knew your gag reflex was sharp. That was a warning 'Test me, Honey, and see what you get.' He pulled out a little only for your head to rise off the pillow to chase him, near choking yourself as you did. It was Jack's turn to whimper. No, that wouldn't do. 

Wrapping his hand around your throat he kept you pinned as he removed his length from the heat of your mouth. Dismounting you, he moved to the bottom of the bed. The two ropes tied to the bedposts were untied then tied together. Jack began to crawl up the bed in between your legs, hooking the rope over his neck as he did. As he crawled high, the rope tugged at your ankles, holding your legs wide open for him. His cock split you open in one long motion before he took up the whip from its place on the bed. 

"Scream as loud as you want, Gorgeous. And hold onto your hat." He took his hat off to place on your head with a smirk.

Thankful that you had his permission you screamed as he started to thrust, hard. For each one he almost pulled out before splitting you open again. The tilt of your hips up off the bed, where your legs were being pulled by the rope across his broad shoulders, meant that he hit the perfect spot every, damn, time. That combined with the edging had your orgasm approaching in no time. 

Jack could feel it too. "Don't you fucking dare! You come when I say." 

The handle of his whip hit your ass to punctuate his words. The sting of it didn't help at all. "Please, Jack?" You whined and he stopped in his tracks.

"Please? What? You want me to let you come? After what you did?" Another smack of the handle across your ass. "I came home from a long mission. From not being able to touch you, to use this pretty mouth or tight little cunt. To find you with a man in the house and wearing one of those little sundresses for him to see." Another smack burned so good across the plump flesh of your backside. "I bet he didn't even make it all the way home before he jerked his cock at the sight of you. He probably had to pull his truck over somewhere." Another crack. "He probably took his cock in his hand and tugged it hard and fast thinking about that skimpy little dress barely covering your soft thighs. I bet you love the thought of that. A man covering himself in his load to the thought of you? Hmm? A man losing all control?"

One last swot across your ass saw him drop the whip and started fucking you again. His hands spread against your open thighs, his hips working fast. "That's what you like isn't it? When I lose control? When I fuck you hard and fast because I can't take the ache in my balls anymore. You dirty little whore.

"I like when you fill me with your cock then your come."

"You want my come? Then you better fucking take it. You can milk my cock for it. Work for it" One of his thumbs came down to press harshly against your clit. The vigorous side to side rub of it was overwhelming. Jack knew you would struggle to cum like that. All of it being too much for you. He taunted you as the striking of his cockhead inside you near blinded you with the light streaking behind your eyes. 

"Where's that smart mouth now? Too cockdumb to talk? Did you have any witty words for him? While he was fucking you with his eyes." His free hand had found your throat, squeezing just enough to send a thrill to your core. "I want this cunt to clench around me. Be a good girl and come for me. Come, so I can paint your walls, so I can fill you up. Come."

The tension he'd had built over the last hour finally snapped. You writhed underneath him, fingers clawing at his arm, head pressed back into the pillow, mouth open in long low moan. You looked beautiful to him. Fucked out and vulnerable, his to do whatever he pleased with. It pushed him over the edge, he filled you deep. As deep as the groan from his chest. Once he was done, he pulled out to look at his handiwork. "My pussy. All pretty and creamy just for me."

"Yours, Jack. Always yours."

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[emmaswanned]

sometimes i think it's very funny to be a professional human with a real career bc i go from posting screenshots from a video game on tumblr to replying to work emails about a major leadership shift within the company i work for and it's like wow we really contain multitudes

[cyberwhumper]

Is Whiskey aware of when he dies? Does he remember what happened?

He's unaware and doesn't remember a thing. It messes with his head a lot that he can't be sure of how many times he has died before or how many times he's been kidnapped and brutalized up to this point in a seemingly endless cycle. Even if they tell him X amount, he doesn't trust them and has no way to make 100% sure they're telling the truth.

Baxter and the others are not convinced of this at all. Bax especially believes that Whiskey remembers everything and feels particularly threatened by the possibility that he will snitch on them over the horrific days of torture he went through before his death.

He will never let Whiskey go.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

saying i love you before leaving for work with Agent Whiskey?

Sure thing :D

"You don't have to go."

You tell him that every time. And every time, he gives a small, bitter smile, adjusting the hat on his head.

"I'm afraid I do."

"Is it the money?" You fold your arms across your chest. "You could find something else. I could take care of us in the mean time."

Jack chuckles, and you prickle with irritation and embarrassment. You feel like a little child, trying to build worlds out of their dolls and playhouse. You curl your fingers in the fabric of your shirt, shaking your head.

"Jack, I'm serious."

"I have to go."

"You don't have to. You're choosing to."

"You goin' to begrudge me that choice?" His gaze searches yours. "You knew who you were getting into bed with, sweetheart."

You avert your gaze, huffing softly as you lean back against the counter. He crowds up close, grasping your hips. You fight not to look at him. This always works on you.

"I'm not kidding," You mumble.

"Neither am I."

He tips his head to the side, catching your eye.

"I have to go," He reiterates softly.

"Great. Go right ahead."

"Hey," He grasps your jaw. "You're just gonna send me off like that? No kiss, no I love you?"

You crumble, despite your resolve.

"You know I love you, Jack."

"I love you, too."

He leans in, pressing his lips tenderly to yours. "I've got to go."

"Just wait a minute," You plead, hands hooking in his jacket. "Please?"

"I can't."

"But—"

"Might've had a longer goodbye if you hadn't spent the morning huffin' at me."

"Don't you start with me, Jack Daniels, I'll—"

He grasps your jaw, tipping your head and pressing his lips warmly to yours. You melt against him, sliding your hands down his chest. You nudge your nose gently against his, sighing softly.

"I've gotta go," He repeats. You nod, patting his chest.

"Be careful."

"Yes, ma'am."

[voxxisms]

@outofradios is being picked up for the blood ball

VOX DID not think he understood exactly why they were going together, now of all times. decades ago, he would not have batted an eye at being asked to join alastor for a ball or party of a sort, it was the type of thing they used to do, certainly. exactly their sort of scene.

but things were different now, a little, weren't they?

regardless, vox had made a promise to attend with his now - rival, unable to resist the offer, so here he was, in a vehicle very much like what he once drove while alive. he had fancier cars, as well as people to drive them, but he much preferred to do that himself, especially in this situation. but he pulled up to the place he knew he would find his ... date?

oh, boy. surely that wasn't necessarily true. he could hope, but, all things considered ... it would make sense. it probably wasn't exactly what alastor felt or had planned. he didn't know what it was.

but he exited the vehicle once he spotted the man, adorned in black && red. moving to the passenger door to open it for him, as he would have any other time, with anyone else. he could be a gentleman.

his head was missing, which may have been a slight surprise to the other. a mist of magical essence taking up space where it should have been, brilliant turquoise orbs settled into the expanse of mist to act as his eyes.

❝ the drive isn't very long, but walking around like this is not the most advisable for me. ❞

referring to said lack of head, of course.

[bramatnight]

arctic and captain for the asks!!

Hello! I would have gotten you this answer sooner, but first I got busy and then right after that my country held a Presidential election that threw me for a loop. But here we go:

Arctic - how would you cope on a Victorian ship?

To be completely honest I totally would not cope. But on an even deeper level, I would. But only with the power of friendship. And if I was deeply in love with someone else who was on the Victorian ship.

Captain - who's your favorite coldboy?

Francis Rawdog Moira Crozier

[whiskeysmulti]

@musessinabag replied to your post “.Whiskey. Dash was insane today. Roll:...”:

Don't remember hibari saying that =p]

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.Whiskey. He thought it though. I had to pull him away from the dash before he killed your owl.

[ghostofaboy]

Sending this to a bunch of Pedro girlies (gn) because it’s fun seeing everybody’s answers!!!

Who are your top 3 Pedro boys? 🤍

Well, Frankie has to come first. He's my fictional boyfriend at this point. 😆

Next up is Jack. My beloved cowboy owns my ass. 🤠

Finally, I really had to think about this one. It was really hard to choose while the first two were really easy. But in the end Javi Peña won. I've really grown to love him (more than I already did) since I've been writing for him.

[queenharumiura]

((Kay, I got most of my drafts done. I gotta house/dog sit monday night and tuesday afternoon until my family returns from a concert in another state.

They shall return with snacks! Therefore, I will stay until they return around dinner time. I won't be bringing my laptop with me, so I'll be mobile bound until Tuesday night, probably))

[creedslove]

Besties, guess who's coming tonight? 🤠🐎

I miss this dumb face so much 😭

[yellobb]

Say what you want about country music, but they do music that makes me cry like a baby better than anybody else

[cyberwhumper]

How much of Whiskey’s memory is kept intact when he dies? Like, does he know why Baxter is torturing him? Or is that a memory only the previous Whiskey had?

I touched a bit on this here!

His memory is the same up to a certain point, which is unknown to Baxter and his people at this time. Memories past this specific point are not retained and are lost when Whiskey is killed.

He doesn't know why Baxter is torturing him. From the current Whiskey's perspective one day his boss just suddenly flipped his shit and kidnapped him, and is now convinced that he knows things he doesn't.