vvhiskeyneat

[vvhiskeyneat]

CIGARETTES&COFFEE. If it wasn’t for COFFEE, I’d have no discernible personality AT ALL.

semi-selective. multimuse. roleplay blog. twenty-one+

With a cup of coffee and a cigarette in hand, how bad could things be?

[vvhiskeyneat]

vvhiskeyneat. according to chemistry, alcohol is a solution. and boy have i got problems. semi-selective. multimuse. roleplay blog. twenty-one+. come sit and stay a while, the drinkin's fine.

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EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞

❝ just relax. i'll do all the work. ❞

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"Shlyukha." Was his rebuttal. Slut. Although it was far too fond to be an insult. A low growl rumbling in the depths of his chest as he felt his own blood trickle down his chin.

The Verdilak licked his chops, catching the fallen sanguine and chuckling. "Would you like some?" He inquired with a tilt of his head, "I am not so selfish as you."

"Being your two favorite things?" He tacked on to the end of the Eradicator's sentiment, approaching in an eased saunter. "Or you are referencing what is going through my mind?" A smooth hum concluded as he stood hovering face to face with the blond.

"So selfish not to leave me any." It held no bite, however. More so, it was fond as he leaned in to steal an ever so hauntingly delicate taste of Kurjak's lips.

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"Being your two favorite things?" He tacked on to the end of the Eradicator's sentiment, approaching in an eased saunter. "Or you are referencing what is going through my mind?" A smooth hum concluded as he stood hovering face to face with the blond.

"So selfish not to leave me any." It held no bite, however. More so, it was fond as he leaned in to steal an ever so hauntingly delicate taste of Kurjak's lips.

"You plan on sharing the taste?" Was his only response to the feral man-thing before him.

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"You know I don't really mind what you get up to." Was his immediate response. Were he new to this relationship, he would've been confused by the sudden shut off of the television. But he'd been in the game a bit too long now.

"But you better not have fucked with the enchilada lady at the farmer's market. Mildred is a saint and I'll die for her!" He pointed out with a hearty laugh.

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Turns off the news in passing. If Liam doesn't learn about the disturbance at the farmer's market caused by an unidentified blond man in dark clothes, appearing to be at least six feet tall, then it did not happen.

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"You are not so idiotic." Blunt, but truthful. If he were to finally drop dead, the first one to smell it on the air would've been Kurjak. "Further, I doubt you would be allowing anyone else to finish me off. You've wanted to do the deed yourself for so long." A low, amused chuckle, that grin revealing the sight of his still extended canines, dirtied with faint crimson stains.

Irises cloudy, still drunken with bloodlust ever so slightly. His nostrils flared, the uptick in Kurjak's heart rate, the scent of lust on his skin. What a treat for the senses.

"Where is your vitriol, kotenok?" A teasing question, one marked by a claw laced finger tucking underneath Kurjak's chin, tilting his head upward just a bit as he continued to hover like a serpent waiting to strike. "Have you no bite to offer me?"

A snicker, eyes lowering to the blondes mouth, "A shame."

"You are unwise to follow me like this." Kurjak had a tendency to appear when he least expected it, which was a juxtaposition in itself, as that's exactly how he expected to see him at any given point.

"But it is clear you are wanting something. Why now after so long, I wonder?" Was his curiosity spoken aloud as he approached so daringly close to the vicious animal the underworld knew as the Eradicator.

Truly, it had been many moons since the Verdilak had laid eyes on the man before him. Such was the nature of the businesses they partook in. It left them apart for great lengths. Hiding out was a natural part of the game.

Feliks' lips hovered tantalizingly close to Kurjak's, his breath warm, tinted with iron bite; he had fed recently. The red glimmer in his eyes was enough to indicate as much. "Did you miss me, moy kotenok?"

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Unwise. He wanted to scoff, though it wasn't entirely untrue. Kurjak had enough self-awareness to know that despite his own prowess, this entanglement ultimately was a foolish, dangerous indulgence. That wasn't to say that he couldn't stand his ground, should the Verdilak ever bare his fangs in an earnest threat; he most certainly could.

But it was still undeniably stupid to play with fire, even if he knew the risks.

It had been long enough, he supposed, not that he ever considered what too long meant for them. Kurjak hadn't counted the days; it could have just as easily been a decade, and Feliks would still approach him in his slow, deliberate way, intruding in his space, careless of warnings that would come in the form of bared teeth and a simmering glare.

Tonight, was none of that; not when he'd angled his head a touch, a barely-there flare of his nostrils, scent palpable. Not when he felt an odd, sickening want to lick into Feliks' mouth, taste the remnants of his feeding, the monstrosity beneath his veil.

"I missed ignorance," he corrected. "...I could have believed you had been slain." If only.

[vvhiskeyneat]

"You plan on sharing the taste?" Was his only response to the feral man-thing before him.

—pay no attention to the blood on his maw and the crumpled man down the alley.

[vvhiskeyneat]

A tangled mess of limbs was all they had suddenly become beneath the blankets. Warm and cozy. Liam suddenly had been plagued with Kurjak's same lack of desire to leave the nest. There was something about the way his partner smelled when he awoke that had him enraptured, intoxicated.

Liam feigned a shocked gasp when the other nicked his finger with his teeth. He was very well ready to protest until Kurjak all but purred at him, their eyes speaking a language known only between the two of them. His heart hammered just a bit harder against his ribcage.

"No? I guess we'll have to do this the hard way then." He murmured behind a playful grin, using his "wounded" hand to cup Kurjak's cheek and guide him down into a kiss. It was soft and tender at first, certainly. But with each passing moment, it grew haughty. Liam's tongue found passage into his partner's mouth and his body pressed more firmly against his husband's, rutting slightly, encouraging.

There was a soft sound of amusement that left the curly haired man, watching his partner effectively burrow himself into the nest he'd made of their bed. It was Kurjak's "morning" at nearly four in the evening, a routine that Liam was all too aware of, and apparently their cats were too.

Garby followed behind Noge in leaping onto the mattress, brushing past her partner with a low purr before planting herself at the small peephole where one of her fathers was hidden. She gave a wide mouthed, toothy yawn before throwing her body weight against Kurjak's head and sprawling herself out lovingly.

Liam, finally approaching, couldn't help but laugh at the sight, climbing onto the bed himself to give each cat a brush across the scalp before digging his hands under the mound of blankets to find and edge and begin unraveling. "You could see how cute the cats are being if you stopped being a cocoon." He muttered into an opening in the nest.

Rather than completely undoing Kurjak's work, Liam found himself an entrance and weaseled his way in, tucking himself against the larger man's chest as he tangled their legs together.

Now face to face, he beamed at the blond, poking his nose. "I've infiltrated your lair. Give up now, and I'll show mercy."

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There was a soft sound of amusement that left the curly haired man, watching his partner effectively burrow himself into the nest he'd made of their bed. It was Kurjak's "morning" at nearly four in the evening, a routine that Liam was all too aware of, and apparently their cats were too.

Garby followed behind Noge in leaping onto the mattress, brushing past her partner with a low purr before planting herself at the small peephole where one of her fathers was hidden. She gave a wide mouthed, toothy yawn before throwing her body weight against Kurjak's head and sprawling herself out lovingly.

Liam, finally approaching, couldn't help but laugh at the sight, climbing onto the bed himself to give each cat a brush across the scalp before digging his hands under the mound of blankets to find and edge and begin unraveling. "You could see how cute the cats are being if you stopped being a cocoon." He muttered into an opening in the nest.

Rather than completely undoing Kurjak's work, Liam found himself an entrance and weaseled his way in, tucking himself against the larger man's chest as he tangled their legs together.

Now face to face, he beamed at the blond, poking his nose. "I've infiltrated your lair. Give up now, and I'll show mercy."

angel season two.

Three in the afternoon: his day begins.

Well. It's actually a quarter past the hour now, with that span of time having been spent death rolling in the blankets, effectively wrapping himself up and away from the waking world. Having stirred and finding the spot beside him vacant left him free to squirm and readjust, shifting diagonally with his top half across Liam's side of the bed.

He hears Liam's footsteps. Before he can get a word in first, Kurjak makes a sound that's something like a long, throaty groan, retreating his head into the bundle of blankets he'd become.

@vvhiskeyneat: ❛ Top of the middle of the day to you too. ❜

Burrowing in further, it's a wordless demand for Liam to rejoin him in bed and not an effort to shut him out; the implication's there for him to come over and unwrap him from the now securely bundled cocoon he's created.

Kurjak feels a tiny soundless thud on the mattress, and it lets him know one of the cats jumped on. Another joins the first. He can feel them padding toward his head and can hear their little rumbles at the opening of the blankets, but he remains motionless, and makes no other sound, a rigid log in place.

[vvhiskeyneat]

[text: Husbando]: Me and the cats are mad at you now. Garby stopped making biscuits. Look what you've done.

[text: Husbando]: I'm going to sit here and pout until you come give me two actual kisses.

[txt: Husbando]:

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[text: Zlato: img]:

[text: Zlato]: Let it play twice

[vvhiskeyneat]

The soft, questioning tone of his partner's voice queuing him to finally open his eyes and take in the equally as undressed figure standing in their doorway watching him do... whatever it was that he was doing.

Truthfully, Liam had gotten up probably an hour or so prior with intention to pester his partner. However, when he had seen Kurjak in the midst of his prosthetic cleaning routine, and he decided against it. The man was very precise and meticulous about maintaining the machinery in his arm, and rightfully so. There were many things that Liam would interrupt and play around with regarding his partner, but that was not one of them. He respected Kurjak's prosthetic arm in the way one respected a powerful and fond weapon of choice.

So instead, he'd been putzing about their bedroom by himself. He'd spent a bit of time doodling in his sketch book, mindlessly watching videos on his phone, and eventually he had ended up where Kurjak found him currently; upside down, splayed out in his boxers with his eyes closed.

"Upside down time is enrichment time." He mumbled out to answer the man's question, unable to stop a small chuckle from erupting from his chest. He made no motions to move yet. Instead, he watched the other move closer and closer until he was at his side, knelt on their mattress.

Were Liam truly a cat, he would've purred having Kurjak's fingers combing through his messy curls, but instead, a soft approving sigh sufficed. With a grunt, he sat himself up and rolled his shoulders back to crack them before lazily draping his arms over his partner's hips and tugging him a bit closer. "She all spruced up?" He hummed an inquiry, turning his head to press a soft peck against Kurjak's prosthetic arm. "I figured you'd find me when she was up to snuff."

Liam laying upside down on their bed in his boxers.

Thats it.

What is he doing?

Why is he upside down?

He's spread out like a starfish.

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What is he doing.

"What are you doing." Kurjak, for his part, has been at the doorway for a handful of minutes, leaning against the frame with arms crossed over his chest. It's late by the diurnal person's standards, but it's his afternoon and a decidedly indolent one at that.

His three phones are silenced, stuffed into the nightstand and abandoned. For the hour prior to this, he'd busied himself at the table with various small projects: switching out tools from the set he carried on him, minor adjustments to his prosthetic, a meticulous cleaning that followed. It's no surprise that Liam chose not to interrupt him. Kurjak is grateful, even if he would've welcomed him closer all the same.

Pushing himself away from the door frame, he's already dressed to join in; the kimono's material is fluid as he pads over, unfastened, and he wears nothing beyond that and an unceremonious pair of boxer briefs, enamored with the cloud of their bed beneath a bare knee as he plants one onto the mattress, and then the other.

Fondly, he clicks his tongue like he's catching a cat's attention, left hand sinking into soft curls, settled comfortably on his knees beside his beau.

"...Enough with this." I'm yours now.

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slowly, slowly dragging himself up the length of the bed to flop beside liam, faceplanting into a pillow. he's jetlagged and not coping. 🥀

It was the wee hours of the morning, and Liam was only awake because though his body was exhausted, his mind had been racing all day. So up he sat in bed doomscrolling.

He hadn't even heard the other come through the front door. Which, was par for the course. But his head did snap up seeing the familiar figure in the doorway. Flat expression, he watched Kurjak drag himself across the room, into the bed, only to faceplant into a pillow. Jetlag, he'd seen it so many times.

Getting himself up from under the covers, Liam moved around to the foot of Kurjak's side of the bed before unlacing the man's boots and gliding them off his feet, plopping them down against the wall. He then moved closer, grabbing Kurjak's coat at the shoulders to ease it down his arms and off his body; kissing his cheek in passing.

Tossing the trench coat over the dresser, he moved back to the bed to climb on top of Kurjak, laying his weight on the back of the man the way he liked. "Food or a hot bath first?" He asked softly, pressing butterfly kisses in the nape of his husband's neck.

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Isaac's insistence caused Leon to shrink back down some, resuming fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt as he thought over what the other was saying. He knew his partner was right, it had no reason to get so out of hand, she had no reason to resort to violence. But still it was... his mother. Every bone in his body wanted to excuse her behavior, wanted to cling to the hopefulness that she loved him unconditionally beneath all that anger.

A shaky breath, Leon nodded meekly.

"Everyone else has given up on her... I don't want to be just another person who leaves her behind." He admitted genuinely, "Shes the only mom I've known."

The moment Isaac pulled him into his lap, Leon melted into the older man, tucking his head under his chin and continuing to sob helplessly. His mother had always denounced his way of life, his outward appearance, things that didn't fit into her image of him. But never had she gotten violent with him before. Perhaps that was why it shocked him so severely.

He had been so conditioned to his parents' disapproval, but his mother's had always been verbal. His father had been the one with the stern hand toward the both of them. That was the one ground they shared, he and his mother, that they never crossed that boundary with one and other because they already received that abuse elsewhere.

And yet now... He felt so alone.

Isaac's words soothed him ever so slightly, until he said he'd "deal" with his mother, which caused him to jolt up immediately. "No! No..." He exclaimed, his breathing still uneasy, "She... She couldn't have meant it. It was probably just a fluke thing. She's- It's never happened before." He defended her, wiping his tears on the backs of his sleeves.

"I was probably being disrespectful... I called her a dry addict. I was out of line."

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Kurjak shushed him, and then Liam - pouted.

There was that twitch of his partner's lips, ever so slight but noticeable to the familiar eye. He was messing with him. The boop on his nose confirmed it.

Liam puffed his cheeks in mock frustration, "You're an ass." He grumbled beneath his breath but nonetheless kissed along Kurjak's exposed wrist and forearm.

"But you're my ass, so I guess I can forgive you." He snickered, planting his knees on the ground between Kurjak's legs so he could stand himself up on them, coiling a hand around the back of the blond's neck to guide him down into a slow, tender and fond kiss.

"Are you pouting at me right now?" Liam inquired, somewhat astonished, only to coo, "Awwh, baby, I was only being dumb, don't be upset." He nearly whined, springing up from where he was sat to toddle over to his husband and crouch down between his legs, resting his arms on Kurjak's thighs.

"It's not about winning. It's was just a stupid joke." He assured through soft words, taking one of his partner's hands to bring it to his lips and kiss his knuckles. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you'd actually murder a man for me if given the opportunity, which I don't think I'd have the stomach to do in return, so you definitely win." He muttered out rapidly, sucking on his teeth in a soft hiss before scratching the back of his neck.

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The moment Isaac pulled him into his lap, Leon melted into the older man, tucking his head under his chin and continuing to sob helplessly. His mother had always denounced his way of life, his outward appearance, things that didn't fit into her image of him. But never had she gotten violent with him before. Perhaps that was why it shocked him so severely.

He had been so conditioned to his parents' disapproval, but his mother's had always been verbal. His father had been the one with the stern hand toward the both of them. That was the one ground they shared, he and his mother, that they never crossed that boundary with one and other because they already received that abuse elsewhere.

And yet now... He felt so alone.

Isaac's words soothed him ever so slightly, until he said he'd "deal" with his mother, which caused him to jolt up immediately. "No! No..." He exclaimed, his breathing still uneasy, "She... She couldn't have meant it. It was probably just a fluke thing. She's- It's never happened before." He defended her, wiping his tears on the backs of his sleeves.

"I was probably being disrespectful... I called her a dry addict. I was out of line."

It was clear that the other's genuine words had struck a chord deep within the young florists chest, for the near moment they were spoken into the air, his eyes began to well with crystalline tears. His body was tense, and his head was pointed downward to avoid any chance of eye contact with Isaac.

"Why can't she love me like you do?" He hoarsely, rhetorically inquired, his breath shaking in his chest, tears rolling down his face. After a few heartbeats, it dawned on him that he should add context to the thought he'd spoken aloud.

"I went to see... my mother. I wanted to tell her how well the shop had been doing recently." He began, shaking his head as he fiddled anxiously with his sleeves in his lap. "It turned into an argument about my personal life, my preferences, the way I dress." He went on still, "She said... so much. Used words just to hurt me and when I tried to defend myself she-..."

Leon covered his mouth as he choked back a sob, those tears now pouring down his delicate face, trickling to the floor below. "She hit me, Isaac." The admission was mousey, as if in utter disbelief that he was admitting it. "I'd expect as much from my father but never her." He expressed, still dumbfounded.

"Does she really hate me so much?"

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"Are you pouting at me right now?" Liam inquired, somewhat astonished, only to coo, "Awwh, baby, I was only being dumb, don't be upset." He nearly whined, springing up from where he was sat to toddle over to his husband and crouch down between his legs, resting his arms on Kurjak's thighs.

"It's not about winning. It's was just a stupid joke." He assured through soft words, taking one of his partner's hands to bring it to his lips and kiss his knuckles. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you'd actually murder a man for me if given the opportunity, which I don't think I'd have the stomach to do in return, so you definitely win." He muttered out rapidly, sucking on his teeth in a soft hiss before scratching the back of his neck.

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"There is no proof of this," he argued, prepared to stand by his reasoning. Kurjak's inexperience with such a connection meant he could have experienced his love first without knowing what emotion to put to it! Liam's following glee was met with largely inauthentic disdain, gaze falling toward the treat he'd used as ammunition. One less he could snack on, from this distance.

Easily a reason to wring Liam's neck with all the adoration in the world.

"—No. There are no bonus points. Enough," none of this was an unfamiliar game, by the way. Kurjak maintained his distance for good measure, observing Liam. Unreadable to the outsider. A sad, pathetic little beast to a man that knew what to read. However muted, it might've otherwise been convincing... If it were a new act, and he hadn't done this several times before.

"For what reason do you make this about winning..." Trivializing the extent of his emotions, no care for listening to reason... Look at how you're chipping away at his heart.