#bourbon love

[heygingergirl]

I was going to say, “I’ve got a new one to try”. But as we can all see, it’s not that “new”. Also I had no fucking idea I was buying a malt whiskey instead of a bourbon because A. I was in North Carolina and B. When the hell did Woodford start making something NOT bourbon???

But it’s good. Bourbon drinkers will like it and whiskey drinkers new to bourbon will find it a good transtioner. (Pretty sure that’s not a word but should be) Cheers.

#bourbon love #woodford reserve #distillers select #whisky #whiskey

[thediamondarcher]

"queer people didn't exist in the 18th century, and especially not in the royal families" ...

Isabella of Bourbon-Parma

married to Joseph II, Holy Roman Emperor in 1760 to 1763 while simultaneously being in an affair with his sister until her own death in '63 Maria Christina, Duchess of Teschen. quotes of various letters she dedicated to her lover:

“I am told that the day begins with God. I, however, begin the day by thinking of the object of my love, for I think of her incessantly.”

“My consolation, I am madly in love with you, virtuously or diabolically, I love you and I will love you to the grave.”

#lesbian #queer history #Isabella of Bourbon-Parma #isabella of parma #and btw her husband and lover were both siblings of Marie Antoinette #i actually love her even tho i just found put about her but i already know I'm going to be obsessed with her #history #queer #wlw #wlw history

[tiny-librarian]

During the alarm for the life of the Queen, regret at not possessing an heir to the throne was not even thought of. The King himself was wholly occupied with the care of preserving an adored wife.

The Memoirs of Madame Campan

#marie antoinette #louis xvi #awkward otp #french monarchy #house of bourbon #BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #long live the queue

[furiouscrusadeavenue]

Liquors display.

#love #bourbon #whiskey

[chairkind]

you find an old photo in the car. it's surprisingly undamaged by the cold lake water.

#mike morton #norton campbell #demi bourbon #fiona gilman #identity v #happy birthday mike! sorry for the angst (i am not sorry what the fuck was that letter bro) #jk 1/2 i adored how that was written tbh it's very Mike of him to talk about it like that #so the theme of this is basically them fishing his car and body out of the frozen lake after the race ends and they find this in his car #god i love call of the abyss aus #coa iv

[salemoleander]

Omw into Nashville via our one singular passenger train :D

#salem chatter #salem selfie #yayyyyy i love trains #we will still have to uber or lyft home unfortunately bc the last train out is at 6 pm. no i dont know why either #but at least that's half the journey avoiding traffic and supporting public transit #i rly wish they had a late night pickup. or weekend pickup #anyways we are gonna visit broadway st bc ive only done it once and Hal has never done it :D excited for live music and decent bourbon

[punk-in-docs]

Oooh and just thinking about detective Quinn laughing during sex, but maybe that’s just me

‼️Hold the Bourbon‼️Detective Quinn x Reader

TW: uhm filthy slutty sex, PIV, doggy, pretty damn lot of dirty talk. Just man slut behaviour- my brain is broken. This is all I’ll be thinking about for the next 3-5 working days.

He’s such a whirlwind. That doesn’t skip any damn thing when it comes to sex; he’s flippant. Dominant and he will take what he wants from you, with zero seconds notice and the biggest knife edge grin-

Grin so cunning sharp you could cut yourself on it.

The confidence this guy has? Yeah, it’s totally unmatched and he’s down for anything. He’s done it all. It’s LA man. He’s with it.

Sex is a second nature to him. The well learned back of his hand by now. He’s had partners of either gender. He knows how to touch, how to caress, to flirt and squeeze, kiss, and certainly how to fuck them.

He knows how to make the person in his bed cum like a fucking faucet and still be trembling out moans for more. He’s good that way.

Honey his dick is a solid fat ten, and he fucks like a porn star with it.

Honestly, there’s no guy you’ve ever met that’s like him. Mercurial, switchy, a changing writhing ball of slutty and well dressed energy. He’s here, there and everywhere. A storm. He’s a tropical energetic pumped storm that smells like Pour Homme.

Gold medallion swinging slamming his neck. Rattling loud. Chopping a couple lines of coke (one time, birdie, he’d winked) joint tucked in his pocket. Dancing in his kitchen mixing you a Cosmo in a cocktail shaker, in his shiny new Gucci shoes and a striped Versace silk shirt. Red cherry gum and sweet chapstick. Kissing your waxy lipstick away and mumbling how strawberry sweet you taste.

Just when he’s got you thinking you have him pegged, he’s wriggled free and a new facet of his character is ready to stun. He cancels a date, with apologies and a huge huge bouquet of yellow flowers enough for a small Italian wedding, and a handwritten card. Work took him elsewhere.

Sorry Birdie, x. Always with a kiss.

And then a night later, he’s knocking at your door. Dressed in a slutty open necked black shirt and bright pink bell bottoms. Golden Saint chain. Tilts his head at you with a smirk that’s right off some terrifying horror film. Something with teeth and predator instincts. Whiskey eyes warm you and he makes your pussy damp.

He’s got a brown paper bag in his hands. Bottle of Bourbon. Bulleit.

“I want a bourbon with ice.” He greets you with that confusing sentence.

He smiles and licks his lips when you answer the door in a scratchy old aqua blue towel. He scoffs. And then adds;

“And then I wanna fuck you, hard, doggystyle.” He announces. Eyes never leaving yours. Your heart quivers.

Such a mouth on him.

He dances inside. All intent stares and throwing his jacket in the vague direction of your coatrack. He stalks you backwards and doesn’t even look to slam the bottle down on your kitchen table.

He’s stalking you backwards. Two steps become three. Three melt to four. Backs of your knees hit bed.

Now you’re treading the worn old patchy carpet of your bedroom. Peach satin sheets all tumbled and messy behind you. Hands at your side, heart ramming as he reaches for your waist over that crappy old towel.

“On second thoughts. Hold the bourbon. Pass the pussy.” He smiles. Full with pride at his own dirty joke.

“Real nice.” You smart at him. Made you sound like a joint he could just share around.

His hands zip to the front of your makeshift towel dress. Right over your tits. He takes both sides and peels them away.

His smile curls on one side when he watches that aqua blue swim away to gone. Dropped to the floor as a damp scrap of nothing.

“She’s real nice.” He promises you. Standing toe to toe and rubbing his thumb right through the slick mess of your cunt. You watch as he pops that thumb right in his mouth and sucks-

He hums. Slipping his thumb free. You lay thick on his tongue like molasses. Only ten times sweeter. Saltier.

“I think she’s missed me. Birdie. Look how wet she’s getting.” He laughs.

His fingers are back to slipping through your cunt. Parting lips. Coaxing out more of that delightful sticky mess he always drives out of you. Drives you wild-

“She’s a filthy girl isn’t she. Just can’t help getting so slick and creamy when I’m around right?” He grins. Tongue tipped pink between his teeth.

You can’t even get a word in edgeways and he’s already shoving you back to the bed.

He’s taking off his shirt and undoing his Prada belt. Waft of cologne comes your way. “I got something for her baby. I know she must be hungry.” He winks.

Shamefully, that makes you clench. Filthy man.

And there, sprawled in your bed, you stay for a good long while-

Once he gets going you’re not entirely sure your legs will work anymore. sweat-licked skin all over, love bites on your shoulders, and he’s well on the way to fucking your brains right the hell out.

He gets his wish and does you doggystyle.

Your hips cradled snug in his hands, hurting where they’re wedged wide to make room for the drive of his cock. Bottoming out ands scraping tenderly at the warm satin depths of your cunt.

Your knees shiver into the peachy sheets. You’re drooling - it drips slick down your chin and you’re so lost in pleasure you can’t count the amount of times he’s made you cum.

A throat screaming raw amount. Enough that you know it’a not just that silky lube you use rolling in drips down your sticky thighs. Pattering to the bed.

Your hands knock onto your headboard, slamming the wall like thumps. Your palms clammy. Hair wet on the back of your neck and all clumped together thick with sweat. Stuck to your cheeks.

He stops suddenly - sits back on his heels and reaches for the bedside, lights up a cigarette. Your body bows.

“Keep that ass up.” He warns as you stay there in the dark orange wet patch. A small pinch on your thigh to enforce the lesson.

You huff for breath with the small slither of a reprieve he gives you. You hear his cig packet. The flick and burn of a lighter. The slow cloud roll of silver smoke.

He slaps his wet-smeared cock to your ass. And then your clit. Rubbing and taunting.

Drags a bone wracking shiver out of you with the sudden sensation. Then he lines his head up and slips right back on in with a slick squelch.

Moaning from deep within in his carnal chest on an exhale, puffing out smoke as he does. Holds it in his lips. Slips out the cracks of his straight white teeth.

Watching below as one hand palms open your ass and gazes at how he pushes inside you. Girth stretch stretch stretching that pretty pussy so wide. Watching the push and tug of his meaty dick slapping balls deep to your ass. Closes his eyes and savours for a second-

“This pussy has definitely missed me, Birdie. She’s swallowing me whole. Fuckkkk. Look at her go.” He starts his deep strokes again. Deep, unyielding g-spot fucking.

“I’m gonna finish in that mouth tonight baby. Fuck that throat deep and fill you with my cum. Alright?” He says like it’s an afterthought.

You barely had the energy to sob. Or nod.

He’s stroking your hip and ass. Hand slowly crawling up your spine to feel the slam of his hips rippling through you. Your ass was so fucking round and nice. Every part of you is exquisite and he wants overdose on you like bad cocaine.

Another deep drag of his cigarette. He slows. He thinks. Devours you in your post orgasm gaze with those killer eyes. He rambled on.

“Then, I’m gonna eat her for a little bit.” He pauses to lick his lips. “Oh. She’ll be so nice and juicy for me by the time I’m done. Melting into my mouth.” He decided as his thrusts picked up speed and punching ferocity.

“Then-“ He huffs as he really starts to ram you up the bed. Smacks it to the wall. Wants to wake up some of your asshole neighbours. Anger some folks.

“I might have my Bourbon.” He finishes his words with a gasp that morphs into another laugh.

Your pussy choked down clamping on his dick. He hisses through his teeth.

“Or I might lick it off your tits. Haven’t made my mind up yet.” He sighs. Smiles and smokes some more. Pounds away.

You just lay there and take it- this man in all his filthy fleeting bliss. And you wouldn’t change it for a thing- you couldn’t even if you wanted too.

~

#punkwrites #detective quinn #detective au #tainted love #i would die for this man #joseph quinn fanfiction #Joseph Quinn #joseph quinn characters #joseph quinn photoshoot #this is so dirty omgg #idk where this came from #bourbon and pussy

[grape-souffle]

Cookies? Maybe tea or hot chocolate too ^^

🍪☕️🐝

#Stoli isn't entirely sure about accepting random gifts #But he had to take the cookies before Bourbon got to them #Since they looked like chocolate chip #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #character art #my art #bendy and the ink machine #fan art #bendy and the dark revival #traditional art #Sorry for taking so long with this ask! #Love ur art! #Stoli #Bourbon #answered asks #ask box open #ask blog #ask bait #my asks #ask me questions #asks #Ask #bendy au #bendy art #bendy fan art #bendy #pencil sketch #ask box

[stickyconnoisseurmentality]

Something about the bourbon barrels. The muskiness of the bourbon and wood mixed together, absolutely gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling thinking about it...life without bourbon isn't a life worth living..

#for the love of bourbon #almost bourbon time #warm and fuzzy

[ellavei]

France: Do you have any good memories of the time you were married to me?

Spain: Not going to lie, I'm quite proud that I married you during your most handsome time. If you are deceived by a good-looking person, at least there is some consolation for yourself.

France: I am very honored.

Spain: You are welcome, my handsome cruel despicable ex-husband!

#aph #hetalia #aph france #aph spain #frain #I love to see Spain being passive-aggressive to France #Spain: At least I can tell someone that I slept with a guy who represents the Bourbon period and also the Napoleonic era #<3 my handsome cruel despicable ex-husband <3

[crazghetti]

KURT AND DEMI MY BELOVEDS

#crazeymcart #identity v #idv explorer #idv barmaid #kurt frank #demi bourbon #kurt my beloved #kurt is my main since like #forever #i love explorer sm he's the only one i play honestly lmao

[kainereee]

a sketch dump of the mafia au with pokemon because if they had pokemon they'd be so much less unhinged fr fr

dedicated to the friends and their interpretations that breathe life into these characters

and all my thanks to @broh3m3 who sat with me as i somehow autopilot doodled a quick razor claw into this mix (laughing emoji)

#idv #identity v #idv fanart #identity v geisha #idv geisha #idv michiko #identity v ripper #idv ripper #identity v jack #identity v wu chang #wu chang #xie bian #fan wujiu #identity v barmaid #idv barmaid #demi bourbon #idv wu chang #i love you silver scythe you are my world 4ever #i want to do sm more maybe expect another of this #req wujiu manspreads and req bian has mice of nuclear destruction #im gonna do the melodis family too #jack was a last minute addition produced from my tears #literally

[iliana-gvf]

Wtf is his problem. Does he really think this is okay???

#greta van fleet #gvf #daniel wagner #danny wagner #daniel gvf #danny gvf #bourbon #and beyond #not okay #i love this man #foaming at the fucking mouth #i feel like a rabid animal

[vsirsa]

my beautiful wife rowland & brian hooper in 2006

#rowland s. howard #brian hooper #the birthday party #these immortal souls #crime & the city solution #beasts of bourbon #love love looooove #my lovely wife #my gifs #i tried (and failed) restoring the quality on this

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMURO !

cw: none :) (please lmk if i should add any!)

He could not remember when, but at some point he stopped celebrating his birthdays. Well, somewhere in him he knew it was most likely the first year he was alone.

But it really didn't matter to him, just as long as he knew how old he was. There was truly nothing exciting about getting a cake and lighting and candle for him to eat alone, and he didn't see the point in getting himself a gift so it was just like any other day.

Now, this year was a little different. The two of you had been dating for three months now and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wonder if something would happen for his birthday this year. However, he did not mention his birthday in any way, let alone tell you when it was so there was no way you would know. And he didn’t plan to tell you either because he really didn’t think his birthday was a day necessary of celebration. It was just a little thought in his head.

His birthday had finally rolled around, but it was truly just like any other day. He got up bright and early to exercise and he was working until horribly late, just like always. It was only until late in the night that he was finally able to check his phone and you were asking if he was still at work and telling him to take care. This was practically your routine at this point. If he didn’t say anything by 9 pm you’d text him a few messages, except these days were unfortunately far more common than not. Yet, this was all he needed to feel a little better after a long day at work.

“Furuya-san, did something nice happen?” Kazami asked.

“Hmm, why?” he questioned.

“Well, you looked so delighted,” Kazami replied. 

“Oh...” Amuro said, smiling. It was nothing but sweet to him that he’d let something show on his face, and that it’d be happiness out of all things. “I got the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

“Oh, what did you get? Hold on it’s your birthday today Furuya-san? Happy birthday! I hope--” Kazami started to go on.

“Hmm... it’s a secret,” Amuro responded. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He was finally driving home after he sent you a message that he was done work and that he’d be alright. The whole way home he could tell he was ecstatic and he was horribly embarrassed, he felt like a little boy for getting so excited. 

He was finally getting over his little burst of excitement when he reached his place and turned the lights on but his eyes shot open.

“Happy birthday Rei!” you said, cake on the table and a few balloons here and there. He wanted to cry.

”How... did you know?”

“Of course I know my boyfriend’s birthday!” you said, acting a little offended almost, but then you laughed. “It was a lot harder to find out than I expected.”

“I didn’t think someone still knew my birthday,” he said, still shocked.

“Sometimes I really think you don’t get just how much I love you,” you said, grinning. “Because I would rather die than miss your birthday.”

Everything was finally sinking in and he walked over to you without a word and kissed you. It was long and sweet, but he went in for another one right after, and yet another one after that, before he finally pulled away.

You were ever so slightly out of breath, looking so caught off guard, and he started to laugh.

“Hey!” you said, pouting slightly.

“No, I’m sorry it’s not that. I would never laugh at you,” he said. “It’s just that there’s no way I don’t love you more.”

#furuya rei x reader #amuro tooru x reader #amuro x reader #furuya rei #amuro tōru #amuro tooru #detective conan x reader #ok before i say anything else i want ot say i tried to write saying furuya i did i tried and i COULDNT #AMURO TOORU IS SO DEEPLY ENGRAVED ON ME IM SO SORRY #MY BAD #wishing the only man ever (AMURO TOORU FURUYA REI BOURBON) the best birthday ever nothing else matters today #happy birthday amuro i am so in love with you #ok this really wasnt the best though i am so sorry loml i will do u justice one day #THANK YOU FOR READING AS ALWAYS !!!! #also if u read these silly rambles i do in the tags youre actually such a real one its insane like why cant i shut up for like THREE SECOND

[kekeiraa]

happy birthday to my wife, literally the most gorgeous, beautiful, adorable, perfect, lovely, cute, beloved, amazing woman ever<333

#i love her sm #shes literally perfection #my wife ever #my babygirl #idv #identity v #fanart #identity v fanart #idv fanart #art #demi idv #idv demi #demi bourbon #idv barmaid #barmaid idv