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PEDRO PASCAL Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)
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TARON EGERTON as GARY “EGGSY” UNWIN KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE (2018) dir. Matthew Vaughn
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I feel like a tornado in a trailer park!
PEDRO PASCAL as WHISKEY ⤷ KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE (2017) dir. Matthew Vaugn
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djo · 10 months
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PEDRO PASCAL as JACK DANIELS / AGENT WHISKEY Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017) dir. Matthew Vaughn
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PEDRO PASCAL as AGENT WHISKEY Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)
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“How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a six pack of cold ones on ice, and my roomie’s out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar!”
PEDRO PASCAL as JACK DANIELS aka AGENT WHISKEY KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE
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paulmescal-s · 4 days
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THIS IS FINE.
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agentjackdaniels · 3 months
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On New Year’s Eve, @goodwithcheese opened her inbox to fandom confessions, and there was one that struck a chord with me about a fan in their late 30s who was still a virgin who wished they could read more fics that handled that situation.
Well, as a fan in my early 40s who is also still a virgin, I felt a connection to the anon. I invited them to come to my inbox if they felt comfortable and I’d see if there was anything I could do to write a story that fulfilled their wants. They did — and I did.
So just for you, dear Anon — but also for anyone in a similar situation to ours. (Please note: The fic is written with a female/AFAB Reader. I hope this is okay for the original request!)
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Title: First (Jack Daniels x f!Reader)
Rating: Explicit || 18+ only, please!
Word count: ~5.4k
Summary: You and Jack have been dating for about a month and you know the time has come to spend the night together. You’ve just got one concern: you’re still a virgin, and at your age, you’re a little shy to admit that. This, however, is very much not a problem for your gentleman cowboy — in fact, he takes your trust in him very, very seriously.
Warnings/Triggers: This is porn with plot, plain and simple. Reader is female, in her late 30s, and wears a dress/female-coded undergarments; there are two passing mentions of a somewhat visible hickey on her skin, but no other explicit description used. Oral sex (f!receiving); fingering; protected PiV sex. Explicit and constant discussion of comfort and consent, including Jack talking about and through it. Use of lube and male condoms. Jack goes above and beyond with aftercare.
Notes: For that darling Anon, who trusted me with their request and their fantasy. For @goodwithcheese, who made it possible to know there were others out there. And for my beloved, darling @ladamedusoif for her editing — and her title suggestion. (And a quick tag to @pedrostories as well.)
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Tonight’s the night. You can feel it, and part of you is ready — finally ready — but another part of you is absolutely terrified. Jack has been nothing but a gentleman the whole time you’ve been dating (nearly a month now!) but you’ve somehow always avoided the subject. You don’t know for sure if it’s fear, or nerves, or just plain embarrassment.
Either way, tonight is the night you and Jack sleep together for the first time.
For your first time.
You’ve dressed carefully, simply, though you did wear a matching bra and panty set (that’s how they do it in the movies, isn’t it?) that you bought specifically for this evening. It’s white, it’s prettier than most of your underthings, and you have to admit — you like how you look in just them. Hopefully he’ll feel the same.
Dinner is lovely, a nice night at a quiet Asian place near Jack’s ranch. You eat light, but well, and Jack doesn’t miss the chance to playfully tease you that you seem to be storing energy with your choices.
Your wink back at him makes him bite the side of his lip.
The moon is barely up over the horizon when the two of you walk into his house and he pulls you into his arms, his mouth sliding over yours, moustache tickling the skin of your upper lip.
“You look so beautiful tonight, Moonbeam,” he murmurs, his hands settling at the curve of your hips as he holds you close. “Like a fuckin’ dream.”
His fingers are inching towards the roundness of your ass, and you close your eyes briefly as you pull your lips from his. “Jack, just a moment.”
He doesn’t let go, but his hands still and he leans back to look into your eyes. “Everything alright?”
You nod. “Yes.” Your voice is firm, and you’re proud of yourself for that. “I just need to talk to you for a moment.”
His eyes are soft, cautious. “What is it, darlin’?”
A deep breath, and then, “I’m a virgin.”
That blunt. That simple. You’re an adult — there’s no need to sugarcoat what is just a fact. You’re almost forty, and you’re a virgin. It just is.
You’re surprised when Jack’s face doesn’t change a smidge. “Okay,” he says, easy as your admission had been. “So we go slow.”
A smile flits over your face, and the hands clinging to his shoulders flex around them. “You’re not surprised?”
“Only because it’s you,” he replies. “You’re so beautiful I’d have guessed you had folks linin’ up at your door.”
You shrug. “The opportunity never really presented itself,” you explain. You’re somewhat shocked you’re being so casual about it — you’d expected everything to be a bit more awkward. It just makes you more sure this is the right thing. “But it feels like it is now, so I wanted you to know so you’re not…shocked by my inexperience.”
“Oh, Moonbeam.” Jack leans forward and kisses you, and it’s deep and passionate and full of emotion. “Everything you do shocks me, but only in the very best of ways.”
You slip one hand up along the line of his throat to catch his ear between your thumb and forefinger. “Jack, sweetheart,” you murmur. “Take me to bed.”
It’s a game of give and take as you fall onto Jack’s bed with him, hands roaming and mouths meshed. You’re currently sitting on his lap, kissing like the world will end if you stop. He seems to be leaving a lot up to you, letting you lead, though he’s very willing to be just the right amount of pushy with you.
You’re the one who goes for his shirt first, your fingers working at the buttons of the soft gray flannel, a little clumsy but for the most part successful as you continue to kiss him. He gives you a break, just a bit, dragging his lips down along the side of your jaw as you slip your hands under the material, over his white t-shirt, your palms pressing into the soft firmness of his belly and sides.
As you slide the overshirt off his shoulders, his hands find their way up your thighs, resting just under the hemline of your skirt, hot and rough against your skin. He doesn’t move, as if waiting for permission, and you inch forward on his legs, pushing his fingers further. You’re pressed up against him enough that you can feel him half-hard in his jeans, and in the back of your mind you think just how powerful that is, to know you’re doing that to him.
“Can I take your dress off?” he asks suddenly, the first time his mouth isn’t on your skin since you got to his bedroom.
You nod. “Please, Jack.”
He touches you like you’re made of porcelain and steel, his hands firm but gentle as he slips them up along your body, careful not to tickle, bunching the material up until it’s gathered at your shoulders and he can tug it over your head. With one swift movement, it joins his shirt on the floor beside the bed, and Jack’s eyes are all over you in its place.
“Christ, Moonbeam. Look at you.”
“Is that a good thing?” you ask, though his fingers pressing harder into the skin of your thighs answers that question before he can say a word.
“Better than good.” He lifts up and drags his mouth along your chin, his facial hair brushing your lower lip, the sensation absolutely wild. “You’re gorgeous.”
You grin. “Look who’s talkin’.” Twisting your fingers in the hem of his undershirt, you catch his eyes again. “My turn?”
“Anything you’d like, darlin’. I’m yours to do with as you will.”
The white tee joins the pile, followed in short order by his well-worn Wranglers.
When it’s just you and Jack, bare skin and thin undergarments, you take a moment, sit back against his knees. His full lips are even more swollen and pink from your kisses, his dark eyes blown with desire, his hair mussed from the shirt and your fingers. You reach out and trace a fingertip down along his chest, pausing just briefly on the larger freckles that dot his skin, down only as far as the top of his black boxers.
Meanwhile, Jack’s hands are mostly still, though the one holding you steady around your back is stroking the line of your spine just so. The sensation is damn near electric. He’s watching you as you touch him, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth, and when your hand does stop, he looks up and holds your gaze.
“Here’s the big question, Moonbeam,” he says gently. “Who’s gettin’ naked first?”
You pause. It’s now or never, and every single nerve ending in your body is saying now. Without a word, you climb off his lap and — hands trembling just ever so slightly — you reach around to unhook your bra. It and your underwear fall away until you are fully exposed to another person for the first time in your life.
It feels…incredible.
Especially when Jack all but visibly melts at the sight of you. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way,” he says, his voice smooth and easy, “but I might just be the luckiest man alive bein’ the first to see you like this.”
“Why would I take that wrong?” you ask, taking a tentative step closer to him and reaching out to brush your fingers over his cheek.
He shrugs slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm. “Because it feels just a bit like I’m lookin’ at you like a prize I’ve won.”
You smirk, closing the space between you and catching his lips in another searing kiss. “But Jack, you have.”
He takes initiative again, pulling you back down onto his lap, tight against his groin so you can feel him at the core of you. It’s a bit of a shock, but not an unwelcome one, as Jack kisses you across your lips and up to the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna lay you down now, okay?” When you nod, he nips at your jaw and flips you over easily, caging you between his arms. “If you need me to slow down or stop, you just say so. No questions asked.”
You lift your head to kiss him softly and smile. “I trust you, Jack.”
His smile warms every single part of you. Sitting up just for a moment, he reaches over to pull a couple of things out of his bedside table — a small blue bottle of lube, a foil packet with its unmistakable round content. The nerves kick in just a little, and it’s as if Jack can tell.
“It’s alright if we don’t use these today, Moonbeam. I just want to be prepared if you choose to.”
You nod carefully. “Do we…” It feels stupid. “Do we need a towel?”
Jack’s laugh is clear and happy. “No, darlin’. I don’t mind gettin’ a little messy.” He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “You ready for me?”
“Absolutely,” you reply, and he stretches out over you again, his knees on either side of your thighs, his hands planted beside your shoulders.
He kisses you once again, dragging it out on your lower lip until you squeak in arousal. Then, he turns to his task.
Jack’s maneuvers are slow, meticulous. His lips line the column of your throat, down along your collarbone, and he starts off between your breasts, his tongue tracing a line down the center of your sternum before he slides one hand up to cup the roundness of you. “Remember,” he says, his breath ghosting over the moisture he’s left behind on your skin. “Use your words.”
“Go on, Jack,” you say, a bit breathless just from the thought of it. “I want — I want you to put your mouth on my tits.”
“Thatta girl.” You see that he’s grinning as he does what you ask, his tongue bringing your right nipple to full attention before he gently scrapes his teeth over it.
The stimulation goes right to your center, and you’re slightly embarrassed by the moisture you feel between your legs. If Jack notices, though — and he must, because his lower half, still clad in his boxers, is pressed against you — he doesn’t say a word. He keeps his focus, hand holding your breast steady as he works his mouth over it. It isn’t until you’re squirming and gasping that he finally lets you go with a pop…
…only to move onto your left side.
You have never once been this turned on in your entire life. Virginal or not, you’re not innocent — there have been videos and audios, books and stories. The little plastic toy in your nightstand has enjoyed many a night cupped in your palm and buried between your thighs. You know how to get yourself off, what fantasies work and what thoughts push you over the edge.
None of them, not a one, not even your best nights, match what Jack is doing with his mouth right now. And, you know for a fact, he’s barely even started.
Your whole chest feels like it’s on fire by the time Jack finally lets go of you, his mouth finding that place between your breasts again as he kisses the same line right back up. “How’re you doin’?”
“I’m… I’m good,” you stammer. “More than good.”
“Good,” he echoes. “Mind if I work a bit lower?”
You nibble at the plush of your lower lip. “Slowly,” you say quietly.
“Of course.”
He doesn’t lie. Sliding a little further down on the bed, he picks up where he left off, the base of that line of wet on your chest, and leaves featherlight kisses down along your belly. He takes a moment to dip his tongue into the fold of your navel, and you gasp, earning a raised eyebrow as he looks up at you.
“Don’t stop.”
Jack takes his time around the area of your stomach, alternating kisses and little nibbles on the skin there, his coverage widening until you feel the scratch of his moustache at the very top of your mound. This is where he finally stops again, lifting his head.
“I need you to promise me that you’ll talk to me now,” he says, and his tone is serious. “I’m going to use my mouth on you. My fingers, too, if you’d like that. But if you need me to stop…”
“I know. I’ll use my words.” You reach down and brush his brown-black hair off his forehead. “Kiss me, Jack.”
The mattress shifts as Jack moves off it, getting to his knees between yours. He’s gentle as he uses his hands to push your legs open more, settling his body there to hold you open for him. He gazes up at you, the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced as he smiles. “I’ve got you, Moonbeam,” he murmurs as his thumbs press little circles into the fronts of your thighs. “Just let go for me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Your gentleman cowboy lives up to that reputation as he lowers his head and presses a chain of kisses to the soft, unblemished skin of your inner thighs. When he meets the apex, he ghosts his lips over you and when you don’t flinch, he moves in a little harder.
His aquiline nose bumps against your clit, and that’s what causes you to jump. Before he can react, though, you speak up, your clear “I’m alright” paired with the fingers curled into his hair keeping him from pulling away and breaking the rhythm. At first, it’s just nose and breath, the combination enough to have you moaning lightly as you carefully rest the backs of your knees on his shoulders.
When he deigns it time to introduce his tongue, your mind shuts down and your body takes over. “Jack, yes,” you hear your own voice say, even though you don’t actually feel the words leaving your throat. He nuzzles a bit closer, nose against you as he slides his tongue inside your walls, his lips sealing tight around you.
For some reason, you’d expected this to be weird and uncomfortable. Maybe even moreso than actual penetration. And yet, as Jack’s tongue explores your folds, your entrance — it feels…blissful. He’s careful, gentle, slow, though his movements aren’t without purpose and you feel your legs start to quiver around him. In response, his hands slip to the outsides of your thighs, offering comfort and stability as he moves his mouth a bit faster.
“Jack, I’m…oh, fuck,” you gasp. You scramble a hand down to where one of his rests, shoving your fingers between his and holding tight. “Please, please don’t stop, I’m gonna come, oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. Not when your heels buck against his back, nor when you feel your hips grind down so hard you’re sure you must be either suffocating or injuring him, nor when you cry out in ecstasy some combination of his name and every swear you’ve ever uttered. You feel the familiar but also new sensation of the orgasm within you — the fuzzy lightness in your head like the climb of a roller coaster, the sudden immeasurable distance between your brain and your body, the curl of your toes and the tension of your fingers wrapped in his. 
Before you’re fully down from your high, he’s back, belly pressed to yours as he licks up into your mouth. One thing you’re wholly unfamiliar with is the taste of yourself mixed with someone else’s, and right now, it’s like the richest honey you’ve ever eaten. You and Jack taste incredible together, and he seems to enjoy it too the way he’s drinking in your lips and tongue.
It’s only when your heart rate starts to even out that Jack breaks your kiss, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes searching your face. “Are you okay, Moonbeam?”
You blame the hormones still raging through your body for the words that spill forth next. “I thought you were gonna use your fingers on me, cowboy?”
Jack’s right eyebrow arches straight up, and his lips follow suit. “You give a girl one orgasm…”
It isn’t long before his hand is snaking its way down your body, however, finding the wetness his mouth left behind. His fingers are broad — this isn’t a shock to you after this long — but you’re still a bit unprepared for the way it feels pressed against the nub of you. He goes back to kissing you, long and lingering, as he draws little circles around your clit. He changes pressure with each rotation, sometimes so hard you feel the tissue and muscle shift; sometimes so gentle you think maybe you’re imagining it. He recognizes your need rising again as your kisses get hungrier, and he breaks away from you, shifting a bit lower again so he has better leverage.
“I’m gonna use one finger first,” he explains gently, moving his thumb to take the place of his index finger. “Get you nice and wet for me, and then we can try another.”
You’re both grateful for the explanation and desperate for him to just shut up and do it. “Please,” is all you manage to say, and the smile is back as he seeks out your entrance again.
You’re still pretty slick from his mouth on you as well as the heat of the moment, so he slides right in to the first knuckle. Watching your eyes, he continues a bit further, and you feel the slight stretch as you adjust to him, keening just a bit when he hooks his finger a little and catches a spot inside you.
“Ohhhh.”
“You like that, darlin’?” He almost sounds like he’s teasing, but you know he isn’t. He drops another kiss on your arm. “I’m gonna go back down there, make it easier on both of us.”
“Easier”, you discover, means movement. Jack settles back on the floor, one of your knees over his shoulder again as he reintroduces his finger, this time slowly, lazily almost, pumping his hand in and out. The drag of his knuckles against you has you whimpering, and you’re just cognizant enough to make sure you pepper in a few “yes”es to be sure Jack knows you’re okay. 
“Gonna try a second finger, alright?” At your desperate nod, he trails his fingers between your folds, gathering moisture, before pressing his index finger back inside, followed by his middle one.
The pain is sharp, but completely fleeting — however, it seems like your reaction is enough to make Jack pause. “Alright, okay, I’m gonna try something different.” He kisses the bend of your knee and reaches for the lube, squeezing a bit over both of his fingers. “Tell me if this still hurts.”
The lube does help, and this time there’s no real pain at all. As both of Jack’s fingers fit within you, you let out a long sigh. “Oh, wow,” is all you can manage as he holds still, letting you adjust to the feeling. Jack chuckles a bit, wiggling his hand a little to encourage comfort, and you giggle. “Can you…move them?”
“You sure, darlin’? We can take our time, you know.”
You shake your head. “I’m ready.”
Jack kneels up and kisses your belly. “Okay, then.”
The room is mostly silent as Jack fingers you, only the sound of your heavy breathing and the soft, obscene squelch of your wetness and the lube as he rhythmically speeds up his movements. “Fucking hell, darlin’,” he mutters at one point. “Look at how good you take my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
The words are enough to make you clench around him, and he grins, allowing his fingers to curve as he moves them faster. “Jack, Jesus,” you gasp.
“Gonna come again?” he asks, the tip of his middle finger catching a spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle. “That’s good, Moonbeam. That’s real good. Go on and let it happen.”
Jack’s honey-whiskey voice and his fingers are enough to send you right back over the edge again. Your back arches as he rests his free palm on your stomach, keeping you from hurting yourself as you ride out your pleasure.
He’s still curled inside you when you come down, and he speaks up softly. “Are you okay?”
You find your voice, in more ways than one. “Yes.” You lift your head, look down into his shining eyes. “Jack, I want you to fuck me.”
He looks only slightly surprised by your candor. “Are you sure you’re not too tired, darlin’? Like I said before, there ain’t no rush. We have all night. Or as long as you’d like.”
“I know,” you smile. “But I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
He pulls away from you, discreetly wiping his fingers on his boxers as he stands and bends over you to kiss you hard. In response, you hook your fingers into his waistline and tug lightly. “I think, Mr. Daniels, you need to lose these before we continue.”
The tips of Jack’s ears go a little pink, but his moustache quirks as he wiggles his eyebrows. “You wanna see what you’re missin’, huh, Moonbeam?”
In response, you push up on your elbows, letting your knees fall open just a little. “I dunno, I just think since you’ve gotten so up close and personal with me, it’s only fair I see what we’re gonna be working with next.”
You swear you see ferality behind his pretty eyes, and he slips his hands under the material at his slender hips and pushes the cotton down.
You’ve seen naked men before. Okay, maybe not in person, but you know what everything looks like and generally how it all works.
You’re still very unprepared for Jack naked. 
Though he doesn’t have much hair on his chest at all, there is a long line of dark strands under his belly button that extends into a full — but neat — cluster of curls between his legs. His cock is thick, much thicker than the majority you’ve seen on screens before. At your eye’s gage, it’s long too, and his balls are heavy and broad beneath it.
There’s a tickling fear at the back of your head that his mouth and two fingers haven’t prepared you enough.
“Can I…?” You sit up, looking up into Jack’s face.
“Yeah, of course you can.”
You reach out and gingerly curl your fingers around him. The skin is silky and warm, the ridges and veins pronounced against your hand. You can almost feel him growing even harder at your touch, and instinctively, you pump your hand lightly back and forth.
Above you, Jack hisses through his teeth, and it makes you stop. “No, no, fucking Christ, darlin’, that feels good. You don’t have to stop.”
A thought hits you, and you feel the heat in your face as you lift your eyes again. “Jack, I don’t…” You breathe out. “I’m not sure I can…” Say it. “I can’t give you a blowjob.”
Jack’s hand slips under your chin. “I wasn’t expecting one. Tonight’s all about you, not me. And, for the record?” He smiles brightly. “You never have to do that for me if you don’t want to.”
You lean forward and press a kiss to his belly. “Thank you,” you whisper. You know that one day you’ll probably be able to — you really want to — but now…that’s the one thing you aren’t ready for yet. When you are, you’ll make sure it’s as special for Jack as tonight’s been for you.
Reaching around him, you grab the condom packet off his table. “Show me?” you ask, holding it up for him.
Jack’s patient, slow as he shows you how to unroll the rubber over him, making sure there’s enough space at the tip before he lets go and allows you to slide it over the remainder of his length. You can hear his breathing speed up as you move, careful to keep it smooth and even as you get to the end.
“Good girl,” he exhales, reaching for the lube again. “Hold out your hand.” You obey, and he squirts a bit into your palm. “Over me, and then use the excess on yourself just so we’re sure we’re ready.”
You coat all of him, maybe a little too thoroughly based on the groan he lets out, before leaning back a little and dropping your hand between your own legs.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he jokes, and you narrow your eyes at him. “Kidding, kidding. You’re just so fuckin’ sexy.”
“Come on, Jack,” you reply, just as playfully, as you lie back against the pillow.
He does exactly as you ask. Stretching himself over you, he pulls your lips against his, fingers sliding through your folds again and working you until you’re whining against his tongue. He breaks away only far enough to whisper against you, “I’ll go slow, I promise, but you can still say ‘stop’ if you need me to.”
“Jack,” you murmur back. “Please, I need to feel you.”
He smiles, presses a firm kiss to your lips, and rests on one elbow at your side. With his free hand, he grasps himself, offering a few pumps against his palm to prepare, and then carefully notches himself at your entrance. Catching your eyes again, he strokes the side of your face. “Take a breath, Moonbeam. You’re safe.”
As you breathe in, he breaches your walls.
He goes as slowly as he promised, an inch at a time. Your eyes hadn’t deceived you — his cock is much broader than even two of his fingers, but his due diligence worked. Between your own wetness and the lube, it makes his movements easier, and because he takes his time, your body welcomes him in with each little push.
You’re not sure how long it takes for him to bottom out, but suddenly you feel his hips lock into yours. The feeling of Jack between your legs, inside you, is foreign — you feel full, stuffed even, but it feels right. Natural. There’s no real pain like you’d been taught since adolescence. Even the slight pinch you’d felt with his fingers earlier didn’t return.
It’s…wonderful.
“How’re we doin’, darlin’?” Jack asks, his voice strained slightly as he runs his nose over your cheek. “We alright?”
“You…” You look up into Jack’s face, the hand not currently clinging to his back coming up to catch the side of his throat. “You feel amazing.”
The grin that crosses his lips now could light up the whole room. “Oh, I am just gettin’ started, Moonbeam.” He hitches his hips the tiniest of millimeters, and you gasp a little. “Remember, just breathe.”
Slowly, achingly slowly, Jack pulls back, and you feel the loss of him deep inside so acutely it feels like emptiness. He doesn’t leave you completely, though, and when he pushes back in, it’s just a little rougher.
“Oh,” you groan. “Oh, that’s…”
“Again?”
“Again.”
Each time Jack thrusts into you, it’s just a little harder. And each time he does it, your body seems to open up more. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s filled and left you before your only thought is to keep him close the whole time. You tighten the arm that’s around his back, your other hand falling to his hip and gripping so hard you’re sure your nails will leave little crescents in his skin.
“Jack, please,” you breathe unevenly. “Faster.”
“You sure?”
You nip at his earlobe. “Never been surer.”
He adjusts his position a little, and the shift hits that same spot inside that his fingers had earlier. You tremble in his arms, and apparently, that’s the right move, because he pushes up a little onto his palms and begins to fuck you harder. You’ve lost all sense of language, and all you can do is keep your fingers pressed into Jack’s skin as he buries his lips in the hollow of your shoulder so roughly you know you’re going to be bruised.
“Oh, god,” you groan as your third orgasm of the night begins to build inside you, this time deeper and heavier than any you’ve ever felt. “Jack, fucking hell, I’m so close already.”
“That’s alright,” he pants against you. “Don’t hold back, darlin’, don’t you dare.”
You hitch your knees up, your ankles twisting around Jack’s shins as you try your damnedest to pull him in deeper. He slows, just a bit, and you want to scream until you realize — it’s helping. The drag of him deep inside, the less demanding rhythm, the fact that he can lean down onto you again and press you into the mattress as he pulls your release from you — it’s all working like a fucking charm.
He kisses you deep and hard as if he knew you were right there, and with one sharp thrust you cry out into his mouth. Behind your closed eyelids, there’s a myriad of colors and sparks, your brain whirling with every thought you’ve ever had and no thoughts at all. You wrap your arms around him so tight they hurt, you roll your hips to extend the feeling, and when he swears and pistons into you fast a few more times, you realize it wasn’t just you who was right there.
You’re not sure how much time has passed, but after a while, Jack slips out of you and carefully peels away the condom, dropping it into the garbage can tucked away under his nightstand. “C’mon, Moonbeam,” he says softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You’re not quite sure how your legs are still functioning given you can feel the strain and stretch in them and between them, but you manage to get out of bed and follow Jack to the bathroom. You watch as he turns on the tap, adjusting the temperature until he deems it right, then dumps in a bit of bubbly soap.
“What?” he asks with a cheesy grin. “A man can’t enjoy a bubble bath from time to time?” You only smile in response, your brain still feeling a bit mushy. “There’s a clean washcloth on the towel rack. Go on and clean up a little and then you can sit in the bath.”
“Why?”
Another grin. “One, to get all that residue off you. We definitely did make a bit of a mess out there, Moonbeam.” He reaches over and pinches your ass affectionately. “But also, because you’re bound to be a bit sore and the hot water will help.”
You know he’s right. You do your best to clean yourself up with the cloth, trying to hide the wince that comes when you brush the space between your thighs. Jack starts forward, and you shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay. Sore, not hurt.”
There’s concern in his dark eyes, but he nods. “Bath’s ready. Get on in, it’ll help, I promise.”
When you’re settled under the bubbles, Jack tucks a folded towel behind your head. “Relax. I’ll go make us something to eat, get your energy back.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, his index finger brushing a spot on your neck that makes you squint. “I marked you good and well, darlin’. Sorry about that.”
He moves away from you to the sink to run another cloth over himself before slipping into a pair of sweatpants. Just before he snaps them into place over his hips, you notice the very clear set of fingernail marks left at the curve of his ass.
“Mm. Looks like I marked you too, Jack,” you murmur.
He looks over his shoulder at you and winks.
“More than you know, Moonbeam.”
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How is this one and the same person?
Pedro Pascal as...
Joel Miller in The Last of Us
Pero Tovar in The Great Wall
Dieter Bravo in The Bubble
Javier Peña in Narcos
Javi Gutierrez in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
Ezra in Prospect
Dave York in Equalizer 2
Agent Whiskey in Kingsman: The Golden Circle
Oberyn Martell in Game of Thrones
Maxwell Lord in Wonder Woman 1984
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Could I pretty please request #17 with Eggsy!! You’re writing is amazing and you definitely deserve all the love you get!
.⋆。Let’s Pretend It’s Sunday。⋆.
Eggsy Unwin x plus size reader
Eggsy finally has a day off from saving the world and all he wants to do is stay in bed with you
Warnings: implied smut, some nudity, domestic fluff
WC: 568
Minors DNI
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Cool morning light streamed into the bedroom, illuminating the lone figure in the bed. His dark eyebrows ruched as the light fell over his face, waking him from the first good night's sleep he’s had in a long time. 
He rolled onto his toned stomach to bury his face in the fancy pillows that he bought on a whim and stretched out his arm to pull his personal heater closer to him. But instead, his hand met a pile of rumpled and cold sheets. 
With a groan of frustration, Eggsy forced his blue eyes open only to be met with an empty bed and an alarm cloak reading a time too early for him to be awake. Just then the en-suite door opened, and you stepped into the bedroom half-dressed. 
You didn’t notice your now awake boyfriend as you quietly walked into the room, fixing one of your earrings as you did. But Eggsy certainly appreciated the sight of your gorgeously curved body clad only in a tight black pencil skirt, dark stockings, and your favourite bra which cupped your tits perfectly.
“Well isn’t this a brilliant morning?” You jumped at the sound of his voice, letting out a cute yelp as you clutched your chest.
“Jesus, don’t do that.” You scolded but with no real heat behind your words. Eggsy smirked and let his gaze slowly run over the length of your body before meeting your eyes. “And stop that, I have to go to work.”
He groaned pathetically and slumped back onto the pillows. “Oh come on, this is my first day off in months and I want to spend it in you.” You raised an eyebrow at him as you pulled your blouse on.
“Don’t you mean with me?”
“Nope I definitely mean in you.” The room is silent for a moment save for the rustling of clothes as you finish getting dressed before you speak again, killing your boyfriend’s dreams.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, I have to go to work.” But instead of complying, Eggsy slipped from the bed, letting the sheets fall away from his toned body.
“C’mon love, just call in. We can pretend it’s like the Sundays we used to have when we first got together. I order some food, we watch those shit tv shows you like and then I can fuck your brains out.” He cupped your full cheek and held your wide hip with his other hand. “Just say yes love.” His lips first met your cheek in a delicate kiss, then travelled across your face to the tip of your nose before he picked down to your neck and jaw.
Unable to fight his affections, you melted in his hold, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued to lather your skin with kisses. But then you seemed to suddenly come back to yourself and pulled away. “You know I can’t.”  You pouted.
Yet Eggsy wouldn’t give up. With a quick move, you were thrown onto the bed and swiftly pinned there by your boyfriend. “Sorry love, but you aren’t leaving this bed, not until I say so. And you know I’m not above tying you down.”
You grinned. “Alright Unwin, you have 10 minutes to convince me to stay.” Your skirt was suddenly bunched at your waist and your stockings ripped as Eggsy nestled his shoulders between your plump thighs.
“I only need five.”
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“Hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you”
as this sunday falls on new year’s eve, i decided to make my post a little special and instead of dedicating my work to one writer, i would like to take a minute and reflect on the past year (you can say thank you @undercoverpena for easing my worries about it, ily girlie 🫶🏼)
granted, i’ve only had this blog for a month and a half and i’ll be honest, i’ve considered and reconsidered doing this so many times. it didn’t make much sense to me, didn’t really feel legitimate to write about how this blog changed things for me because it’s so new. but the truth is, even in the short time i’ve been here, i was lucky to talk and interact with some of the loveliest people.
the kindness i was welcomed with only pushed me to try and give some of it back by showing some love to writers in the fandom. i’m taking as much pleasure doing these wallpapers, reviewing stories as i hope all the writers did receiving them.
so yes, my 2023 was as difficult and grueling as it was filled with laughter, happiness and hope. these are the things i would like to remember, to keep with me for 2024.
i know i am far from perfect, i am only a human being. but being human means change. it means evolving and learning. so this is what i aim for. i want to evolve, i want to improve. whether it be on my kindness or on my ability to reach out to others, i want to do better. i want to be better.
this change starts here, it starts with you. whether we’ve had full on conversations or merely follow each other and never interact, i see you and i am grateful for you. and because an action is better than a thousand words, i promise to keep trying, to keep making the fandom a little brighter in my tiny little corner, in the hope that it makes even the slightest difference.
to all of you, writers, gif makers, readers, thank you for sharing this world with me. thank you for your kind words, for your art, for your painfully relatable posts.
i know this is the end of the year, but it only feels as the beginning of something great.
to a bright, happy, full of creativity 2024 🥂✨
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Summary: Jack runs into another agent on a mission and figures out a new way for them both to get what they want.
Pairing: Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels/Javier Peña Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2633
Warnings: Frottage, anal sex, public sex, Jack is his own warning
Note: This as not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you've read the warnings.
Of all the places Jack thought he'd find himself today, a dive bar in the middle of butt fuck nowhere watching a cage fight wasn't even on his list. Silly, really, considering all the strange places his Statesman missions took him. All around him, large drunken men in plaid shirts jeered and shouted at the two half naked men in the cage. The entire bar stank of stale beer and sweat, which made Jack long for the heady woody smells of the Statesman barrel room, but he couldn't argue with the view.
In the cage, a massive slapdash metal structure that dominated the center of the rundown establishment, were two young men. Neither could have been older than twenty-five, both striped to the waist in just their jeans, and both covered in blood and sweat. It was the most homoerotic shit Jack had ever seen in such a painfully hetero bar. He had to stifle a laugh whenever he thought about it.
Taking another sip of his shitty beer, Jack glanced over to his mark, only to find him in the exact same spot since the last time he checked. Fast asleep in a corner booth, drooling into his thick, bushy beard. Another quick look around the bar confirmed that no one else was paying either of them any attention; except for one man.
Sat at a table, set off to the corner with a view of Jack, his mark and the cage, was a broody looking motherfucker. Sporting a well-worn leather jacket, a mustache similar to his own and a casual air that oozed practiced confidence, the other man had definitely made him. Everything about this guy said agent, the only question was what kind.
Jack's money was on CIA considering the dealings his sleepy mark was into, but FBI was also a possibility. There was only one way to find out, and considering Jack didn't feel like competing with another agent for the mark, working together was the better option for them both. Eying the other man, Jack could see he was also nursing what passed for beer in this shithole. There was his opening.
Sliding off his barstool, Jack glanced over at the two young men now slumping against each other, gasping for breath, the sweat rolling off them. Swaggering over to the stranger's table, Jack was met with a single raised eyebrow and a tilt of the head.
"Evenin'." Jack tipped his hat, before leaning down slightly closer to the other man. "Enjoyin' the entertainment?"
"Not my usual kind of thing." The other man smirked and Jack could just pick out the hints of a Texan accent. "But when in Rome or whatever."
"I agree." Jack gave a chuckle. "Almost makes up for the terrible beer. Do you mind if I join you?" Jack gestured to the free chair next to the stranger.
The other man didn't respond beyond a small nod, but his eyes watched Jack intently as he slid into the seat. 
“I don’t know about you,” Jack leaned in conspiratorially, “but I usually prefer somethin’ a little stronger. Now, I’m a whiskey man myself. How about you?”
“I’m a cut the bullshit kinda man.” The stranger sat up a little straighter, locking eyes with Jack with a steadiness that could only come from years of experience in the field. “So, why don’t you do us both a favor and tell me who you are and what you want.”
“To the point, I respect that.” Jack nodded. “All right. I’m Agent Jack Daniels, and I’m here keepin’ an eye on that fella over there. Reckon you know who I mean, seein’ as you’ve also got eyes on him. I need him alive as part of an investigation, and I get the feelin’ you do too.”
“You CIA?”
“No.” Jack carefully pulled his fake DIA badge from his jacket, flashing it under the table at the stranger. “You?”
“DEA.” The stranger mimicked Jack, carefully and covertly showing his badge. “Javier Peña. Our guy has links to a new player in the narcotics trade.”
“Indeed he does.” Jack nodded again, glancing around to make sure no one was watching or listening to them. “Amongst other things. Peña, huh? Weren’t you part of the team that took down Escobar?”
Javier shifted in his seat. “That was a long time ago. So what do you want to do? I’m here tonight to see who he meets up with.”
“He ain’t meetin’ up with anyone tonight. He was meant to, but I’ve already made sure that ain’t happenin’.” Jack leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting over to the cage fighters who were rolling around on the floor trading punches. “The dumb fuck’ll stay here, so I was gonna wait until the mornin’ and tail him back to wherever he’s holed up. You’re welcome to join me.”
Jack watched as Javier’s sharp eyes assessed him thoroughly. Jack could feel those dark eyes taking in every detail of him and knew that on some level Javier wasn’t buying his story. But was it enough for him to leave?
“Fine.” Javier scowled, taking a swig of beer, pulling a face at the taste. “I guess we just wait then.”
“At least there’s a show.” Jack gestured to the cage, scooting his chair back slightly so he was parallel to Javier at the table. “Who’s your money on? The fuckin’ twink blond or the other one?”
“At least that one can grow facial hair.” Javier let out a harsh laugh as he watched the two fighters. 
The crowd was getting impatient now, roaring and booing for the two young men to hurry up and finish. The blond responded by lunging at the darker haired man, who stepped back to avoid the attack. Grabbing hold of each other by the jeans, the two men fell to the floor of the cage again, tussling back and forth, much to the pleasure of the crowd. 
A loud whoop came from one section of the gathered men and as Jack craned his neck to look he could see that the blond had managed to pull down the other man’s jeans, exposing his ass. As the fighters rolled, grabbed and tugged at each other, the jeans worked their way further down until the man’s cock and balls were free. By this point, he was pinned under the blond, who had straddled his back, causing the other man’s legs to kick wildly. The result was a fantastic view of his asshole bared for the crowd, with his heavy dick and balls swinging back and forth. 
Much of the crowd was cheering now, clearly enjoying what they were seeing, as the blond fighter rolled the other man onto his back, yanking his jeans completely off victoriously. Now stark naked, bruised and bloodied, the other fighter slowly climbed to his feet before quickly barrelling into the blond. 
Jack could feel his cock stirring as he watched the younger fighter’s naked body in front of him. He wasn’t alone, and Jack could spot more than a few tented pants in the audience. The blond was grabbing the other fighter’s ass and pulling his cheeks open, giving everyone a good view of a tight puckered hole, and Jack could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared. Pulling his eyes away to grab his hip flask from his belt, Jack’s eye flickered over to Javier. 
The other man was leaning back casually in his chair, giving the impression to anyone that he was completely disinterested in what he was watching. Taking a mouthful of whiskey, Jack let his eyes drift lower, his curiosity getting the better of him, and to Jack’s delight he could see the very obvious outline of an erection in those ridiculously tight jeans.
Holding his flask out to Javier, Jack couldn’t stop himself smirking as the other man jumped slightly, dropping the veneer of coolness for a moment, before taking the flask. Letting his eyes drop back down to the bulge in Javier’s jeans, Jack made sure to let the other man catch him looking as the flask was returned to him. 
“Good show, am I right?” Jack’s voice was a husky whisper as he leaned over to Javier. 
“Uh, sure.” Javier’s cheeks flushed slightly as he glanced around, looking everywhere in the bar except at the two young men glistening with sweat as the naked fighter ripped open the blond’s jeans as he swung him against the cage. His body clattering against the metal, his long cock squashed against the bars.
Jack waiting patiently until Javier’s eyes returned to him before gesturing discreetly at his hard on. “Wanna fuck?”
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Crashing around the back of the bar, lips clumsily found lips as teeth clashed and hands roamed. Slamming Jack up against the wall of the building, Javier’s mouth forcefully met his as the two men grunted and moaned in the cold night.
Venturing his hands lower, Jack cupped Javier’s erection through the denim, making the other man buck into his palm as he forced his tongue past Jack’s lips. It had been a long time since Jack had been with someone so aggressively dominant, and it was going straight to his cock, which strained against its confines.
Tugging open Javier’s fly, Jack reached inside, stroking the hard length, feeling it twitch in his hand as Javier’s finger’s tangled into Jack’s hair under his hat. Freeing his own cock, Jack pulled Javier in closer, bringing their erections together, as he began to steadily pump them with his hands. 
Javier moaned into Jack’s mouth an incomprehensible stream of English and Spanish as he trapped Jack against the wall, pinning him with his body as he rolled his hips in time with Jack’s strokes. But it wasn’t enough. Jack needed more. There was something about this grumpy DEA agent that was filling his head with the most obscene thoughts, and damn it if Jack wasn’t going to try and fulfil some of them.
Pulling his head back slightly to break the frantic kiss, Jack nuzzled against Javier’s jaw as the other man growled and ground against him.
“You wanna fuck me?” Jack panted into Javier’s ear, stopping his hand and pulling it away from their cocks. “I got lube and condoms.”
“Yes.” Was the simple, growled response as Javier took a step back, glancing around as Jack fished a condom out of his jacket.
As Javier busied himself putting it on, Jack quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his jeans and underwear down to his knees. Reaching behind him, Jack pushed a finger into his ass, hissing at the coldness of the lube, before adding a second finger. Satisfied at the lubrication, Jack handed the tube to Javier, who applied a couple of drops before returning it.
Turning round, Jack steadied himself on the wall with his forearms, planting his feet as far apart as he could and bend over slightly to give Javier access to his ass. He could feel a hand on his bare hip and the tip of Javier’s cock lining up with his entrance before, slowly, Javier began to enter Jack. 
Jack let his head drop down as he bit back a moan as Javier’s thick length steady began to fill him. Inch by inch, Javier sank into Jack's hot waiting hole, both hands now gripping Jack's hips as his cock disappeared into Jack's body. Then, once he was buried to the hilt, Javier paused. Jack could hear him muttering and breathing heavily behind him as Jack adjusted to the size.
"You good?" Javier eventually whispered, one hand idly stroking Jack's exposed skin.
"I'm good." Jack hissed back, his arousal fogging his head. "Gimme all you got."
Jack heard a soft chuckled before Javier began to move. Pulling almost completely out slowly, before suddenly slamming back into Jack's waiting ass. Jack bit back a yelp as Javier began to set a rough, unrelenting pace. Each thrust pounding into Jack, rocking him forward until his cheek was barely touching the cold stone of the building. Javier's hips snapped against him as the obscene sound of flesh against flesh filled the night air. 
But it still wasn't enough. Jack was sure at this pace Javier wasn't going to last long, and given their extremely public locale that might be for the best. But Jack needed more. Arching his back, Jack tilted his hips slightly and sure enough the next time Javier plunged into him a jolt of electricity coursed through Jack. That's what he needed.
Javier seemed to quickly pick up on what Jack wanted, grabbing his hip with one hand and his hair with another to keep Jack in the right position. Then, like a jackhammer, Javier began to brutally fuck Jack. 
Jack's skin prickled with heat as the tension building in him threatened to explode. All he could do was get out shaking moans, and Javier huffed and panted behind him. The pace was becoming more erratic now, with each strike of Javier's hips against his ass, Jack could feel the other man's grip on his control slipping. The hands holding him dug their fingers in deep as Javier's tempo faltered. 
Between his legs, Jack's cock swung with every thrust, adding to the tantalizing anticipation as he got closer and closer to the edge. Then with a grunt and a hard snap of his hips forward, Jack felt Javier come. For a few seconds, he stilled, as Jack felt the cock inside him twitching through its release. Then, without warning, Javier began to pounding into Jack again.
The hand on his hip moved, reaching under to gently pump Jack's cock in time with Javier's thrusts. That was enough.
Like falling off a cliff, Jack came, spilling himself onto the dirt as his trembled in Javier's grip. Shockwaves of ecstasy rocked him as Javier continued to roll his hips, hitting that sweet spot, making Jack's knees buckle.
Jack would have been content to rest there against the wall of the bar, Javier's cock still buried in him, as he allowed the high of his orgasm to ebb away for a little longer. But just as his head began to clear of static, he felt Javier tense behind him, then quickly pull his softening length from Jack's now gaping hole.
"Fuck." Javier hissed. "Someone's coming."
"Dammit." Jack muttered, his words slurring together as he fought to pull his jeans up. 
Voices drifted through the cold night air and Jack watched warily as two men stumbled their way towards a truck, laughing heartily as a third more sober looking friend brought up the rear. Turning back to Javier, who was in the process of disposing of the condom, Jack smirked.
"We're good. You wanna head back inside, or are you up for a second round somewhere a little more private?"
"Fuck." Javier chuckled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and after offering them to Jack, brought one to his lips and lit it. "Tempting. Very tempting, actually. But we have work to do."
"Ah, that dumb fuck'll still be asleep for a few hours yet." Jack waved a hand, but following as Javier started to make his way back round to the front door of the bar. "How about we wait till this place clears out some, then have round two in the men's room?"
Blowing out a puff of smoke, Javier stopped at the door, looking around thoughtfully. There were only a handful of patrons still in the bar now. As predicted, their mark was still sound asleep where they had left him. The fight was over, with the two young men now redressed and counting their winnings at a table in the corner. Leaning against the doorway, Javier turned back to Jack with a smirk.
"You wanna fuck me this time?"
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starlightmornings · 1 year
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easy girl: tight jeans (Whiskey/f!reader)
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Rating: E (Explicit)
Length: 2.1k
Summary: Daddy!Whiskey’s little training session stirs you from sleep, and the sight of him cracking that whip has you determined to do something about it. Outside. Then in the shower.
Warnings: SMUT (duh), PIV sex, oral (f and m receiving), daddykink, outdoor sex, shower sex, unhinged feral couple, screaming his name as loud as you need to (sugar), etc.
A/N: The Whiskey Renaissance is underway thanks to 1 edit on tiktok and Pedro being on his absolute king shit right now. Unbeta’d because I feel like a tornado in a trailer park. Much love to @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights for encouraging my nonsense and @iamskyereads for sending me The Gif that spawned this little ficlet. Can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the Easy, Girl story.
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You’ve seen Whiskey in his tight jeans; you know how lethal they can be. Watching him practice whips and spins one too many times has you a little unhinged. An agent’s gotta stay sharp, though, because he never knows when someone from his past could come after his baby girl. 
So he goes out into the backyard of his sprawling ranch house early each morning to train, and sometimes his cracks and grunts wake you, making you roll over in the empty bed and grumble. 
You’ve been staying over there more often since he popped the question. One morning, as you peer out the window to see him, your breath catches at the view.
He’s shirtless; chest shining and just a hint of softness at his waist, as his biceps flex and work the whip, cracking it over and over at his wooden target. The jeans look painted on his ass, possibly tighter than usual, because the bulge he’s sporting in front is straining their seams. He has a look of utter focus on his face, with just a hint of desperation. He’s clearly in need, and, well.
Your Daddy takes such good care of you. Surely you ought to see to that, right?
Wearing only one of his soft, oversized shirts, your pajama of choice - and sliding on a pair of cowboy boots - you slip out the back door into the cool morning. The dewy grass squishes under you with each step, and Whiskey turns to see you, an apologetic smile on his face.
“Aww, darlin’, did I wake you again? I’m sorry, baby girl.” 
You give him a dismissive nod, nudging away his concern. 
“Lured me out here, is what you did, lookin’ like that,” you replied, letting your eyes rake over his body.
“Ain’t you one to talk, sugar,” Whiskey purrs, dropping the whip and swaggering over to you. “Bare legs and my shirt? Could kill a man where he stands,” he adds, reaching behind you to cup your thigh with one large, warm palm, then sliding his hand up to cup the soft cheek of your ass.
The very bare cheek of your ass.
“Christ, woman,” Jack grunts, head dropping forward as if pained. “You came out here half naked?”
A wicked smile spreads over your lips. 
“You did it first.”
He chuckles.
“Pity it ain’t the same half, but even I know better than to train with the whip and my dick out.”
You palm his bulge, earning yourself a needy gasp.
“Not training now,” you murmur, reaching for his belt. “Poor Daddy, these jeans are so tight. I know what you need,” you add, unbuckling and unzipping until you can slip your hand inside them, his hot length all but springing into your palm. You let your thumb circle and spread the bead of precum on the head of his cock, watching his head fall back in pleasure. His breathing quickens, sweat glistening over his chest as you stroke him, before he seems to regain some senses and leans forward to kiss you. It’s artless, needy and sloppy, and before you can give him hell for already being a mess he’s picked you up against the back wall of the house, his body pinning you in place. 
“Naughty girl,” Whiskey grunts, one hand slipping between your legs to feel your core, where you’re positively soaked for him. “Came out here to tease her Daddy. When she tastes like such a treat,” he adds, sucking the finger he’d just slipped through your folds into his mouth and moaning in delight. 
“Not teasing,” you reply, shaking your head even as lust all but fogs your vision. “Want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me right up against this wall.” Not for the first time, you find yourself grateful for the seclusion of Whiskey’s estate - though you fancy you’d put on a show for the neighbors, if he asked you to.
The thought sends a buzz of delight along your spine.
Whiskey smiles, soft and delighted, as he captures your lips in another kiss - this one tasting like you.
“In that case,” he purrs, urging your arms around his neck and shoulders, “hang on tight, sugar.”
Working his jeans over his slim hips, he lines himself up as he braces against the wall with you, sliding his cock inside your wet heat one inch at a time. The thrusts start slow, his smooth, hot length breaching you with care. He knows how sensitive you are, and despite the need in both your bodies, he doesn’t want to cause you too much pain. 
Because those tight jeans held back an absolute beast; thick, long, and swollen with need. His cock used to overwhelm you. Now, it turns you on, because you know he takes care with it, making sure you can take him before pounding away like some men would.
“How’s that feel?” He whispers, nuzzling your neck. “My sweet baby girl… how’s your little pussy feel?”
“Feels good, Daddy,” you whimper, clinging desperately to his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good. Need more,” you moan. “Need it all.”
“Yeah?” He asks, the lightest teasing note in his voice.
“Please, fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, your boots nudging against his now bare ass, and he chuckles, the rumble in his chest resonating through your whole body.
“Tell me if it gets too much, baby girl,” he replies, voice strained as he pants for breath, thrusting up and inside you, his hips rocking and making you bounce slightly against the wood siding. Luckily, the finish is smooth, or you’d have a few unpleasant splinters on your ass. As it is, you barely feel the wall - you might as well be floating on Whiskey’s cock, the way he’s filling you over and over. 
“Daddy, oh- oh fuck yes, just like that,” you cry out, egging him on as he builds to a fever pitch.
“Fuck- so fucking perfect, sugar,” he nearly growls, teeth clamping down on your shoulder as his hips stutter, missing a beat. His ass clenches under the hand you reached down with to squeeze him, driving him on faster, and you nearly sob as he sends you over the edge. Your slick, hot core squeezes him in pulses and you feel him flood you with warmth, gently slowing to a halt. The pair of you cling to each other for a few long moments, breaths slowing, skin glistening with sweat.
“Baby, oh sweet Jesus that was perfect,” he pants, gently easing you down onto your feet. They tingle, and you realize your legs are actually a bit numb.
“So good, Daddy,” you murmur, kissing him tenderly as you feel just a bit of his cum drip onto your thighs.
“Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he says, leaning down to lift you up into his arms, the move making you squeak in delight.
Whiskey carries you inside, plucking your boots off after setting you on a bench and then tugging your shirt off, followed by his own pants and boots. The pair of you giggle like teenagers as you race upstairs to the shower, completely naked, and you reach in to turn on the hot spray. Kissing, slowly and tenderly, helps pass the time until the temperature is just right, and he tugs you into the large, walk-in shower before dropping carefully to his knees.
“What- what are you- oh,” you moan as he leans in and seals his mouth to your warm, wet, dripping core, lapping at the mess he’d made of you just minutes earlier. Nudging your legs apart, he kisses your soaked cunt, the warm water running over your body and his hair, his slurps echoing off the tile walls.
“Oh, yes, oh fuck, don’t- don’t stop,” you beg, whimpering as you wrap one hand around the metal grab bar and Whiskey lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder, opening you wider over his face. His nose is nestled against your mound, and he wraps his lips around your clit, giving the tender flesh a slow, deliberate suck. You sink your free hand into his wet hair, holding him in place and gasping raggedly as he eats you out, his tongue pumping inside you and his dark eyes flashing up your body every so often to watch you shake with need.
Gripping your ass, he seals his mouth over your clit and lashes it over and over with his tongue, the licks getting faster until you scream, body quivering under waves of pleasure.
“So good,” you mumble, catching your breath as Whiskey gets to his feet, letting the shower soak him and then wetting a washcloth under the spray. He squirts a generous amount of sweet, lightly-scented body wash onto it and wraps the warm cloth around you, massaging it over your shoulders, your chest, and your back. He pauses to tweak and tug gently at your nipples before making quick work of the rest of you. 
While he’s focused on getting you clean, you swipe the body wash off the shelf and pour some in your hand, warming it under the spray before stroking gently over his cock - already hardening again. He grunts in pleasure as you tease him, then rub him playfully, before rinsing clean and shutting off the water.
The bathroom mirrors are fogged with steam, and Whiskey takes your hand, stepping out of the shower and wrapping each of you in a fluffy, oversized towel to dry off.
“My sweet baby girl,” he purrs, holding you close.
“Can we go back to bed for a bit?” You ask, a devilish gleam in your eye. “There’s one more treat I’d like this morning,” you add, reaching down to give him a squeeze.
“Mm,” he moans. “Anything you want, sugar.” 
Padding out to the bedroom, you flop down onto the bed, still warm from the shower, and Whiskey crawls in alongside you, towel forgotten on the floor.
That’s when you lean over him, face level with his hips, and give his hard cock a long, slow lick. He shudders with need as you wrap your hand around him, opening wide and rubbing the flat of your tongue over the shining head of his cock.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” he swears, one hand cupping your cheek, his thumb tugging at the corner of your mouth where it’s full of him. “Do you know how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, suckin’ on me like that? That sweet, pretty little mouth, so soft,” he babbles, his hips starting to thrust; tiny movements that seem almost involuntary. He’s coming apart at the seams, and you want to be there to hold him together when it happens.
Sliding off with a loud, wet smack of your lips, you kiss the dark trail of hair just below his navel. 
“Want you to fuck my mouth,” you murmur, leaning lower and brushing your lips along the velvety side of his length as you speak. “Want you to cum down my throat, all over my face,” you add, and Whiskey makes a pained, desperate noise of need. That’s when you open your mouth wide, taking him deep, gently swallowing around him and burying your nose in the soft curls just above his cock.
You bob up and down, slurping loudly, eyes flicking up to see Whiskey’s enraptured expression every so often. He’s looking at you like you’re an angel, with equal parts love and awe. Before long, he’s thrusting, and you’re bouncing, and then he’s holding your shoulders to anchor himself as he spills inside your mouth, his second orgasm of the morning leaving him groggy and sleepy.
“Rest, Daddy,” you whisper, crawling up beside him, the pair of you curled up naked in bed.
“Just a few minutes,” he murmurs sleepily. “Then I reckon I’ll have to taste my baby girl all over again.”
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Before the spinning 😵‍💫
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judadisyourjudaddy · 3 months
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they should've shown harry hart sobbing like an idiot after merlin sang his little sing song theres no way he didnt get even the slightest bit attached to the computer boy come on man he was disappointed when you didnt know his favourite singer HE THOUGHT YOU WOULD KNOW he wanted a connection with you he EXPECTED a connection with you you fucking asshole put your stupid umbrella down and make out with hamish mycroft right now
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