#agent whiskey s m u t

[something-tofightfor]

Buried: Part 9

Pairing: Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Female Reader (Agent Cider)

Word Count: 7,187

Rating: N S F W (and everything that goes along with it! - Language, sex, mentions of past womanizing, talk of various birth control methods, etc)

Summary: The cards have all been laid out on the table - or so you think. Jack still has one more trick up his sleeve ... but you’re both going to get  exactly what you’ve wanted for years. 

Author’s note:

I am so sorry that it’s taken so long to get this out - but I got very sidetracked. Cider and Jack deserved my full attention, and I wanted to wait to write and post this until I could give it to them. It will not be three months until the next update - I promise. I’m already working on Jack’s POV of this chapter, so stay tuned for part 9.5 soon (ish)

Catch up on this story via my masterlist (link in the taglist reblog)

Side note: writing smut for Jack Daniels was a very daunting task. He’s a lot to handle in every sense of the word. 

It hadn’t even been a few minutes, and you were already certain that you never wanted Jack to stop touching you. Ever. His hands were warm against your sides - large palms curved around your ribs, the ends of his fingers holding on at just the right side of too tight. It wasn’t just that he was placing them somewhere convenient; Jack was holding you, urging you to press your chest to his as he kissed you, and at the realization, you pulled on his hair again, sighing into his mouth. He wants me as much as I want him, and he means it. 

You trusted Jack implicitly with your life; that had been true even before you’d begun to understand the feelings you had for the man. But you were also trusting him with your heart, and in your mind, that was more important - and more dangerous. 

“Jack.” Whispering his name when the two of you separated long enough for you to take a breath, you leaned back, wetting your lips and meeting his eyes. “I mean it when I said to prove it. I -” You saw his eyes widen, the man waiting silently for you to continue. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to…” I want you to know. You had nothing to lose; the two of you were being as open as you’d ever been with each other, and while you didn’t think he’d pull back in on himself and stop being as honest when the night ended, you didn’t want to waste an opportunity. “You deserve happiness, Jack. It’s been so long for you. You should be happy. And if it’s not with me, it -” “Who else would it be with?” He said your name, and at the sound of it, you felt your chest constrict. He’d never said it that way before, and while there was pain in it, there was also surprise - almost like he couldn’t believe the things you were saying to him. “Everything else has just been a… distraction. A way to make me forget about my wife for a couple hours. Women. The job. The distillery. But you… you’re…” His eyes narrowed as he paused, and you saw sadness briefly appear within the depths of them - but it was gone only moments later. “You’re a distraction, too, but not … not in the same way.” He swore, ducking his head and you moved with him, pulling your hands away from his face and back before letting them fall onto his forearms. 

“Jack, hey.” You squeezed, but he didn’t look back up. What’s he … I don’t know where he’s going with this. You weren’t upset that he’d called you a distraction, because if you were being honest, he’d been the same for you. But I couldn’t ever do or say anything about it. “It’s alright, I promise. Just … take your time.” When he looked back up at you, you saw resolve in his eyes; the warmth back in them, too. “There you are, Jack Daniels.” 

“You’re the first thing in damn near 20 years that I haven’t wanted to be temporary.” That shook you, your grip on his arms tightening further, though you didn’t look away. “And I couldn’t even tell you that before now, because it never …” He winced as he spoke again and you lifted a hand, reaching up to settle it on his chest - palm flat and fingers splayed. This is so hard for him. “You wouldn’t have believed it because of what I’ve been doin’ for the whole time you’ve known me.” Jack swallowed, blinking quickly. “And that’s my fault, but fuck, Agent, I…” He leaned closer again, hands still on your sides and pressed his lips to yours. “You make it so goddamn easy to love you.” 

You were frozen, his lips barely separated from yours as he spoke, but the words sent a jolt of emotion throughout your body. Does he realize what he just said? Is he talking about himself, or… You’d never heard Jack say that he loved anything but his wife in the entire time you’d known him - and so you knew that his use of the word meant something. But does he mean… “What?” You forced the word out, the hand on his chest pushing the man away from you. “What did you -” “I said,” he replied, voice steady. “That you make it so goddamn easy to love you. I don’t even think you realize it, either.” His eyes were nearly blazing with intensity, but Jack didn’t look away, instead pulling one of the hands away from your body and bringing it up to the back of your neck. “I didn’t even realize it at first. Not for a long time, and after I did, I didn’t … couldn’t admit it.” Why? But you knew why - and so you didn’t even ask. Jack would always feel guilty when it came to his wife and the way he actually felt about other women, even after she’d been gone for so long. “But you know what?” He squeezed your neck before moving his hand - bringing it back to your face and letting his thumb run over your cheek, the other fingers curled beneath your jaw. “It’s the truth. And I was so fucking stupid for not letting myself…” Jack wet his lips and took a deep breath, thumb paused next to your lips. “I fell in love with you, even though I did everything I could to stop it from happening.” 

“Jack…” You knew that your lower lip was trembling, and that the man could likely feel the erratic beating of your heart, but you didn’t care. “You… you did what?” You got a brief smile in return at that, Jack leaning forward again. He fell in love with me. That means that he … His thumb moved over, swiping slowly across your lips in the moments before he kissed you again, but when you spoke, it was against the pad of it, because he hadn’t moved it out of the way. “I love you, too, Jack.” 

You’d never thought you’d hear yourself say the words out loud, but once they were out, it was like a dam had broken, the depth of the feelings you’d harbored toward the man for years overflowing. He didn’t pull his hand away before he kissed you, instead pressing his lips to both  his thumb and your mouth with a bruising intensity, almost like he couldn’t believe that you’d spoken - or what you’d said to him. Not after what we’ve been through. The tip of his finger caught on your lower lip as he pulled his hand down, and on autopilot, you arched your neck, unwilling to lose the contact even though his forehead was still pressed to yours. Wait. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you opened your eyes fully. He… we… “What’s goin’ on? You alright?” 

I remember. You remembered the way he’d kissed you in the hotel room in St. Paul the moment both of you had removed your boots - your fingers working to undo the zipper on the man’s coat as you stumbled through the small space, Jack’s hands pushing the bottom of your coat up - right along with the shirt you wore beneath it. He couldn’t stop touching me, and I didn’t … “I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to stop touching you, Jack. And you couldn’t… in St. Paul, you couldn’t stop -” “You had to tell me to stop kissin’ you when it was time to go and do what we were there to do.” It was his turn to stare at you with wide eyes, the man’s mouth hanging open after he’d said the words to you. I did. I had to tell you to stop otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to. 

“You wouldn’t have let it go all the way, and I know that, but the way you kissed me, Jack? The way we…” You curled your fingers against his chest, the material of his shirt wrinkled against your palm. We both wanted it. We both still do. Why are we waiting? “Can we go to bed, Jack? We can stay right here if you want, but…” You felt him shudder, but he never looked away, eyes locked with yours. “But I’d rather we -” 

He didn’t let go of you, instead just shifting the position of his hands to pull you closer to the edge of the counter, urging you to slide off of it. I guess that means he… “You want a bed?” Swallowing hard, you nodded once. “Then I’m gonna give you a bed.” Jack steadied you as your feet made contact with the floor, his hands resting at your hips. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want, Agent.” He murmured the words as he leaned in again, kissing you once more as your lower back was pressed against the edge of the countertop, and you found yourself winding both arms around his neck to hold him in place, sighing as your lips moved with his. I could stay right here and be happy. “C’mon.” 

He spoke again when he pulled away, standing up straight and looking down at you. This is really … it’s really happening.  “Lead the way, Jack.” Holding out a hand as a joke, you were shocked when he took it, the man’s grip tight but not painfully so. It didn’t take much time to go the distance to his bedroom, and even though you’d seen it before, you’d never been led inside by the man himself. “Door open or -” “Whatever you want.” Jack was facing you again, though he’d dropped your hand to flip the light on, the overhead bulb dimming as he adjusted the sliding switch. “Nobody else is coming in here, but if you’d rather …” You turned as he spoke, closing your eyes and taking a long breath as you pushed the door shut - the quiet click echoing through the otherwise silent room. The man said your name, and before you could turn back toward him, you felt his arms wrapping around your body, Jack urging you to press your back to his front while he lowered his head next to yours. “Before anything … happens here, I …” He kissed you just below your ear, punctuating his words. “I want you to stay with me tonight. You can go and get new clothes or whatever you need tomorrow, but I…” He said your name again, then pressed his lips to your cheek. “Stay here with me.” 

You knew that hearing him say that was rare - that he knew what the implication of repeated nights spent together meant to most women. We’ve spent the last … and now he … Turning, you felt Jack’s hold on you loosen just enough to make the motion possible, your own arms going around his waist. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be, Jack.” It was the truth - you wanted nothing more than to wake up next to the man as often as you could, and you didn’t think that he would be overwhelmed by you giving him a real, honest answer. ”I’ll stay as long as…” “Don’t say that.” He smirked at you, clearing his throat. “Might try to keep you here permanently.” It was a nice thought, and even though you smiled at the words, you didn’t quite let yourself believe them. He’s going to have to go back to New York eventually, and I might not … I might not be a Statesman anymore soon. But almost as though Jack could see your thought process, he moved to distract you, the tips of his fingers snaking beneath the bottom of your shirt and beginning to tug it upward. “You’re wearin’ too much.” He bit down on his lower lip and you pulled away from him, straightening your arms enough so that he could pull the shirt over your head. “That’s better.” He didn’t let go of the material, lowering his hand to hold it by his side, and without asking permission, you used both hands to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt - starting at the bottom. 

As each was undone, you eased your hands up, the material parting to reveal his bare skin beneath it. You didn’t know what was making you move so slowly, but even that realization didn’t change your speed, and when you reached the final button you closed your eyes briefly before pushing the material back and over Jack’s shoulders, the man shrugging out of it and letting it - and your shirt - fall to the floor in the same motion. “Halfway there.” Your gaze flicked back up, meeting his, and you saw Jack staring at you with an intensity that you’d never seen before from anyone. “What?” 

“I want to do this right. I… we’ve waited so goddamn long, and …” He wet his lips, one of his hands moving back to settle against your hip - only his thumb sweeping over the bare skin above your waistband. “But I don’t know that I … can.” Blinking, you tilted your head to one side. Can’t what? “I’m barely holdin’ it together right now and we’re still on our feet, so -” “What’s right, Jack?” Digging your nails gently into the tops of his shoulders, you took a moment to gather your thoughts. “Easing into it? Going slow? Because I think that this is the slowest anyone’s ever gone, and I’m pretty sure that after what we just said to each other in the kitchen, there’s no wrong way to -” He laughed at that, pulling you tightly against his chest, and even though the reaction surprised you, you let him - turning your head so that you could press your cheek against against his skin, his heartbeat loud in your ears. Or is that mine? The man’s laugh died down and you felt his chest rising and falling, but in the seconds that followed, you were somewhat confused. What is he waiting for? Why isn’t he trying to… 

It hit you then - Jack wasn’t doing what he usually did, because the situation wasn’t typical. He’s … he’s trying to be … oh. Turning your head slowly, you pressed your lips to the man’s body, palms flattening against his sides. He inhaled sharply but didn’t say anything, waiting until you’d shifted your position, kissing another portion of his chest to lower his head, mouth finding the top of your shoulder. You hummed against his sternum, angling your head so that you didn’t get in his way, and Jack’s breath washed over your skin in a hot burst, followed by the gentle scrape of his teeth. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he mumbled - though you heard him clearly. “I will. I -” Never. 

But you nodded instead, registering one of the man’s hands slowly sliding up your back and landing on the band of your bra at the same moment he bit down against your skin - harder that time. Your lower body rocked against his, and you couldn’t help letting out a quiet gasp at the feeling of him through his jeans. Oh, shit, Jack. 

“Gonna take this off now, alright?” You nodded without speaking, and you felt the material at your chest loosen, Jack’s large hand swiping up the newly bare center of your back. Warmth followed where he touched you, and at the sensation you couldn’t take it anymore, pulling your mouth away from his body and saying his name, Jack straightening up, too. “What?” You heard the slight waver in his voice and took it as a sign, finally letting your fingers run through his hair to push it away from his face. 

“If you don’t kiss me right now, Jack Daniels, I don’t know what I -” The man didn’t let you finish, closing the distance between the two of you with one swift motion, and when his mouth was sealed over yours, you stopped thinking about anything that wasn’t him. The kiss quickly progressed - the man’s mouth opening, his tongue running along the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth without hesitation, welcoming him to deepen the kiss. He did just that - and as you shifted against him, one arm going around his neck and the fingers of the other hand digging into his hip, you felt the material of your bra shifting, too, the fabric sliding against your skin and his. 

“Take that thing off.” When he pulled back to breathe, you saw that the man’s eyes were nearly black, the pupils larger than you’d ever seen them. “Unless you want me to do it for you.” You had no idea if he’d used the same line on other women, but in the moment, you didn’t care - quickly shrugging the strap down one arm and then the other before letting it drop to the ground with both of your shirts. Jack closed his eyes almost as though he was fighting with himself, and when he spoke, his voice was strained. “Lemme look at you, let me -” “You don’t just have to look, Jack.” Feeling emboldened by the way he was reacting to you, you decided to take a chance. “You can touch, too.” You didn’t expect a tentative touch from the man - that wasn’t his style, but as soon as the words left your mouth, Jack moved, bringing his hands up to rest beneath your breasts, thumbs side by side between them. “Oh, fuck.” At his touch, your knees nearly buckled, and when Jack finally looked down, you watched his posture change, the man’s head lowering, too. He’s going to - he… The moment Jack’s lips made contact with the top swell of your newly bared flesh, you whimpered, the sound loud - but it only spurred him on, lips replaced with the warmth of his tongue as he licked at your skin. 

There was nothing you could do aside from bury your nose in his hair as he continued, mouth making its way down until he closed his lips around one nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking over the already sensitive area. This is exactly what I wanted. You ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, the edges of your other hand’s nails dragging over the center of his back, but Jack was focused on what he was doing, tongue replaced with teeth after only a few moments, the pressure sending a jolt of arousal straight into the pit of your stomach. 

Leaving a damp trail behind, he switched to the other side of your chest, and when you felt his thumb moving in a slow circle over the pebbled skin he’d just tasted, you sighed, the hold on his hair tightening. “Jack.” His name came out in a quiet whine, but at the sound he immediately straightened up, eyes back on you as his hold on your chest loosened. 

“What? I’m -” Don’t you dare apologize. “No.” You cut him off, taking a deep breath and then swallowing to steady yourself. “You’re fine, I just …” Fighting back a grin, you pressed your lips together. “You’re a lot, Jack Daniels, and I wasn’t … prepared.” The look in his eyes changed again, and before you could speak to reply he was pushing you toward the bed, eyes moving between your face and chest. 

“That was nothing, Agent.” You believed him - and also believed that you were about to find out just how true his statement was. Good. It’s about time. He didn’t say anything else, and you would have been lying if you’d tried to say that you didn’t like the way Jack was looking at you - gaze roaming over your upper body and face, the man’s tongue darting over his lower lip as he took in the sight of you. 

You’d wanted him to look at you that way for years, and now that he was, it didn’t seem real. But it is. We’re here, and he’s… he just said he loves me. That was something that the two of you would need to talk about more. It wasn’t that you’d wanted to gloss over it - that kind of admission wasn’t something to ignore. But he’d heard your reply - and it hadn’t sent him running, so you figured you had time. Not now. Now we’re… 

“Let’s get these jeans off.” Jack’s voice interrupted your thoughts, the man moving his hands to unbutton your pants, though he made no move to push them down. 

“Might be easier if I take them off myself, Jack. Same for you. I think we’re both a little -” He laughed but pulled his hands away, moving them to his own waist. You watched what he was doing, hands poised over the waistband of the denim you wore, and it wasn’t until the dark gray material of his underwear came into view that you moved again - easing your jeans down and over your hips without looking away. You’d seen him in various states of undress before - and as recently as the previous couple of days, but it was something entirely different to see him in only a pair of soft boxer briefs, the material clinging to his muscular thighs and toned waist and stretched taut over the prominent bulge at his front. This is really happening. 

“You’re gorgeous.” He spoke quietly, eyes back on your face. “I mean it.” He said your name again, reaching for you with one hand and you took it, letting him pull you away from the bed and closer to him. “I say a lot of things to a lot of people, but that?” He cocked his head to one side before shaking it back and forth slowly. “That’s somethin’ I mean.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Jack.” With your free hand, you trailed a finger down the center of his chest and toward his abdomen, feeling the way the muscles beneath it tightened when you stopped near his belly button. “Not at all.” But now’s where it gets weird. “I hate to be that girl, but … I know you haven’t been here in a while. Is… do you have condoms?” It was a loaded question - not because you didn’t think he’d expect it to be a concern, but because you figured he’d think it was a trap - that no matter how he answered, it would be the wrong response. “Because if not, we -” 

“I do.” He nodded. “Not because I thought that this was gonna happen, but because I always do. Might have gotten the implant like we all do as agents, but I’m still careful.” It was easier for you and the other female agents to brush off questions about using additional methods of protection during sex, since the Statesman implant wasn’t unlike the others on the market, but you realized that for Jack and Tequila and all of the other men on staff, it wouldn’t be as simple. Can’t explain having something like that without explaining what they do. “But, uh…” He cleared his throat, still staring at you. “I still get tested regularly, and the only person I’ve been with in the last couple months is Steph, and everything’s… clean.” Oh, you’re saying … He was giving you options, which you appreciated - and bringing up a potentially painful piece of information to let you make a decision. But he has no idea how I’m going to answer. 

“I haven’t ��� been with anyone in a long time, Jack. So you don’t have anything to worry about there.” You chewed on your lower lip, unable to meet his eyes. Because it sounds like I was waiting. And I wasn’t, but I … sort of was. It hadn’t been on purpose, but many of the men you’d dated in the past, you’d compared to Jack - in the smallest ways possible, and without even realizing it. But I don’t have to do that anymore. “I … think the implants are good enough. As long as that works for you?” 

He’d barely let you finish speaking before he was moving forward again, hands on your hips to push you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. “It works.” You sat, Jack bending at the waist and putting a hand on either side of your body while he nuzzled against your jaw. “As long as you’re sure.” Telling him that you were, you angled your head so that you had access to his mouth, arms once again going around his neck. As Jack kissed you, he eased you backward, the motion smooth and controlled. Before you knew it, you were laying down on the center of the bed, feet still on the floor and Jack hovering over you with his thigh between your legs and his hands on either side of your body. “I’m not done kissin’ you yet, though.” He winked as he dropped another kiss along your jawline, but you weren’t expecting the push of his thigh against your center, the man’s bare skin moving over the soaked material of your underwear. “I can feel that,” he murmured, still pressing his lips to your heated skin every few seconds. “Haven’t even touched you and -” “I wish you’d change that.” The words came out before you could stop them, but even though your eyes flew all the way open as you spoke - shocked at your lack of filter - it didn’t seem to faze him, Jack reacting without pause. Trailing a hand down your side, he flattened his palm against the top of your thigh and then squeezed, pressing his leg against you once more before he withdrew it, giving himself plenty of room for his fingers. 

He didn’t push them into you right away - or move the material to the side; instead, Jack kissed you on the mouth at the same time as he ran his knuckles downward over the dampened fabric, adding a little pressure when he brought them back up. Oh, fuck. Your hips jerked at the touch, rising off of the bed a few inches, and you could feel him smiling against your lips as he continued to tease you. But it wasn’t just you that was reacting to his touch - you felt his thighs tighten around your leg, the firm press of him along the top of your other leg. I can touch him, too. Sighing into his mouth, you moved your hand from the blanket, aiming for the opening of his underwear and the moment your fingertips parted the fabric, he slid a single finger into you. His hand froze when you made contact with his skin, but his hips didn’t - the man’s lower half jerking forward as you wrapped your fingers around him and squeezed, pulling him free through the slit in the cotton. “Fuck me sideways,” he breathed, resuming the movement of his hand, and then kissed you again - that one much messier, almost desperate. “Been waitin’ I don’t even know how long to feel your -” 

He closed his eyes at the sensation of you moving your hand up his length - thumb passing over the tip of him and circling slowly to spread the moisture that had gathered in a large bead there before moving it back down, tightening your hold at his base and then turning your wrist slightly before you started over. I’ve been waiting just as long. Your eyes closed as he picked up the pace of his finger, the occasional curl of it within you forcing your breaths out in short pants. 

“Gonna need another one, Jack. More” You reached up with your free hand, grasping his hair between your fingers and forcing him to look into your eyes. “Otherwise -” You saw the change in his expression at your direction, the rest of your words dying in your throat and your grip on him tightening for a moment. It didn’t surprise you that the man enjoyed hearing things like that, nor did it shock you when he did as you asked immediately - the insertion of another thick digit making all the difference. It’s still not the same, but it’s… closer. 

You touched each other for a few minutes, learning the way your bodies responded to the stimulation, and then Jack stood up suddenly, pulling himself from your hold and removing his fingers from you. What is - “I don’t wanna rush anything, but I need to -” His chest was nearly heaving as he stood over you, eyes locked on your face. “Need you to let me -” He fisted himself with the hand he’d been using on you and your eyes were drawn to the movement - his slick fingers lubricating every inch of himself as he waited. “Christ, Agent, I’ve never -” 

Deciding to put him out of his misery, you reached down, lifting your hips and pulling the last remaining piece of clothing you wore off, letting the material fall to the ground next to the bed. “I’m right here. Waiting, Jack.” You’d never spoken to anyone so boldly before in the bedroom, and your words surprised you a little. Your previous sex life hadn’t been bad, but it had been lacking something, especially after you’d realized you had feelings for Jack. Maybe this is what I was waiting for the whole time. The thought crossed your mind as he let go and then pulled off his underwear, baring his entire body to you for the first time, but you didn’t have too long to think about it as he stepped closer again, urging your legs further apart and stepping between them, his hands running up your thighs. 

He only looked away when he reached for a pillow, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The man met your eyes again as he nodded with his chin, urging you to lift your lower half enough so that he could slide it beneath you, elevating your hips a few inches. “Keep your feet on the floor.” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “If you can.” Who do you think you are? You - The thought was interrupted by the press of him against your entrance, the man once again wrapped in his own fingers as he bent over to find the right angle. 

Your feet were barely on the floor as it was - but when he pushed into you, pausing after the first initial thrust, you knew immediately that it wasn’t going to last. Not if I want him to go harder, not if - Jack moved again, his eyes on your face, but you realized that you wanted to see, and so you raised onto your elbows, staring down at the place where your bodies were joined to watch him disappear into you. Fuck. Fuck, it… he… You heard him groan, and when you glanced up, saw that his eyes were screwed shut, mouth hanging open. “Fucking finally.” Sighing as you collapsed onto your back again, your head lolled to the side as he began to move, hands gripping the meaty part of your thighs as he picked up the pace. 

Your feet lasted all of 30 seconds in his requested position, but it wasn’t your doing; instead, Jack urged your lower body off of the bed, straightening up as he did so. Every thrust hit a different spot inside you, and though he was large, it didn’t hurt, the man filling you in a way that you’d only dreamed about previously. Knees bent and pressed against his sides, you watched the expression on his face change - the corner of his lip curling up, his eyes closed but not squeezed shut. He was enjoying himself - and so were you, the feeling of him inside of you better than you’d imagined it to be, somehow more intimate even though you were barely touching each other, your eyes falling shut as he swiveled his hips before pushing all the way in again. But I want to touch him. 

You opened your eyes as you had the thought, watching him for a few more seconds and then reached up, fingers encircling one wrist. “J-Jack.” Though you had to force the word out, it wasn’t quiet, and he slowed down at the sound of it, hands still firmly in place. “I like this, but I …” Go for it. Tell him. “We should switch places.” Taking a deep breath, you watched as his gaze moved from your face to your chest and then back up. “You sit, and I’ll…” Wetting your lips, you pushed back up onto your elbows. “I’ll do the rest.” 

“Yeah?” When you nodded in reply, he withdrew from you with a groan, the sound audible even over your breathing, but Jack stepped back, gesturing with one hand. “Tell me where you want me.” 

Instead of telling him, you showed him, rising from the bed and turning him around so that his back to was to it, your hands on his shoulders urging him into a sitting position. “Knees at the edge, Jack.” Once he was seated, the man placed his hands at your waist, thumbs circling over the front of your hips. You hadn’t thought it through, but with a tilt of your head, you stepped even closer to the man, lifting one knee and then the other to straddle his lap, lowering yourself enough so that you could feel him between your legs. “This gonna work?” 

“This is gonna work just fine.” He whispered the words, leaning in so that he could take your earlobe between his teeth. You rocked your hips into him, humming at the feeling of him twitching against the inside of your thigh, and then you reached between the two of you, rising back onto your knees as you held him in position. 

When you lowered yourself onto him that time, you moaned, the angle allowing him a deeper reach, your control over the way you moved changing the way it felt. Rotating your hips counterclockwise, you watched his expression, trying to figure out exactly what he wanted, but Jack only stared at you with heavy-lidded eyes, arms wound around your lower back. He’s waiting for me to move. And so you moved, rising and sinking down onto him slowly at first and then increasing your speed as you got more comfortable. He met your movements with slight thrusts of his hips, but the man didn’t stop there, ducking his head down to kiss along the column of your throat and then the upper part of your chest. 

You kept one arm around his shoulders, hand pressed to the center of his back, and the other was tangled in his hair, your chin grazing the crown of his head. Time passed and you realized that your movements had slowed considerably - instead of raising and lowering your body, you were almost grinding against him, slowly moving your hips back and forth. But Jack didn’t seem to mind, the man still holding you close, though it was your lips pressed against his skin instead of the other way around, your mouth on his neck as he spoke quietly into your ear. “You feel goddamn incredible.” He groaned, fingers flexing against your back. “Could do this all night with you.” 

It was tempting - but you wanted more, wanted to know what he was capable of, what it felt like when he came inside you - wanted him to know how good he made you feel, and so you raised your head, blinking slowly as you met his eyes. “Make me come, Jack.” Though you spoke quietly, your tone was urgent, the need overwhelming you almost all at once. “I need to-” 

He shifted beneath you immediately, widening the spread of his legs and jerking his hips forward, the motion surprising you. Yes. Like that, like… You moved faster, too, your slow gyrations turning back into quicker thrusts, and then he removed a hand from your back, snaking it between your bodies. The moment he touched you, you cried out, the sound of his name loud in the quiet room, teeth digging into your lip as your head tilted backward. He knows what he’s doing, I’m not going to… His fingers rubbing in tight circles against you, you heard Jack say your name, your motion halting briefly while you focused on him. What do you … what… “I wanna feel you fall apart.” 

Exhaling, you mouthed his name silently, breaths quickening as you both continued to move.  Despite the fact that you tried your hardest, you couldn’t keep your eyes on him for longer than a few seconds, your head falling back against his shoulder as he urged you closer to the edge. You didn’t know who was leading who because your bodies were in sync with each other, but when Jack grunted softly into your ear, you held on tighter, his hand against your back pushing, too. 

Your orgasm snuck up on you with one final drag of his fingers against you, the pads of them pressing against the tender bundle of nerves just above where he was sliding into you. It took you by surprise, your mouth opening and then closing, teeth latching onto his shoulder as you came. Oh, my God. heart pounding in your chest, you focused as much as you could - muscles still contracting, the sensation almost dizzying in its intensity. But you were shocked to feel the muscles in Jack’s thighs tense, too, his movements picking up in speed to compensate for your decrease. Can he finish like this? Is there enough - 

With a gasp, you released his skin, but before you could lift your head, the hand that had been between your bodies was pressed against the back of your head, urging you to keep it down. Oh, he liked that. Body still buzzing from your climax, you bit at his shoulder again, the man grunting in response. Keeping your body flush against his, he scooted closer to the edge of the bed to give himself more leverage and then leaned back, pulling you down with him. 

You were still on your knees, but you widened the spread of them once he was on his back, Jack’s hips moving faster as he found a new rhythm, your mouth still working over the skin of his shoulder and chest. He let go of your head and moved both hands to your curves, guiding you along with his movements. Like you just had, he came with little warning, your only clue the way he sucked in a breath and then let it out, hips stuttering before he emptied himself into you with a series of quick, shallow thrusts. Jack’s grip on you loosened, though he didn’t let go, fingers digging in to keep you close. 

He stopped moving, the man’s body relaxing beneath yours, and you let yourself go limp, too, cheek pressed to his chest. Instead of urging you to climb off of him, Jack wrapped his arms around you again, urging you to stay where you were. When you opened your eyes, you realized that your mouth was just to the side of the scar on his chest. The one he got because of me. Before you lifted your head, you turned it further, lips finding the mark and lingering there. It shouldn’t have come to this. It shouldn’t have taken this long. 

He stroked one hand down your back, the movement almost lazy, and when you finally did sit up, carefully shifting off of him, you quickly stood, glancing down and then back up after assessing the state of your thighs. “Need to clean up, Jack. We made a mess and -” He nodded once, and even in the shadowy light, you saw a few marks on his skin - evidence of your teeth. Oops. “I’ll be right back.” 

Crossing the room, you closed the bathroom door behind you and turned the water on before flipping the light switch, eyeing yourself in the mirror. You didn’t look any different, but you felt like something had changed. Your feelings were no longer conflicted or hidden, and Jack felt the same. He loves me. He… we just … it… Unable to process a complete thought, you did what you needed to do, washing your hands before re-entering the bedroom, Jack sitting on the edge of the bed again with his shirt over his lap. “You good?” He wet his lips as he turned his attention to you. “My turn?” “Yep.” Suddenly self conscious about the fact that you were entirely naked in front of him, you turned to the side, gesturing toward the door. “ All yours, I’ll -” 

“You don’t needta get dressed.” He spoke as he stood, letting the shirt fall to the floor. “Unless you want to, and there’s some -” He stopped in front of you, reaching over and settling his hand on your hip, your name little more than a whisper as he spoke it. “You gonna stay?” What? Why wouldn’t I? There wasn’t hesitation in his eyes, but you saw uncertainty. Is it because he asked me to stay? Or because he thinks I’ll still leave? 

“Bed’s pretty big, Jack.” You gestured with your chin. “Wouldn’t want you to have to sleep in it alone.” The smile you got at that was radiant, the expression lighting up the man’s face. “I’ll be there when you come back out.” Kissing your cheek before he continued into the bathroom, Jack’s hand only left your body when it had to, the door closing softly behind him. 

After a quick assessment - choosing the side of the bed that the alarm clock wasn’t on, you crawled between the blanket and sheets, stretching out and closing your eyes as you yawned. It’s been a long fucking day. It had been - for both of you - and even though you wanted to stay awake, enjoying Jack’s company for as long as possible, you knew that it was unlikely. Very unlikely, you admitted as you covered your mouth to stifle another yawn. And if I’m tired, he has to be exhausted. 

When the door opened a few minutes later, you forced your eyes open to watch Jack cross the room, the confident swing of his hips no less prevalent than it usually was. But he faltered when he saw you, his eyes going wide, the fingers on his left hand curling into a loose fist. What’s that about? Recovering quickly, the man turned the lights off and then climbed into bed with you, immediately turning onto his side and crossing an arm over your body, pulling you as close as he could. “D’you know how long I’ve wanted to see you in my bed?” He spoke with his lips against your cheek, the man’s stubble rasping over your skin. “Been a real long time.” 

“Yeah?” He nodded, and even though you couldn’t see him well in the dark, you knew that he was smiling - as were you. “I like it here, Jack. And I’m sorry it couldn’t have been this way sooner.” He kissed you then, the press of his lips against yours soft. 

“It’s this way now.” 

—

[mudhorn-djarin19]

Agent Whiskey - NSFW Alphabet

Figured why not share my own fics on here too haha. This here is my NSFW Alphabet for Agent Whiskey from Kingsman : The Golden Circle Rating: Mature/Explicity Warnings: smut, sex, piv sex, bondage (rope), dom/sub, praise kink, and oral sex Written with a x f!reader perspective Masterlist AO3 link. Join my taglist via here! My fics will be uploaded to AO3 first but I will try to remember to upload them here as well!

______ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Jack is super caring afterwards. He makes sure to get you both cleaned up if any mess, makes sure you’re not injured in any way after usage of any toys and is super snuggly. He cuddles you in his arms and covers you in kisses, telling you how much he adores you until you both fall asleep. B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Jack’s favorite body part of himself is obviously his cock. I mean have you seen the man? He radiates big dick and cocky energy lmao. To him it’s his greatest asset. He knows how to use it and is proud of that. His favorite body part of yours is your ass. He loves to grab handfuls of it when your having sex or cuddling, and he loves to give it a little smack or pinch when in passing. He likes the plumpness of it. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum) He produces a lot of it :x His favorite places to release it are inside you and on your stomach. He’ll clean up the mess afterwards but loves to see you glistening with it. Like he's marked you as his. D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs) He’ll never tell you but… he secretly loves teasing you and doing dirty things with you in public. He’s only done it once (you were so embarrassed after words and got onto him) but it makes him smile and chuckle seeing you get all riled up and trying to hide it. He doesn’t care if anyone sees or finds out, he’ll find a way to get rid of them or shut up. It’s just all part of his love for teasing you. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Jack is up there in age so he’s got a lot of experience under his belt. He knows all the right places to touch. He’s had many endeavours plus he was married for a while. In short, he definitely knows his way around. F = Favorite Position Save a horse, ride a cowboy ya know. Jack loves it when you ride him. He likes to watch you bounce up and down on his dick, being able to look you in the eyes. Mostly forward but doesn’t mind reverse either. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Jack can be goofy very often. He loves to goof around with you and make you laugh. He’s a goofy flirt too. However, when in the moment he pushes that aside for the most part and becomes very serious and romantic. Rarely is he goofy when in the moment. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) He keeps it well groomed. Always trimmed short of shaven down as best as can. Only times it’s out of control somewhat is when he’s gotten back from a long mission where he had not time to worry about such a thing. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Jack is super romantic. He loves to give you tender kisses, caress your skin, and whisper sweet nothings to you. He loves to praise you. He can get rough when in the moment at times if feeling it, still putting the romance behind it however. J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon) He’s away on missions a lot so when away from you and craving you he’s got to find a way of release. He often times will get off in his office behind his desk as well if in the mood. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 1. Jack likes to use rope. It comes from his lasso usage at work. He just finds it fun to tie you up, seeing you wriggle as he teases you and him being able to take charge. 2. He likes to be praised back .L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) He has no preference where you do it. Anywhere and anytime. The bed, the sofa, his office… M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) His motivation is literally just your being. You and everything having to do with you motivates and gets him going. That’s how in love with you he is. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Jack might like to get rough at times but he would never go too far as to cause you to cry or leave a mark on you. He doesn’t want to cause you straight up pain. Only pleasure pain. He also refuses to share you. You are for him and him only. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Jack loves to give you oral. He likes to taste you and loves that he can make you cum with just his mouth so easily. He also loves when you go down on him. He loves to watch you fuck himwith your mouth, something about it he finds so beautiful. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Jack likes a mixture. Starting out slow and sensual and working his way up to rough and fast. Sometimes though he’ll go slow and sensual the entire time, and other times fast and rough. Depends on the mood. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) If an urge passes through him and he can get away with doing a quickie he is down for it. He prefers proper sex but he’ll take what he can at times. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Jack is always down to experiment and bring new things to the table but he doesn’t want to do anything that you don’t want to. He’ll take risks only so far. Again, he doesn’t want to cause you actual pain, only pleasure pain. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) While he is up there in age that doesn’t stop him. He still can go like he used to years ago. He can last a few rounds. His stamina is up thanks to his field of work. Takes a lot to wear him out. He'll keep going as long as he can and you're willing. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Only “toys” he owns is rope. As stated he likes to use it to tie you up. He isn't opposed to trying others though if you are. Whether it be on you or on himself. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Jack loves to tease you and get you riled up. He’s a flirt what do you expect. He loves to torment you and get you all excited, leaving you on the edge to beg for him until he finally gives in. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s got a mouth on him, we all know that. He likes to talk a lot in the bedroom by giving you praises. Now for his moans he is all over the board. He has no control over them for they fluctuate depending on how turned on he is and how much he likes something. W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice) Jack is a dominant person in the bedroom. He likes to be the one to take charge and be in control but he isn’t afraid to let you have some control too on occasions. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) He’s packin’. I mean … big dick energy. We been knew. At least 8 inches in length and thick. No wonder it’s his favorite asset. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) He’s got a high drive. Jack is rearing and ready to go pretty much whenever. He’s a horny motherfucker. Just the slightest tease from you can get him riled up and hard in a matter of minutes. Z =  ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) He falls asleep fairly quickly, age and all causes that but not until after a good cuddle session.

[jawabear]

Agent “Jack Daniels” Whiskey NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: Here is my NSFW Alphabet for the Yee Haw daddy himself, Agent Whiskey. The character of his that made me fall in love with Pedro. As with the others, these are just my personal views of his character so the may differ to yours, so please be respectful of mine and others views of characters :) Sorry for any mistakes.  

Genre: Smut

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of sex, nothing too much, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: An A-Z of Agent Whiskey’s bedroom antics

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s soft after sex. He’ll always hold you in his arms, comfort you, take care of you. Jack is just an all round sweetheart and would do anything for you. He’ll shower you with kisses until you fall asleep, or you tell him you have to get up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Whiskey loved everything about your body. But especially your hips. He loves when you sways them to tease him, he loved to hold them while he takes you from behind or holding them as he pulls you down on to his dick. He loved to hold them while pressing kisses to you. He loves your hips.

On him, he likes his arms. He likes when he can fully wrap them around you to hug you. He likes when you grabs them when he’s fucking you. The way you grip hold of his biceps...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes to finish inside you or onto your body. He loves to see you covered in him and he loves to watch his come slip out of you. There’s something about seeing your chest covered in his come that is almost endearing to him, the fact that you feel comfortable enough with him to allow him to paint your precious body with his mess just makes him feel lucky.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You were a fresh agent when you first met. He wanted you from the first day he saw you. One day he caught you in the training room of Statesmen, seeing you punch he he’ll out of a punching bag got him worked up. Seeing you in those tight leggings that perfectly outlines your ass, your white tank top, and seeing the sweat drip down your cheek and down to your neck. He loved the way you moved. Wondered what kind of moves you would use on him, wondered if he could make you sweat like that.

And he couldn’t help but get off by watching you. Giving him one of the best orgasms of his life. He was so incredibly turned on by watching and listening to you.

But because it was before you both established your relationship, he didn’t feel right in telling you. But he knew he probably should...

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jack knows how to touch a woman. That’s for damn sure. He knows exactly how to make you scream and moan. He’s very experienced, it’s more the relationship side that he’s a little new to. Since his past lover he hadn’t allowed himself feelings but you are definitely an exception.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loved when you rides him. He loves when you takes control. Seeing you come undone on top of him makes him crazy. He feels quite proud that you are able to feel so good from him. And who wouldn’t want to ride a real cowboy?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jack can be a little goofy during sex. He loves to make you laugh. He thinks your laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds on earth. But most of the time, sex is a time for passion and seriousness. He loves to watch you under him or above him, he loves to whisper sweet words to you about how much he loves you and how good you feel.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty tidy down there. Neatly trimmed and clean.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jack is pretty romantic in the moment. It will usually be him that makes the first move and he will be slow and loving to entice you into bed. His hands slowly roaming your body and pressing kisses to your neck and touching all the spots he knows drives you crazy.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jack doesn’t mind the occasional jack off. But he much prefers to have you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sub/Dom. Both ways. As mentioned before, he loves when you take control, and when you take care of him. He loves how strong you are and he loves when you use that strength on him, choking him for example makes him wild. But on the other hand, he loves to have you at his mercy, begging him to let you come. Jack is a switch.

He is the yee haw daddy so I guess I should mention his daddy kink.

Maybe whips too, but like, not using it on you as such, tying you up with it. He loves when you are tied to the bed, he loves to see you tug against your restraints as he teasingly tortures your body.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed is his favourite. He can do so much with you in the bed. And it’s comfortable.

But he loves to take you in the shower. He loves to fuck you against walls, especially in the shower. Seeing your body wet and soapy is a huge turn on of Jack. He loves to pin your wrists against the wall as he fucks up into you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty much anything you do. But is especially fond of when you wear a nice pair of lingerie. He likes when you get all “dolled” up for him as he likes to put it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Jack would not be up for any kind of activity where he is to share you with someone else. So no threesomes. And he does not want to hurt you. The idea of leaving a permanent mark in your body is horrible to him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jack loves to watch you go down on him. Your mouth is amazing. He looses track of everything when you have him in his mouth, he’s useless in this situation. So it’s fun for you to tease him, he’ll do anything when you have him like that. He is literally you’re slave at that point.

But he won’t say no to getting between your legs. He practically makes out with you down there. Making you feel all kinds of pleasure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Jack definitely prefers to take it slow. Rolling his hips into you. Making you gasp and whimper for more. But he can go fast. It all depends on you. He likes to let you set the tone for the bedroom. But he definitely prefers to go nice and slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind them. If you do something to rile him up while at work he’ll take you quickly over his desk or in the training room, but he doesn’t favour them, he likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jack is willing to take a risk if you are. He’s happy to experiment with what you want to do.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jack could go a few rounds. He’s not as young as he would like to be, but usually he fucks you so good, you only need to go one round. Unless he’s especially turned on and then he will go for more, faster and rougher rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any personally. But when you brought to light the pleasure of using a vibrator, he was immediately sold...sometimes he uses it when he’s alone. After one use, he is slightly addicted to the sensation...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jack LOVES to tease. Like I said, he loves to have to tied up as he teasingly tortures your body. His hands will glide lightly over your skin, he will place light kisses to your body, making you squirm and beg him for release.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jack never shuts up really. He is always whispering praise to you. He’ll always tease you with his words to make you whimper for him. He grunts and groans but those are usually pretty quiet, he wants to hear you more then himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I think Jack would be a very passionate and sweet lover. Like I said, he likes to let you set the tone for the bedroom, and I think that could mainly be because he doesn’t want to do anything to make you run away. So by letting you start you off in the bedroom, it puts his mind a little at ease.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Jack is big. And he knows it. He loves to watch as he slips his big dick into your tight hole. He loves to watch your face as he stretches you out. He’s long and he’s thick and you love it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high. Not insanely but it’s high enough that he could take you at any point.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Jack’s job really takes it out of him so he’s pretty quick to fall asleep after sex but not before he’s made sure that you are okay.

Masterlist

29/05/20

[cxrinav]

( cis female & she/her & 24) — Is that Madelyn Cline ? No , that’s Corina Villarreal . They have been living in Kildare for twenty-four years and consider themselves to be a Kook . While they can be considered Deceptive , you know they’re in a good mood when they’re blasting Toxic by Ashnikko . Stay safe . There’s a storm coming . ( ooc info : vee , 21 , she/her , gmt+2 )

b a s i c s : 

.    FULL NAME: Corina Dominique Villarreal 

.    DOB: 29.12.1997

.    ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn 

.    SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual , heteroromantic 

.    ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil 

.    VISUALS & PLAYLIST (tbd.)

b a c k g r o u n d : 

TW: FAMILY DEATH ; FRAUD 

also this is very long because i tend to ramble a lot , so if you don’t feel like reading the whole thing i’ve included a little summary after the background section

born on the side of the island where you need two jobs to barely make it through the month , corina had a humble start . mommy had a small sandwich shop that could barely cover the bills , while dad worked as a fisherman . love for water was inheritable , as only at the tender age of six corina could confidently ride a boat . mommy , as c romantically would always say , was a mermaid -- always in the water and in love with the sealife . they didn’t have much , but it was enough for them to be happy . 

it’s 2007 , and mommy grows sicker by the second . she no longer enjoys the water so much and has a hard time appearing in the shop . dad is worried , because the fisherman money can barely cover mom’s medical bills and is pulling on threads to make the month . in the meantime , corina watches 50 first dates for the hundredth time in the living room , wondering if she hurts her head as bad , maybe the knight in shining armour will appear and shield her from the pain she so masterfully hides when around the men in the charming little trailer they called home . 

months roll by and the nights get warmer . she remembers the day like it was yesterday , when mommy finally rested forever . it was a quiet day in the house . in fact , it was weeks . no one spoke , no one dared to look the other in the eye . the boar near the dock was forgotten and her brothers barely even spoke to her . “ is it because i look so much like her ? “ she asked one day to which her dad preferred not to answer , enjoying the company of the whiskey bottle better than the constant reminder of her wife’s presence rambling next to him . 

the phone rang one day , aunt violet from paris . offering a helping hand , the woman begs daddy to let corina go to her for a few months , she needed a female presence in her life now that she lost the only one she had . he couldn’t afford the plane tickets , but luckily aunt violet was loaded , making corina wonder on the plane why exactly she never called and helped all those years . 

she had only heard stories of aunt violet’s wealth , all until she stepped foot in the lavish apartment in paris . it turns out , aunt violet was a very successful talent hunter , able to make a star out of anyone that had potential . and potential she saw , in corina’s smile , eyes and hair . 

it only took a month for corina to start appearing in fashion magazines . at the age of 11 , she had already made a name for herself . as her legal guardian , daddy was charged with the title of the girl’s  agent . the job , at first , he hated . but once the checks started piling in , he started cashing them out . her brothers were sent out to college , and as for corina and her father , at the age of 12 she was introduced to their new , bigger and better house on the other part of the island -- where you don’t need two jobs to survive but have two boats to ride . 

getting used to the new situation was uncomfortable and painful . she could no longer attend the same school with her friends , instead ‘ kook high ‘ is where she was enrolled as it was where her father believed she belonged to . the humble fisherman turned to a successful agent , all thanks to corina’s success . seeing the stardom the little girl was catapulted in , other new and aspiring models wanted to be represented by the grand and glorious benjamin villarreal . his pogue roots he hid well , making sure corina acted up to par too . they were no longer pogues , with his wife he made sure to bury their poverty too .

worked into a burnout , only thing the now sixteen year old corina wanted was to just hang out with her friends on the other side of the island . her sweet-sixteen birthday was coming up and all she wanted was to celebrate it with the people closest to her . her father , however , had other plans in mind . 

instead of her sweet-sixteen birthday , corina attended her father’s wedding . a day to remember . her breaking point . not only had he forcibly cut her ties with her friends , erased their whole life but he had now replaced the only woman in her life she had ever looked up to . this was war . 

he wanted a kook princess and a kook princess he got . drying out her account was easy -- buying cars , boats and clothes was somewhat of a pleasure , despite her being used to sneakers better than the high heels she purchased daily . getting under her father’s skin , however , was harder . no matter how much she spent , his account would triple and she’d still catch the next flight to wherever they needed her . she did .. until she stopped . 

at the age of twenty , she announces her retirement from the modelling scene , saying she’s had enough and would love to pay more attention to her academics now . daddy did not take it well , despite representing numerous successful faces , the biggest checks would be provided by corina . she returned home that day , only to be welcomed by her father . unbothered , happy , celebrating with his wife and her baby bump . the previously cheerful and bubbly corina would now look at the world with suspicion in her chocolate eyes . everyone was out to get her , in her head , to use her and her family was no different . her brothers would only call if they wanted to meet someone from corina’s popular circle . her father would only smile if he wanted to send her off to hollywood to do a commercial for a brand she despised . so , when she stared at the two with scepticism , she had the full right to do so . 

you see , the once humble fisherman now did not represent even a drop of his usual golden-hearted self . a greedy , miserable man living a polished , sparkling light . so when he clinked his glass of champagne with corina and announced she will no longer have access to her trust-fund until the age of 25 and atop of that will continue working , the smile off her face vanishes . she had a fill a mold , so she can have access to the money she worked for all those years . this was war and she was no longer winning . 

      S U M M A R Y : she was born on the pogue side of the isle , until the age of twelve , when her modeling career sky-rockets and they move out to the kook side . her mother dies when corina is 10 years old and her father turns from a humble fisherman to a successful talent-agent . 

p e r s o n a l i t y : 

corina grew up a very funny , bubbly and lovable little girl . she would always hang around water , make her own puka shell necklaces and would always braid the hair of the neighbouring little kids . after her mother’s death , she became even more loving . making sure to provide love to everyone that needed it , since she barely felt it herself . always giving and always smiling . 

after her career catapulted and her father forced her outside of her comfort zone , the girl became cautious and suspicious . she’d ever talk with people closest to her , would never break a smile to a stranger like she once would . and when her father finally buried everything of their previous lives , an otherwise foreign for her viciousness appears . would stumble upon everyone and everything to get her way and make sure she had secured herself . would rarely offer a helping hand if she doesn’t gain something herself and would never trust someone unconditionally . a lone-wolf , surrounded by hundreds of people . many think she’s their friend , while her heart only longs for the people she forcibly lost . has a few true friends on the kook side of the island , but is suspicious of these people too since she believes everyone is out to use and abuse her . no one is a friend , in her mind , she lives along foes . 

would be her true self when alone . still makes puka shell necklaces on the family’s yacht where no one would see her . breaks a joke or two and would ever laugh wholeheartedly when drunk . attends every event and has tried every intoxicating substance that would help her forget how lonely she really feels .

[flippingeggsy]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

* = smut

imagines

eggsy unwin:

drunk

having My Baby

that was hot

don’t leave me 

not good enough

bickering

finally happy

cheated

hate is a strong word

you’re jealous*

bad girl

never let go

reunited

christmas

anything

tease*

don’t leave

punishment*

totally not jealous

my shirt

just a mistake

drunk

a chance

that dress

wrong

friends

gunshot

merlin/hamish:

thank you Harry

hands

goodbye

take me home

i did what?

don’t walk away

my fault

interruptions

alive

just a ghost now

hypothermia

tough day

my wife

mine*

valentines day*

harry hart:

17 years

relax

i missed you

never loved

you’re bleeding.

happiness

safe

charlie hesketh:

underestimated 

interrupted 

i can’t take you anymore

finally

i’ll be waiting

waited

rare

so drunk

whiskey/jack:

that’s my girl

thankful

dance

don’t get any ideas

never realised

worth it

safe

tequila:

just tell her

lancelot/james spencer:

meeting

headcanons

charlie hesketh:

charlie being in love with you

whiskey/jack:

sleeping with whiskey for the first time*

being whiskey’s daughter/son and dating tequila

first date 

harry hart:

being Harry’s teenage daughter and having a crush on Merlin/Eggsy

being Harry’s daughter and being in a bad crowd but Harry helps you

dating Harry and being on the autistic spectrum

harry being hurt and you’re a nurse

being pregnant

pretend married couple

scared to sleep

eggsy unwin:

eggsy in bed*

dating Eggsy but charlie likes you aswell

hurting yourself

sleeping with Eggsy

secretly dating Eggsy

being Curvy and dating Eggsy

being friends with benefits*

first date 

after Eggsy has a fight with Dean

kisses

being deaf

sleeping with Eggsy for the first time*

merlin/hamish:

merlin and a younger s/o

being a techie and admitting your feelings to merlin

being merlin’s childhood sweetheart

first kiss

being away from the kids with Merlin*

trying to get Merlin into bed

having a stutter

feeling insecure

merlin finding out you’re not eating properly

having anxiety

trying to seduce Merlin

being on your period

tequila: 

tequila in bed*

tequila having a baby girl

meeting Tequila’s mother

being a bigger agent and dating Tequila

tequila and yours wedding day

dating Tequila

[hellahartwin]

@your-eggcellency replied to your post:

yes but why is our Eggsy smiling with murder eyes

I HAVE BEEN ASKING MYSELF THE SAME THING

Cause them are totally Eggsy’s murder eyes. I will be shocked if they aren’t. One theory that I had was like...what if the epic eyeroll scene is taking place after Eggsy and Merlin find out that Harry is in there and Tequila or whoever else is trying to explain it all away. 

Basically that would equate to this moment where Eggsy and Merlin are just Not Having It. 

Statemen Agent: The reason we didn’t contact you about him is blah blah protocol blah blah whiskey bottles blah--

Merlin: *sarcastically* Oh of course of course. You’re all fucking pricks. 

Eggsy: D E A T H   I S   C O M I N G   F O R   Y O U

[pryceswhiskeyseeingeye]

warming

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