#bottom whiskey

[ezispunk]

Naughty Boy.

Paring: Agent Whiskey x m!reader

Warnings: smut, bottom!Whiskey & top!Reader, (slightly) rough sex

Notes: sorry for the long wait but i got some smut for you thirsty freaks. sorry for making it so short though</3

You had just gotten home from work, when you heard moaning coming from your bedroom that you shared with your boyfriend, Jack Daniels aka Agent Whiskey. You and Whiskey have been dating for a while now and you guys obviously had some intimate times together, usually having you as the top and Whiskey as the bottom.

You being curious on what he was doing, you follow the moans coming from that beautiful mouth of his. Once you reached where the moans were coming from, you saw from the slightly open door, an amazing sight of Whiskey stroking himself with a finger inside of his hole while on his knees, face against the bed, having his cowboy hat on. You felt yourself harden in your pants while watching Jack go down on himself.

You pushed open the door that led into the room, walking to the edge of the bed where Jack was. He didn’t even hear you come into the room since he was too busy pleasuring himself. “O-oh fuck, y/n~” Jack moaned, still not knowing you were right behind him, enjoying the view of his hole being stretched out by his fingers. You lean over his frame and whispered in his ear, slightly scaring him, “Oh look what we have here~ Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself, darlin’~?” Jack nodded then pulled his fingers out of his hole.

You smack his ass in a harsh manner, basically telling him that you are going to complete ruin him. You begin to take off your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room, not caring where it went. You then begin to take off your pants along with your boxers, letting your cock spring out, hitting your stomach. Jack looked over his shoulder, wondering what you were doing, but once he saw your cock hit your stomach as you took off your boxers, he whined.

You chuckled while hearing this since you found it pathetic that he was whining for you. Jack knew exactly what was going to happen and he couldn’t wait. You leaned down to his frame once again and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to ruin you since you decided to be a naughty boy and pleasure yourself without me here~” Whiskey whined at your words and then spoke, “I’m sorry, sir..I just c-couldn’t wait..~” He said as he still a whining mess even though you haven’t even touch him that much yet.

You then chuckle at his apology while bringing your cock to his hole, teasing him first before entering his hole. You groaned at the tightness of how tight he was. Jack moaned as he felt you inside him, cleching around your length, making you groan. You begin to fasten your pace, immediately hitting his prostate. Whiskey was moaning from the pleasure you were giving him, making him go slightly lightheaded since you kept hitting his prostate over and over again.

You groan as you feel Jack wrap around you. Jack strokes himself to your rhythm and moans loudly, basically screaming. “I’m gonna f-fuckin’ cum, s-sir~!” You smirk as he told you that he was close, “Come on, baby~ Cum for daddy~ You know you want to~” He then came onto his hand and moaned loudly as he did so. You continued to thrust into him, trying to get to your release. Once you found it, you cummed in his hard and slowly pulled out. He whined as he felt himself being empty again. You then flopped on the bed next to him and held him. “I love you, baby boy.” “I love you too, mi amor.” You heard him say as he slowly fell asleep in your arms.

[its-quiet-colter]

Warm Hotel Rooms.

Agent Whiskey x Agent Pisco - Male! Reader

Word count: 3123

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, implied switch!whiskey but he's a bottom here. friends w benefits, anal sex, blowjob, whiskey being a harmless flirt. also implied bisexual!whiskey but nothing is mentioned for the reader.

Notes: this took me WEEKS to finish, omg i low-key hate how it turned out but here we are. i'm hoping this is one of a five part whiskey and pisco series.

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The door of the hotel barges open, hitting the back wall with the force of your combined weight as Whiskey pushes you through the doorway. Your lips are locked together, and you feel the addictive rumble of the other agent groaning into the kiss as he nips at your bottom lip like a man starved. Both of you nearly trip over each other as you toe off the bespoke leather shoes you wore for the mission, courtesy of the Kingsman, and stumble your way to the couch.

Whiskey goes down willingly when you lightly push on his chest, hitting the cushion with a thump. His cowboy hat sits askew on his head and he pants with ragged breath. The rise and fall is soothing underneath your palm, his heartbeat heavy, as you feel the heat through his shirt. A sly grin sits on Whiskey’s face, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation– arousal. 

You’re not so different; with messy hair from where his fingers slid through it, and your top lip red from the brush of his mustache against your own stubble. You can see the visible tent in Whiskey’s slacks as he looks up at you expectantly and you hook your fingers under the loop of his tie and tug it loose. His breath hitches as you straddle him, your leg sliding between his own and he reaches out to grip the lapels of your suit.

“You’re killin’ me here, Pisco.” Whiskey chuckles breathlessly, but you notice the way his hips buck, searching for friction against your thigh. “And I ain’t a man that begs, sugar.”

“Alright, alright.” You grumble half heartedly, too worked up to argue. Pushing off his chest, you sit back enough to take off your tailored blazer and unclasp the holster strapped around your chest, discarding both in the dark hotel room. The clank of the weapon is a little jarring as it hits the coffee table and disturbs the heavy air around you two. “So damn impatient, whining like a proper pillow princess.”

The joke earns you a playful spank over your ass as Whiskey tugs you closer, the feel of his palms squeezing your cheeks, even through the fabric of your slacks is nothing if not addictive. But then again, so is the agent under you. 

Whiskey brings your lips together again, feeling the way his tongue slides against yours as you grind against each other on the couch. The previous playfulness, whilst always present– it always is with a man as cocky and self-assured as Whiskey– is forgotten in the dimly lit hotel room. Instead all that remains is the soft, heated feeling that hangs around you both, the hum of arousal that settles in your gut, and the quiet little grunts and moans that are swallowed by each other.

Your clothes rustle against one another as you roll your hips against Whiskey’s, grinding your erections against one another as you kiss. His hand wraps around your tie, the other sliding through your hair as he cups the back of your head, ensuring you stay close. Barely giving you enough space to breathe. Whiskey has always been a man that takes as much as he gives.

“Fucking hell,” You pant against his lips, your tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. Both of you have been geared for most of the night, ready to pounce on each other the second you arrived back at the rendezvous point at the hotel. “You sure know how to rile a man up, Whiskey.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, low and rumbly with that signature grin of his. “You enjoyed that little stunt I pulled with the scientist?”

With a shake of your head, you look down at Whiskey, all disheveled and flushed underneath you. A lighthearted laugh leaving you. “In a room full of biochemists bidding for pharmaceutical companies to fund their experimental drugs, you somehow still managed to find a way to flirt with the prettiest woman in the room.”

“So you admit she was pretty?” The other agent chuckles, his grin wide. It’s a playful game between the two of you. It’s addictive. Always walking a fine line between how far Whiskey can push– flirting with targets, informants, marks and the like whilst out on the field. How long can he spend riling you up? How long before the two of you wind up in bed together after missions? Or any surface for that matter. Finding fleeting moments between debriefs and stakeouts to expend all that pent up energy. That’s how it’s always been for you two. Something neither of you are willing to address or admit to enjoying far more than partners should.

You roll your eyes at Whiskey’s banter, your hands sliding down to find his belt and pull it from the loops. He moans softly, hips lifting up so you can work his slacks down. Making him shuffle awkwardly in that rare display of the real man underneath the suave Agent Whiskey. The one who likes too many teaspoons of sugar in his coffee, the one who couldn’t loop his tie properly until you taught him in the bathroom outside Champ’s office after your first mission together. The man who bites his top lip, his brow always furrowed slightly whenever he tries to work out of his slacks, just so you two can fuck over whatever surface is avaliable out in the field. The man you know and trust as your best friend, Jack Daniels.

Whatever fancy one-liner Whiskey had ready dies on his tongue as he shuffles down his pants and boxers enough for his cock to spring free and rest up against his abdomen. He hisses slightly as the end of his shirt brushes against the sensitive underside, and you push the offending fabric up enough to kiss your way down his chest. Starting from the middle of his sternum, his skin warm and soft, you leave a trail of kisses down his chest and to his navel. The end of your nose and the scrape of your stubble has him shuddering under you, heat settling in his gut.

Whiskey sucks in a breath, his palm coming to cup the back of your head. “Pisco–” He all but whines your name as you lick a strip up the underside of his cock, your hands holding his waist to keep him still. You feel him twitch against you, his resolve slipping as he tries to rock his hips up and get more of you. Blunt nails scrape the back of your neck, sliding up into your hair and messing it up further in a desperate attempt to keep you close. “Please, sugar.”

You lean up enough to take him into your mouth, tonguing at the slit as you lap at the tip of his cock. Whiskey’s head falls back against the arm of the couch with a hearty moan, his eyes falling shut in bliss as you take all of him down. You can feel the heat of him on your tongue, the taste of his precum, the heady smell of his scent. A potent mix of whiskey, worn leather, and something else which can only be described as Jack himself.

He all but moans as he feels the swipe of your tongue on the underside of his cock, and his fingers tighten in your hair. He can’t help it now, his hips jutting up in little thrusts as you suck hard and hollow out your cheeks. Your own appearance is flushed, hair stuck out in multiple directions and spit trickling down your chin. Not that you mind. Being a mess for Whiskey is as intoxicating and addictive as it is to turn him into one.

———————

The two of you had been wound up all night, the feel of arousal simmering under the surface of your skin as you watched him flirt with pretty scientists and handsome businessmen alike. Whiskey loved the attention, always jumped straight to playful flirting with targets, knowing it riled you up and put him in the centre of attention. It felt good. And Whiskey loved the tease.

Your eyes followed him the whole night at the convention, watching as Whiskey weaved through the crowds, polished and suave with his bespoke suit and his Statesmen glasses on. He was handsome. Whiskey knew it and so did you, neither of you bothered hiding it. The physical attraction to one another–the unspoken arrangement between the two of you. It somehow strengthened your partnership, your trust with the other agent. Each physical touch, a statement to your bond. Your friendship; solid and unbreakable both in and out of the missions.

You watched as Whiskey flirted with her, the scientist. Soft blonde hair, bleached a few shades brighter than her natural tone and dark brown eyes. She tied it back messily, a last minute decision to keep the wispy ends out of her eyes. Pretty, Whiskey had called her. She’s a good ten years younger than the both of you, but her white lab coat, long and unbuttoned– her achievements embroidered into the breast pocket– a signature of her achievement, shows her worth amongst a room full of male colleagues.

Her laugh is full and bright, smiling with her teeth at whatever flirty joke Whiskey made. And you watch as she shuffles on her heels, leaning towards him. The slight flush on her cheeks, the way she runs her fingers along the rim of her medical brochures, ready to hand out to pharmaceutical companies ready to potentially fund her research. Her touch, so subtle only you would catch it. Because you’re looking at him, and he’s looking at her. The slight curve to her jaw, the dimple on her cheek, the pink gloss of her manicured nails.

Whiskey knows you’re watching. It’s a part of the game. He knows you see the way he touches her elbow, his fingers soft on her skin. He knows you see the way he leads her through the expo, like he was meant to be there. You watch as he passes right by you, his eyes meeting yours. The slight curve of his lip and moustache as he grins, giving you a wink before he diverts his attention back to the scientist as pretends to indulge in her conversation about biochemics. That’s when he knows he’s won, done his job in wedging himself under your skin so Whiskey is the only thing you’re thinking about on this mission like every other one you’ve done together. He knows he’ll have it good tonight, laid out underneath his agent Pisco. 

Distracting yourself, you turn and focus on the three men in front of you. Three men in their sixties talking about some research project they all worked on decades ago. A dry, monotonous conversation that drags on like boots on carpet. All the while you pretend like it interests you, laugh and smile with your own charm and lull the men into a false sense of security. It's enough to settle the heat in your belly, enough to stem the simmer of arousal that built up when you had half a mind to drag Whiskey out the back and fuck him against the door of the cubicle. Instead, you watch and listen as you drift in and out of your thoughts. Distracted. 

“Pisco, Whiskey has made it to the data room. Standby. If security is alerted you two might need to get out of there fast.” Ginger’s words are like a bucket of ice, sharp and startling as she speaks through the comms. Her voice in your earpiece, always comforting on missions, brings you back to reality and into the environment. Whiskey is notably missing, presumably out the back hacking the data servers holding all the scientists research and project proposals whilst you’re out here keeping an eye on the exits and making contact with the targets.

Whiskey’s charm, for all that it does to you, makes him one of the best agents Statesmen has. He’s just cheesy enough to fly under the radar. He lays the flirting on thick, playing dumb half the time like he’s drawn to every attractive person he meets, unable to stop himself. Makes himself the loudest one in the room so as to be seen as the innocuous one in the room. Harmless and inoffensive. No one stops to think the himbo cowboy– the one preoccupied with every woman in the room is there to steal highly sensitive intelligence.

It’s something you’ve come to love about the other agent, only because you know the real man underneath is far from it. Jack cares when he wants to, and when he does it’s not done lightly. For those he considers family, Jack will protect them with his life. You’ve seen how he’s run head first into danger, following after you and giving you cover and back up. You’ve seen him half heartedly try to patch you up after you’ve done the same. He remembers the coffee order you like, he always gets you something on your birthday, always lets you fly in the front seat of the Silver Pony.

Jack is your dearest friend. Agent Whiskey is your partner. Neither of you dare to break what trust you two share.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I need a word with my associate.” Whiskey’s voice breaks the conversation, the men watching as he takes your arm and pulls you away towards the entrance.

“You got it?” You ask, watching as he takes out a disk holding the intel you both need. 

“It’s all in here, darlin’.” He says, his hand still holding your arm. Leading you much like he led her. Only this time he’s more hurried, anxious to get out of the expo. It's only a matter of time before security figures out they’ve been hacked.

It’s only about an hour’s drive to make it to the other side of the city, where the rendezvous point is set. Room 802 in some bougie downtown Hotel in Seattle where Statesmen have gadgets stored in the walls and behind the closet doors, a bottle of their finest liquid gold on the nightstand and the perimeter secured. 

Whiskey could barely keep his hands off you in the car as you drove. His palm, rough and calloused as he untucked your shirt, touched the skin above your hip, palming over your erection. Red lights and speed cameras be damned, both of you were ready to be out of the car. The other agent barely able to contain himself once you checked in, his hands scrunched in your lapels as he pushed you through the door of Room 802. Pressed against your front, the two of you kissing with moans shared between you.

———————

“Ngh, fuck. Give it to me, sugar.” Whiskey all but purrs, his amused grin faltering as he feels the stretch of your cock bottoming out. He clenches around you, hands clawing at your back as you hold his leg up to his chest. 

Neither of you move from your place on the couch, muscles tight and tense as Whiskey pants underneath you. Giving him the time his body needs to accommodate you. His skin is slightly coated in sweat, already wound up and ready to come since you spent a good twenty minutes holding him on the brink of an orgasm whilst you lapped at his cock and worked him up to three fingers.

“There you go,” You can’t help but praise, almost cooing as you feel him relax. Whiskey shuffles on the couch slightly, giving you more room to plant your knees and pull back, beginning to thrust into him properly. 

The first brush of your cock against his prostate has him crying out, arched beautifully under you. His cock, untouched and leaking against his stomach twitches with precum beading out of the tip. “Ah..” He whimpers, hands planted on your back as he draws you closer.

“Whiskey,” You moan his name, your hand cradling under his knee as you hold him open, watching the way your cock slides into him with each moan you drag out. His lips, soft and red from where he bit them, are held open as he’s lost in pleasure. Each little noise falling off his tongue as he looks up at you with doe-like eyes.

He begs for it harder, deeper but no less intense. And who are you to deny your partner anything?

Whiskey groans, one hand settling on the couch to steady himself as he fists the pillow, the fabric stretching under strain from his palm. His brow furrows as his prostate is hit again, eyes fluttering shut. He’s so pretty like this, you think. You hold the angle, thrusts steady and deep as you ram that one spot inside of him, your own chest panting with the exertion.

He clenches around you again, the warm feel of him around you causing heat to pool in your stomach. But you hold on, determined to see him come first. Whiskey isn’t far away, his thighs starting to shake under your hands as he takes all that you give him. His toes curl and he cries out, head thrown back slightly.

“Pisco– please sugar.” Whiskey begs, gasping with each thrust of your cock inside him. He wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down on top of him. He likes to come like this, sweaty and flush against you, panting in your ear as he scrambles to hold onto your back. “C-cumming–”

You groan as you feel him spill between your stomachs, warm come adding to the heat that surrounds you both. Whiskey’s moan in your ear is like heaven, his southern accent thicker when he’s riding out his orgasm. Breath hot and panting against the shell of your ear, his hair sweaty and stuck to yours.

It’s only a few more thrusts before your own orgasm crashes into you, pulling out a deep groan as you pull out and add to the mess on his stomach. You pump your cock, once, twice and three times, spilling over Whiskey as he moans underneath you. Still shaking in his residual pleasure.  

You had half a mind to lick him clean and wring another orgasm out of him, but both of you are spent. Reaching over to the coffee table, you pick up the tissue box and wipe the two of you clean whilst Whiskey comes down and regains his breath.

“You know… this place has a pool, Pisco. It’d be a shame to waste Statesmen money…” Whiskey says, his eyebrow raising expectantly with a knowing look.

A soft laugh escapes you, light and satisfied after your orgasm. “We should shower first.” you say with a kiss to his shoulder.

“Alright, sugar.”

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[traningdummy]

Take the Hat and Ride the Horse

Agent Whiskey X Male Reader

Y/n knew Jack from a young age, their parents were friends so automatically they had to be friends. But they weren’t as the two nearly hated each other, Jack had more brawn but Y/n had more brains.

Every time they would meet each other, anything they did would turn into a competition, who could eat the most food, who could finish their schoolwork the fastest, who got the better grade on the final.

Even as they grew up they hated each other they both even joined the Statesmen. Jack was called Agent Whiskey as he hit as hard as a shot of whiskey, and Y/n was called Agent Jäger as his words were as sweet as a jägermeister.

While Whiskey worked out of the field with the other statesmen, Y/n stayed with Ginger Ale to help her with her work. So the two never usually got to interact with each other, besides mission briefs, or when he would randomly stop by to annoy him.

Y/n hated to say it but he missed him, life was a lot more boring without his presence. So he turned to finding new people, men, women, no one was off limits yet none of them were able to ward off his need for Whiskey.

His thoughts were plagued with the cowboy, always wondering what he’s doing, where he is, when would they meet again, it was driving him almost insane.

“Jäger could you get the files from Tequila’s last mission?” Ginger Ale asked but he was busy daydreaming, she sighed and threw a pen at him breaking the trance.

“Yeah?” He asked and she sighed, pointing to the file next to him. He chuckled and gave it to her, and she looked through it before setting it down.

“You say you hate Whiskey, but why do you always have the brightest smile when he’s here?” She asked bluntly, he coughed a little caught off guard by the question.

“What makes you say that Ginger?” He said and she scoffed.

“Well for one, hearing your background it sounded like you and Whiskey were rivals who had sexual tension, you still have that tension whenever he comes over, two you are always thinking about him, and three you’re not very good at hiding your attractions.” She stated and he laughed, shaking his head dismissively.

“I’m not in love with him, it’s just life is boring when he isn’t around, no offense.” He answered and she scoffed.

“None taken, and I didn’t say you love him. So I would assume you do.” She said and he began to sputter incoherently, suddenly the door to their lab opened.

“Well, howdy there.” Whiskey said as he walked into the lab, boots hitting the metal floor as he looked around. “Now Ginger, why is Y/n looking all embarrassed?” He asked and before she could answer Y/n butted in.

“No reason you should know cowboy, now why are you here?” He asked, trying to ignore the heat on his face.

“Well I finally got some time to lay back and relax, so I wanted to see what my favorite scientist and her lab partner were doing.” He said giving Ginger a wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Thanks for the compliment douche.” Y/n muttered and Whiskey laughed, smacking his shoulder and his face became redder. “Excuse me for a minute Ginger.” He said and left the lab, leaving Whiskey and Ginger alone.

“Say what’s up with him, he seems different.” Whiskey asked and she nodded.

“A lot different, but I think it’s because he likes you more than a friend should.” She explained, and he scoffed.

“Yeah right, that handsome man likes me more than a friend, in my dreams.” He said and she nodded.

“Well you’re not dreaming, he does like you. I think you’re just too oblivious to see the signs.” She told him, and he began to recall their recent conversations. Each time they would talk Y/n would zone out easily, caught his eyes staring at his lips, he would even stare at Y/n’s lips.

“Oh.” He muttered to himself, then Y/n walked in seemingly calmer then when he left.

“Sorry, what did I miss?” He asked and saw Whiskey’s face red while Ginger was ignoring him and working on her research.

“Nothing much, just told him about how much you like him so you two can fuck and stop having the worst sexual tension.” She bluntly stated, leaving the two blubbering like idiots as their faces got red.

“If it bothers you so much, why did you say it now Ginger?” Whiskey asked and she shrugged.

“You know what fine, Whiskey would you like to go out on a date?” Y/n asked, the cowboy nodded before he left the building.

“Finally.” Ginger muttered as she continued her work.

•••

It was 9pm whenever Whiskey got to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late which he deemed to be fashionably late. When he walked in he saw Y/n in the best outfit he could think of, well he would look a lot better naked but he hoped he would see it later tonight.

“There you are, huh nice outfit you look like a city man instead of a bull rider.” Y/n remarked and Whiskey scoffed.

“Thanks, you actually look like a handsome man instead of a lab assistant.” He replied and he laughed a little.

As the two ate dinner, it turned from an awkward conversation to something more lively and a lot more flirtatious.

“Did you know if you hold your thumb like this your gag reflex is almost numbed?” Y/n said and showed Whiskey who laughed.

“How do you even know that? Did you suck off a guy and tried it?” He asked and got a shameless nod as he drank his drink.

“Yeah it was very handy to know.” He added before the bill came, the two men had set down their cards onto the table.

“You invited me, so I should pay.” Whiskey said and Y/n scoffed.

“Yeah right, you couldn’t even pay for a bottle of water. I got it.” He argued and the two went back and forth till the waiter took both the cards and left, coming back with the receipt.

“Thank you for dining with us tonight.” He said and left, the two men grabbing their respective cards and walked out.

“So how about you come to my place?” Whiskey offered and Y/n, too tired to care nodded. So the two walked through the streets, Y/n leaning against Whiskey as he held him close.

“You know, I always thought you were cute, I just thought you would leave me if I said anything.” He mumbled and the cowboy laughed.

“Nothing could make me leave you darling.” He whispered, holding him closer as they walked.

•••

When they arrived at Whiskey’s house Y/n was slightly more awake, the cold wind keeping him from sleeping.

“Huh, so it isn’t as country as I thought it would be. A bit more sophisticated than I expected though.” Y/n remarked looking around Whiskey’s apartment, taking off his shoes before he looked around further.

“Be careful when you get to my room, I don’t want your hands touching anything.” Whiskey told the lab assistant as he wandered around, he waited till Y/n was out of sight till he started to do the Whiskey Special.

Soft music, some wine, and most importantly, a shirtless Whiskey. As he waited for Y/n to come out, he decided to lay down.

“What the hell is this?” Y/n asked and the cowboy looked over to see him, nearly laughing at the sight before him.

“What? Come on, don't tell me my Whiskey Special, isn't sexy enough for you?” He asked, giving him his puppy eyes.

“Well, not necessarily.” He said, slowly crawling over to the cowboy. “I’ve heard that if you take the cowboy hat, you get to ride the horse. Is that right?” He asked, taking Whiskey’s cowboy hat and putting it on his head.

“You’re not wrong darling.” He whispered, letting Y/n sit on his lap. The two then leaned in for a kiss, it was filled with hunger and lust. Whiskey took the chance to take off Y/n’s shirt letting his hands roam, the warm skin contrasting the cowboys cold hands which had him shiver.

Then it wasn’t long till the two were naked, Whiskey on top of Y/n kissing all over his neck. “You’re so much prettier than what I had imagined.” He mumbled against his neck, and Y/n laughed a little.

“So you do think of me?” He questioned, only getting a kiss as a response. Then Whiskey reached over to a bottle, popping off the cap and poured the liquid on his fingers.

“Take a deep breath for me.” He whispered and put in two fingers, Y/n gasped and the cowboy did small kisses over his face saying soft reassurances. “Don’t worry, just relax.” He said, pushing in and out of his hole.

As he went he added another finger, he then curled hitting a spot in Y/n. He moaned loudly pre cum leaving his tip, and he began to abuse the spot. Before he would stretch he would hit the spot again, as he loved seeing Y/n’s expression.

“Now darling, you can ride the cowboy.” He whispered and let Y/n flip him over, his face all red and neck littered with hickeys. If anything Whiskey thought he looked amazing.

“Fucking finally.” He muttered and slowly lowered himself, when he bottomed out he took a few breaths. Whiskey held his hands as he waited, when he was ready he began to bounce.

“I told you g-get to ride the c-cowboy darling.” Whiskey told him, and he scoffed as he kept going. Their hands interlocking let them feel more connected with each other, but as Y/n kept going the cowboy thrusted up into him ruining his tempo.

He moaned loudly and stopped bouncing, so Whiskey decided to take control. He slowly took Y/n off of his cock and rolled him onto his back, both of their eyes filled with love and lust.

“Now are you ready for the horse race?” Whiskey asked and Y/n nodded, whimpers leaving his mouth as he inserted himself. The cowboy groaned as he filled up the man under him, the two took deep breaths until he began to thrust.

Y/n then covered his face with Whiskey’s cowboy hat, but it was thrown off to the side. “You can’t keep that face hidden from me, especially with my love marks.” Whiskey said and the two kissed again, it was slower but still heated.

It wasn’t long till Whiskey felt himself getting close, Y/n had already cummed twice already but he held on for the cowboy. “W-Whiskey.” He whimpered and the cowboy kissed his face softly.

“Don’t worry darling, I’m close.” He muttered and with a few more rough and days thrusts he came, he thankfully pulled out and the cum was all over their bodies. The two men were out of breath, Y/n was tired as hell and knew he would have a limp in the morning but it was worth it.

“You want to take a shower?” Whiskey offered and he nodded. The two got up and with Whiskey’s help Y/n made it to the bathroom without falling. As they sat inside the tub they held hands, staying close together.

“Is it too early to say I love you?” Y/n asked and Whiskey laughed before shaking his head.

“No, it’s never too early for us.” He remarked and the two shared a kiss, washing themselves off.

“Fuck what am I gonna tell Ginger.” Y/n asked and his lover shrugged.

“I think she already knows so might as well he blunt with it.” He answered and the other man sighed but nodded, knowing it’s the only way. “Now how about you stop worrying about work and you sleep with me?” Whiskey offered and Y/n nodded.

With his head on the other man’s chest, Y/n fell asleep listening to Whiskey’s heartbeat. He was soon to follow, smiling as he finally got the man of his dreams.

[szlez]

Surgical Jelly

And another one inspired by the epic fic of fics Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits.

Chapter 17: Gut Hasenfeld

With the new chapters my passion for 91w reignited and I plan to make one art to each chapter in the original fic. Hope my love will be strong enough 😜

If you feel like helping a good cause (and read some more 91w) pls donate to Komodobits's charity commission page.

[keanuthot]

The Nature and Spirit of Japan: A Whiskey Docuseries with Keanu Reeves - Episode 1, Water

[odetodilfs]

Don't question my reasons for this.

[thornheated]

Vampire tongue in my mouth

Vampire tongue in my mouth now, please

[calkale]

chat im buying a celebratory alcoholic beverage do i get a mini tequila or mini whiskey??

[moteldogs]

2 free drinks in the hotel bar brother I am slamming cheap whiskey like no tomorrow

[anachronistic-falsehood]

after all this i should probably actually write some origussy

[thedickcavettshow]

if I may offer a word of advise to any person out there who may be as stupid as me - do not walk through a field of stinging nettles barefoot

[negabyrne]

not me considering trying stand up comedy

[hitman-two]

Cpl. Ray Person Smutty HCs

Happy New Year Smutty Motherfuckers! Godfather would be proud disturbed.

▸ Ray acts like a teenage horndog… and is basically a teenage horndog 70% of the time. The rest of the time, he’s respecting you and not being a complete and utter horny teenager 24/7. Take it as a compliment though; he’s horny for you and only you. ▸ Granted, he jokes when he’s overseas. But that’s Ray just thinking he’s being funny. Having taken it upon himself to be the class platoon clown. He won’t ever act upon the stupid shit he says. ▸ Unfortunately the boys know every inch of your curves and assets. Ray’s big mouth just babbling away. Boasting about your body. Not in an objectifying sense… just more so that he’s got this hot girl waiting for him back home and he personally doesn’t think the other men have hot girlfriends compared to you. ▸ However, Ray’s not joking about things when it comes to what he intends to do to his girlfriends pussy. ▸ First thing he wants to do when he gets home is go down on you. Make you moan out his name. It’s also his favourite thing to do. ▸ As much as he’d enjoy it being returned, he also doesn’t expect it. Just for simply falling in love with him, his entire being is dedicated to you and making you feel good. ▸ He’s a kinky lil shit. Will attempt to do it semi-publicly. Walking back from a date? He’d have no problem hiking up your dress and taking you in a darkened corner in the alley, or in a deserted carpark (in the car). Unfortunately military training has taught him that laying on the deserted beach, as romantic as it seems, is not worth it with having the sand grains giving you ass-crack rash. ▸ Don’t ever bend down in the kitchen to retrieve something you’ve dropped or a utensil from the bottom drawer…it’s a literal open invitation for a certain horny little boy. ▸ But he would take you anywhere and everywhere. ▸ He never says ‘no’ to you. He’s always in the mood. You wanna do it? He’ll do it. Hell, it’s even hotter for him when you specify exactly what you want him to do. You know he’s got a shit-eating grin but will happily oblige. ▸ Unfortunately Ray forgets to stop and make love. He’s too caught up in just wanting to fuck you silly every single time. But he saves those love-making intimacy for when it really matters. He worships your body every single time but when it’s softer, more romantic… there’s just something different about it. I’m sure sometimes you’d wish he’d do this more often but at the same time…if he did… it’d lose that special intimacy. ▸ He’s generally loud and does more cussing than moaning. But it’s always your name that falls from his lips. However, in those softer moments… that’s when you’re able to hear those sweet, vulnerable gasps of pure pleasure, lust and wanton. ▸ It’s the same compliment over and over again, but you know he means it with his entire existence. You literally render him speechless that he can't seem to deliver any other words. Repeats it like a mantra. Fucking: “God you’re hot…you’re so fucking hot…” His voice just rough with lust. Love-making: “You’re so beautiful…every inch of you…you’re so fucking beautiful…” His voice much more gentler, dripping with nothing but awe and honesty. Because he only does think you’re the most hottest angel to ever grace this Earth.

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|| Disclaimers: These were written specifically for a friend, but like Brad, felt it was too good not to share on my blog. It's a little less HCs than Brad's one because Ray is my comfort character when I need a laugh. That big bro. So it was kinda hard to envision him in a smutty sense. Hopefully I did him justice! Gotta try because people are requesting smut with him XD I gotta deliver, y'know... You don't have to like these, that's okay! It's just how I perceive him.

[xxwhiskeyxx]

It’s giving…Rain