summary : no plot, straight to the good stuff, just riding whiskeys big ol’ dick into the sunset which we’d all like to do. enjoy!
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the warmth of his large hand on your back and his kisses on your cheek help you to relax and open up as you slide down onto his throbbing length.
“almost there. there you go, atta girl.” he whispers in your ear as you successfully take every thick inch of him inside you.
he’s brushing against your cervix and g spot causing the most deep, intense pleasure you’ve ever felt.
“fuck! daddy! it’s so deep!” you gasp out, choking on breaths as he hits the most exquisite spots inside you, just from you moving around slowly in his lap.
“yeah? you feelin’ good?” he says in the most mocking tone which makes you clench around him. you can’t even form the words to answer him. “yeah you’re feelin’ good. i can fuckin’ feel it.”
he starts to fuck into you ever so slowly, softly grunting with each thrust. your eyes roll back involuntarily and the whiniest whimper escapes your lips. he hears this and grabs your hair from the crown of your head so you’re face to face with him, the other hand gently wrapping around your throat.
“keep those fuckin’ eyes on me. keep lookin’ at daddy while he pounds this fuckin’ cunt.” his words cause a sharp cry to leave you, followed by another gasp. you can’t help but let your head drop to his chest and he pulls you right back up. “i fuckin’ told you to look at me. don’t you dare take those eyes off me, i wanna see your face when i make this little pussy cream on my fuckin’ dick.”
“fuckkk daddy it feels so good!” you cry out.
“ohhh fuck daddy.” he fucking mocks you, the smug prick. he knows just what he does to you. you start to clench around him uncontrollably and he knows you’re close.
“i can feel that pussy creamin’ around my cock. you’re just about ready to cum, aren’t ya?” he whispers. all you can do is nod as he continues his assault on your poor pussy. “don’t you fuckin’ dare just yet. you be a good girl and wait for daddy. huh? you gonna be my good girl?”
“yes! yes! daddy i’ll be your good girl!” you’re fucking sobbing and he’s not letting you cum and it’s all getting to be too much and finally he spurs you on.
“come on, honey, i know you’re ready. cum on daddy’s big cock. do it. now. i wanna feel it.” he’s growling in your fucking ear.
your coil snaps so suddenly and you find yourself whimpering out for him. “fuck daddy i’m cumming! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you repeat over and over and he chuckles darkly before his balls tighten and he spills inside you with a choked groan.
“mmm fuck yes daddy gimme your cum! i can feel it! it’s so warm in my pussy!” you’re still coming down from your high and you just fall into his lap, completely spent from how hard you’ve cum.
i think we can all agree jack definitely cums a LOT so his huge load is dripping out of your hole already. “oh would you look at that. look down at it, honey. you see that? you see daddy’s cum leaking outta you?”
it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. you feel your ego stroked knowing you made him cum that much.
I was shown this amazing art that @djarinart did, and it inspired me to write little Headcannons about each one.
Thank you to @pppr0nhub for sending it to me and also for discussing theories about each character!
Please note: nothing sexually explicit in these but it is implied.
FRANKIE MORALES: The boys got him the shirt as a gag gift, though he’ll never let on to them how much it makes him laugh to himself. It was an actual t-shirt, but he was doing some work on his truck and his arms needed more freedom of movement, so he took the sleeves off and opened the sides up. He was going to throw it out once he was done, but on second thought, he liked how you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.
DIN DJARIN: After a particularly gruelling contract he got back to the Razor Crest and the beskar was off the second the target was in carbonite. He’d undone his tunic to check for any injuries missed. Din had forgotten you would see him, then he heard a soft intake of breath as he came up to the cockpit. Telling you how he felt came a bit easier when he realised that wasn’t a gasp of concern.
PERO TOVAR: He came back home to you with this huge tear across his tunic and you almost screamed, worried there was some kind of slice across his chest. Satisfied there wasn’t one, you loved the easy access to his broad, muscled chest and couldn’t keep your hands off. At first Pero was worried he’d upset you, but then realised the benefits of a torn tunic. Sometimes he’ll tear it himself just before he comes through the front door.
JAVIER PEÑA: Javi initially was not impressed when you presented him with it. But when he begrudgingly tried it on, he melted inside when he saw how much it made you giggle. It never came out of his apartment, but he would always wear it for you, and sometimes even if you didn’t ask. You’d rung him once telling him about how bad your day had been. When you came home there he was, in that top and his tightest jeans, waiting on the couch.
JACK DANIELS: One night you and Jack were about to go to bed, when you both heard something downstairs. He sprang into action, gun holster thrown on and ran. False alarm, but when he came back he took one look at you and smirked ‘Oh, do you like what you see, darlin’?’. You damn near collapsed when he put the hat on as well.
(Sorry for the weird Javi tag, my app doesn’t give me any ‘Javier Peña’ tags when I try and find one!)
Where’s we leave off with E2? Buffalo Trace? Well with the morning after, Eva and Boyd have gotten into a uniquely shaped bottle of Jack and they didn’t take any breaks in between. That’s a Harlan evening if we’ve ever seen one.
Nursing a handover soon after, Boyd gets to meet new face Ty Walker. And unlike past visitors to Harlan County, Walker is more than willing to accept the kindness of a three-fingered pour. “Buffalo Trace” is his call, a simple man to please.
But the most surprising pour of the night belongs to Catherine Hale. Avery Marcum’s lover/possible foe calls Wynn Duffy and Boyd for a business conference… and she’s greeting them with Old Forester? Haven’t seen that around these parts in six seasons.
Love whiskey/bourbon as much as the next person, but a Jack Daniels coffin strikes me as overkill (unless you’re in the founding family I suppose? Still, poor taste… h/t @CalebWilde)
The unique Tennessee mash was always a rock music beverage—see Richards, Keith (n.). But now the brand is getting explicit in the association by hosting shows across the country. It’s called Live and the Landmark, and the larger events include concerts at SF’s City Hall and NY’s Statue of Liberty.
I honestly don’t know, I just wanted to draw Striker drunk while Sol watches. XP
I will say though, because Striker is drunk, he’s a little more loose than normal and he might say some things that are really gonna bite him in the tail later… like asking Sol to marry him? >>
Frank Sinatra One bottle each: Absolute, Jack Daniels, Chivas Regal, Couvoisier, Beefeater gin, white wine, red wine, 24 chilled jumbo shrimp, life savers and cough drops
