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Cowboytober Day 22: Chrematistophilia

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Word counting: 1.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Established relationship, mentions of sex, foreplay, once more me making Jack enjoying being harshly treated by his wife.

A/N: "Chrematistophilia is the sexual arousal from giving money, being robbed, blackmailed, or extorted by one's partner." says my google browser, so I'm believing it.

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Usually, Jack wouldn’t be too focused on his phone during his office hours, but when his bank app notified him times enough to break through the “Do Not Disturb” function, he had to give it an eye.

And it surely made him wish he had done it earlier.

As he opened the history of transactions, Jack had no much reaction at first, trying to understand how the hell you could have spent two thousand dollars on a supermarket or what great necessity would justify that bill of four thousand dollars on a Chanel store, letting aside the other noticeable amounts on other stores like Dior, Louboutin, Bvlgary and other brands he didn’t even have a clue that existed.

When he did shallow math about the total amount you had spent in a single afternoon, Jack could only roll his eyes and lose his tie, already thinking about the discussion when he got home.

You smiled while organizing your brand-new shoes on the shelve of the walk-in closet as you heard Jack’s steps as he entered the bedroom, calmly turning to look at him with a slightly cynical smile.

“Care to explain these?” Jack said with a raised eyebrow and one hand resting on his hip.

“Just some lil’ things I was needing.” You explained softly.

“Needing?” Jack questioned while grabbing the nearest purse by the strap and analyzing it.

“A Bvlgari Serpenti bag is a need for me, just like a premium Stetson is a need for you.” You raised your eyebrows slightly, resting against the jewelry island in the middle of the room.

“Of course.” Jack chuckled and approached you, resting both hands on top of the jewelry island, trapping you between him and the furniture “You find this very funny, hum? Spending tons of money while I’m working like a damn dog in that distillery.” Most people would be angry while pointing out such a thing, but, of course, Jack Daniels wasn’t most people. In general aspects, he was a generous man with everyone. Still, you always noticed something extra about how he seemed to enjoy it deeply every time you followed his spur of feeling free using his bank card to spoil yourself with whatever you wanted and how he was almost heartbroken when you used any dime from your money to do such a thing. At some point you finally made him confess that something about you burning his money in futile stuff, especially without consulting him beforehand, turned him on.

It started with smaller things, such as unnecessarily expensive grocery items, like fancy paper towels, then you started to casually make the whole groceries in one of those overpriced chic supermarkets and planned to stay on things like those, the problem is that: the absurdist your expenses were, the best Jack fucked you after them, so you decided to indulge into buying all those luxury items you ever wanted to try, sometimes having to call Jack on the middle of his shift at Statesman to authorize some of your purchases in absurd values with his bank card, and it worked basically as foreplay to both of you since either of you knew that Jack’s first action at home would be deliciously rail you.

“Of course I love to waste your money. Have you forgotten you’re my ATM?” you smiled deviously as you saw that sideways grin forming on his lips.

“Allow me to make this money worth then.” You didn’t have the time to form a thought before he turned you around and made you bend over the counter, lifting your dress “You spent all that money and couldn’t buy some panties?” he mocked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a matter of comfort, you wouldn’t understand.” You shrugged with a chuckle.

“I fear I’ll be better not knowing what goes on in this pretty head of yours.” Jack leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as he kissed your neck and squeezed your hips, shamelessly letting the growing bulge inside his jeans press against you. “But I suppose I can appreciate the lack of barriers," he purred, nipping at your earlobe "Makes it easier for me.”

You couldn’t suppress a small moan as Jack's hardness pressed urgently against your slick folds, the denim of his jeans providing a pleasant friction against your sensitive flesh, and you couldn’t avoid grumbling as he took a step back, interrupting the contact. Usually, he wouldn’t do it, but was inevitable, he had to take a look at you practically spread open over the jewelry counter, surrounded by boxes and bags of expensive brands after spending thousands of dollars he worked like a dog in Stateman missions over the years to earn.

Both of you looked in the same direction when the loud noise of your phone’s ringtone interrupted the whole thing. You imagined what it was, so you picked up the phone, and had a quick conversation with the lady on the line, before turning to look at Jack.

“I have to go out.” You warned while aligning your dress back to its place.

“What? Where are you going?” Jack questioned utterly shocked and lowkey frustrated.

“I’ve ordered some personalized jewelry from a local goldsmith and they’re ready.” You explained while checking yourself in the closest mirror and grabbing your purse.

“And you’re gonna leave me like this?” he asked with raised eyebrows, the “problem” quite visible on his jeans’ fly.

“I’m sure you’ll survive an hour.” You shook your head and approached him “And before I forgot…” you sneaked your fingers into his pocket, grabbing his wallet and searching among his other bank cards, grabbing one of them and putting it in your purse.

“What is that for?” Jack asked clueless.

“I’ve run out of money in the shopping account.” You said as if it was a casual thing, retouching your lipstick.

“What? Honey, I deposited 15.000 dollars on that account no more than a couple of weeks ago.” He recalled, both hands resting on his hips.

“Do you have any clue of how much a Louboutin and a Bvlgari cost? That money is long gone.” You shrugged it off, keeping a cool manner.

“You’re unbelievable.” Jack shook his head, but you knew him too well, his body language was giving away that being mad would be the last thing he’d be at you.

“And please make sure to refill my shopping account, ‘cause I have more stuff to buy.” You took a couple steps closer to him “Now you nicely waiting for me and you better smile when I come back.” You smiled cynically, leaning to give him a quick kiss before leaving, laughing with yourself as you got into your car, aware that you would be stuck on the bed with Jack at the very moment you stepped back home and loving the perspective of it.

Tagging: @missladym1981 @alex-does-art-things @beefrobeefcal

[anabdaniels]

So many thoughts about this man and all of them are fill with the nastiest shit known to mankind. GIMME A CHANCE MAYOR I'LL BE YOUR WIFE AND EVEN RAISE YOUR KID

Re-elect Ted Garcia, he’s hot.

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Cowboytober Day 20: Degradation

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Word counting: 1.2k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slight derogatory language, (consensual) mean behavior, small dry humping.

A/N: Yes, my outburst was serious and I am finishing this after 9 damn months. We'll pretend everything is under control and this is just another fic.

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All your date nights always ended up with something interesting: neither you nor Jack being able to wait and have sex in the car, some food eccentricity with the leftovers you brought from the restaurant or the dessert, some drinking games when the two of you felt like extending the night. The list was long.

But the last one used to always bring some useful information to the table.

You two had purchased some of those couple’s card games just to see what was the vibe, and even though most of them weren’t the obscene thing people talked about, it worked as entertainment, and apparently, an amazing weapon to discover some secrets. You had revealed to Jack some stuff you never imagined you would have the nerve to, and the same happened to him, casually revealing to you some of his weak spots you would never imagine, precisely like the night he confessed he’d love to be humiliated by you. Hastily, you imagined he’d say something like wanting you to slap him or call him a slut during sex, but the bottom of the rabbit hole was farther away.

Blushing as you didn’t even think he could, and for the first time looking shy and hesitant, Jack told you what he really meant by wanting you to humiliate him.

It was obvious that he was afraid of being judged or ridiculed in a not-so-pleasing way and you could understand that, aware of how people were usually comprehensive about kinks just when they were basic or convenient. When he finished opening up and looked at you waiting for your reaction, you soothed him and confirmed that it was okay and, furthermore, you actually were up to give it a try anytime he wanted. And then you saw his usual playful grin show up again.

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You were comfortable on your living room sofa with a glass of sparkling wine, your foot resting on the armrest, the friction of the velvety fabric against your legs dressed in a pair of black tights making it cozier. You looked to the side when someone nudged you, the pair of puppy brown eyes looking pleadingly at you, and fighting your urge to pet his soft disheveled hair, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What now, Jack?” you questioned and he leaned closer, keeping the puppy eyes.

“I wanted to…”

“That’s the problem.” You interrupted harshly and looked at him “You think you can want something. For someone whose only work is to keep cows and sheep as pets, you feel entitled to ask for a lot of stuff.” You sounded sincerely annoyed, your ability to redirect your hate from something to another coming to be very handy, since you could perfectly redirect your annoyance about the absurd stories you heard from your coworkers’ marriages to the moment and make it easier to be mean to your amazing husband.

“I thought you found it nice.” He frowned a bit, his head tilting to the side.

“You’re stupid? One thing has nothing to do with the other.” You answered while taking the last sip of your wine “Just because you look nice using a lasso, doesn’t make you less pathetic.” You moved on the couch to sit up straight “Now get up here.”

Jack looked deadass confused but didn’t bother to ask, simply obeying your demand, taking a fascinated chuckle out of you with how adorable he looked while obeying you like a little puppy. Unworriedly, you left the empty glass on the coffee table and crawled to mount on his lap, appreciating his confused expression, which quickly changed to a mix of nervousness and a hint of shyness as you settled better on top of him, aware you’d feel the bulge growing on his fly.

“Now, now, such a tough male figure all horny like a dog in heat just for being treated worst than a cheap whore.” You shook your head with a sarcastic smile “Would make a good onlyfans.”

“A what?” Jack asked genuinely confused, taking a chuckle out of you, his lack of technology knowledge always amazed you.

“I forgot you’re completely ignorant about basic techs.” You rolled your eyes with an annoyed grimace “Can’t believe Statesman used to have a figure like you as their CEO. To be fair, sometimes I wonder why I’m stuck with a hillbilly like you.”

Was obvious to you that you had struck a nerve, judging by how his chocolate eyes widened and the crease between his eyebrows intensified; you remember a story or two you heard from Ginger and Tequila about one of his exes always remarking how she felt embarrassed about his rural lifestyle, yes very low of you to nudge the topic, but you were following by the line of humiliation Jack confessed to want, and he could just pull the safe word at any point if it became too much, so you went fully for it.

“You remember that my ex was a man in the finance business, right? He knew how to enjoy the fanciest things of life instead of spending money on cattle food and going out to dinner in boring steak houses. I mean, you have a fine house in the city, a condo at the Rose Hill in NYC, yet you rather spend time here?” your tone sounded utterly dissatisfied and low-key disgusted, making you think your years in the theater classes in high school were worth it. For a moment you thought you had gone too far when his eyes got watery, but he didn’t tell you to stop and the light twitching of his hips under you confirmed your suspicions that it was working.

“You’re mean.” He stated in a husky voice.

“And you’re about to come because of it.” You mocked while grabbing his face with one hand, lightly squishing Jack’s cheeks while softly rocking your hips against him, smiling as he moaned quietly “You’re so easy to break. It’s pathetic but kinda adorable.” You leaned forward, nibbling at his lower lip.

“Honey…” he whined and grabbed your waist, once more looking like a puppy yarning for attention with a tear running down his face “Red.” As Jack called the safe word you promptly shifted back to your usual manner with him, brushing the tear away from his face.

“You’re okay?” you asked while caressing his soft hair and Jack nodded weakly, you pulled him closer, letting him rest his head in your soft breasts “There, there, it’s alright.” You soothed and gave him time to put himself together, aware that it was a lot for him to process.

A couple of minutes later, Jack looked more like himself again, wrapping his arms around your waist and looking up at you with a casual expression and a sketch of a smirk on his lips.

“I suppose you enjoyed this a lot, hum?” you questioned, still having your fingers wrapped in his hair.

“I did.” He admitted with a nod, smirking showing up fully and pulling you closer, the restrained erection nudging straight between your legs.

“Then move this to the bedroom.” You asked already wrapping your arms around his neck.

“As my lady asks.” Jack leaned to press a kiss on your pulse point and got up with you in his arms, walking with no rush to the staircase.  

Tagging: @missladym1981 @alex-does-art-things @beefrobeefcal

[anabdaniels]

"Can we shut this bitch up?" TED GARCIA THE DIVA YOU ARE

Can we shut this bitch up? Oh I love him already.

[anabdaniels]

Not me deciding to finish my 2024 Kinktober at 2a.m. I'll not leave in peace knowing I didn't got to finish it 🤣.

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Tadeo Garcia Solaro you're my little baby ❤

Yes, I've made up a whole name for him because I'm crazy and obsessed.

When a baby is a 50 year old man, I LOVE HIM!🥹

[anabdaniels]

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

SPOILERS FOR MATERIALISTS!!

Materialists is propaganda, trying to get people to settle for less. Dakota Johnson is amazing but her acting was NOT it this time (it wasn’t in 50 shades either). Not choosing a man over having surgery to make himself taller is so stupid. He gave you everything you could ever want, including devoted love, AND YOU GO AND CHOOSE YOUR BITCHY BROKE EX BOYFRIEND? I’m actually disappointed I didn’t cry during this movie, this review is also going on my lettrboxed

[anabdaniels]

Finally someone who got what I mean

I know everyone sees Ted Garcia and thinks Older Peña, but you can’t tell me there isn’t a metric tonne of Older Whiskey in there too.

(He’s fine, by the way. Still a little triggered by burger restaurants but fine.)

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I NEED someone with Tom Holland's spirit to watch Materialists and drop all the possible spoilers in this site. I DON'T WANT TO WAIT UNTIL I CAN WATCH IT ON MY COUNTRY

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So, they added more stuff to the site. NGL WOULD 100% VOTE FOR TED BRO HAS A BETTER CAMPAING PROPAGANDA THAN THE FELLAS RUNNING FOR MAYOR ON MY TOWN I'M FUCKING LOSING IT 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

No, we'll not talk about the poor Photoshop.

I'm voting a day before elections starts so my Mayor starts winning that lame sheriff.

I hate to say it, but it’s giving local cabaret singer legend…

Source

Editing to add that @doscharolastras has realised the website works!

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These spot the difference games will kill me someday. Javier Peña my ass, it's giving retired Jack. MAYOR GARCIA PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE

Eddington - Pedro and Ari

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Eddington serving me all the tasty stuff I expected from Kingsman aka my man with his sleeves rolled up. WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK

Pedro Pascal as Mayor Ted Garcia in Eddington.

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I'M LOSING MY SHIT THIS AIN'T FUNNY ANYMORE

I know we all went absolutely feral here

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I wish Celine would have the nerve to make this ending with John and Harry being a couple and Lucy being their "bridesmaid".

i want two boyfriends and i want the boyfriends to be boyfriends

[anabdaniels]

If this doesn't end with Harry, John and Lucy being a trouple I'M THROWING HANDS WITH CELINE SONG GIRL I'M ASKING YOU A SINGLE SMALL FAVOR

[anabdaniels]

PUTA QUE ME PARIU JESUS MARIA E JOSÉ

Do they need a 4th wheel? I'M AVAILABLE My bisexual ass is deeply affected by these pictures.

DAKOTA JOHNSON, CHRIS EVANS & PEDRO PASCAL ph. by Charlie Clift for “Materialists” press (May 20, 2025)

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I HATE NEIL DRUCKMANN SO MUCH HOPE THIS MOTHERFUCKER NEVER FIND PEACE IN HIS LIFE

SOMEHOW THEY MADE IT WORSE THAN THE GAME. BEING SHOT WOULD HURT LESS THAN THIS.