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What Happens at Glasto, Sometimes, Doesn’t Stay at Glasto. { Agent Whiskey x f!reader}

Sooo, this is my first time writing for Whiskey!!! I just love him ok and had to write him some SMUT! It’s just porn with a little tiny bit of plot with a sweet ending, also wrote this whilst sleepy posting whilst sleepy, all mistakes are my own!

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

RATING: 18+ NO MINORS!! This is explicit smut!

SUMMARY: Whiskey goes looking for a way to kill time at Glasto, but you find him instead.

No use of Y/N and no reader description other than a small mention of wearing a revealing outfit.

WARNINGS: unprotected p in v sex (wrap your tools in real life please!!) m!oral receiving. f!oral receiving, fingering, praise!kink reader, dirty!talk, teasing, choking is u squint, grabbing. swearing, alcohol consumption, cumplay if u squint, one spank, groping. I think that’s it but let me know if I missed anyting!!!

PART 2 | MASTERLIST

Whiskey had walked around the festival for a while after Eggsy took his shot, it was evening now, there was some band playing loud enough to be heard across the large fields and he needed a drink since he had finished off what was in his belt buckle.

He walked back through VIP without a problem, standing back at the bar where he lost his conquest earlier, he waved the bartender over, asking for a whiskey on the rocks. He had half a mind to check in with Eggsy but just as he was about to, a sweet voice came from behind him.

“Nice outfit, cowboy, very on brand for the festival” you said as you walked around to stand at his side, Jack raised his eyebrow, his lips turning up into a smirk.

“Oh if only you knew, darlin” he drawled, holding his hand out to shake yours as his eyes raked over your form. You had on a rather revealing outfit that left little to the imagination but just enough to make him want to know more, along with your heavy combat boots that were covered in mud, you’d obviously been having fun. “My name's Jack, what’s your name?”

“Wow… even got the accent to go with it” you smiled up at him, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. Jack got the bartender's attention, telling him to get whatever drink “this pretty young thing wants”, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you heat up hearing him refer to you like that.

“Now, tell me darlin, what’s a sweet thing like you doing out here all alone?” he asked, taking his glass of whiskey and leaning against the bar on his elbow so he could fully face you.

“Oh I’m not alone, my friends are just over there” you said, waving your hand in the direction of a small group of girls and guys who were happily chatting away. One of them waved you back over, and you made a motion that looked as if you were running your hands along an invisible cowboy hat on your head. It caused her to whisper to your other friends, who looked over at you and Jack.

Jack put his hand up slightly to wave hello, giving them a nod, very cowboy like you thought, before biting his lip at you and leaning over.

“Okay, so what’s a pretty girl like you doin coming over here, talking to me?” he said, his southern drawl dropping an octave. Your face broke into a smile, as you took a small step forward, you reached for your drink that the bartender slid in your direction, your other hand reaching up to fiddle with the collar of his leather jacket as you got closer.

“Girls gotta get a drink somehow” you teased before turning on your heel, Jack stood there, shocked for a second before throwing his whiskey back and following you as you walked off. He wasn’t mad at the idea you used him for a free drink (or view from behind) but fuck he didn’t want you to go so soon, you had teased him, intrigued him and he needed something to do whilst he waited for Eggsy, what better option than a cute girl?

“Now that’s just mean, you’d really break a cowboys heart?” You heard him say as he caught up with you. You rolled your eyes, turning around, stopping the man in his tracks. You were stood pretty much chest to chest, you were so much closer to him than anticipated, so close that you felt a little cold sting of his large belt buckle against your stomach, so close that you could smell his delicious scented cologne, it smelt faintly of oranges, musk and leather.

“You, aren’t a cowboy. You just look like one and sound like one” you said, tilting your head. “Now if you were, a real cowboy that is, then that might be a different matter” you said, taking a drink from your plastic cup.

Jack tilted his head down, looking at you over his sunglasses, he hooked his thumb into his belt, his thumb brushing your midriff, which you tried to ignore but Jack was trained to see people's emotions change and he definitely saw the shift in your body language.

“Honey, I can assure you, I’m as real as they come” he said, his eyes were darker than you anticipated, only seeing them behind the yellow tint of his aviators. You bit your lip a little, he was hot, he was older, clearly but something about him seemed so different to any other guy who you hit on for a free drink. It made you shiver when he leaned down, right by your ear, whispering so only you could hear “Have you ever ridden home on a real cowboy, gorgeous? Could show you just how much of a cowboy I really am”

And you were damned from that moment onwards, this man, stood tall, broad chested in front of you, a smirk playing on his plush lips causing his perfectly groomed moustache to slant, you were weighing up your options. You could sleep with this guy, could be the best one night stand of your life or it could be really disappointing, either way, you didn’t have much to lose. You were at a Glasto after all, and what happens at Glasto, stays at Glasto. Whiskey could see the cogs turning behind your eyes, so he leaned down in one more attempt to seal the deal and whispered.

“Whaddaya say, darlin? I’ll even let you wear my hat if you wanna” and you were a goner. You threw your drink back, throwing the cup in a nearby bin. You turned to your friends for a second before grabbing Whiskey’s hand, dragging him along behind you. He didn’t hesitate to follow you, he followed you right to your tent, he was expecting some sort of dingy, two person tent, Jack was a man who liked finer things but he would have got down in the mud for you right there and then.

You threw the fabric back on the doorway to the tent, you ran some sort of zip around the outside, Jack took a step back and turned away from you for a second. He tapped the side of his glasses quickly.

“Ginger, I’m clocking out for a while” he said, putting his hand on his belt.

“Go ahead, Whiskey. Eggsy has implanted the tracker, you’re both free to roam” she said, he whipped back around, seeing you waiting for him, he removed his sunglasses, tucking them into his jacket pocket.

“What was that?” you asked as he stalked back up to you, following you into the tent again, Jack heard another zipper as he made his way inside.

“I was just checkin-” he was interrupted by you crashing your lips against his, Jack instantly repaid the favour, kissing you with just as much fever. You wrapped your arms around his neck, Jack’s larger hands moved to the small of your back to pull you closer as you slid your tongue over his. You moaned when you felt the cool metal of his belt buckle dig into your stomach, one of Jack’s hands moved down to cup your ass, earning another moan from you.

You moved your hands down, to slip into his heavy jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, before he was shaking it off, throwing it behind him carelessly, he wanted his hands back on you as quickly as possible so didn’t have time to worry about where his jacket landed. You were so soft, he wanted to feel every inch of you, taste every piece of you he would give to you, Jack groaned when he was shoved backwards, falling onto a plush bed behind him, he landed on his back, he sat up to see you instantly seating yourself in his lap.

Your lips ran up his strong neck, teeth grazing across his jaw, and Jack let out a very shameful groan at your light touches. He was getting hard just from this, your hands shoved up his white tee, instantly running over his strong abdomen, Jack’s hands were back on you as your assaulted his neck and collarbones, he reached up to your top, delighted to find it was a tie only which he undid smoothly. You reached up, untying the bow around your neck, throwing the top to the side.

Jack groaned at the sight of your breasts, his plush lips coming to connecting with one of your sensitive nipples, your fingers dug into his shoulders as he moved one hand to play with your other nipple, your moaned at the feeling, your hips involuntarily grinding down against his crotch. You could feel his length beneath you but it was far too concealed in those tight bloody jeans and that stupidly big belt buckle, so you started to leave hot kisses down his neck, across the fabric of his t-shirt, shoving it further up his body as you kissed down his stomach. Jack groaned softly as you kissed his bare tan skin.

You started to fumble with the belt buckle, trying to keep the mood up by leaving kisses across his stomach, but you couldn’t get the damn thing off. You huffed, looking up at Jack, who was smirking at you.

“Figure it out if you want it, darlin” he said, tipping his hat at you as if to tell you to carry on. You felt a hot rush of heat run down to your core, those words shouldn’t have been as hot as his southern accent made them sound. You noticed the logon on the small hip flask as you finally figured the damned thing out, but didn’t have time to think about that now as you undid his belt so quick you thought you could have ripped through it. You were unbuttoning his jeans quickly, Jack sat up further for a second to pull off his boots, relaxing back on his elbows once he did, you were now able to pull his jeans off him completely, once they were off, you settled back between his open legs leaving open mouthed kisses over his thighs.

Jack groaned above you, “Don’t tease me sugar, can’t you see how hard I am for you already?” he lifted his hips for you as to show you exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh but, it’s. So. Fun.” you puntucated every word with a little nip up his thighs, closer to where he wanted you but not close enough. That was when a hand came down to your jaw, grabbing you forcefully, you gasped, your eyes shot up to meet Jack’s, they were so much darker than they were earlier.

“I said, do not tease me. Now be a good girl and suck my cock” he said, pushing his underwear down, you whined, you knew in that moment you were definitely not going to be in control here. Not that you minded in the slightest. Jack let go of your jaw to hold his length in front of you, you ran your tongue up the underside of it before wrapping your lips around the tip, Jack groaned, dropping his head back at the feeling of your warm mouth around his length.

You swirled your tongue around him a few times before slowly working your way down his length, Jack’s hand moved away to grip into the sheets below him as you worked your way down, your hand now coming round to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You didn’t hold back the noises, you were slurping this man down like he was the most delicious milkshake you’d ever drank and you wanted him to know it. Jack was moaning above you, his hips began to move with your mouth. You looked up at him for a second and fuck you could of cum from that sight alone, his strong features were highlighted by the flush in his skin, his neck looked positively delicious and you wanted to drag your teeth over the taught skin.

Right now though, you had a part of him in your mouth that you couldn’t get enough of, so you turned your attention back to his heavy length between your lips. Jack then brought his head back up and the eye-contact was so intense that you whined around him, his hand came down on the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of his length into your mouth.

“That’s it… good girl” he moaned, a breathy ‘fuck’ coming after as you made your way to the bease of his cock, Jack’s hand held you there for as long as you could manage. You felt tears starting to roll down your cheeks slowly as you pulled back off, gasping, you quickly started stroking his length as you ran your tongue over him before taking him back down your throat.

“Fuck! You take it so well, sugar, look at you” Jack’s hips thrusted causing you to gag on him, pulling off again, he had you gasping for air. You could feel your arousal pooling at your stomach, you shuffled your thighs closer together, desperately seeking some sort of friction.

“Jack.. please” you whined, still stroking his length. He knew exactly what you needed, he pulled you back up his body by your wrist, flipping you both over, so you were laid flat on your back against the bed. Jack was quickly working at your shorts you were wearing, tugging them down along with the underwear you had on. He tugged off your boots so he could get you fully strung out on the bed for him, he reached down to pull his own shirt off, knocking off his Stetson in the process. It fell onto the floor behind him somewhere, but before you could say anything, this man had his hands on the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him.

You threw your head back into the cushions as he licked a long stripe up your folds, Jack wasted no time in latching around your clit, moving his tongue in quick circles around the bud, sucking every now and again. He was watching you the entire time, loving the way your back arched off the bed, your hands gripping onto the sheets and your lips parted as you moaned for him over and over again.

Jack dropped his hand from your right thigh, he ran his fingers through your folds before slowly sinking his ring and middle finger into your waiting hole. When he curled his fingers up into that spot, your hand flew straight down to grab onto his hat but you didn’t find it.

“Jack… Jack fuck, please, please..” you were moaning, he kept his fingers curling inside you at a stead pace, only pulling away from your clit slightly to ask.

“What is it, gorgeous? Tell me what you need”

“Please put your hat back on” you whined, bucking your hips into his fingers. The growl Whiskey let out was feral and he was reaching behind him, without removing his fingers from your sopping entrance, grabbing his hat, putting it firmly on his head before diving straight back into your aching cunt. Your hand instantly flew to the highest point, his hat was soft, like suede, it weirdly made this whole situation even hotter than it already was.

You started moving your hips in time with Jack’s movements as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge, you were gripping his hat as you moaned for him, using it as leverage to ride his face, when he curled his fingers a couple more times, it threw you over the edge.

“Jack! I’m cumming oh, fuck!” You cried out, your grip on his hat holding him exactly where he was, he moaned against you as you rode his face through your orgasm. He worked you through every last second of your high, before slowly kissing his way back up over your thighs, stomach and between your breasts, all whilst his fingers still slowly curled inside you.

“God, you ever tasted how sweet you are, pretty girl?” he asked, kissing across your collarbone. He curled his fingers harder when you didn’t answer.

“No- fuck” you gasped at the overstimulation.

“Be a good girl, and clean me up then” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of your heat, instantly shoving them where he was a few minutes ago. You gladly welcomed them, sucking them clean as quick as you could, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his skin. “That’s it sugar, you ready for this?” he asked, rolling his hips down to yours, you groaned when you felt his cock slip through your folds.

Jack removed his fingers from your mouth, to quickly ask if you were clean and on protection, when you nodded, he grabbed you by your neck pulling you on top of him as moved to sit on the bed. He lifted you up, holding his cock steady before he slammed you down onto his length, your hands shot onto his shoulders, you both gasped at the quick intrusion. “Ride me, pretty girl, ride your cowboy” he said, gritting his teeth. His hands were on your ass, groping you and spreading your cheeks, encouraging you to move.

You instantly started rolling your hips down, grinding against his length, Whiskey let out a low groan. You started to pick up the pace, when you started bouncing on his lap, he lurched forward biting at your neck, whispering praises to you, you felt the rim of his hat bump against you, giving you an idea. You reached up, plucking the hat right off his head, giving it a new home on yours. Jack’s eyes flickered up when he felt his hat being taken away about to protest but he groaned low in his throat when you shoved him back so he was flat against the bed. He took in the view above him, you grinding on his cock, one arm raised above your head, holding onto his Stenson, the other braced on his thigh behind you. It put you on full display for him and you fucking loved it.

“Fuck, look at you sugar, so fucking beautiful” he groaned, you were moaning for him, as his cock rubbed against your spot over and over. He fit so perfectly inside you, his cock hitting everywhere it needed to, causing waves of pleasure to wash over your body, you knew you could cum like this, you just needed a little more. You sucked your fingers back into your mouth again, keeping a hand on his hat, you reached down, rubbing your clit in precise circles. Jack’s hands were on your hips, helping you rock back and forth on him, pulling and pushing you a little faster as he saw you touch yourself.

“God, fucking hell darlin! You gonna come on your cowboy huh?” he snarled, something inside him was set alight watching you take your pleasure from him like this.

“Yes, fuck you’re gonna me me cum again, cowboy” you moaned, rocking against him incesnstnalty.

“Cum pretty girl, wanna feel your wet cunt cum around my cock” Jack said, one hand moving to give your ass a firm slap. That was all you needed to be thrown into your second climax, your head thrown back, make-up smudged from earlier on, you were flushed, and you were crying out for the man below you as you rode him through your high. It was so intense that you felt as if it wracked your entire body, your thighs were starting to shake as you came down from your high. Jack was bucking up against you, the hand on your clit coming to land on his chest to steady yourself as you came back to him.

You were still slowly rocking against him when you leaned down onto your forearms, to pressing your lips to his once again, this time it was messy and sloppy, but you were so drunk on this man's cock all you cared about was having his lips against yours.

“Where do you wanna cum?” you asked Jack, kissing down his jaw, your words were slurred but not from the alcohol you had consumed but from the two orgasms that hit you like a train.

“Ugh, I wanna come on your tits, gorgeous girl” he said lowly, you hummed at him, kissing across his chest again. You gave him a couple of soft bounces of your hips before sliding off his cock, you moaned at the loss of contact but you were quickly back down on your knees, taking everything Jack had to give back into your mouth. You were eagerly bobbing your head, stroking what you couldn’t manage.

Jack was up on his elbows again, needing to watch you as you took his cock between your lips once more, he let out a loud groan at the sight, you had on his hat, sucking on his cock like your life depended on it, he thought why he hadn’t had someone suck him off with his hat on before because this was on par with being just as hot as you on top of him.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum” he said it barely came out before you pulled off him, sitting further up on your kneels so he could spill over your chest. Jack moaned your name lowly as he emptied himself across your chest and hand, you moaned at the feeling of his cum hitting your skin. You stroked him until you were sure he had given you every last drop. You caught his dark brown eyes as you reached your hand up to your mouth, slowly licking it clean and moaning at the salty taste of him.

“Goddamn it darlin, you’re gonna kill me” he laughed as he laid back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. You giggled, crawling back up the bed, removing his hat and putting it on his chest, you flopped down on your back next to him. Jack turned his head to you, your eyes were closed as your chest rapidly rising and falling, he couldn’t help himself when he rolled onto his side, putting his hat on the nightstand next to you, he pressing a couple of soft and sweet kisses to your lips. You hummed in appreciation against his lips, Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly slipping off the bed, he found a towel, dampened it in the bathroom before coming back to you. You were still laid bare, with your eyes closed, your arm stretched above your head, he leant down, wiping the warm towel across your chest, leaving small kisses in his wake.

Jack pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead, before running his fingers over your hair.

“I have to go, gorgeous” he whispered, your eyes opened to look at him. You sat up a little, reaching forward to gently touch his cheek, you pressed your lips to his once more, before nodding. You didn’t want him to go so soon, but this was only a one night stand, so you didn’t really expect anything less.

Jack slowly got dressed again, taking his time, he helped you put on some loose sleep clothes as well, he even got a bottle of water out of the mini fridge for you, pulled the bed covers back for you and pulled them back over to make sure you were tucked in. He hadn’t put his belt back on yet and he went to buckle it back up, he slid the mini flask off. He left his belt open, walking over to you, he put the small flask in your hand, holding his hand in his other.

“If you ever wanna do this again, call this number and ask for Whiskey, okay beautiful?” he said. You ran your thumb over the embossed writing on the front. Jack put his hat back on, giving you one final kiss goodbye. As he was walking towards the exit of your tipi, you called him back.

“Wait!” you said, shooting up in bed. Jack turned on his heel to look at you “What’s your last name?”

“Daniels” he said, hooking his thumb into his belt.

“You’re fucking with me”

“Already done that darlin” his eyebrow quirked and his lips curled into a smirk “fraid not, Jack, Agent Whiskey, Daniels at your service” he tipped his hat towards you. “Anytime you want” he said, flashing his perfect teeth at you. You looked down at the belt buckle in your hands, you realised right there, that there was a lot more to this man than you knew.

“Thanks for having me sweetheart, you were a real treasure. Hope to hear from you soon” Jack drawled as he turned back round to the tent exit.

“Wait, agent?” you called after him.

“Told you I was a real cowboy!” He called back, walking backwards out of the door. “Night sugar, sweet dreams!”

You sat back in the bed, looking at the inscribings on the mini flask. Statesmen distillery. You’d have to google that when you got reception again.

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fooled-around-and-fell · 11 months

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Sweet Whiskey

Summary: Just soft!Agent Whiskey with an injured you.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x female reader

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"Where is she?" Jack pushed the doors open, shoving Eggsy in the process. "Where is she?!"

"I'm here, sourpuss." You winced from behind the curtains. Even without seeing him, you knew there was a frown on Jack's face.

Jack, very dramatically, opened the curtains and sat next to your bed.

"My God, Jack. What would happen if I were naked behind those curtains? You'd just be exposing me to Eggsy here?" You teased.

Jack sighed. He had no time for your little jokes. He held your hand and brought it up to his face, asking you to hold him gently. "Darlin', please. You need to be more careful."

"I'm fine, Jack." You tried to sit up. "Just little bumps and bruises."

His lips pursed. "A GSW is not a 'bumps and bruises' kind of injury. And, Ginger told me you refused medication?"

"What? No," You held his hand. "I just didn't want that instant healing thing she offered. You know it makes me feel nauseous afterwards."

"Darlin-"

"Wait, hold on, so you two are dating?" Eggsy interrupted. "We're allowed to date fellow agents?"

Jack turned towards him. "Do you mind?"

"Right, sorry." Eggsy apologized.

"It's alright, Eggsy." You chuckled. "And no, we're not dating. We're engaged. Oh, and yes, you're allowed to date fellow agents. Just be discreet about it in the beginning."

Jack shook his head and gave you a questioning look, as if to ask, why did you just tell him that?

You raised your brow. "He saved my life, Jack. Be nice."

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes like a child. "Kid, mind giving us some privacy?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Eggsy left the room.

Once Eggsy left, Jack went closer to your side and held you in his arms. "The moment I heard you were shot, I thought I'd lost you."

You smiled. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

He finally cracked a smile.

"There it is." You kissed the corners of his lips. "You look much better with a smile on your face."

"Patronizing me, sweetheart?"

You faked a gasp. "I would never."

Jack chuckled and kissed your hands. "Get some rest. I'll come back in a few hours after I'm done dealing with the people who did this to my sweet."

You hummed. "There's my man."

"Always yours, darlin'."

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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You had me covered in happy tears with the epilogue of daddycember! So cuteeee! Is there a chance we get a couple of sneak peeks before next year or are you planning on keeping us on our toes? Love you 😘

I am so glad you loved Daddycember, omg 🥹🥰 I will definitely be giving y'all some sneak peeks before next year 😊

Irreplaceable

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship/marriage, pregnant reader, dirty talk, daddy kink (YAYAYAY), spit kink, praise kink, small size kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, cum play, squirting, fluffies, mentions/discussions of pregnancy, brief mention of loss/death.

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A/N: So I combined a few asks into this one! The one above referencing Daddycember ‘22, an ask about safe words from @nowaydin, an anon ask about decorating the nursery with Daddy Whiskey, and a request from @lucky-pascal! I hope y’all love it as much as I do 😊

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Sometimes, Jack could be lazy, lazy in a way that made him selfish. When it all became too much for him to bear, it’s like he couldn’t help himself. Once he felt that unmistakable rush of pleasure, the urge just took over his body. He chased after it, vehemently, and the road to euphoria was filthy.

“Baby,” He calls out in that thick southern accent, rough from lust. “Babycakes.”

Both of those strong hands cup your face, removing you from him. Firmly, he forces your chin upward, demanding your eye contact, your attention.

“Let me see that face,” Jack’s chest rises with vigor before dropping dramatically, staring at your eager expression.

You’re a mess, to say the least. A mess he made and you willingly submitted to. And now he’s releasing you of one hand, moving it to his shaft.

Huffing out a quiet and brief laugh, he nods, and says, “Close your lips, baby.”

Along with your lips, you close your eyes, too, feeling him smear the smoothness of his head over your soft skin. He swipes it like its lipstick, top and bottom, dragging it across. Sliding his other hand around to the back of your head, he keeps you there, his own mouth opening as he watches in awe.

“Open up,” Lashes fluttering, you gaze up at him. “And lick it.”

Exhaling a breath of disbelief, your insides tingle from the softly-spoken demand. It was an easy task, bringing you to your knees for him, especially when he sat back with his legs spread wide.

“Lick daddy’s cockhead, baby.” Your husband coos to you, dark eyes half-lidded with want. And when you move forward, want turns into need. “Yeah, there you go, just lick it… uh-huh…”

Your tongue glides along the curves of his head, reveling in the smoothness of his skin, the salty drops of precum coating him. He’s drooling for you, small droplets continuing to leak from his slit.

“Suck on it a little bit,” Licking his lips, he stares down at you, face displaying his absolutely mesmerized state. “Yeah sweetheart… just like that… now take it deep.”

You’d been apart for too long, you’d been aching for him. Sometimes, Jack’s occupation made life hard, made your marriage hard. There were times he was pulled away last minute, times where he’d be gone for weeks or even months at a time. Even before your marriage, being apart was hard. You’re truly each other’s best friend and there isn’t enough chaos in this world to distract you long enough to not think about your partner. And him being gone for three weeks was agonizing; it’s the longest he’s been away since you’ve been pregnant.

Pregnancy. It’s been… strange, in a way. For lack of better wording, you didn’t expect to be so fucking horny. But you suppose missing him only amplifies that, even before your baby started to grow. And honestly, you should be happy you’re in this phase. During your first trimester, you don’t know how you were able to keep anything down, but you’re doing a pretty good job with him right now.

“Jesus Christ,” He’s forcing you down, listening to you gag while your drool drips onto his balls. Gritting his teeth, he promises, “I’m gonna make such a fucking mess out of you.”

Now, while Jack let his desires run wild with you, the second you got pregnant, things changed. He treated you like glass, like if he even hugged you too hard, you’d break. And that meant his bedroom etiquette switched lanes, too. For the past few months, he hasn’t been rough with you, nothing even close to it. Spanking, choking, even spitting, were all off limits with your new lifestyle. And it was fucking killing you. But on the other end, your husband was suffering, too. He always wanted to toss you around, manhandle you into position until you cried from the pleasure he wrung out of you. But with his baby inside you, he just couldn't bring himself to. And the pent up frustrations both of you were experiencing from him treating you so delicately is exactly what led up to tonight.

“You really wanted to choke on me tonight, huh?” You’d begged him for it, actually. You were beyond sick of this treatment, you missed him, you missed your daddy. The daddy that handled you like his own property, to do whatever he pleased with it. And in order to do that to you in your current state, Jack needed something very specific. Detailed communication.

“Yes,” Gasping thickly, he finally lets you up for air, eyeing the trails of spit connecting you to him.

Suddenly, he leans forward, grabbing your jaw in his hand. It’s rough and firm, the way he holds you, tugging you close to his face. “I want you.” He’s breathing heavily, hotly, against your face. “Get on the bed.”

Once he was home, you knew you had to have him. And it never really takes much convincing on his end. As soon as the two of you had your system down, it was game on. All you needed were a few simple words.

“Turn around,” And his voice is much harsher now, both hands landing on your hips and shoving you forward.

Landing on your pillows, you release a harsh unf, and it sounds gauche but he loves it. You barely have time to scramble onto your hands before he’s slapping your ass, stinging your cheek with the broadness of his palm. And then he cups you from behind, listening to your delighted moan.

“Wet just from that, huh?” His voice is sweet, mockingly sweet. “Just from suckin’ on daddy’s dick.”

“Baby,” Another harsh smack, one that makes you whine.

“What the fuck is my name?!” Every single fiber of your being is set alight from his tone, his words. You’ve craved his dominance for months.

“Daddy,” Chest heaving, you gulp, your smile now evident. This is exactly what you’ve wanted.

“Oh, baby…” Rubbing you with both palms, he sighs, settling his slobber-coated length between your cheeks. “Daddy loves when you listen so nicely.”

“Can you… please?”

Raising his brows, he’s intrigued by your small plea. “Please what, honey?”

“Please fuck me.” Immediately, you comply, pushing yourself back against him. “I’ve missed you so much, daddy.”

And you really have. Not having him around while experiencing these new sensations tore you apart from the inside out. You needed him here, with you at every second. You needed his love and genuine care, his doting and affectionate personality surrounding you. It wrapped you tightly in a blanket that was warm and made from love, made from everything good he’s ever had to offer. And while carrying his baby for the first time, you needed that now more than ever.

“Mm…” Moving forward, he bends over your arched form, one hand sliding over your lower belly. Softly, he cups you, the swell where his child currently grows. And then he’s rubbing the skin, fingers sliding lovingly over your small baby bump.

Whispering kindly, he asks, “How’re you feelin’, honey?” Kissing the shell of your ear, he hums his inquiry, your daddy’s soft side coming out.

His worry truly warms your heart, but you’re sick of it. You need him to handle you how he used to, touch you until you’re shaking, spank you until you’re crying.

“Can you give me a color, babycakes?”

“Green,” It’s said immediately, albeit through a shaky voice.

“You sure?” He purrs against your ear, lips grazing it.

“Yes, baby, ugh. Just, please - please do it.”

A low growl rumbles through his chest and neck, his naked torso heating your back. He needs to trust you in this. And he does, fully leaning back to his upright stance. Your lover steadies himself on his knees, sighing out a rough breath as he grabs himself in hand.

“Shit,” Muttering, he clenches his jaw with a groan. “Can already feel you shaking.”

The second he slides inside, you can’t keep your mouth shut. Inch by inch, you’re moaning for him, every sensation heightened. Your walls are sensitive and throbbing, swollen lips clinging to the thickness of him. He watches as you reach for the sheets, gasping in a tone so shrill it pierces the air.

“Baby,” Chuckling, his fingers dig into your skin. “I’m not even all the way in.”

“Fuck me, I’ve wanted this.”

“Well, I’m here, baby. Daddy’s here, he’s home and he’s with you, he’s inside you.” With one sharp shove, he’s entirely inside, having saved the last inch or so for this.

“Fuck,”

“Look at that, your slippery juices already coating me…” Instantly, he’s setting a steady pace, rubbing his cock against the warmth of your inner walls. You’re squeezing him, pulsing and just milking him. And he growls from it, briefly baring his teeth as he seethes deeply, “You want me to fuck another baby into you?”

“Oh my god,” You’re whining, maybe groaning, while pushing yourself back against him. You arch the curve of your spine as best you can, presenting yourself to him.

“Oh, baby,” That southern voice drives you mad, that deep baritone shivering across your skin. “You can’t do that to me.” He’s still now, and chuckling, broad palms massaging you in hand. But then he’s mumbling to yourself and it might as well be your favorite part about this. “Oh, daddy missed you, babycakes. Missed you so much, thought about you…”

Smiling to yourself, you hum, still completely full of him. This is everything you need, to be coddled and cooed to, held in his loving embrace.

“I want you, daddy always wants you…” Trailing off, he stares down at the space where the two of you are connecting, pulling out and returning to that steady pace, rocking you forward over your marital bed. And when you whine for him, that high noise dragging out of your throat, he all but loses it.

“Pretty fucking thing,” Slapping his hips against your backside, he grunts, eyes still glued to the way you vehemently suck him inside. “Whine for me, baby. Go on, cry for daddy.”

“Baby,” You feel electrified, lightning up from the inside out as bursts of pleasure rush through your system.

“Fat fucking ass, bouncing against me like that…” Already, he’s growling, teeth digging into his lip. And instead of just shoving himself into you, he now decides to pull you back, too, fingers securing around the divots of your hips. “C’mere, sweetheart. Come to daddy.” He whispers deeply, repeatedly pulling you back into him.

One thing Jack was undoubtedly, undeniably, and helplessly attracted to, was the weight you’ve gained during your pregnancy. And you never expected anything like it. The curves you’ve grown around your hips and thighs, your stomach, your breasts, it drove him crazy. He loved the softness of it, your smooth and plump skin. All he wanted to do with grab and bite and smack. And that’s exactly what he does.

“Fuck,” Head dropping down, you rest your face on the pillows beneath your pliant body, feeling the repeated slap of his palm across your ass. He’s watching it jiggle in his hand, watching the shockwaves roll across your body.

“Can you take it?” Jack growls in that deep, rumbly voice. “Can you take more?”

Memories of your office rendezvous suddenly pop into your head, you laying over his lap while he spanks you sore before taking a work call. Jesus Christ, how you miss that. The forceful smack, the tingling sting, and all of those sensations are coming back. But what once was pleasure now eases its way into sensitivity, Jack listening to your harsh cry. And when he hears that, his hand leaves your ass, giving you a break from his hard slaps.

“Can my sweet little slut take more?” He’s still shoving himself into you, repeatedly diving between your pretty pink lips.

“Ngh, daddy.” You can barely gasp, can barely even get a true breath in.

All Jack does is shake his head, breathless as he ruts into you from behind. “Nuh-uh, you gotta tell me.” His voice is guttural, that southern tone coming right from his chest. “C’mon babycakes, use your big girl words and tell me.”

Leaning down, Jack’s toned and flexing chest presses into you, those wonderfully soft lips pressing to your ear. “You need a break.” He decides, and he knows it’s true. “Say it to me.”

Even nearing the point of overstimulation, you’re unwilling to give in just yet. The hits he’d given your backside still radiate with pain, and the thrusts he delivers are sharp and deep. But with every whimper and grunt that punches out of your chest, Jack is demanding it.

“Tell me our safe word, baby. I know you need it.” He wants you to be able to say it when you need to, even if you’ve gone dumb from him. It’s the whole reason he agreed to let go with you, to be himself again. “Say it to me - what color do you need?”

“I, fuck,”

“Red, baby doll.” Jack reminds you softly, his breath fanning over your neck. If you need a reminder, he’ll give it. He’ll always be here to help and care for you. “Now it’s your turn, sweetie.” Even during times like this, with his pelvis relentless against the swell of your ass, he could be so patient with you.

“Daddy, it’s s-so much. Fuck, r-red, it’s red.”

In an instant, he stops, his body completely stilling. And just as quickly, he’s speaking.

“Good girl, baby, oh my goodness…” Rubbing your thighs lovingly, he sighs. “That’s such a good girl.” Sitting upright, his thick fingers swipe over your tender skin with the gentlest touch, massaging your pain away.

“Thank you, daddy.” You’re whimpering, chest heaving. And you hate that you had to give in but he was right, you needed a break. Your body’s rapid and extreme changes have been doing this to you, leaving you tired and unable to fuck Jack like you used to.

The word sounds silly, even feels silly sometimes when you say it. But it’s something completely random, something you’d never say during sex unless you, for some reason, had to. And this was one of those reasons.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, groaning. He’s still hard and leaking, still throbbing from the excitement of it all. Kissing his way down your back, he’s sweet and soft with it, his lips moving tenderly over your skin. He watches you slump down onto the mattress, but he doesn’t stop, kissing your backside and legs, all the way down to your small feet.

“You’re so precious to me, baby…” He’s whispering, laying next to your body and rubbing your back kindly. “Are you okay, sweet pea?”

Turning, you curl into his chest, feeling his warm body and nodding. “Yes, daddy.” He wraps you in his arms, welcoming you wholly, and can feel your happy grin growing on his skin.

Turning his head, he kisses your temple with a grin. “What color can you give me?”

It’s a popular system, really. Green for the all clear, the definite go-ahead. Yellow, proceed with caution. Red is a full stop. Some wonder why you don’t just say ‘red’ for your safe word, but it’s because you don’t use the color system only when you’re in the act; they’re used in any type of sexual situation between the two of you, all the way from kissing to him cumming inside you. Before your son came along, you didn’t really need these colors. You’d used them before, but it wasn’t often, not at all. But now, Jack needs the reassurance, and you’re happy to give it to him.

“Hm…” You hum pleasantly, feeling Jack caress your outer arm. “Yellow.”

“Okay,” He nods, responding sweetly, calmly, while moving to rub your back. “You want more of me, honey?”

“Yes, daddy, yes please. But, I’m just so… sore.” You hate to disappoint him.

“Oh honey, that’s not a problem.” Shaking his head, he urges you to meet his eyeline, genuine love in those warm, brown hues. “That’s okay, babycakes. You know daddy loves playing with your little pussy…” Sliding his hand down, he cups you softly, moving slowly and gently as he analyzes your response. Your color was, after all, yellow.

“You want that?”

“Yes…”

Gently, he parts your folds, rubbing the pad of his middle finger over your puffy, sensitive nub.

“You like that?” He’s speaking so quietly, so sweetly.

“Yes.”

And when he kisses your cheek, you just melt into him, settling right into those strong arms.

“You’re sore, honey?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you look down, staring at where his fingers currently disappear.

“You want daddy to kiss it better?” Leaning in, his mouth presses to your neck, tongue laving over your skin.

“Yes,” Cupping his handsome face, you bring him back to your lips. “Yes please, daddy.”

Just like that, he’s shuffling down your body, broad hands maneuvering you onto your back. And just before he nestles between your thighs, he leans down toward your belly. Sweetly, he kisses it, the space where your son is resting. It’s a smooth and sweet press of his lips, accompanied by a soft hum before he’s settling in the center of your spread legs.

“Daddy…” Almost immediately, you’re reaching for him, fingers combing through his hair once you find him.

“I love how you taste,” He murmurs, almost to himself. “So sweet with my baby inside you.”

Slowly, the wet muscle of his tongue drags up through your lips, parting them. The juices he’d coaxed out of you easily drip into his mouth, which he happily laps up. Both of his hands settle beneath your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and his lips attach themselves to you.

Soothing your pain is easy for him, it always has been. Kissing and licking your most sensitive parts after he’s fucked you raw, was an incredibly sensual experience, and not just for you. While he does it, he grinds himself into the mattress, mind and body fully enwrapped in the act. His hips rotate, just like your own, each of you seeking out the pleasure you collectively bring. It didn’t matter if one of you wasn’t being touched. If one of you was receiving pleasure, it automatically transferred to the other. And you suppose that’s what makes sex with Jack so great.

“Baby…” Gasping, your head tilts back, mouth falling agape.

Sloppily, he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hairs above his lip tickling your sensitive skin. And while distracted by that, he slips a finger between your slick lips, all the way in. Squirming, you feel his finger curl while his free arm wraps over your pelvis, taking time to avoid the baby.

“Stay still, honey…” And he says it while he’s tonguing your clit, hot mouth hanging open. “Let daddy taste it.”

But what really does it is his second finger, the thick digits stretching you once again. And when both are curling up, punching against your brightest spot, you feel like you’re going to lose it. Though, not in a way you are familiar with. You’ve never been more overwhelmed than when you have sex with your husband, he’s made you feel things no other man has had the privilege of doing before. But this is… different, it’s so different. He’s prodding into you, fingers exploring your inner channel while his mouth worships your clitoris, but instead of feeling all tingly and excited, you feel like you’re going to burst; like your approaching orgasm is something you need to let go of, rather than feel.

“B-Baby, Ja - daddy.” You’re so bewildered, you nearly say his given name. And that’s a mistake you rarely make.

Head coming up, he looks at you with worry, but his fingers don’t stop. Jack moves upward a bit, nuzzling his face against your plump chest while he hammers his digits into your sex. It’s sloppy, the sound of it loud and squishy. It’s from your spit and him but another substance is about to join in.

“What?” That deep country tone wafts into the air, thick and sweet and just like honey. “What is it, baby doll?”

“I-I feel…” You’re clinging to him, hands reaching out with your fingertips digging into his biceps.

“You’re my girl,” He suddenly whispers to you, ignoring your small, pleasurable pleas. “My perfect girl, daddy’s perfect thing.”

“Daddy,” Your lip feels wobbly, quivering slightly. Every single emotion is rushing to the surface and you’re unable to hold any of it back. You’re gasping from it, from him.

“Doing so good for me, letting daddy touch you like this, letting him taste your gorgeous little peach.” Watching you giggle quietly in the midst of it, he grins, knowing it’s from his verbiage. But then he’s bending down to kiss your chest, the peak of his tongue flicking over your nipples and you absolutely keen for him.

Heart fluttering in your chest, your mind racing and going dizzy, all you can focus on is this wonderful man. Your head tilts down, lids heavy with exhaustion and lust, seeking out his comfort. Which he instantly gives. Jack’s own mouth comes down to yours, tongue slipping past your parted lips. It entrances you further, hands pulling him in. And it’s when that hot chest presses to your own that you finally shatter from it.

Honestly, you’re shocked it hasn’t happened before, and so is he. Though he’s surprised you’re finally squirting for him, he doesn’t stop from shock, he just grins. Instantly, his head is tilting down, watching the liquid splatter his lower midsection. It gushes over his skin, your shrill cries echoing in his ears and vibrating through his head. Rapidly, he shoves his fingers in, moving against the hard push of your insides as you cum for him. And while you do, he lets you move, lets you go feral as your hips shove up off the bed, pushing further into his hand. But while Jack is focusing on your pleasure, he’s almost immune to his own. His pelvis had been resting over your thigh, rubbing against you ever so gently. And when your hot arousal coats his lower belly, he’s cumming, hips jerking as he spills onto your skin.

It only heightens the experience, everything feeling hot and sticky and wet. You can hear his heavy breaths, can hear your own, too. And suddenly, you’re crying, lips cracking into a wide grin as you breathe out a gentle laugh.

“Honey?” Head whipping around, those brown brows furrow down at you, fingers now sliding out of your lips.

“I just,” Shaking your head, you close your eyes, still keeping him close to you. “That felt so good, baby. Fuck.” Chuckling, you’re met with the beautiful sight of your husband when your lids flutter open again. “I love you.”

Jack swears that everything you do just makes him grin. You’re everything he’s ever needed. And even though your tears are that of joy, he leans in, kissing them. Pride swells in his chest, knowing that he brings out this emotion in you.

Regardless of the wetness on his hand, he lifts it up, cupping your face to bring you in for a sweet kiss. He smiles in it, and can smell you on his hand. Slowly, his lips leave your own, dragging across your face and to his hand. When his tongue pokes out, though, it’s not his hand that he licks, but your cheek.

“Baby,” Giggling, you turn your head for him, giving him a bit more access.

And here, he kisses your skin, tongue laying flat before running across it. A heavy breath fans from mouth as he does it, a wanton moan flowing into the air, too. And it’s only when he’s finished here that he turns to his hand, tongue lapping at the divots between his fingers, running over his palm and wrist.

Before you can even comment on what he’s doing, he’s coming back to you, grabbing your cheeks so harshly it briefly makes you wince. It props your lips open, his eyes staring at the beautiful picture he’s created before adding his spit. The unexpected act has your eyes rolling back, a euphoric groan emanating from your throat. It drips onto your tongue before his own is diving in, kissing you breathless and dominating you in the exact same way he has for years, and hopefully will for decades.

“Baby,” He breathes out above your face, “Babycakes, fuck… tasted so good, sweet pea. Sounded so pretty, so fuckin’ sweet.”

Your fingers comb through his dark brown hair as he showers you with praise and affection, body feeling completely at peace with him.

“Felt so goddamn good and baby, I’m so proud of you, daddy’s so proud of you sweetheart.” Again, he kisses your cheek, mumbling, “Using our safe word, just like you should.”

“Daddy,” Sniffling, you tighten your hold, both arms wrapping firmly around him. “Thank you, daddy.” You feel so emotional after such an intimate session with him, closing your eyes as you sigh against his firm chest. “You mean everything to me, daddy.”

He settles on the bed beside you, fully laying next to your warm body. You’re both becoming sticky and it just makes him grin, he loves this. He loves the life he’s built with you, loves the world you’ve made together.

“You’re my whole world, sweet cheeks.” And he really means it. You’re irreplaceable to him.

It’s been years since you lost this much sleep, and you’re sure you’ll lose more when the baby gets here. But it’s not really out of worry that you greet the moon, but more so expectation. More and more often, you find yourself here in the middle of the night, rocking in this padded chair for hours, with no one but yourself and an empty crib. It’s almost like your own little private time, just you and your son before he really gets here.

Both hands roam your belly, only covered in one of Jack’s old army shirts. It’s a deep, forest green, a color you always loved and especially on him. It always brought you comfort to wear his things, to just be surrounded by him. And here you sit, surrounded by his love, surrounded by the cute theme and sweet mementos he helped put together for your son.

He came up with the genre, the overarching theme of the nursery. And with Jack’s personality, you always knew it’d be something country. At first, you expected it to revolve around cowboys, but no. Your husband chose the simple theme of a ranch nursery. And you didn’t argue it, in fact, you fell absolutely in love with it.

You managed to add a cute touch to it here and there, cow print throw blankets on the rocking chair, cactus-shaped stuffies in the crib, and your personal favorite, a mini cowboy hat. Your son will look absolutely adorable in that. Already stealing hearts and he isn’t even here yet. You can already tell he’ll be just like his dad.

“Honey?” And just like that, his dad is calling out to you, his voice gentle as he walks the halls. “Babycakes?” Jack calls again, this time with more panic in his voice.

“I’m in here, baby.”

Turning the corner, he steps into the nursery with a tired grin. “There she is.”

The room is lit dimly, with only the lamp on to light Jack’s way. You have one of the cow print throw blankets over your lap as you rock back and forth with gentle sways. And when you hear his words, you smile. He’s very clearly tired, his forehead wrinkled slightly with bags resting under his eyes. And still, he greets you kindly, even if it is three in the morning.

“Gorgeous thing,” Jack’s voice is strained just a bit, scratchy from his lack of sleep. “What’re you doin’ in here?”

With a soft grunt, he takes a seat on the floor. Resting right beside your feet, he reaches out, grabbing one and ushering it onto his lap before rubbing the sole.

All you can do is shrug, glancing down at him. Met with those kind brown eyes, he offers a sympathetic look, one that’s groggy but kind. “How’s my baby?” He knows you’re thinking about the one inside you.

“I don’t know, really. I’m not worried… I guess I’m feeling impatient.”

Your husband chuckles. “You want him here already.”

Again, you shrug, smiling down at your belly. “Maybe… I just can’t wait to hold him.” Your voice is hush, as if he’s sleeping at this very second.

“I know; I’m excited to meet him.” Nodding, Jack leans in, kissing the top of your foot before switching to the other. And when he does, he takes a look around the room, noticing a few different things. More decorations have been opened and organized, more baby clothes and diapers have been put away, and the boxes and garbage from all the unwrapping has been taken care of, too.

“Oh, wow.” He murmurs, eyeing the room’s newest details and additions. “It’s looking so much better in here, baby.”

“Thanks,” You grin, shoulders lifting with glee. And then you’re turning and pointing to the crib. “Look at the little cactus stuffies!”

As soon as you say it, he’s laughing. “You’re so cute, baby.” Shaking his head, he perks up a bit, gazing between the slats of the crib. “I see ‘em.”

Looking into the empty crib, you’re suddenly worried about the memories this might bring back for him, memories of his unborn son, Rhett. But when you turn your head back to him, you see nothing but happiness and that handsome grin.

“You’re already such a good mother, honey.” And he says it so pridefully, hands sliding around your foot as he massages away your pain. “Before we know it, he’ll be here. And we’ll be starin’ at our baby instead of these cactus stuffies.” He teases, fingertips tickling your skin.

“Oh, speaking of the cactus stuffies, they came today along with some other packages.”

“What ones?” Jack inquires, eyes returning to you.

Smiling with pride, your heart flutters in your chest, knowing the finishing piece of baby Daniels’ nursery is finally here. “The sign with his name.”

A zap of excitement rushes through your husband’s system, instantly eager to hang it up above the crib. But he knows both of you need sleep, and that an easy Sunday morning will be the perfect time to do it. So, he can wait until tomorrow for that.

“I can’t wait to put that up in here.” He’s smiling so brightly that his dimple is showing, and all you want to do is cup his handsome face and kiss that little divot. “Why don’t we hang it up after breakfast, babycakes?”

“Sounds like a plan, daddy.”

Content with your response, he stands, holding out his hand. “C’mon then, sugar. Let’s get back to bed.”

“Okay, but can I show it to you first?”

“‘Course you can.”

Taking his hand, you lead him toward the closet where the sign now sits. It’s propped up against one of the doors, and you just love it. It’s the perfect size and color, the font came out just right, and the cactus accents match the ones in his crib.

“Oh wow, honey. This looks amazing.”

“It’s better than I thought it would be honestly. I didn’t know if the color would match the walls.”

“It’s gonna look so good hung up.” Jack comments, smiling. His hand tightens around your own, heart beating with affection. After all these years, he’s finally going to be a dad.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you and lil’ Jay to bed.”

#Daddyyy #I've missed you so much #omg #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey x you #Agent Whiskey x reader #Agent Whiskey x female reader #Agent Whiskey smut #Agent Whiskey fluff

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ok-anon · 1 year

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Agent Whiskey Multi-Part Help!

So y'all know when I've written 4 pages of just an outline- it's gonna be rough. I just wanna make our cowboy s a d. SO per my last post, looking for other pedro!writers who might be willing to look over/collab on some ideas for this piece bc I need motivation lmao. Message me!

Also, the greatest motivation is knowin y'all are interested so lmk!

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heyhilana · 8 months

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New Story

Hi lovelies! I went on a bit of a hiatus since I needed a break from writing for a little while. The burnout was strong, and now I feel much better. With that being said, I have a new story coming out today at 1 p.m. PST. :) It's a Whiskey story and the reader is flexible, so I hope you all enjoy it. <3

#lana things #pedro pascal #pedropascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #agent whiskey smut #pedro pascal x reader #agentwhiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey fluff #agent whiskey

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handspunyarns · 3 months

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I haven’t updated my story You Were Marked for the past couple of weeks because I’ve been ill — just your usual winter cold with extreme amounts of phlegm — but I’ve been doing a lot of spinning on the Nandalorian instead!

#the mandalorian #bonnie bee’s bitchin’ handspun yarns #handspunwool #handspun yarn #come again?#agent whiskey fluff #agent whiskey

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avenging-fandoms · 1 year

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Pedro Pascal Masterlist

***some links do not work :( please inbox me if you need help navigating a fic!

SMUT:

Call Him Daddy

All for Me?

Soft Lover

Mando's Kinks

Friends with Benefits on Narcos

Trying for a Baby

Fingered to Tears

Degrading

Fucking Enemies

Cowboy Hat Rule - Agent Whiskey

Obsessed - Javier Pena

The First Time - Din Djarin

My Toy - Din Djarin

Inexperienced - Oberyn Martell

Punished - Joel Miller

FLUFF:

Movies and Edibles

Rain at the beach

Pretty

Stay with Me

New Years

Pretty Boy

Southern Accent

Proud

Accidentally Spotted

Welcome Home

Spanish

Cleaning his Glasses

Admiration

I'm Home!

Wink Wink

I'll Keep You Warm

Bad Day

Physical Touch

Unexpected Christmas Together

Nervous Mistletoe

Costume Change

Sugar Daddy

Drunk in Love

Power's out

Do I Look Pretty? - Dad!Pedro

New Neighbor - Agent Whiskey

Home - Marcus Moreno

Cat's Out of the Bag - Marcus Moreno

Sleepy - Din Djarin

First Kiss - Din Djarin

I Love You - Din Djarin

In This Together - Din Djarin

A Well Needed Hug - Din Djarin

You Can Stay - Javier Pena

Is This Your Shirt? - Javier Pena

Dating - Joel Miller

First Kiss - Joel Miller

Oh Baby - Joel Miller

Oh Baby - Joel Miller - Part 2

Nicknames - All Characters

ANGST:

Lasso - Agent Whiskey

Helping Hand - Din Djarin

Save me - Joel Miller

Memories - Part 1

Memories - Part 2

MISC.:

Husband!Pedro moodboard

Instagram

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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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This Morning ☕️🌅

Summary: Mornings with your Cowboy.

Warnings: AFAB!reader, Female identifying!reader.

A/N: sorry I’ve been MIA folks, my family has been going through it. Posting Friday for Whiskey Sunrise. Also, my links are gonna take 45 years to fix but I’m on vacation so I’ll fix it I swear!

Pedro Masterlist

You woke to a strangely quiet house. With three children all under the age of five, the quiet you were being treated to was a little unsettling, reaching a tired hand back to smack your husband to go check on the kids, you find his side of the bed empty. You look at the time and, shit. You’ve been allowed to sleep in.

By this time, you are normally hips deep in chores, babies strapped to your chest and a giggling four year old yelling for you to “come see me feed the horsey mama!” You looked in the kitchen for signs that anyone made breakfast and found none, you started the coffee pot and contemplated food options. Eggs? Nah. No way you could get Daisy to eat that. Bagels? No cream cheese, you never went to the store. Cinnamon rolls it is then. You pull and place each little roll onto a baking sheet and indulge in the rich earthy scent of the coffee brewing in the pot, humming a simple tune whilst you dance around the kitchen. When the cinnamon rolls are finally in the oven, you go to find your family.

You take time to slip into the wool socks, pulling on jeans and boots, a Henley and a beanie, and one of Jack’s big work jacket with a flannel lining. It’s comfy and your whole body is warm and relaxed when you grab the two travel mugs and head out to find your family. It’s getting down in the fall, the trees are bare and you’re in the stage where the wind is cool enough in the morning for winter but that sun in the afternoon keeps it warm enough to keep the frost at bay. You check the chickens, they��ve been fed. You check the barn, the horses are let out. You then walk along the fence until you catch sight of your family and sure enough, there they are.

“Good mornin’ darlin!” You hear him call when you’re about halfway up the fence.

“Well howdy cowboy!” You call back with a giggle.

“I was hoping you’d sleep a little longer.” He chuckles, starting to meet you half way. You could see that Daisy was riding Sazzerac with Tequila sat behind her, and Coke was following her around the pen like the great big horse would be able to stop her falling off if it came down to it.

“Ah, I see, riding lessons meant extra help with the chores.” You giggle. “No, an extra 20 minutes of sleep for me might as well be an extra twelve hours as I see it. I got cinnamon rolls in the oven,” you raise your voice so Tequila can hear you, “I reckon there’s plenty enough to pay the helpful instructor.”

“Thank you hot stuff!” Tequila yells from the back of the horse and Daisy squeals.

“Hands off Tequila, these are my ladies, get your own!” Jack shouts back and Tequila laughs.

“No! She’s mine!” Tequila hugs an arm around Daisy and makes an evil laugh, galloping the horse back towards the house.

“Well, there goes our girl, running off with a cowboy just like her momma!” You laugh, “Hey, where are my other babies?” You look at him curiously, just seeing him and his Stetson standing there.

“Ah! Right.” You look at him curiously as he unzips his jacket to reveal the two baby’s strapped to his chest and zipped in his fluffy coat, sleeping soundly.

Your heart physically aches at the sight, their two tiny brown heads tucked up into his chest and sleeping soundly in the sling he wore to carry them. They were so snug in there, little cheeks flushed with sleep and their fuzzy curls framing their faces. Upon closer examination when you leaned in to kiss their foreheads and coo, you almost died of cuteness at one little detail.

“Jack, they’re holding hands.” You cooed, stroking their cheeks and kissing their hands.

“I know, been doing it all morning. They were wide awake ‘till I zipped my jacket to keep em’ a little warmer and then they were out like a light.” He chuckles, slinging an arm around you and ushering you back towards the house, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“That’s so cute I can’t stand it.” You chuckled, tearing up a bit with the force of how much you loved your little family. “And you! That is the most attractive thing you’ve ever done hands down. I don’t know why I think it’s so hot, but you sir, are gonna get it later.” You wink when you finally make it to the steps, standing two above him and kissing your startled cowboy with ferocity, leaving him to gawk on the steps.

When you finally jogged into the house, you found Tequila sitting at the island with Daisy, coloring in a Bluey coloring book contentedly while he sipped on coffee from a mug that said ‘World’s Sexiest Cowboy’ and she sipped some milk from a bright pink cup with unicorns on it. To your surprise, Ginger was also sat at the island, laptop open and keys clacking away.

“Well! I got the whole fam damnily in my kitchen this morning! Hi there Ginge!” you smile, squeezing the woman in a hug while you went to retrieve the cinnamon rolls. Your friend snorts and squeezes you back before going back to her typing.

“Bacon anyone?” You grin as Jack finally wanders into the house in a daze, leaving his hat and coat at the door. He looks like he’s been struck by lightning, and with that kiss he might as well have been. He walks up to you as one of the baby’s makes that little infant growl and you chuckle watching lavender rub her face angrily against her dad’s chest.

“Sorry sweet pea, noting coming from there.” You chuckle plucking her from the carrier, she growls again and her legs fold up in that newborn scrunch, her tiny hands flying up towards her face as she stretches. “Oh big stretch!” You chuckle, settling her against your chest before beginning to feed her, not bothering to shield yourself in your own home, you walk around with her eating while you pull out the necessary tools for bacon and eggs.

“Oh no, here goes baby number two.” Jack chuckles as Violet starts to gurgle in her spot as well, he pulls her out and she scrunched up too, giving a particularly fierce growl and a big yawn in the process.

“Oh my little Lion!” Jack groans with the baby, trading you when her sister seems to have had her fill, allowing you to begin to feed the other baby. You scrambled the eggs and put the bacon on a wire rack in the oven, letting it crisp up while Ginger helped Daisy ice the cinnamon rolls, and Jack and Tequila looked over mission plans. Once breakfast had been served up and bellies well fed, you settled into your cleanup routine. Daisy was playing in the living room, and the babies were each being held by one of the agents at the table while they fought sleep, alternating as seemed fit. Everyone was happy and content in their little routines, and you were singing a tune while drying the dishes.

When your tune finished and all the dishes were put away, you looked around and all three little ones were asleep…and so was Tequila.

“Did Tequila?” Your whispered giggle makes Jack smirk.

“Yeah, almost immediately.” Ginger giggles, stroking the soft head of Violet and placing a kiss there.

“Oh goodness.” You giggle and snap a picture of the super spy once again crashing with one of your children asleep on his chest.

“They’re like little pillows of melatonin.” Jack chuckles, reaching out to take the baby from his snoozing best friend, who grumbles and bats his hand away.

“S’my turn.” He mumbles sleepily, adjusting Lavender up under his chin. “Snuggle buddy.”

“Okay Hoss, but when she pees through her diaper you don’t come crying to me.” Jack laughs, getting up to go put Daisy down in your bed for a nap.

You step onto the porch with your second cup of coffee and watch Tequila and Ginger out once they’ve placed their respective cuddle buddies in their cradle. The peaceful silence of the mid morning surrounds your little family and you smile, enjoying the calm of the stillness.

Jack watches you for a moment then. Drinking your coffee, eyes following mother and foal as they meander across the field. Tracing each individual feature lovingly as if they were gonna disappear. You are so beautiful to him. The soft curve of your belly and your breasts speaking of the beautiful gift you’ve given him in your children. The hands that have wiped his tears and built this life with him. The smile that takes his breath away every time he sees it. The eyes that see straight to the heart of him no matter how hard he tries to hide himself from the world. You are his world. The center of his universe, and he is yours.

“Darlin? I hope every morning for the rest of our lives is exactly like this one.” He sighs, burying a hand in your hair. You feel yourself preen at his touch, soaking up all of his caressed with glee.

“I don’t.” You shrug, burrowing your face happily in his chest.

“No?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your crown.

“No, I love living life with you. When it’s messy and complicated, that’s when it’s most fun. I wanna see you grow old, wanna go to birthdays, and weddings, and first days of schools, and graduations, with you. I want to live everyday with you. I don’t need a calm life, I just need you.” Jack could feel his heart swelling with pride at your complete love of him. Your every moment of trust. God he loves you. “Days like this are nice though.” You grin and he laughs.

“Yes they are baby, yes they are.”

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