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Snooping around masterlists today, & I find this lil gem?! OMG, so perfect. Jack as a pressure captain?! This is sooo perfect. ::sigh::... let's pillage & plunder together, baby 😌
First of all congrats once again on the milesone bby!!! for the sleepover can I as a micro drabble for jack and pirate AU ?? honestly at first I was going to ask for frankie but jack just felt like a better fit fbfgb love u <333
Sil my love! I had the time of my life sailing the seas with Pirate!Jack. Inevitably, this Captain Jack is partly inspired by the OG Captain Jack Sparrow and POTC. I loved POTC fanfic back in the day, so thank you so much for sending this prompt!
Jack Daniels x pirate AU
Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 889 words | warnings: non-graphic mentions of violence, angst, childhood sweethearts, mention of arranged marriage, historical romance
The last time you saw him was seven years ago, when you hurled words dipped in hurt and teenage venom at him as he held you, his beat-up leather bag at his feet by the water.
‘I need to go and earn my fortune, or your father will never let you marry me. Can’t you understand that?’ he pleaded with you.
‘We can run away!’ you insisted, your cheeks streaked with ugly tears.
He shook his head, kissing you on your forehead. ‘I want you to have a life you deserve, and I can’t give it to you if I don’t do this.’
Taking off the only thing he has of value - his mother’s gold ring set on a chain - he slipped it over your head and kissed you one last time.
‘I’ll come back for you. Wait for me, darlin’.’
You stand on that very same dock now. You’ve grown up. You’re taller, sadder, and you wear your melancholy like a shroud. You’re set to sail across the seas to England, a country you’ve never set foot on; and to marry your betrothed, a man you’ve never met.
You’re numb, resigned to your fate. Jack is dead. Or he’s found someone else, married and happy in a distant, exotic land. It doesn’t make a difference either way.
His mother’s ring, the only thing you have left of him, hangs between your breasts, digging into your skin under your corset, the same place it’s been all these years.
Your chambermaid asks gently, ‘Are you ready, my lady?’
You nod.
And you walk the plank.
The sound of cannon fire jolts you violently out of your sleep, and you bolt up from your uncomfortable little cot. It sounds like hell unleashed up on deck above, the sound of boots and violence right on top of your head.
Your chambermaid bursts into your room with one of your coats in her hands.
‘What’s happening?’ you ask frantically.
‘Pirates!’ she screams.
She throws the coat over your shoulders, and you hastily pull on a pair of boots. Once you’re decent, a lieutenant appears to escort you both to safety.
It’s bedlam above. The bitter tinge of gunpowder stings your eyes and nose, the smell of blood turns your stomach, and then the screams and the clang of swords - the lieutenant presses a hand to the back of your head so you’re looking at your feet as you sprint across deck, or you surely would have fainted.
Your entourage makes it to the back of the ship, where one of the rowing boats is ready to be lowered into the water - when you hear a gun being cocked at the back of your head.
‘Not so fast, darlin’.’
Darlin’.
You’d know that voice anywhere.
Your chambermaid shrieks in fright when the lieutenant falls onto the floor from a blunt crack of the butt of a pistol against his head.
Slowly, you turn around.
His eyes are the same. The same brown, but now, there are lines around them and creases at the corners. He’s obviously seen a lot of sun, freckles and marks pepper his face, and curls peek from underneath the wide-brimmed hat he wears. Behind him, you see the looming figure of a ship flying the unmistakable black flag of a skull with two swords underneath it.
Jack grins at you. ‘Hello, darlin’.’
You walk straight up to him and slap him across the face, with everything you got. From the corner of your eye, you see the other bedraggled pirates gasp at your bold action as his head whips to one side at the force.
But he only grins wider and pulls you into him by your wrists. He smells of the sea, musky, with the distinct whiff of ocean salt.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ you spit at him, your traitorous eyes brimming with tears.
He clucks teasingly. ‘What a tongue you’ve got on you now, darlin’.’
You shove at him with your whole body, but he barely budges. ‘Fuck you, Jack. I waited for you, and you never came back for me.’
He cocks his head to one side. ‘I did come back for you, darlin’, I was at our hometown but three days ago - only to be told that you were on your merry way to marry some landed gentry across the sea. And that simply won’t do - I’m a pirate darlin’, and I don’t share what’s mine.’
You scoff. ‘I’m not yours, Jack. You lost me when you left me seven years ago.’
‘It’s Captain Jack to you, thank you very much,’ he retorts playfully, unfazed by your ire. You gasp when he unceremoniously rips open the lapels of your coat, and one rough fingertip trails down your bare neck, curling around the delicate gold chain that you never take off.
His eyes soften at the sight of his mother’s ring. ‘You lie so well, you’ll make an excellent pirate yourself, darlin’.’
Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, you kiss him hard, his big hands gripping your waist, crushing you into his embrace. Brushing his nose against yours, he pulls back.
‘I should’ve asked you all those years ago,’ he says, regret colouring his words. ‘Will you marry me?’
You palm his cheek, grinning through tears. ‘Yes, my captain, a thousand times yes.’
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Dragged + SG1?
Less angsty, but more in the spirit of the show with angst and humor.
Jack found it moderately hilarious how many people thought of Daniel as small. Perhaps it was the bulky uniform jackets that never seemed to fit quite right (because Daniel never paid attention to the sizing), or the fact that he stood next to Teal’c and Jack, or maybe the glasses distracted them from the fact that Daniel was six feet tall and arguably in better shape than most.
Clearly, they had never dragged a semi-conscious Daniel through a jungle planet.
“You’re lucky you’re my favorite, Daniel,” Jack grumbled, stumbling over another root. “Or I’d be coming back for you later.”
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by the firelight {jack daniels x reader}



Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Reader
Summary: You enjoy a rustic dinner with your sweet cowboy.
Word Count: 637
Warnings: food, consumption of food, teasing banter, established relationship, hint of spice, nothin' too serious!
A/N: this was such a fun lil thing to make for the charcuterie board challenge hosted by @happypedrohours. i got jack and gouda for my wonderful pairing and i hope i did it justice!
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The heat from the campfire is sweltering; causing sweat to bloom in the backs of your knees, across the brow of your forehead, the spaces beneath your chest. All of your skin sensitive to the touch as it doesn’t seem to cool down like the man tending to the pot over the fire had claimed. The sun was setting but yet it wasn’t take the heat along with it, if anything it was only settling lower to the land.
“Food should be ready in a few, just want the cheese to get all crispy on top. Know you like a good crunch, don’t you sugar?” The twang of the man’s voice pulls you from your reverie, eyes lifting from the flames licking at the bottom of the grill plate and to the broad stretch of his shoulders in a plain white shirt. The man in question is turned to face you, the profile of his face stark against the brightness lighting him up from behind. His brow is raised in a teasing manner, his lips quirked up equally so.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Oh c’mon, sugar. This was the only time we could get away and you know it.”
You purse your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of agreement. But he was right, the ranch was busier than ever. His rodeo shows selling out and putting extra work on everyone, summer settling in nicely as the solstice finally dawns the season. It would be a busy one, his name making papers and articles online, everyone clamoring for a piece of the ‘Cowboy Wonder’, his photos holding his own atop a bucking horse everywhere bringing families and fawning women in droves.
The sharp scent of smoked chipotle catches your attention as it wafts in the steam from the closed pot, your face showing surprise. You knew he had run to the store that morning as you lay in bed, tired from the long workday of tending to the horses and then riding your own, both in the show and in the privacy of your shared home. The deal was you gather and keep track of the camping supplies while he gets the food and packs up the truck.
“Is that…?”
“Smoked chipotle gouda, you betcha!”
“Jack…” You can’t help the whine of your voice, that particular cheese was expensive. He had the money, you both did, but while you did enjoy the simple things in life, that was beginning to slowly shift as gifts and endorsements rolled in, ticket sales skyrocketing and higher cuts added to your checks. The ranch you worked for doing their best to keep you both happy as they gained renown.
But Jack is standing, placing the pot onto the small camping table he had set up beside the fire for him to chop and mix up stuff. His trademark stenson placed on the picnic table your seated at as he sidles up close to you. His large, calloused hands are cupping your face and his eyes are trained solely on you even as the sounds of the campsite ramp up all around, it truly was dinner time. You melt, much like the beloved cheese over what you were sure was his mother’s famous chili recipe bubbling in the pot. The flare of worry at the minor fortune spent on something he knew you liked waning as you feel him press a comforting kiss to your forehead, the hat you donned already removed.
“Only the best for my sugar. Nothing else will do.” He’s pressing his lips to your cheek, moustache tickling but you couldn’t care less as heat begins to consume you from the inside out. The feel of his hands around your waist, the press of his chest to your own, the breath he’s sharing with you now, all of it was worth it. The heat of the day turns into the heat of two bodies as the sun dips even lower, casting periwinkle and cotton candy pink streaks across the evening sky.
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F1 Drivers that I think would date some plus sized queens and how I think it would go
Carlos Sainz

- I can't explain why, but I feel like Carlos is already an ass man and with his personality he seems like the guy to love when his girl was squishy. Maybe like a fit plus size queen like they go to the gym together and stuff, but she's still thicker than a Snicker like Ashley Graham without the boobs (TBH that's specifically my body type and all the plus size queens with the boobs get love, but were is the love our itty bitty bitty plus size babes?) if you have the boobs sis he would love it too; just wanted to give some representation for my body type cause I know I can't be the only one out here like this! - Would constantly come up to you saying "I shall call her squishy and she shall be my squishy" before wrapping you in such a great hug and peppering you with kisses (come guys I can so see this like AAGHH) - If you're tall and a plus queen I think he would also be totally down for that too! We need some tall plus size love too man :) - He knows that you probably can't wear his clothes or that if you can that they don't fit oversized like he knows you would find cute so he orders some hoodies a size or two too large and keeps "accidentally" leaving them around you. - Krispy Kreme has nothing on this man, he is hot and ready for you all the time - Summer is his favorite time because seeing you prance around in those shorts that ride up your ass have this man so distracted that he is a danger to himself and humanity - Hand on the ass ALL the time (y'all can't argue with me on this one okay) - He loves to lay on you whenever possible - You are his human pillow now - Carlos Sainz is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me other wise!
Mick Schumacher

- If I were to picture our precious Mick with anyone else other than a beautiful tall plus size sweetheart it just wouldn't fit in my mind - He is such a boob guy like there's literally even no denying it (~starts crying in itty bitty titty committee~), but if you were less blessed in the chest I think Mick would still love it cause he is an angel - Mick is a sweetheart who has been through a lot, you provide him a sense of comfort and love when you pull him for one of your ever constant and always soft hugs (you never let go before he does because sometimes he just needs to hold you and that's okay) - You're like the Anna to his Kristoff (Frozen anyone?!) sweet, fun, adventurous, with a little side of chaos - He will kiss every single freckle, scar, and stretch mark on your entire body, in fact he makes it his life mission to do so - Sometimes he steals your sweatpants cause y'all are pretty much the same height and he loves having the extra room from the size difference - One time he stole a pair of your Juicy sweatpants to wear around the house and didn't realize the butt had JUICY bedazzled on it until his mom pointed out when she came over to visit for dinner - Mick loves to snuggle with you while you sleep, but he always falls asleep with his hand on your boob - You make him smile so much the boys started teasing him telling him he should try to get Crest toothpaste as a sponsor - Mick is major on cockwarming and if he had it your way he would never leave the warmth of your walls
Daniel Riccardo

- I feel it in my bones that Danny is an ass man - He is constantly sending up little prayers of thank you to whoever invented leggings and compression shorts - Daniel loves when you steal his button ups to wear around the house with nothing else because even though they aren't quite oversized it's the fact that seeing you wear his clothes and seeing your ass at the same time as poor Danny boy wound up tighter than a Jack in the box - You know they do say that cowboys tend to like their women like molasses, sweet and thick and well as bad as Danny wishes he was cowboy he makes sure to follow that rule -Save a horse ride a cowboy anyone? - He swears he's died and gone to heaven when he looks down into your innocent doe eyes every time you suck him off - You guys have matching sweatsuits for movie nights (secretly he loves it) - Danny just gives off the vibe of loving if you were tall too like it's giving off power couple vibes - He actually steals your hoodies because they're so soft and smell like your perfume - He loves when you rest your head on his shoulder like he actually smiles a kid getting to meet Santa for the first time - Is constantly giving you forehead kisses because he doesn't have to bend down and he loves seeing your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he does
Jack Doohan

- first off there's not enough Jake Doohan love on this platform and I am determined to fix that sweethearts - Okay IDK if it's just my experience, but it's always the skinny, tall white boys getting with these plus size queens and Jack is no exception - I'm not really sure if Jack is a thigh or an ass man more, but I'm totally getting those vibes you know - He already loves surfing and spending anytime in water that he can and now he gets the added bonus of seeing your beautiful figure in his second favorite amount of clothes for you (the first is when you're butt ass naked) - I can't explain it, but I am very much going with the theory that these Australian boys love themselves some tall plus babes (if you're short I'm sure they would like you too baby it's just the vibe I'm getting okay) - He always holds the door for you because he's a gentleman duh, but he also gets to look at that world shattering ass and those beautiful thighs of yours - This man loves you more than a southern granny loves her biscuits and gravy - Jack loves not having to look too far down to see, if he even has to look down at all TBH because let's be real here couples with a height difference especially a big height difference one of the poor love bugs always ends up with back problems - No lie he reminds me of Johnny from Hotel Transylvania like he'll try to be smooth with you, but you keep this man so flustered that sometimes he doesn't know what to do with hisself - Jack 100% loves to snuggle with you on the beach; He's sitting between your legs leaned up against you while you read your book - He loves to take you doggy style (he has Pierre to thank for the idea after that interview) - Always is pulling you into his lap during movies, make-out sessions because he loves having you straddle him
I have no true evidence to back up these theories, but going strictly off of vibes. I am convinced our bros would be down to date some plus size queens, especially some tall ones ;) Please feel free to leave feedback below!
All photos are from Pinterest!
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Whiskey w/ Autistic S/O Drabble
SFW
CW: Talks of Self Loathing, Anxiety, Sensory Overload, ASD
Coming home from the busy store had you overwhelmed. Arriving home you put the groceries down, but before putting them away, you run to your bedroom to change into your comfiest pair of lounge clothes.
On your way back to the kitchen, you get stopped by your handsome husband, Jack.
“Hey, darling, what’s wrong?” He had that caring look on his face and it almost made you break out into a sob.
“Im just so overwhelmed! All the noises from the crowds shopping and the terrible fluorescent lights it just kills me!” You start to hiccup, “a-and-and it’s embarrassing! I wish I could function like a normal person for once!” You wrap your arms around yourself, putting pressure on your chest.
“Oh, hunny. It’s okay to be different, I love you no matter what.” He gave his lopsided smile before brightening up. “Now what do you need me to do? Would you like your space or would you like my help?”
You swung your arms out in a ‘hug me’ gesture and whined “I need you, Jack.”
He hugged you, putting pressure in between your shoulder blades to help calm you.
When your relationship became serious and you told him about your autism, he decided to look up some resources to help care for you. He found out about the pressure hug that helps reduce the fight or flight response.
You know how much whiskey reminds you that you don’t need to be insecure about your struggles and it has really helped you come out of your shell.
“I love ya, darling. You’re safe with me.” He set a soft kiss on your forehead.
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𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋⁷⁷⁷ㅤ
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first of all CONGRATS ON 1K BBY!!! You're amazing and deserve 10k more!!! may I ask for a blind drabble 25 and 40 with ezra please 👀👀
… Never Really Ends in Vegas
Wildemaven 1k Celebration
Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader
Warnings: 18+ Blog; Allusions to sex; no actual act, annoyance of a mustached man, talks of divorce, accidental marriage
A/N: Sweet Sil had picked Ezra, but I’ve never seen Prospect and didn’t feel like I could write for him with out knowing his character— so she gave me free reign on the character
Prompts: "I can't smile at you, I'm mad." / "I'm annoyed, to say it mildly."
Part 1
“This was the last time, no more!” Your breath short ragged puffs, your mind slowly regaining a grip on the reality of the situation at hand.
Wanting to escape this musky sex filled apartment and the mustached man whom you can’t seem to shake, you decide to quit your stalling, throwing the wrinkled top sheet from your dewy, depleted body to make a break for the door. And you almost make it out of the bed, until two large arms are wrapping around your naked torso, pulling you back against a warm broad chest.
“See, you say that every time Darlin’, and each time I have a hard time believing’ ya.” Jack murmurs into the crook of your neck. “When you gonna admit you like this thing we got goin’ on?”
“There’s nothing to admit. It happened a few times and now it’s done— no more.” Your voice is laced with irritation, fighting the urge to stay and succumb to his convincing ways.
“Do I sense some anger there, Darlin’?” He noses at your cheek, a kiss to your temple, his large hand tipping your face back to him, pressing a lazy kiss to your already kissed-out lips.
"I'm annoyed, to say it mildly.” You mutter against his plush pout. “I have to go, one of us has to make enough money to pay for this annulment.”
You extricate yourself from his arms, grabbing the clothes thrown about the room, pulling them on one by one, fixing your appearance in the mirror that hangs above his dresser.
“Hey, how ‘bout you give me one of those gorgeous smiles of yours before you leave, let Jack know yer not mad at him for forgetting again.” He stares affectionately at your reflection from where he’s still laying in bed, propped up on one elbow and bedsheets draped over his hips.
“I can't smile at you, I'm mad." Grabbing your purse and keys from the dresser, the sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floors as you head for the front door. “You better be at the courthouse tomorrow, Jack!”
Leaning over the edge of the bed to watch your retreating form, he shouts before you’re able to slam the door shut, “Same time and place next week, Darlin’?”
Part 3
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Today I woke up craving for your Jack Daniels🙈
Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader
Summary: Jack gives you something to think of him
Warnings: fluff and angst
0.7k words
You hadn't seen Jack for roughly two weeks when he walked through the door of your apartment. Even if he had slowed down his load of missions to attend, there were still a couple that Champ only trusted him to do so which always made your heart clench in anxiety, worry and pain at how much you truly missed him. It was his job, you knew it, but you couldn't help being that attached to your cowboy, he was the love of your life - you realized it soon in your relationship - so the moment he came back to you, all you could do was to drop everything you were doing and rush to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting his arms around your body, lifting you up gently, so glad to come home to his sugar.
"Hey sugar" he said the moment he pulled you down. He was looking handsome, just as he always did, his hair was a little messy, his hat had been tackled down and though you could see the tiredness into his eyes, the smile wouldn't fade. His hands squeezed your waist gently as he pecked your lips, no words needed at that moment, all you wanted was each other's presence and warmth. He felt so glad to be home, each time he had to leave for a mission was harder and harder to him, as the years passed by he could tell he wasn't as young to spend days and sometimes weeks on end on dangerous jobs, but he had never had a reason to come back home to, not after his first wife passed away. However, when he met you, something changed inside of him and he knew he didn't want an erratic life anymore, he wanted a safe, nine to five Statesman job so he could go back home to you every night.
"I missed you so much, my cowboy" you said as you broke the kiss and stroked his cheek, "I didn't know you would be back tonight, otherwise I would've made you something good for dinner" you said but the cowboy pecked your lips once more
"Don't worry sugar, I don't need anything else but you, besides, I want you all for myself, not trapped in the kitchen" he pulled you once more, faster this time, making you bump into his body and groan softly before he could kiss you again.
You could spend the whole night in that cowboy's arms, but Jack broke the kiss and caressed your face gently
"I got something for you, sugar" he said sweetly and got a jewelry box from his pocket, handing it to you and closely watching your reaction, hoping you would like it. As you opened the box, a beautiful and delicate golden necklace was seen, with a gorgeous pendant in the shape of a horse. You gasped at how unexpected but lovely present you just got, noticing a slight pink shade spreading across his cheeks
"I love it, Jack, it's gorgeous… thank you my cowboy" you grinned and handed it to him, lifting your hair up so he could help you put it on, which he gladly did, resting his hands on your shoulder and leaving a peck on your neck, you giggled at the goosebumps you felt over your skin and smiled
"I'm glad you like it sugar, I want you to wear it when I'm not around, so you'll think of me, what do you say? Keep it next to your heart so your cowboy will be there as well, will you?" He looked at you with the softest gaze you'd ever seen. You nodded and kissed him.
"Don't worry about it, cowboy, you are already in my heart but I'll keep it with me forever" you promised him.
Good thing you did it, because when Jack never returned from that secret mission in Cambodia and all you got from Statesman was a box containing all his belongings he'd left in the office, you gripped your pendant at night, eyes shut closed as you thought of him and how much you loved your cowboy. He would always stay in your heart, just like your horse made of gold, and when you cried yourself to sleep at night, you silently prayed for a miracle one day, so he could return to you.
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A/N: I'm so so so so sorry besties, I didn't mean to write that, but it came out before I even realized it, now that I've broken my own heart I need to write something happy to fix it 😭😔
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Hozier Drabble Challenge Masterlist
Howdy folks!
Welcome to the Hozier Drabble Challenge. Each writer was given a song and a pedro boy and challenged to write a drabble based on that. Please heed the warnings on each fic! Happy Reading!
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The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To by @freelancearsonist - Joel
In a Week by sweetercalypso - Marcus Pike
Sedated by @luxurychristmaspudding - Dave
Cherry Wine by @julesonrecord - Whiskey
It Will Come Back by @beskarandblasters - Max Phillips
Foreigner's God by kewwrites - Dave
Work Song by @eupheme - Dave
Like Real People Do by fhatbhabie - Frankie
Wasteland, Baby
Talk Refined by @ohforficsake - Ezra
Sunlight by @lotusbxtch
Nina Cried Power
Moment's Silence by sp00kymulderr - Oberyn
From Eden
From Eden by planet-marz1 - Dieter
Unreal, Unearth
Butchered Tongue by blind-assassin-12 - Din
Given a Name by @missredherring - Oberyn
De Selby Part 1 by beardedjoel - Frankie
Eat Your Young by jksprincess10 - Marcus Moreno
Damage Gets Done by burntheedges - Max Phillips
Unheard
Too Sweet by missredherring - Din
Fare Well by @nerdieforpedro - Dieter
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Hi Emma! No pressure, but if it sparks joy for you (or another emotion):
How about Mr. Jack Daniels and 36 - "Tragic. That outfit is a disaster."
"What? What?" Your sides shaking in suppressed laughter, you try, and fail to explain.
"Darlin." Jack's aggrieved huff is enough for you to shake your head and do your best to pull it together.
"Sorry!" You exhale a shaky laugh and gather yourself. "I'm sorry I know they're probably tactical or whatever, it's just-" Any progress you've made vanishes as Jack puts his disapproving hands on his hips and that terrible blue fabric actually swishes. The only word Jack manages to catch between your sobs of laughter is "snowpants."
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Instagram ads getting a little too specific for me like …
But can Darlin’ wear this for cowboy Jack pretty please 🥺
As Champ would say - THE SOCIAL MEDIA IS WATCHING 👀 That dress is so fucking pretty??!!? Can Darlin' wear it for cowboy Jack? Hmmm lemme see -
✨This drabble is set after the series, which is not finished yet ✨
Palomino drabble: Cowgirl Aesthetics
332 words | warnings: long-distance relationship, fluff, boyfriend Jack comes with his own warning | chronologically set after Palomino main series
It's been a particularly rough pack trip. Shoulder season can be a case of Russian roulette when it comes to the weather, and there has been one too many rainstorms on the trail this week.
Jack's bent over backwards trying to keep everyone as dry, comfortable and cheerful as possible at the expense of his own sleep and comfort the entire trip. He's exhausted, muddy, and all he wants is a hot shower and to call you as soon as he gets back to his house.
He just wants to hear your voice. The weeks are long when you are apart, and even longer when he's up in the mountains with no reception.
Imagine his bewilderment when he leads the group into the stables yard and he spots you by the door, casually chatting to Champ with a bag of apples in hand, as if it's no big deal that you've popped by for a surprise visit -
Wearing that fuckin' dress.
He keeps his cool in front of the guests - or at least he thinks he does, but you see right through him, spotting the tick in his jaw and the way his fingers clench and unclench as he untacks the horses with impressive speed.
He has the courtesy to wait until Champ herds the guests away for sandwiches and lemonade, he even lets you finish feeding each horse, giving Scotch two whole apples - as he deserves - before hauling you by the waist into the nearest hay barn.
He crowds you up against the flimsy corrugated metal door and growls, hot breath on your lips. 'What do you think you're wearin'?
'I found it on an Instagram ad, from a Cowgirl Aesthetics collection,' you reply, batting your eyelashes teasingly. 'Do you like it?'
Jack snorts, but the heat in his eyes is undeniable. 'This dress won't last ten minutes in a real horse yard and you know it, darlin''.'
You pull him flush against you, a challenge in your grin. 'Do your worst, cowboy.'
This was an unexpected little drabble! Thank you for sending this Skye my love 😘
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Stargate SG-1 (my second sci-fi love) - and ANOTHER EXACT 100 WORDS! YAY ME!
"That's a lot of blood."
“Is it?” Jack asked, staring at his arm as Daniel pressed down on the bandages. Blood seeped from underneath the wadded up cloth, edging down his arm to his fingers, burning hot against his ice cold skin.
It itched.
Daniel slapped his hand away when he tried to scratch at it.
“Yeah, Jack. It is. Can you stand?”
“Am I not?”
Daniel sighed, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and smearing blood as he did so. “No, Jack. You’re not.”
Daniel was right. As usual. That was a lot of blood.
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Stranded and Waiting

Gen • Gen • Double Drabble • Fluff
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Stranded and Waiting (200 words) by Meushell Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal’c, Daniel Jackson, Jacob Carter Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Double Drabble, Fluff, Humor, Team, Stranded, Stargate Anniversary Fest 2024 Series: Part 21 of Pre-Canon/Background Stand-alones Summary: "What exactly do you think is going to happen?" Jack asked. "We are stranded, so much be vigilant." "No animals, Teal'c." ** SG-1 waits for rescue. (Stand-alone) Bingo Prompt: Beam Me Up!
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The dressing room.
❥ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 616
❥ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
❥ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: MDNI! 18+ content! Pure smut. Semi-public sex. Rough sex.
❥ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Little drabble while I work on a longer thing :P Not my best work but I HAD TO GET THIS THOUGHT OUT
Hair products, face paint, lipstick, and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels are swept off of the dressing room vanity in front of you. The mirror is dirty with God knows what; the light bulbs surrounding the glass glaring at you and illuminating your sweat-slick face in the reflection. Your hands are planted on the desk, the soft flesh right beneath your belly button pressed to the hard edge of it. You can’t even recall whether or not Eddie closed the door properly, but that's the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.
His grasp on your hips is almost bruising, thrusting into you from behind with vigour you wouldn’t expect from someone who'd just finished the exhausting task of performing on a stage for such a large crowd. A string of crude profanities is being grunted from behind you, and you can’t help but to watch the man uttering it in the mirror in front of you—his hair still effectively teased into a dark, curly mess on his head, his lipstick smeared across his mouth from your eager lips, his dark stage makeup smudged and running with sweat.
He’s a goddamn visionary like this, adrenaline still coursing after playing so long and so furiously, now fucking you so hard that you might think it’s out of pure hatred. Of course, it's not; how could he hate you when the whines he's drawing from you sound so pretty?
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you babble, your eyes squeezing shut as his thick cock drags against the sweet spot inside you.
He moves his hands from your hips and pulls you up against his chest, one palm travelling to cover your mouth. “Be quiet f’me, mkay?” he coos, holding your body against his. “Wouldn’t want the band to hear you, babe.”
A pang of worry springs through you at the mention of your compromised setting, the presence of others being merely a room away, but it quickly subsides when his lips press hotly to your shoulder. Your eyebrows furrow with the newfound wave of pleasure washing over you, your hand moving to grasp the wrist that covers your mouth, the forearm laden with tattoos.
His cold rings press against your hot mouth, and you’d worry about going limp against him if it weren’t for his tight hold on you. You don’t notice him watching you in the mirror when you flutter your eyes shut, your face flush and your back arching in front of him.
You realize you’re not the only one struggling here when a deep, throaty groan erupts from Eddie’s throat, his face knotted in concentration. The lewd sound spurs you on, the delicious coil in your lower belly growing tighter and tighter with every unforgiving pound into you.
You gasp softly when one of his bandmates pounds impatiently on the door, a gruff voice calling from outside. “Eds, get the fuck out here! The limo’s on the way!”
Why are you surprised? He’s a part of a fucking hair metal band, why wouldn’t his mates be itching to get to an after party as soon as they’re off stage? Despite the circumstances, Eddie doesn’t even flinch, let alone stop at all. If anything, it urges him to go faster.
“Just a second!” he calls back, clearly irritated to be interrupted.
He lets go of you, and instead presses you against the vanity once again, your hands now struggling to keep you upright against the desk. His hands move to roughly grasp your waist, helping himself to pull you back to meet his thrusts.
“You think you can make this quick, babe?” he whispers rhetorically, a hand travelling to take a fistful of your hair.
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⋆˙⟡ cool side only,
summary. it's cool hour o'clock and dean winchester is piercing his ear.
pairing. teen!dean winchester ft. sammy genre. fluff? idk
wordcount. 589
notes / warnings. self-piercing (left ear, safety pin, jack daniels), sibling banter and grunge-era teen rebellion vibes, sam being 11 and very done™, welcome to '94
⋆.˚✮ dean winchester + piercings essay
The motel bathroom smells like mildew and desperation. The kind that clings to every roadhouse you’ve ever stayed in, mixed with too-strong soap and the ancient scent of whatever Dad calls cologne but definitely doubles as bug spray.
Dean’s in front of the mirror with a stolen Bic lighter and a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. His Walkman’s clipped to his jeans, earbuds dangling while Nine Inch Nails mumbles “I wanna feel you from the inside” at a slightly warbled pitch.
“Dean,” Sam says from the bed, voice squeaky with preteen judgment. “You are not doing this.”
Dean squints into the mirror, pinched expression, eyes focused, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth in concentration. He’s holding a safety pin and trying to look like he knows what the hell he’s doing. He does not.
“‘Course I am,” he says, waving Sam off. “Left ear only. That’s the rule.”
“What rule?!”
“Every guy with a pierced ear on MTV has it on the left. Jordan Catalano has it on the left.”
“You don’t even like Jordan Catalano.”
Dean shrugs. “Don’t gotta like him. Just gotta respect the vibe.”
Sam groans and drops back onto the bed. “You’re gonna get, like, tetanus and die.”
Dean holds the pin up to the lighter flame, brow furrowed. “Yeah, well, then I’ll die looking awesome.”
He douses the pin with Jack, dabs the booze behind his ear, and takes a very unnecessary swig for courage. His reflection stares back at him like it’s judging, but Dean lifts his chin and lines it up.
“Alright, here goes.”
He jams the pin through his earlobe.
Silence.
Then—
“FUCK.”
Sam’s head pops up like a groundhog. “Are you BLEEDING?!”
Dean stumbles back from the mirror, blinking rapidly. “Shit—no, yeah—wait, maybe?!” He slaps a paper towel against his ear, squinting at the bathroom tile. “Okay, yeah, little blood. Totally normal. That’s just... battle damage.”
Sam looks visibly nauseous. “You’re not in a battle, Dean. You’re in a moldy bathroom and you just stabbed your ear with a pin we used to open a can of SpaghettiOs.”
Dean grins, unbothered, leaning back in to inspect the crooked silver hoop now hanging from his earlobe. It’s red and swollen already, but goddamn if he doesn’t look cool.
“Hell yeah,” he whispers. “Left side supremacy.”
“You are the dumbest person I’ve ever met,” Sam says, clutching his R.L. Stine book like it can protect him from this chaos.
Dean winks with his good ear. “Relax, Sammy. No guts, no glory.”
Three days later, his ear is still red and slightly oozing, but he refuses to take the piercing out.
Sam catches him poking it in the mirror and sighs so hard you'd think he aged ten years.
“Still think it’s worth it?” he asks.
Dean smirks, popping a toothpick between his lips, the epitome of 1994 teen rebellion. “Every time someone looks at me, they’ll know I don’t give a damn about rules.”
“You’re gonna die of sepsis.”
“Then bury me in flannel and crank Nirvana at the wake.”
Sam flips him off. Dean just laughs, tugs his band tee lower, and heads out to meet their dad like he didn’t just perform DIY surgery on himself in a bathroom with questionable plumbing.
The piercing’s crooked. It hurts. And every time he moves his head too fast, it stings like a bitch.
But damn if he doesn’t feel like a rock star.
(Spoiler: he keeps the earring for a total of 6 seconds after John looks at him funny.)
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