Tags: Demisexual reader, Slow burn, Pining, Alcohol use, Whiskey using his whip which needs a warning of its own, Some unwanted flirting (not from Whiskey), Smut of various descriptions, Hints of Dom!Whiskey, Choking kink if you squint, Come eating, Some rougher sex towards the end there, A bit of angst
Summary: You’re a bartender with a love life that’s completely DOA. Maybe this charming new regular will turn things around?
Author’s Note: Thank you to my intrepid beta @acrossthesestars for wading through the mess I made of this WIP while writing most of it on my phone Also, if you’re reading this, shoutout to the anon who sent an ask to my spicy blog about demisexuality. I see you.
You’ve never been so grateful to live above the bar as you are now.The convenience of a short commute pales in comparison to the speed with which you and Whiskey stumble up the stairs to your front door, laughing and stealing kisses as you go.
You haven’t even fitted the key in the lock before Jack wraps himself around you, his breath a warm, seductive rumble against your neck. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweet bird. You’ll be singing for me all night,” he promises.
The hair at the nape of your neck prickles and a shiver of anticipation thrums through you. His broad palm splays over your belly, drifting lower as he croons, low and rasping. “Fuck, baby, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“You’ll be waiting longer if you keep distracting me from getting this damn key in the lock.” Your fingers are clumsy, distracted. All you want is to get inside and take this gorgeous man to your bed. With a nip to your earlobe that makes you gasp and fumble, he palms the key smoothly and opens the door with a showy flick of the wrist.
I can’t even process this my brain is not coping with how hot that was
But that bit near the end? for a hot second I thought he wasn’t coming back and I was losing my whole mind and if you were gonna end it on a sad note… Emma, respectfully, I was coming for you where you live
Thank god they worked it all out the sigh of relief was REAL
And okay real talk my soft little Demi heart is so full right now. Thank you.
Okay! Here it is! The eagerly awaited Dragon Rancher Jack!!!
I currently have no plans to turn this into a real series, or a multi chapter thing. HOWEVER… If you guys have questions about this ‘verse… I have a lot of headcanons and a lot more that I’ve thought of that didn’t fit in this one shot. So. Feel free to ask!
Warnings: Swearing, kissing, flirty cowboy, DRAGONS. Mention of blood, mention of injury, vague medical stuff (mention of stitches).
Word count: 3.7k
Jack Daniels x f!reader
The pitiful sounds caught your attention first, and you paused mid-way through getting out of your car. It reminded you a bit of a whimpering dog, something in pain.
“Where are you?” You murmured, shutting up your car and starting to look around. The street was quiet - it was your day off, and it was after the morning rush. So there were no nosy neighbors around to watch as you started investigating the bushes.
A hiss caught your attention, and you crouched down. You kind of expected a cat, to be honest.
You did not expect jewel-bright emerald eyes, too big for a cat, set in a reptilian head. You gasped and fell back on your butt, staring.
There was a dragon hiding under your rose bush.
“Well hi there,” you breathed. “What are you doing here, sweetie?” You carefully folded your hands in your lap.
