Pedro Pascal Characters: One-Shots & Imagines

Let the Ghosts Watch~Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Word count: 1,043

Warnings: NSFW, slight smut, lingerie, sensual touching, annoying ghosts

Also I'll put a slight morbidity warning, just in case (reader wants to fuck in the middle of a graveyard) sorry I'm a horror nerd and you can't stop me
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"Remind me why we're doing this again, darlin'?"

"Because Halloween is right around the corner and this is something spooky and fun."

You dragged your fiance along down the small paved path, one hand in his, the other holding a flashlight. You had somehow convinced him to come with you out to the middle of nowhere at two in the morning.

"Ya'know, most people would think you're off your rocker for wanting to do somethin' like this," he said, the lantern he was carrying bumping against his leg.

"Are you implying I'm crazy?" You asked, stopping and turning to face your cowboy, a mischievous smirk on your face.

Jack rocked his head back and forth, thinking. He raised the lantern to his hip, the LED light illuminating your faces in the pitch blackness. "Well if you are, there's no one else I'd rather be crazy with," he flirted, his southern drawl keeping you on your toes with every word.

"Takes one to know one," you sassed, pecking a kiss on his cheek, "c'mon."

You walked hand in hand further down the path until you made it to the clearing. Headstones stuck out of the ground eerily, each one marking the place of a soul laid to rest. The moonbeams only provided a minimal amount of light, the fact that it was chilly meant that there was a thin layer of fog lifted a few feet off the ground. It looked like a snapshot out of a horror movie, and God did it thrill you. You heard Jack curse under his breath from beside you and you giggled.

"Cmon, I know the perfect place," you weaved Jack through the gravestones, heading for a specific part of the cemetery. "What I wanna know is how you found out about this place, sugar," Jack said, his voice carrying through the clearing. You turned again, walking backwards as you talked. "Shh, you'll scare the ghosts," you whispered, "and I told you, my friend told me that she used to go here every Halloween with her friends to get scared shitless."

"What makes you think I wanna get scared shitless?" Jack replied, sarcasm thick in his tone. You laughed quietly again. "We won't, it's fine."

You finally both made it to the spot, a quartz bench underneath a large oak tree. Jack set the lantern on the ground and you put your flashlight next to you as you both sat down. "We don't have to stay long, I just want to try something," you stated, leaning into his side. Jack reflexively out his arm around you and pulled you close, his hat brushing your head as he pressed a kiss to your hair. "What's that?"

You gave him a playful smirk before leaning in and kissing him passionately. His lips moulded to yours, the intensity of the kiss building fast. You turned to straddle the bench, one hand teasing it's way into his hair the other beginning to stroke his inner thigh. Jack reciprocated your affections, one of his hands firmly gripping your hip, the other resting gently on the side of your neck.

The adrenaline kicked in and you smiled into the kisses, your tongues now mingling together. You moved your hand to rest over Jack's groin where you could feel him half hard, giving him a gentle squeeze, making him jump.

"Whoa, hold your horses there, sweet pea," he said with a smile. "Is this what you were planin' the whole time?" You batted your eyelashes innocently, giving him the answer without even having to speak. He shook his head in amusement, still smiling wide. "You are on a whole 'nother level, are you sure about this?"

"Yes," you pleaded, "it'll be hot. Here this might help."

You grabbed under your sweater and pulled it off in one graceful swoop, revealing a sheer black bra with bat designs on it. Jack's eyebrows raised as he took in your exposed upper half, watching your nipples harden through the fabric. The same mischievous smirk forming on his lips.

"In that case.." he said, he straddled the bench and faced you, pushing you to lay down. Luckily the bench was long and wide enough to accommodate both of your bodies. Jack's warm lips placed searing kisses down your jaw onto your neck where he stopped to suck and nibble on your skin. You ran your hands down his chest and slipped them under his shirt, your cold fingers running up his back.

You both heard a few twigs snap several yards away and your heads snapped to look in that direction. "What was that?" Jack asked first. You shrugged. "Probably just some nosey ghosts," you pulled his face to look back at you, "if they're so curious, let 'em watch."

You pulled Jack back to you, your lips meeting in a series of heated kisses. Jack ground his clothed erection down on you, your heat absorbing the friction from your jeans. You rocked your hips together, gaining pleasure from just the pressure and movement.

You were interrupted again but this time by the lantern light flickering a few times before going out completely, which would have been normal if not for the fact that you had put brand new batteries in it before you left. Along with the sound of footsteps crunching on leaves nearby when you knew for sure there was no one else besides you and Jack.

The two of you froze, locking eye contact with each other, knowing that wasn't normal.

"Guess the ghosts are jealous since they can't get laid anymore," you stated. Your observation was followed by a cold wind that whistled through the trees and sent a chill down your spine, you both felt like you were being watched.

"You wanna take this back to the house?" You whispered. Jack quickly nodded his agreement, the two of you now thoroughly creeped out. He helped you put your sweater back on and you both grabbed your light sources, jogging back down the path, hands intertwined.

"Just so we're clear, we are picking up where we left off once we get to the house," he commented. "I'm counting on it," you replied.

Let's just say the dead missed out on one hell of a show.