pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

summary: lucerys velaryon witnesses a moment he should've never laid eyes upon.

warnings: explicit language. fluff and girl dad!aemond. aemond also spits sexy poetry at his girl. uhhh lucerys signing his death warrant maybe???

notes: hehehehe i'm enjoying this pairing SO MUCH GUYS

his handmaid's tales | main masterlist

Ain't Easy | J.M.

Summary: in which you have an asthma attack, but JJ is there to help you. Warnings: description of asthma attack Word Length: 1.4k Abbreviations: Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname

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You had suffered with asthma for as long as you could remember, but it was mostly manageable at this point in your life. You had a couple inhalers that you carried around when you remembered, but you rarely had to use them anymore.

JJ had witnessed you have an asthma attack only once before. It was when you were running away from Rafe and the physical exertion had gotten to you. Luckily, you two were able to hide out of view and you pointed towards your backpack, guiding JJ to place the inhaler against your lips. He had been frantic, his eyes wide and terrified. After you caught your breath again, you reassured him that you were alright. He insisted that you teach him what to do if, god forbid, this happened again. You had taught him the basics, and he listened intently with caring blue eyes.

This was several months ago, and you had yet to have another one since. One thing many people don’t know about asthma, is that it can be caused by many things other than physical exertion. Asthma attacks can be triggered by allergies, pollen, dry air, humidity, and even storms.

Unfortunately for you, the others had chosen a very humid day for a much needed, relaxing boat trip. Relaxation was the goal, at least, but this humidity was making it difficult. You felt like you were trying to breathe in something solid, rather than air. At least you and everyone else were suffering together.

"Ugh," Kiara exasperated. "It's so gross I am literally sticking to my shorts." She pulled at her ripped jean shorts and sure enough, they peeled up as if they were stuck with tape.

You sat in the back of the boat, fanning yourself with a magazine and wiping the back of your neck, feeling it slick with sweat. The attempts to cool yourselves were futile. No matter how many times you splashed into the water you still seemed to dry off instantly, the scorching sun blazing on you and your friends.

"Should we jump in again?" Offered Pope, whose sweat was glistening on his forehead.

"Yes please," JJ countered, taking his flip flops off in preparation.

"I'm gonna stay here," Sarah spoke, pulling her dirty blonde hair up into a bun.

"Me too," you agreed. "Feels pointless. I might go in again later, though."

"Suit yourself," JJ winked at you and leapt into the twinkling water below. The others followed suit, causing a few stray beads of water to spray on your legs.

"Want a drink?" Sarah asked, peeling herself from the sticky boat seat and drifting towards the cooler.

"Yeah, just a beer is fine, thanks," you muttered, beginning to feel a light stinging in your chest.

She handed the cold can to you, and you smiled in appreciation before opening it and taking a sip in hopes it would calm your quickly beating heart and heavy breathing. You breathed out; it came out shaky and unsure.

"You okay?" Sarah offered, peering at you from under light lashes as she dug through her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she sat down next to you.

"Yeah," you choked out. "It's just so hot." You laughed, trying to ease the worry in your chest.

"I know, right," Sarah started. "It's at least like 95 degrees right now. I've never wanted AC so bad, like..."

Sarah's voice seemed to trail off and dissipate as your throat began tightening, strangling you. You gasped, trying to find air to fill your dry airways.

"Y/N?"

Sarah's face appeared in front of you. You couldn't hear her through the ringing in your ears, but you read your name on her lips.

"Inh-" you tried to speak, but only a squeak was able to come out from your sun-baked lips.

Sarah looked confused; she didn't understand what you were trying to say to her. Then it hit you. You had forgotten to pack your inhaler today. Shit! Usually, you were more careful than this, but when you had an attack maybe once every 6 months, it was easy to let it slip your mind.

Sarah noticed your eyes widen, hers becoming frantic. What is happening? Is she having a panic attack? She thought to herself.

"J-" you choked out, hoping Sarah would understand. She did.

"JJ? You want JJ?" She popped up then, dashing to the other end of the boat.

"JJ!" She hollered, desperately.

"What?" JJ said casually; he was floating on his back in the water. "I'm relaxing."

"JJ, it's Y/N! Hurry!"

This got JJ's attention. He crawled up the boat ladder swiftly, racing towards you.

"Baby?" He probed, blue eyes wide in worry. Then he realized -- he had seen this reaction from you before. You were having an asthma attack.

"Where's your inhaler?" He urged you, lake water dripping from his strands of blonde hair and onto the floor of the boat. Both his large hands were placed on either side of your arms.

"I don't," you choked out, "have it."

"Shit," JJ hollered, looking away for a moment. Then his face lit up. "Hold on."

He began rifling through his backpack that was sat next to yours and pulled out a small object. Your extra inhaler. He had it?

"Here baby," he cooed, holding the medicine up to your dry lips, willing you to breathe it in.

It took a couple pumps of the contraption for you to start to breathe normally again. JJ stroked the sides of your arms with his damp hands and watched you intently. The others had made their way back onto the boat, watching silently, concerned for you.

You sighed loudly, finally able to catch your breath. You leaned your head back against the edge of the boat behind you.

"You're okay," JJ spoke softly, pulling the stray strands of hair away from your face. He recalled from the last attack that you lost all your energy from the exertion it took to try to breathe.

You coughed then, your head shooting up. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your thighs. JJ's hand reached up to rub your back soothingly, and he looked at the others as someone spoke.

"Is she-" Kiara's voice spoke.

"She's fine," JJ barked, knowing you didn't want to be pitied, "just give her a second."

As a child, you had asthma attacks more frequently. You could still feel the sorrowful gazes from your classmates throughout grade school and you hated it. You were a strong person, and you didn't want your asthma to define you in the way that it once had.

"Thank you." You were finally able to choke out a coherent reply to your caring boyfriend, who still sat, crouched in front of you.

"Yeah," he grinned lopsidedly at you, a smile you adored more than practically anything else in the world. "Do you need anything?"

You ignored his question, your own suddenly returning to you.

"Why did you have my extra inhaler?"

"Oh," he started, "I hope you don't mind. I snagged it from your place. I figured it might come in handy." He grinned again, a subtle nod to your current state, and wiggled the inhaler in his hand.

Tears pricked your eyes.

"Fuck, thank you," you muttered. You felt grateful, but also guilty that your boyfriend had to be the one to take care of you. "God, how did I forget it the one day I needed it? I'm so stupid!"

"Hey, hey," he became more serious, but still had his typical joking undertone. "C'mon, Y/N/N. You barely get 'em anymore. We just gotta make sure at least one of us has one for ya from now on."

You groaned, knowing he was right, but you still felt so stupid. JJ could tell.

"C'mere," he declared, and plopped down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple.

"Ew, you're gross and sweaty," you blanched dramatically, pulling away.

"Is that any way to talk to me?" He joked, pulling you closer. "Look, I know it ain't easy bein' wheezy, but I kind of saved your life."

You groaned playfully and leaned your head into the crook of his neck. Luckily, the rest of the group had resumed their normal pursuits, leaving you to relax against JJ and get some much-needed rest. His other hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly as the boat advanced back towards the mainland.

the fire in his eyes

↳PAIRING: rafe cameron x kook!reader

↳SUMMARY: rafe's protective instincts know no bounds when jj Maybank holds a gun to your head.

↳ [2.7k] WARNINGS: mature themes, violence, hurt/comfort, gun violence, mention of spitting, scared reader, angst, comfort, soft!rafe pissed off!rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @tee-swizzle. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

NOT INTERESTED - JJ MAYBANK

Summary: your friends have been trying to set you and JJ up all summer, they just don’t know one tiny detail

Pairing: JJ x pogue!reader

Warnings: none

“Kie, how many times will it take to get it through your head that I’m not interested?” You groaned, turning away from her.

She followed you off the porch of the chateau. “Cmon, just think about it. You and JJ have so much in common. It would be like…like a power couple.”

“No. Not a chance.”

Kiara had been going on about you and JJ all summer, Pope, John B, and Sarah too. Trying to push JJ and you together.

They had fifty bucks that the two of you would start dating by the time school started. Someone was going to be broke.

You joined the boys and Sarah over on the dock, Kie following swiftly behind.

“So?” John B asked Kie once she sat down, out of breath.

“I got nothing, but I’m not giving up.” She said, giving me a smug look. Your friends laughed. JJ and you exchanged an annoyed expression.

“Maybe y’all should just give up. I’m not even sure y/n here likes boys.” JJ spoke, slinging his arm up and over the wood.

Your mouth fell open and you flipped him off, rolling your eyes as he laughed.

He was right though, while the other pogues were flirting with anyone and everyone, you were off with, well, JJ.

“I like boys. Just not you, JJ.”

“Oh, that explains all the guys you get.”

“Not like you’re getting any action either, pretty boy.” You gave him a wicked smile, letting him know that two could most definitely play at that game.

“Oh, I am certainly getting action.” His head tipped to the side. You grimaced.

“Gross, dude.” Pope groaned, shaking his head.

It was quiet for a minute, just you and JJ looking at each other, with your friends surrounding.

“Would you look at the time? We’ve got to go!” Sarah looked at her phone, pulling John B up with her, Kie and Pope following suite.

You rolled your eyes again, peaking over at JJ. He wasn’t even trying to hide the smirk that was painted across his face.

As your friends giggled and ran off the dock, JJ chuckled. He scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Now that we’re alone,” He trailed off, leaning in.

“JJ, our friends are right there.” You turned and pointed towards one of the big trees in John B’s backyard.

Sure enough, four pairs of eyes were staring back at us, disappearing once you two looked their way.

“But babe, I haven’t kissed you all day.” JJ whined. He threw his head on your shoulder in protest.

“You’re the one that came up with that stupid plan.” You told him.

JJ and you had already been dating since last summer, but it wasn’t something we planned on telling your friends anytime soon.

For half of your relationship, you two were pretty much terrified of telling your friends that you were dating, afraid of what it would do to the group. So you and JJ kept it a secret.

When you realized our friends were trying to set you up with your boyfriend at the end of the school year, your relationship turned into a game of how long could you go until your friends found out. JJ had come up with the plan.

“Baby, just one kiss. One peck, that’s it.” He tried again, leaning up to look you.

He peaked down at your lips as he smiled, knowing you were gonna give in soon enough.

You guys had pretty much lasted all summer without your friends catching on. You sort of wanted to fool them until the first day of school.

“No, J. You decided until the end of summer and then we’d tell them. Who am I to go against your plan?” You gave him a sweet, sick smile.

You suggested you tell your friends the second you found out they weren’t going to be mad. JJ had other plans.

“I’m overruling this plan. Let’s make out right now.” He pulled you into his lap in a swift second and placed his hands loosely on your legs.

“JJ-,” You laughed as he cut you off with a kiss.

JJ’s kisses were like your drug, because you couldn’t remember how long you were kissing his lips and neck before your friends ran back down the dock.

Kie got there first, screaming as the two of you pulled apart.

“I just won fifty bucks!” She yelled, throwing her hands in the air. Pope and John B shook their heads, watching Kie dance. Sarah was leaning against John B, giving you a smug look.

“I dunno, babe. Should we just pretend this is our first kiss?” JJ grinned at you as you slid off his lap. He stood up with you, standing behind you and linking his arms around your shoulders.

Kie’s smile dropped, along with her hands. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The rest of your friends looked just as confused as Kie did.

“No, nothing.” JJ played it off, placing his head on yours.

“We’ve been dating since last year.” You spoke over your boyfriend, slightly annoyed by his game playing.

It looked like Pope’s eyes were going to fall out of his head. John B and Sarah shared a confused expression.

“Huh?” Was all Kie could muster. You looked at your bestfriends, certain that your boyfriend behind you was sharing the same look you were.

“So does that mean we win the fifty bucks? It would be great for the date we have planned tomorrow night.” JJ joked.

…..

warning: mention of blood, small cut

you were freaking out.

you were spending the night at rafe's house for the first time since you started dating and you've just knocked over a set of porcelain plates in an attempt to reach a mug that was placed on the top shelf.

you immediately kneeled down to pickup the broken pieces. that costed more than what you could afford. you were so doomed.

immersed in your thoughts you didn't hear rafe's steps approaching the kitchen.

"ouch." your small groan of pain caught rafe's attention.

"i'll call you back." he hung up the call and as he got closer to you he bended down to see what got you so flustered.

when you felt his presence above you, you jumped and hide your bleeding hand behind your back.

"rafey, don't be mad at me please." you pleaded him, scared that he would get upset at the mess you made.

"did you hurt yourself?" he asked you instead "let me see."

you hesitantly pulled out your hidden hand and grimaced at the blood dripping down your fingers.

"i am so sorry" your apology only seemed to confuse rafe.

"what are you sorry for, sweet girl" he said as he started to clean your cut with a wet towel.

"your plates.. i didn't mean to break them" you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks, scared that rafe would snap at you at any moment.

rafe raised his head and in an hushed tone he said "hey, there's nothing to cry about, i'm not mad at you, silly girl"

why would he get mad at you over some stupid plates that he didn't even like. if you wanted, you could have destroyed his whole house. he'd just buy another one.

"you're not?" you sniffed, trying to wipe your tears away but with rafe's hands on your face, it was hard.

"of course not, honey" you completely forgot about your injured hand until when rafe pressed the towel deeply in your cut, making you groan slightly "now let me take care of this bad bad cut mmh? my clumsy girl."

bet - rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, allusions to sex and pregnancy

where the fuck is my shirt

you slowly blinked your eyes open when you heard someone curse under their breath.

favorite girl - rafe cameron

pairing: grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader

warning: none

"stay here and don't move." rafe tells you and you follow the motion of his finger with your eyes, letting a giggle escape your lips.

asleep;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 378

warning: fluff

note: never played the game. dont know jack shit. i just have tall people wearing masks kink.

summary: your housemate ghost fell asleep on the sofa with paint on his face and you help.

Nothing Will Be the Same Again | Simon Ghost Riley x gn!reader

Nervously, you chewed and pulled the flesh from your bottom lip as you did your best not to become distracted by everything around you; by the lifeless and dull room you were packed into, throat dry and the stench of hand sanitiser clogging your already blocked nose.

ORANGE U GLAD? ;)

summary: reader hiding in a ditch w ghosty & feeding him some of their orange

warning: really just a *drabble*

wrdcnt: 1.1K

Russian war titans decided to strike the Philippines after a dispute over supposed nuclear threats and disagreements over oil. whatever the real reason may be, the two of you were soon to find out but in the meantime, getting out of these Slavic-infested woods would be the main task-- if you two were able to properly evade without contact.

“It’s okay.” |Daemon Targaryen x reader

summary: Daemon ignored your cries for help in a dire time of need until it almost is too late. 

Warnings: Blood, Miscarriage, swearing. 

“You truly have to go?” you ask him while wrapping your hand around his arm keeping him close. “My brother has called on me for business Dove.” You sigh and trace a finger over his cheekbone. Daemon going back to attend to his business meant that the honeymoon phase was now at a definite end. “If I could, I would have stayed here with my beautiful wife.” You grin at hearing him call you his wife and pout once more before walking away from him. “Fine, I will just have to entertain myself then.” Daemon takes in how you fall back on the bed and slowly stalks over to you. “As long as you don’t entertain yourself too much without me.” He captures your lips and slowly everything fades away around you as you kiss him back eagerly. When he breaks the kiss, you smile at him coyly.

“You know Ser Criston would probably be up for entertaining me.” you slip out as he turns his back to you to walk away, knowing it will piss him off. As you expected Daemon is not one to let that comment slide and a low growl leaves him as he sharply turns back to face you. “If he knows what is good for him, he will not dare.” You smile softly at him before blowing him a kiss. He glances once more at you before he disappears out of the door.

Not a second later your maid came into the room carrying fresh linen. “Good morning milady.” You smile at her and stand up to meet her in the middle of the room. You frown at the pain in your back and you massage it lightly for a few seconds before turning your attention back to your maid. “Everything alright milady?” you nod before rethinking your choices. “Would it be too much effort for a warm bath, I am having back pain and…” Your maid interrupts before you can finish your sentence and nods. “Of course, milady let me attend to that right away.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting in the scalding hot water but unless the pain you experience during your monthly the pain is not letting up. Grimacing you shift to find a better position, but you find you cannot find any at all. Your hands continuously knead your back to try and elevate the pain. All in vain as it seems to have the opposite effect. Your eyes seem to be dropping as well and you don’t know if you have Daemon to contribute to that or your body. You quickly wash your body and your hair before leaning your head against the little towel at the headrest. You were exhausted from washing yourself and felt dirty all over again. You just wanted to close your eyes for a minute in the hope all the tiredness would go away.

However, you are shaken out of your sleepy demeanor as your maid noticing your dropping eyelids is quick to get you out of the bath and into bed. “Rest Milady I will come back in a few hours.” She closes the curtains to stop the light from intruding and closes the door behind her, she takes a quick glance at you seeing that you have already fallen asleep a slight concern raises within her.

When you woke for a second time you were slow to get up the pain was unmistakably still there, and you felt like a horse had run over you. Deciding it was time to see the maester you threw the blankets off you. With a frown, you noticed the red spots on the bedding. So It was your monthly you decided that going to the maester was not needed after all and slowly eased yourself from the bed to go clean yourself up. However as soon as your feet touched the ground, you cried out in pain as more blood flowed out of you, your lower abdomen tightened, and your feet could not carry your weight anymore. you lowered yourself to the ground.

“Milady are you alright?” At the sound of your maid entering the room, you looked up over the bed. Tears freely run down your face. “Please get my husband please.” You begged her while sitting in your blood. realization hitting you of why you were bleeding. You had been with child, and you had not noticed, you truly had not known and now it was too late. You looked off at the ceiling of the room hoping, no praying that Daemon was not going to hate you for this. You softly stroked your stomach. You had not succeeded in keeping the babe safe.

Your maid had gotten the attention of another who had been littering in the hallway and had sent her on her way to get Daemon before returning to you. She softly walked closer to you and tried to touch you but as soon as her hand reached out you flinched like you had been hit. “Milady…” her voice filled with pity, and you could not bear to look at her and instead focused on the room behind her. She reached out again and this time you felt a sense of panic overtake you. “Please don’t touch me.” You whimper as you rock yourself back and forth. Blood still flowing from you, you could not bear to look down.

Your breath accelerated as you kept thinking how you had failed the babe, how you and your body had failed Daemon and the little one. “Milady please let me get you more comfortable after that I will back away.” You feverishly shook your head, not wanting anybody other than Daemon. Oh, where was he, he was the only one who can make this all better.

On the other side of the castle, Daemon was listening to the old bores in front of them complaining, always complaining. He looked at his brother the almighty weak king as he sat in his chair. Clearly as bored out of his mind as Daemon was. The only good thing about these meetings was that his lovely niece always kept his cup flowing with wine. He focused back on the bore of a HighTower who was talking about sheep. Oh no his mistake he had moved on to the riveting news of goats. Even better.

The meeting was disturbed when one of the big doors opened. A tiny-looking maid came into the room shaking like a leaf. The weak and elderly looked irritated at the disruption, but Daemon almost jumped at the opportunity to make his getaway and visit his lovely wife even if it was for a few minutes. “Well get on with it.” The Hightower cunt snarked at the girl as she moved forwards to the table. “Lady Y/N had urgently asked you to return to your chamber, my prince.” The girl looked down and did not notice the frown on Daemon’s face. He had just left you a mere hours ago, which could be urgent. Nonetheless, he stood up from his chair to make his way out of the room.

“I never thought I would see the day that the Targaryen dragon prince is following orders from his wife.” He turns around at those words to face Otto Hightower. “What did you say?” Daemon asks in a low tone. Otto turns with a grin on his face towards the king. “Married for less than three months and already following his wife’s every whim.” The men in the room laugh with him, no they laugh at him, at the idea of adoring his wife and he almost sees red. his brother leans forwards and with a smile says. “Daemon, don’t give in to your wife at once, from experience you will be rewarded more if you keep her waiting.” Visyers winks and gestures for him to return to his chair. Daemon unsurely looks at the girl but decided to save some face with these old donkeys and sits down. “Tell my wife I will be there when the meeting is over.” The girl looks like she wants to say something but at last, decides not to before rushing out of the room. Slowly the talk in the room returns to goats and sheep all the while anger is shimmering behind Daemon’s eyes.

The second time someone disturbs the meeting it is your personal maid herself and she looks furious. “Milady needs to my prince.” Before Daemon can even get a word in Otto has taken over the conversation. “Why, is she in need of a good fuck and can’t wait a few more hours.” The rage shimmering for the past hour comes out and Daemon slams his hand on the table with a force that rattles all the cups. “Enough do not talk that way about my wife.” He addresses Otto before turning to your maid. “What’s the matter?” the maid uncertain how to proceed stutters as she thinks over her words carefully. “Milady is in pain and has requested you milord, nobody is to touch her, and I fear for her.” She speaks truthfully.

Panic shoots through his chest and he stands up from his chair with such a force that knocks the chair back. “Is it bad?” the maid slowly nods as she comes closer to him. “Milady is not letting the maester come closer and examine her unless you are there…” her sentence trails before whispering so softly that only Daemon can hear. “I think milady may have lost a babe.”

You were pregnant and he did not know, both of you did not know otherwise you would have told him surely. He swallows almost painfully; worry is clawing at his throat, and he feels close to throwing up. He has ignored you for the past few hours. Deciding that his ego was worth more than his wife, as he did not want to show how much you had wrapped him around his finger all while you were in pain and needed him. leaving your maid behind he ran all the way to your room.

He threw open the doors and his heart broke at the sight of you. You were still leaning against the bed. A group of maester was in standing around you but your attention was not on them. It was on the blood on the floor that was pooling around you. All the blood has seemed to leave your face and he did not like what he saw one bit. He pushed the horde of maesters and maids away and kneeled in front of you. “Y/N, my little dove.” You kept rocking and your eyes did not find his. Your whimpers only contained his name as he slowly crept forwards and touched your face o so gently. Regretting with his whole body for not coming sooner.

Your eyes connected with his and the only thing Daemon could find behind your eyes was despair. “I did not know Daemon, I did not know, I could not keep the babe safe, I failed you.” His heart was already broken when he first took sight of you but now it was crushed as you kept repeating these words like a mantra.  “You did not fail me, little dove, you hear me.” But your eyes were glossed over as tears continued to stream like you were in your own little world far away. He softly but forcibly pulled you into his lap as he stroked your back and grasped your tiny hand in his. “I have failed you.” He whispered against her head as he pressed kisses all over. At the feeling of you going limp in his arms, the panic reached a new level. He forcefully shakes your body. “Y/N? wake up, dove wake up.” His eyes found one of the maesters. “What’s Happening?!”  He picks you up in his arms as he feels his clothing increasingly absorbing your blood. the maester motions him to put you on the bed and they immediately get to work. “Milady has lost too much blood.” within seconds Daemon is pushed outside the room as the realization hits him that he could lose, he could lose you right here and now, knowing that he had failed you, the both of you.

The maester had done their thing and now it came down to you, and your body. If you survived the night the likelihood of you surviving would go up. So far so good as the first light of the sun came through the windows. Daemon had spent the night pacing only to return to the bed for a little while. Praying to anybody that would hear him, to not take his wife away from him. when despair would hit him again, he would start pacing again. He had almost barricaded the door the only one allowed in the room was your maid, who patted your head from time to time and forced some potions in you. Daemon moved to open the curtains allowing light to hit you and maybe help warm you up.

Over the past hours, you finally had gotten a little bit of your warmth back, blood had rushed back into your face, and you looked better than previous but for Daemon it was not going fast enough. He needed to hear your voice and look into your eyes to know that you were going to be okay. He needed you to wake up to tell you how sorry he was. He looked out of the window to take in the first rays of sun before turning around to you.

His breath caught in his throat at seeing that your eyes were open. “Daemon…” you choked out before the tears started flowing. “Shh my little dove, shh.” Within three steps he was at your bedside and within another second his arms were wrapped around you. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He caresses her back as he rocks them softly. “I am so-“ before you can finish your sentence Daemon cuts in with a kiss to your lips, so delicately and displaying so much comfort, and love you almost feel at peace. “it’s I who needs to say sorry.” Daemon’s finger touches your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “Why didn’t you come.” He signs and looks away from you almost like he is ashamed. “Because men are stupid, and I listened to a bunch of old men who have never experienced real love, the way you and I have, in order to not look like you had me wrapped around your finger. All I can do for that now is apologize but I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore, I just need you to know that I love you, and it was not your fault you have never and can never fail me.”

Daemon unwraps himself from you as he stares at the door. You know he wants to do the right thing and leave you alone to think over his words, but he also does not want to leave you alone. And while you are hurt, he did not come like you had wished him to you could not fault him for it, as he had not known what the matter was, more importantly, he had come in the end had he not and you did not doubt it that he had not left your side. Just like you had done before everything went down you wrap your hand around his arm tugging him next to you on the bed. “It’s okay.”

Never Have I Ever

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader, Rafe Cameron x female!reader (all over 18)

TW: alcohol, mentions of weed, allusion to a threesome, I think thats all

Summary: One of your darkest secrets is accidentally revealed during an alcohol induced game of Never Have I Ever.

Word Count:1.3k

Put A Ring On It

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x female!reader

TW:alcohol, possessive Rafe, spitting in mouth, fluff

Summary: During a night out on the town, Rafe seizes the opportunity to remind you exactly who you belong to.

Word Count:1.8k

Tattoos Tell A Story part 2

You would like to make one thing clear.

You love watching Simon get tattoos.

Not only is his deliciously huge arm on full display, but the way his muscles flex when the needle hit a particularly sensitive part of his arm?

Oh you were down bad.

Yes you know he’s technically in pain but come onnn-

He had wanted to get the date of one of his most recent victorious mission tattooed on the inside of his bicep.

What kind of mission was it? You weren’t sure, you know, with it being “classified” and all.

He told you in secret at home

Once told of his plans, you had immediately accepted to tag along and boy are you glad you did. Originally it was for the purpose of just spending as much time with your boyfriend as possible, but you didn’t realize it’d be such a sight.

“Enjoying the view there sweetheart?”

You startle slightly, flicking your eyes away from his arm to Ghost’s masked face. You know there’s a smirk hiding under there somewhere.

Cocky bastard

You clear your throat, repositioning in your seat slightly ,”Uh, no I-I was just….. admiring Jackson’s handiwork.” You claim.

Simon looks you up and down,“Mhm, whatever you say love.”

Jackson, the tattoo artist, just chuckles at the couples antics, eyes never leaving his work.

Ghost knew Jackson pretty well due to him having worked on most of his arm sleeve. He was the only artist in the area that would agree to the service of a scarily large man in a sketchy skull mask and hood, the others immediately declined as soon as he stepped through the door, some even reaching for their phone in a concealed panic. Not that they could really be blamed for their hesitance. He is pretty intimidating if you didn’t know him.

Your eyes now purposefully wander anywhere around the parlor except Simon. You would not be giving him the pleasure of catching you gawking again.

Your gaze skims over a variety of stencils hung on the walls. You never minded the idea of getting a tattoo yourself, you were just too indecisive to ever settle on one.

But maybe one of Jackson’s will stick out to me, you think as you exam the references pinned to the wall

Maybe a bird?

Or a moon?

Possibly a flower?

Oo, that bunny’s pretty cute.

Maybe a-

Wait

Is that-

You squint your eyes to see it clearer, before they quickly widen again

It is

You can’t help the slight maniacal smirk that overtakes your face

That one’s perfect

-+-

It had been about a week since the tattoo parlor and honestly? You had almost forgotten about the whole thing. Simon had still yet to notice your skins new…..addition. You’d think a military man would be more observant.

Although, in your boyfriends defense, it was so small and in such a hidden place that even you yourself had a hard time seeing it.

You and Ghost were in the kitchen together, him in charge of the noodles while you made the sauce. Normally y’all would just order some take-out, but you both decided to try something new. Neither you or him were five star chefs by any means, only able to follow along to a recipe. A very detailed recipe.

You were leaning over the stove just trying to stir the ingredients though your hair obviously did not get the memo. No matter what you did, tucking it behind your ear, blowing it back with your mouth, it just would not get out of your face.

You pull a strand in front of you, eyes almost crossing from it being so close, and glared at it as if it had personally offended you.

I swear to gosh, one day I’m just gonna freaking shave all of it off-

“Here,” comes a distinctly deep, British voice from behind. When had he gotten over here?,”Let me.”

You feel the strands of hair get pulled gently from your grasp as he gradually gathers it all into one extremely large hand. He gingerly rakes his fingers through your locks, eliminating any knots or lumps. Using the hair band from his wrist, where did he get that from?, he joins all of it into a ponytail.

You’re kinda sad to feel his fingers retreat from your scalp.

You run a hand over your head, examining his work. You’re fairly surprised to feel that there’s only a small hump or two.

“Hm, not bad for a man with sandpaper hands.” You jest with a smile.

You don’t get a response

The sound of breathing coming from behind tells you he hasn’t moved either.

“Simon?” You question, turning to look over your shoulder.

The man in question was standing stock still, you’d think he was a mannequin if not for his chest moving up and down. His gaze zeroed in on your ear.

You instinctively raise a hand to the spot in question, and that’s when it finally dawns on you.

He’s not looking at your ear.

No, he’s looking behind it.

You smile

So your little game of spot the difference was finally over.

“You like it?” You ask smugly

Simon doesn’t know what to say, just eye’s the nape of your neck in bewilderment. This was absolutely not here before. Where your skin was previously unblemished, now contains a tattoo about the size of his thumb.

A skull tattoo.

“When did you get this?” He asks instead, finger coming up to rub over it, almost as if he thinks it’s fake, thinks that the ink will smudge under his thumb.

“‘Bout a week ago.” You admit with a shrug, trying to be nonchalant about it.

His eyes finally shift to your face,”And you didn’t tell me?”

You shoot him an unimpressed look, grabbing his arm that contains the tattoo of your name and pushing it in his face,”Hypocritical much?”

He looks from his arm, to your tattoo, then to your face, as if he was putting together a puzzle.

“Is the tattoo an expression of love or a ploy of revenge?” He asks with suspicion.

You shrug, a smile gracing the corner of your mouth,”Can’t it be both?”

He eyes you for a moment, shaking his head in exasperation, but you could of swore his eyes lit in amusement.

Oh!

You about forgot something!

“Did you notice any details about it, a letter perhaps?” You question coyly.

No he hadn’t

He gently grips your chin to turn it to the side, dipping his head a little to get a closer look.

Oh.

He can see it now.

There’s a few cracks on the side of the skull and , if he looks close enough, he can see that they join to make a letter.

S

“Does tha-does that stand for-“

“Simon? Yeah, yeah it does.”

He stands there, just silently rubbing your tattoo again for a moment. You’re not complaining though, you’re just soaking in his touch. His fingers feel good.

You clear your throat, gently taking a hold of the hand rubbing your neck,”So? You like i-“

You’re cut off by him surging forward, capturing you in a kiss.

Definitely worth the pain of the needle.

-*-

You were both laying in bed after supper, your stomachs full. Full of take-out, not home cooked pasta because you may or may not have gotten distracted and singed the noodles and turned the toast to basically charcoal.

You were in a spooning position, his large arms wrapped around your waist, mask finally taken off in the darkness of your room.

“You know,” He breaks the silence,”I really do appreciate it, the tattoo.”

“Thought it was only fair. You know, with you getting one for me and all.” Your voices are soft, just whispers in the night.

“You know you didn’t have to do it, right? Not just cause I did.” Anyone that didn’t know Simon would judge from his gruff voice that he was bored or uninterested, maybe even irritated. But you did know him, which means you easily pick up on even the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice.

Your brows furrow,”That’s not the only reason I got it.”

When you receive only silence you look over your shoulder at him, “You know that, right?” You ask as if it was obvious. You thought it was.

Once again, you receive only silence. You really wish it wasn’t so dark so you could read his expressions.

You shift your body so that you’re fully facing him.

“Hey,” you reach for the hand around you’re waist and hold it to your chest,”You know I love you right?”

“Yeah?” You don’t like that he sounds so hesitant.

“Simon,” you make sure he knows you’re serious,”I love you. You’re the only person I ever want to love, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon, and I sure as heck ain’t planning going anywhere anytime soon. So why wouldn’t I want evidence of you on my body?” You use your other hand to cup his cheek.

The breath he lets out sounds shaky, letting you know your little speech hit him right in the way you wanted it to. You can’t see anything but the outline of his figure, though you swear you can feel his gaze piercing you.

He brings the hand you’re not holding to rub the spot behind your ear where you know his initial lies.

“I love you too,” He confesses on a quivering exhale.

You slowly lean in for a kiss, not quite sure where his lips are in the dark but somehow hitting them almost perfectly the first try, almost as if it was second nature to you now. That’s something you never really felt before Simon. Sure you had locked lips with other guys but you never knew there could be such emotion in just a kiss. With him, it’s almost like your minds, as well as your lips, are closely connected for that moment. You can feel the love, the passion, the joy, all of it with just a touch of mouths.

Ghost is the one to break it first, breath fanning over your face as he speaks,”I just have one question.”

“Hm?” Your mind is still frazzled by that short intense make out session.

“Was it when I went to the bar with Johnny that Friday?”

Your mind slowly catches on to what he’s saying, letting out a small giggle. That’s confirmation enough for him.

“And you said you were just gonna have a lazy night in?” His fake anger makes your giggles worse.

“You went to the stinking parlor instead didn’t you?”

You don’t even know why this has tickled you so badly, but soon Simon’s own deep chuckles join yours.

He pulls you into his chest, “Sneaky girl.”

You two just laugh harder

Tattoos Tell A Story

You found it one day during one of your little “coloring sessions”,A little habit you’ve picked up ever since that one rainy day in July. Ghost had just come back from a mission and you both wanted to soak in as much of the other as possible, just bask in one another’s presence. Three months with nothing more then a letter exchange here and there, you were gonna enjoy as much time with your boyfriend as possible.

You remember lightly stroking his arm as you curiously asked him why all of his tattoos were so dull.

~*~

“Pardon?” He questions if he heard you right.

“Your tattoos, all of them are just black. There’s no color.” Your eyes still haven’t left where you are softly tracing one of his tattoos, a depiction of an assault rifle rapped in thorns.

He raises his other tattooed arm for inspection, as if he had forgotten what it looked like.

“I don’t need em’ all flashy. Besides,” he shrugs,”Think they look better this way.”

You make a noise of disagreement, shaking your head, until a thought seems to strike you, raising your head from where it was previously laying on his shoulder, eyes looking up at him with a mischievous glint.

“Wanna bet?” Is all he gets before you bolt out of his grip, standing up to dig through the bedside drawer, grabbing a case of markers out before diving back into bed, a little too excitedly seeing as how the whole thing rocked.

You hold the case up to him as a kid would show a crayon drawing to their parents.

He stares at the markers before flicking his eyes to you.

“What are ya doin’?

You completely ignore him as you smile, a little manically, and turn to grab his arm and get to work.

He may have complained, but he never stopped you.

And he would never admit it out loud, but it did look kinda cool

It also put him to sleep

~*~

And now your little “coloring sessions” have become a bit of a recurring thing.

Sick and stuck in bed? He gives you his arm.

That time of the month and you’re curled under the covers with cramps? He’s already grabbing the markers for you.

Just having a bit of a lazy cuddle session? You’re instinctually grabbing his arm.

Today, it’s the third option. He had once again just got home from a mission and, though not as long as some of his other send offs, it still seemed way too long to you. You were sitting against one another, your back to his chest, one arm hugging you to him, the other clutched in your grasp as you fill in his uncolored tattoos with your pack of markers. His masked face was pressed against the side of your head as he watched your hands delicately glide the marker across his skin, sometimes throwing in a cheeky comment or two about how a certain color didn’t go somewhere, which earned him a slap to the thigh.

You finished filling in the rose near his elbow, moving further down towards his hand, but something catches your eye.

You’d done this countless times now, you probably know his tattoos better than he does at this point. You know that the ink goes a little off line on his skull tattoo, you know that there’s a little stray mark beside the oak tree on his bicep. You know every detail and mistake.

That’s how you know this wasn’t here before.

It’s a small little heart on the inside of his wrist, not filled in because of course it isn’t.

You bring it up closer to your face for inspection, and that’s when you notice it

The writing inside.

Y/n

It…was your name?

You whip around to look back at him with questioning eyes.

The mask completely covered the lower part of his face,though his eyes gave away the soft smirk lurking beneath.

“The boys wanted to celebrate the win. Tattoos were Mactavish’s idea.” Bastards trying to be all nonchalant about it.

“But-but, why this?” You shove his own arm into his face, like he didn’t already know what was on it.

He shrugs,”Racked my brain for an idea, but, seems you’re the only thing on my mind these days. Couldn’t get ya out of my head-“

He huffs as you plow into him with a hug, immediately engulfing you in his muscled arms.

Simon never was one for excessive pda or poetic words, rather he showed love through his actions. Attempting to cook for you, making you bubble baths, bringing you heating pads and medicine for your cramps. And this was just another one added to the list, maybe the best of them all in your opinion, cause a tattoo-a tattoo’s pretty dang permanent. In his mind, you know, this is his promise of forever to you. His version of a promise ring.

There’s no tears shed, you never were much of a crier, but the emotions were definitely felt. The warmth, the happiness, the love, all of it was basically drowning you at this point.

“You know tattoo removals hurt right?” You lean away enough to look him in the eye,”Like-like what happens if this doesn’t work out, if you decide you’re tired of me,I don’t know, piggy backing you all the time or something and you have to go get this covered?” You motion to his arm.

It’s said as a joke, but he can still somehow detect the hint of serious worry in your voice.

He lightly grabs you under the chin,”Sweetheart, if I let a catch like you go then I deserve the pain.”

Alright you know you said you weren’t a crier, but that might have brought some moisture to your eye.

He doesn’t even try and stop you as your reach to roll the mask up to his nose, a testament of how much he trusts you. Overwhelmed with emotions, you tenderly cup his face to pull him into a kiss.

It’s slow and gentle, just a smooth glide of your lips against his. His hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. You lovingly gliding your thumb across his light stubble, breathing in his musky cologne. Although intense, the kiss contains absolutely no heat, no sexual insinuation. Instead, you feel only one thing.

Love

“I love you.” You relay breathlessly as you pull away, gently knocking your forehead against his.

You share a few breathes before he replies

“I….care, about you too,” you slap his arm with an unimpressed look,”Kidding! Of course I bloody love you, got your name tattooed on my arm for gosh sa-

You cut him off with another kiss.

~*~

Bonus:

You were once again laid on the bed, squished up against his side with a thick arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your eyes caught sight of your name engraved in his skin.

You smirk at the sight,”You know,” you break silence, catching his attention away from the tv,”It would have looked better if you had gotten the heart filled in with red.”

He’s a little confused for a second before catching your line of sight. He rolls his eyes, jostling you slightly as he sat up to reach beside the bed. Now you’re the one confused.

“Well, if that was the case,” he rolls back over to present you with a red marker,”You wouldn’t get to do it yourself, now would ya’?”

You grab the marker, sparing glances between it and the proud look on Simon’s face.

Your man, This man really got a tattoo with the intent for you to do your silly little coloring on it.

Yep, definitely love him.

giggling, kicking my feet and all that shit

My Bad, Man.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem Reader

Summary: being needy for JJ while he plays video games with Pope and John B.

Warnings: implied smut, cockwarming, mild dirty talk, implied/mentions of dom!jj and sub!reader at the end

Word Count: 703 words

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“Dude! Get the fucking zombie. Don’t let it kill you! POPE! That’s it. I’m not reviving you.” You hear JJ, from the living room, scream into his mic on his headset as he jams the buttons on his controller. Rubbing the towel over your legs, you finish drying your body off and grab your underwear from the bed when an idea arises. With a smirk, you drop the material back into your underwear drawer before grabbing JJ’s shirt and draping it over your torso, then walk past his spot on the couch, making your way to the kitchen. The fabric meets near your mid-thigh, barely covering your bottom as you reach for the cup from the top shelf. 

“Guys! I’ve got this generator. Protect the others!” JJ demands, focused solely on the game before him, not noticing you moving about the kitchen. Filling your glass, you walk over to JJ and sit down the glass of sweet tea on the coaster before him. The sound of the glass finally gathers J’s attention as his gaze turns to you, a sweet smile painted on his face when he notices his shirt.

“You always wear them better than me.” He says, covering his mic before he gestures for you to come to him. Leaning down, you capture his lips when you feel his hands slide past your hips to grip your ass before smacking your skin. Feeling your naked skin leads his hands to wander lower as you let his tongue invades your lips. A growl erupts from the blonde under you as he grabs your thighs and pulls you to straddle him. 

“No panties? My needy girl.” He whispers against your lips as he adjusts himself, so his growing bulge rubs against your core, earning a moan from you before his hand snakes up your chest and then grip your neck, making you grind against him harder, only the thin fabric of his boxers between the two of you. As JJ leans back and starts pulling down his boxers, Pope screams through the mic reminding JJ of the game. Neither of you realized his controller had fallen to the carpet when you straddled him, causing his character in the game to no longer to protect what he was supposed to. 

“JJ Maybank! Protect the damn generator!” Pope's yells are muffled but clear as you smirk at your boyfriend, who gives you a knowing look. With a nod, he removed his boxers before you gave him his controller and let him wrap his arms around your waist as he lowered you onto his cock. Biting your lip, you close your eyes as you try to focus on the feeling of him stretching you, then lay your head on JJ’s shoulder, peppering kisses along his jawline.

“Damn, you’re so perfect. You take me so well, baby.” JJ groans as you shift to wrap your legs around his waist, driving him deeper and making you bury your face in his neck. JJ allows you time to adjust before pulling the mic back to his face.

“Shit, I’m sorry, guys. I spilled my drink and had to get a towel. My bad, man.” JJ attempts to convince them.

“Yeah. Sure. I bet you were making out with Y/N.” You could practically hear John B’s smirk through the microphone. JJ laughs, causing his hips to move, making an unexpeave your lips.

“Oh, my god! Are they fucking right now? What the fuck?” Pope' had to move the left side of his headphone, making you able to hear them better as well. 

“What? No! Never.” JJ’s holding you to him as he giggles uncontrollably.

“I’m done. You all are gross.” John B and Pope say in unison, making you and JJ laugh harder.  Once both of your friends leave the game, JJ turns off the console before tossing the controller to the other side of the couch. 

“You ready, pretty girl?” JJ’s full attention is now on you, making you bashful as you feel yourself start to submit to him as his lustful eyes look over your body before stopping on your lips, his tongue wetting his own. 

“Yes, sir.”

call me what you like

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x f!Reader

A/N: Hello thereee, I just saw that I still have some drafts of non-requested fics, so I may just finish some of these before moving on to the newer requests. This is pretty short (and kinda stupid), but I just needed something cute for the vibes.

Summary: Kaz and the reader have been married for quite some years now, unbeknownst to their friends. But what if a slip up causes this shared secret to come to the surface?

Genre: Fluff and Comedy

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Slight ooc!Kaz, marriage, cringe