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Losing your memory

Pairing: Young! Coriolanus Snow x fem!Capitol! reader Summary: He used to be your Coryo. Now he has become the man you don't know. The Plinth heir. The future president of Panem. You pray every day to forget about the sweet boy you fell in love with, on whom you could always count. To forget who he was and lose the memory of the past. Just like he did. Well... not exactly. Unfortunately for you, he still wants to remember you. Inspired by: "Losing your memory" by Ryan Star Word count: 7,2 k ~•♤♤♤•~ Coriolanus Snow's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

You've been avoiding him ever since you found out he was back in the Capitol.

A month ago, this news would have aroused great joy and ecstasy in you. Your Coryo is back home. He managed to shorten his exile and gain Dr. Gaul's favour again.

But the man who returned from District 12 was not your dear friend or lover. This wasn't your sweet Coryo, with whom you walked hand in hand to school. This wasn't the boy you shared your lunch with. This wasn't a boy who cared about your well-being above his own. This wasn't a boy who joked about snobbish children spoiled by the richest people in Panem with you and Sejanus at the end of the day. (Although he talked with them, trying to keep up good appearances—he used to call that one of the responsibilities of being Snow.)

The man who came back was Coriolanus. The new Plinth heir. The shell of someone you knew. The ruthless, cold pet of the mad creator of the Hunger Games you despised.

Sejanus' death didn't hurt you as much as the transformation of Coriolanus from the person closest to you into someone you barely even recognized. And from the tearful, sad, resentful, and disappointed stories you heard from Tigris, you had an accurate picture of the man who took your Coryo's place.

And you hated him with all your heart.

Especially after what he promised you when you stayed at his apartment for one snowy winter night.

You lay wrapped in the various blankets and quilts Coryo and Tigris could find. It was winter, and they didn't have much money for additional heating, so they mostly walked around the house in several layers and slept under piles of clothes.

You didn't know about that that night.

Tigris lent him her quilt so that he wouldn't have to be ashamed of the poverty his family had fallen into since you were supposed to come to sleepover with him after the argument with your parents.

Cuddling up to your blonde boy, you tried to fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat. You frowned at the sound of it being a little faster than usual.

You lift your head and look at him carefully. His gaze is distant and thoughtful as he lazily draws patterns on your back as he presses you against his chest.

"Coryo?" you whisper, cupping his cheek in your hand tenderly and forcing those blue irises you have loved so much to look at you. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

He sighs long and presses a kiss on your forehead, the tip of his nose stroking your hair, as he is inhaling your scent. "I just... I just think about the fact that you deserve so much more. My grandma and Tigirs deserve much more than... this." he says with disgusting pointing at the room you were in.

"This..." you say, clasping your hands together and pressing a tender kiss to the back of his hand. "Is more than enough. You are all I need. And one day, when you are President of Panem or any other important figure in the Capitol, none of you will lack anything. This is a temporary state. You are too smart to be anything less than great, Coryo. You know it."

You see him hold back tears. He pushed your head onto his chest to rest his chin on your head. He is not crying. He almost never cries. But you know how close he is to it by the slight quiver in his breathing.

"I know I don't show it often enough... but you mean... everything to me. I can't imagine how I would go through these all without you by my side."

"I love you, Corio. Just promise me you won't forget this. What you went through, what you experienced. Don't forget your struggle. That's something you should never be ashamed of." he tenses at your words but leans in to kiss you passionately and hungrily. Putting all his unexpressed emotions into action and into that kiss that warmed you more than any blanket or radiator could ever.

"I promise. I will never forget how you kept me sane. When you were the only shelter I could go to and the only support that could bear the boundlessness of my troubles and doubts. How you were my only moonlight in the worst of my darknesses." you laugh softly, recognising part of his words.

"Quoting poets will get you nowhere, Coriolanus Snow." you say teasingly, rubbing your nose against him, at which he chuckles, licking his lips.

"Well... I've learned that in some situations, it gets me somewhere. And it's a very cold night tonight, don't you think? I can't let you freeze to death." he says as his hands go under your shirt—actually, his shirt that you stole from his closet.

"Well… I guess there's nothing left for me… but to place myself under your solicitous care." you sigh softly as he pins you underneath him, making sure the cocoon of blankets is still tightly wrapped around the two of you.

"I couldn't have said it better." he whispers and presses his lips against yours, stealing your breath countless times. He pulls away just a little to say against your lips, "You're mine. We belong together. No matter what."

He makes you shiver as you eagerly agree to everything he says. You don't realise how, in the future, you will curse every single intimate, sweet moment you shared with him.

Ironically, you realise how deep he has gotten under your skin the moment he returns to the Capitol, and you have to avoid him, not when he is sent into exile.

It was probably because when he was gone, you were too distraught to bother leaving your room, opening the blinds, or wiping the tears that somehow kept leaking from your eyes to notice how almost every place reminded you of him. If you could, you'd go back in time and tell yourself there's no point in crying over the asshole he's become.

Although maybe you already felt that your Corio was leaving, and it was a way of mourning him?

Anyway, you saw him everywhere. Not Coriolanus. Coryo. He stalked you in the library, the park, the cafe near the academy that you two and Sejanus liked to go to, and of course the Academy itself. Kudos to your parents for not letting him into your house. At least he didn't pollute your room with memories of him.

Involuntarily, you wonder if he also sees you, for example, in every corner of his apartment. Or maybe he renovated it beyond recognition to erase all traces of his past?

You didn't know.

And you didn't want to know.

The information about him that Tigris gave you when you met her at your house when Coriolanus was at the university for classes was sufficient.

Just because it didn't work out with her cousin didn't mean you would abandon your only real friend. And just because things didn't work out with her cousin didn't mean she would stop (more or less subtly) encouraging you to go back to him.

"We talked about you." she says, making adjustments to your dress that she made for your birthday party thrown by your parents. Another one of the unpleasant responsibilities.

"You and your grandma?" you ask, trying to avoid HIM as a topic as much as possible.

"No. Me and Coriolanus." she says, pinning something to your waist—some decorative strip of fabric or something—you're not sure; you're too focused on the window and the bustling city as you are trying to ignore her words. "You know… I think… I think I saw in his eyes… the old Coryo. For a brief moment, but… maybe if you came back to him, he would come back to himself too."

"I'm sorry, Tigris, but I think he went too far on his path to simply go back to who he was. Surely not because of me."

"I understand… I just really miss him." she says it in a soft, broken tone, and your heart breaks at it. You hug her with all your strength, uniting with her pain that you also felt so deeply.

"Me too." you whisper in her ear as she cries into your shoulder.

Tigris was a very strong woman. She always impressed you. You wanted to be as strong as her. But even the toughest had to cry sometimes.

After all, there comes a time when even the snow melts... even if only for a little while.

You held him tightly in your arms as Corio cried into your chest.

His grandmother fell ill. Hard. Without a doctor, she definitely wouldn't be able to get out of this on her own, and they didn't have the money to pay for one, let alone the medicines.

Your boyfriend spent the whole day planning, thinking, and getting any money, but it was not enough even to buy the cheapest antibiotic.

However, you didn't expect that after you found out it all from Tigris and ran to him as fast as you could with the chicken soup prepared by your servants and all your pocket money, he would start crying.

Coriolanus Snow cried like a little baby.

You handed the money and soup to Tigris, who, after feeding up their grandma, quickly ran out with her to the doctor. At that time, you were holding your boyfriend in your arms in the other room, who simply fell apart from his helplessness.

"Shh… it's going to be okay, Coryo. She will live, falsify that stupid hymn and hate me for not being enough for you just as she used to." your attempt to comfort him didn't help. If anything, he only cried more, holding onto you tighter and tighter.

"I should be able to take care of them... I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around. I'm pathetic and weak. I'm not worthy of being called Snow."

"Hey, my sweet boy, look at me. You are strong. You are the strongest man I know. You are looking after me all the time; you literally give me everything you have, the last piece of your food, to keep me happy, safe, and full when I forget to bring a damn second breakfast from home or don't have time to eat something. You love me, and I love you, and that's how it works. We care about each other. And I have never, ever regretted being with you. Because what we have… is more valuable than anything else in this world. I trust you implicitly, and I will always be by your side. You are not alone with your problems and suffering. Not as long as I am here."

"But for how long will you stay? For how long will you endure with me?" he asks, and after one look at those a little red from crying, beautiful blue iris, you answer without a shadow of hesitation.

"As long as you love me and I can trust you. As long as I breathe. As long as I am in your mind and heart. I am not going anywhere, Coryo. Money can be earned, but what we have... you can't buy it. What I feel for you is more dear to me than any treasure in this world and I will never exchange it for anything else." you promise, stroking his hair tenderly to help him calm down.

You should've then wondered why he doesn't agree with you then. Why doesn't he say that he also feels this way and that he also values you more than money, glory, and honours?

But he blinds you by telling you for the first time that he loves you.

And you cling to him, wiping the tears from his face with your lips and foolishly believing that your love is pure and eternal.

Like a driven snow.

You knew this day would come someday. The day you let your guard down. But you hoped it would take a little longer before you came face-to-face with Coriolanus.

You are completely unprepared for this. You just freeze like a deer in headlights when you see his face at the end of one of the university's corridors as he walks forward, looking for something in his bag. Before you can even think about running away, he looks up, probably feeling watched, and his blue, icy eyes meet yours.

You both stand there transfixed, looking at each other, taking in the changes in your appearance since the last time you saw each other, which was after you broke up with him, when you saw how tenderly he treated Lucy Gray and how comfortable he was around her. And after someone politely informed you that he had kissed her.

"Y/N!" Coriolanus calls out to you and takes a step towards you, but you quickly step back and run through the crowd of people to get away from him. Unfortunately for you, he doesn't give up that easily. He never does. "Y/N! Wait!"

You have no intention of doing so. You run as fast as you can, bumping into several students along the way. You don't even bother apologising; you just run, hoping that Snow will stop being hot on your heels. Which, by the way, was a miserable dream after how fit he was after his training and the time he spent as a peacekeeper.

On the way, you notice a woman's bathroom and immediately run into it. You lock yourself in a cabin, thanking God or whoever is up that you managed to get an empty cabin and hide in it. You hear his quick footsteps and the door opening, followed by the screams of other women in the bathroom. You sigh in relief as you hear him obediently leave the room.

You're not leaving, though. You are not stupid. You know he's waiting at the door for you to come out. You decide to wait here until the end of the break between classes and hope that he will drop the idea of continuing to chase you and talk to you, and he will attend the lecture instead.

As the bathroom begins to empty, you realise that the next lectures must be soon. You stand silently on the toilet seat, listening carefully, waiting for the right moment to emerge from your miserable hiding place.

Just as you are about to reach for the doorknob, the bathroom door opens. You shiver as you hear heavy footsteps echoing off the tiles of the empty bathroom. And you think that you can smell the subtle scent of roses in the air.

"Come on, Y/N. I know you're here. I just want to talk."

Said the snake moments before eating the bird alive.—you think, mentally mocking how gentle he was trying to present himself. As if he could still be your Coryo.

"I have time. I can play hide-and-seek with you, if you want to. After all, you always liked to play this when we were kids. And you always lost."

You roll your eyes, listening carefully to his footsteps. He was opening the first cabin. You were in the middle one—the one a little closer to the door (and him).

"We'll have to talk eventually. You can't avoid me and ignore me, no matter how good you are at it lately. Let's stop this ridiculous, childish behaviour and go talk over coffee and some of your favourite cookies at the cafe near the academy. Just like the good old days. Well, this time all your orders are on me. What do you say?"

You would have snorted if it hadn't immediately revealed your hiding place to him. How dare he invite you to the place where you, he, and Sejanus spent the most time? To the place where your first unofficial date was.

He wanted to manipulate you, to make you believe that your Corio is still there and lives behind the façade of the rich, arrogant asshole he has become. But you knew better. His eyes told you everything you needed to know.

Even without Tigris' help, you realised that he... was a completely different person. He turned into somebody you only used to know in the past.

"Seriously? Still nothing? So you prefer the hard way, then..." he says, opening another cabin. You wait patiently for him to come to yours.

You breathe as quietly as you can, trying not to let him know which cabin you're in. You listen to his slow, measured steps as, with the incredible confidence and calm that is typical of him, he opens each cabin door, moving inexorably towards you.

Your heart quickens, beating madly, when you see his shoes in the whole, under the cabin's door. He reaches for the door handle, and before he can open it, you push the door against him with all your strength.

You hear him curse, taking a few steps back in a daze and holding his nose. You take the opportunity and run to the exit of the bathroom as fast as you can, not looking back.

"Fuck! Y/N! Are you insane?!" he shouts, running after you.

You reach the door just in time and slam it behind you, sprinting out of the university. You get in your car and drive away with your tyres screeching. In the rearview mirror, you see him leaving the building and following your car with a furious glare.

"I can't believe you invited Snow." you huff, fixing your makeup in the mirror. Your father is buttoning his cuffs, and your mother stands next to you, also putting the finishing touches on her appearance. "You hated him when we were together."

"He is an ambitious and clever boy. Plinth did well to make him his heir. You should reconsider whether he really is that bad. This match would have opened many doors for us. Not only among Plinth's allies but also among Dr. Gaul. God knows how she favours this boy. Who knows? Maybe one day he will be president of Panem."

"If so, I will run away abroad." you say it bitterly, putting your lipstick back in your purse and adjusting the necklace around your neck to make yourself look perfect.

"Don't be stupid. Snow wouldn't be so bad for you. Since you are our only child, we must marry you well. Make sure your husband doesn't blow our fortune in a week. And Snow is a thoughtful boy. He wouldn't let you live below the poverty line."

"And he's quite handsome." your mother adds, straightening your father's tie. "Still, he's not a womaniser. I heard he turned down the... special attention of Crane's daughter and a few other Capitol's girls. I guess he's been alone since your breakup."

"Hmm. Great. He wouldn't cheat on me with other snobs in the capital, but he would fuck with whores in the district. The perfect candidate for a husband." you scoff, walking with them to the next room, where the photographers were waiting to take a photo of you together.

“Language, Y/N. You are a lady. Besides, it is not certain whether he and this Lucy Gray actually had something between them. After all, she's a woman from the district.” your mom says this, smiling for the cameras.

The flashes blind you a little, but with your father's and mother's hands on your shoulders, you somehow manage to keep your pose, fake, pretty smile, and opened eyes.

Your father thanks them and leads you out of the room and into the corridor leading to the great hall where the ball was to be held.

"And even if he did, it's good that he had some fun. It will make him appreciate the treasure that you are and see that you are irreplaceable." he says, taking the box out of his pocket. He hands it to you with a warm smile. "Happy birthday, my treasure."

"We've already given her..." your father shushes your mother. You send them a confused look as you open the medium-sized box.

You find a tiara there. A small diamond tiara.

"It will match your dress perfectly." your father says proudly. You nod and walk to the mirror to put it on, despising the object in your hands with all your heart. You may look like a princess, but you've never felt so... disgusted with yourself before.

This feeling intensified even more when, after a toast and receiving wishes from several of your friends and more powerful families, you managed to sneak out to the balcony. Not long after you, all the single, young men of the richest family on the Capitol entered, with Coriolanus among them. They each took a cigarette and started smoking, gossiping about the events of the week…

And their topic of conversation was exactly what you were afraid of when you got that fucking tiara.

"Have you seen this? I bet they're pure diamonds. Old Y/L/N wants to marry her off so much that he's using every trick possible."

"He doesn't need to do much. She is beautiful in her own right. But this character… it's easier to train a dog than such a stubborn cow."

"What Snow? Are you now regretting that the Capitol's Diamond slipped from your hands? I heard she wants nothing to do with you. How unfortunate that it happened at the moment when you started to count in the eyes of the elite, and now you really have any chance of grabbing this precious gem for yourself."

The Capitol's Diamond. You shudder, thinking about the nickname you've been given.

That's what they called you. The sole heiress to your parents' fortune. Diamond of the Capitol, the best match in the city, with a dowry greater than any other woman. Anyone who won your hand was guaranteed to reach the top and success with your family's connections, your charm, beauty, and brain. And these vultures knew it perfectly well.

You were curious how the new Coriolanus would react.

Your Coryo only took advantage of your position in society when he had to. He didn't ask you for money or for you to convince your father to whisper a good word about him here and there. Maybe it was because of his pride; maybe he really didn't care. You have no idea. But Coryo despised that term as much as you did. You wondered if that had changed as well.

"I'm still in the game." he replies evasively, sipping his drink. The others laugh and he frowns in displeasure.

"Sure. Because the way she ran away from you today when you approached her with a gift says exactly that." they mock him. You see him clench his jaw, glaring at them coldly as he considers his next move.

"Enjoy it while you can. Your good mood will end when our cat-and-mouse game is over and the Capitol's Diamond hangs proudly on my shoulder." you huff, shaking your head in disbelief. You come out of hiding, and all the men on the balcony tense up and look at you in surprise.

Especially Coriolanus. Suddenly everyone is staring intently at the garden of your estate, too shy to look at you. Except Snow. He drills a hole into you with his gaze as he thinks of a way to undo what he said.

"Gentlemen." you scoff, walking past them and ignoring Coriolanus' glare. "For your information, I would rather live in one of the districts than marry any of you. Enjoy the party." you add sweetly, walking back to the ballroom.

The party is in full swing. You are talking to Thomas, using a sweet boy in a shameful way—to scare other men away from you. Just as you expected, they started flocking to you like flies to a fire.

So you chose the least spoiled of them. Thomas was nice and funny; you had a good time talking to him, and dancing with him was even better.

He wasn't rich; he wasn't part of the cream of society. You were really starting to enjoy spending time with him. And most importantly... he looked nothing like Coriolanus. He was nice for the eyes, but his dark hair, eyes, and sweet, shy personality made him drastically different from your ex. So he was the perfect break from your dramatic love life. Boring, nice change.

You danced to a waltz with him. He held you gently, close but respectful, not invading your personal space. He was a perfect gentleman. The man of your dreams.

If only Coriolanus' icy eyes weren't focused on both of you like a predator waiting for its prey to stumble, you would be able to enjoy Thomas' company to the fullest.

You are with him at the buffet, sipping drinks, when suddenly the last person you expected to meet here approaches you.

"Mrs. Plinth." you whisper in shock as he stands in front of you.

She looks—probably the way she feels. Nice on the outside and devastated on the inside. The dark circles under her eyes cannot be fully covered by makeup, and the deep black of her dress is a clear reminder of what she is still going through.

You can't imagine the pain he's going through right now. And you wonder why the woman decided to join her husband for your birthday party. Since Sejanus' death, she has rarely left their apartment.

"Y/N. Can I steal you from this young man for a moment?"

"Of course." you say, not even looking in Thomas' direction as you and Mrs. Plinth walk to one of the empty living rooms in your mansion. You close the door behind her and point to the couch. "Can I get you something to drink? Or to eat?"

"No. There is no need, darling. I just… I just came here to give you something." she says, pulling a thick letter out of her purse. "I… the letters from Sejanus are still reaching us. The flow of information between the districts and the Capitol is… very heavy and long. Especially when the peacekeepers are now checking every one of his correspondence. He sent it to you. Or rather, he wanted you to send it to him. Or rather, he wanted you to have it, just in case he couldn't… I'm sorry."

Your heart aches with sadness, seeing her on the verge of tears. She probably has no one to talk to about her son except her husband. After all, Sejanus was a traitor of Panem…

"He was a wonderful friend. The best one somebody could have. I could always count on him. Thank you for... taking the trouble to give me a letter from him. That... means a lot." you say, fighting the urge to hug the woman. The Capitol is not famous for acts of tenderness, mercy, or compassion. You had to keep up a facade. Always.

You take the letter from her and walk her to the exit. You give her one sympathetic look—everything you could afford in your position—and close the door behind her.

You sit on the couch and open the letter with trembling hands, trying not to look too closely at the way he wrote your name on the envelope. You know that will remind you of how you taught him how to decorate letters in his first days at the Capitol. Because everything here had to be perfectly beautiful. Even the fucking handwriting.

A bracelet falls out of the envelope and onto your lap. It is not particularly beautiful or sumptuous. It is a simple strap holding a peg-shaped pendant with some black, crushed stone placed behind a piece of glass.

You place it on the coffee table and open the letter with trembling hands. You already feel that after all this you will have to fix your makeup, which you will probably ruin with tears, but Sej's letter cannot wait until the end of the party.

Y/N, If you are somehow reading this letter, it means that I am not at your 20th birthday party, which makes me very sad. (You know how I love celebrating in your garden away from these Capitol's snobs.) Coming back, you know that I wish you all the best (along with Coryo. He's too big of a stick up his ass to write to you, even though he misses you and can't stop thinking about you. Take pity on me and write to this stubborn idiot, because I don't think I can stand another tirade about you and your perfection. Seriously. Our boy is getting mad because of this despair. I don't recognise him at all.) So, my dear friend, I wish you the best. I don't have any trinkets, interesting books, sweets, or anything suitable as a gift here, so I hope you'll be satisfied with what I came up with. I am not a poet, so don't laugh at me. I shall hear... or not. I made the bracelet, which you've probably already seen, myself. And that stone that is inside (and I hope it survived) is coal. I wanted to give this to you as a symbol of who you are to me. Everyone sees you as a diamond, something precious and beautiful. But for me and probably other people close to you, you are something more. This shiny diamond facade hides carbon. A simple coal, an ordinary soul like many others. But you made something more out of that ordinary coal. You are a diamond. Indestructible, the most durable of all. The purest form, preserved among the other gems and stones of the Capitol, because that's what all these power-hungry assholes are—coals that have decided not to change, to choose what is easy for them. I hope now you can see why I liked that nickname for you, diamond. So I hope you always stay true to yourself. No matter what. That's what I learned here, and I want to pass it on to you. Although I hope that by then the three of us will meet again in the Capitol. Do not wait for us both, Sejanus P.S. I miss you too.

You fold the letter and put it back in the envelope. You wipe away the tears that remain on your cheeks with your hands and take a few ragged breaths, trying to calm down.

You freeze when suddenly someone's arms wrap around you. The scent of roses hits your nostrils.

You get up from the couch like you've been burned and push Coriolanus' arms away from you. The feeling of sadness quickly turns to anger and pure fury as you stare at Snow.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you growl through a clenched jaw, extremely glad that there's a couch between you, or you'd hit him. And it was easier for you to explain your tears and smeared makeup than your red knuckles.

"Sweet, kind Plinth, giving you thoughtful gifts from beyond the grave. You love the dead Sejanus so much and ignore the living me. It must be hypocrisy on your part, don't you think? You accuse me of forgetting about Sejanus when you treat me so shamefully, worse than a dog. Should I die so that you can finally stop giving me the silent treatment and running away from me?"

"Believe me, you don't want to hear what I have to say to you." you huff, taking the bracelet and the letter. You hide them in the bodice of your dress and go to the mirror to fix your smudged makeup.

"You do not have to do that. Your boy isn't at the party anymore anyway." he says, standing so that you can see his reflection in the mirror.

"What?" you ask in surprise, turning to face him. You both stare at each other. In fact, you're only now getting a chance to take a good look at him. And you notice with dissatisfaction that the bastard found out from Tigris what your dress would look like, and he chose a suite so that both of you would match. "Where is Thomas?"

"Your little boy toy? Do you think he's enough of a distraction? That he can replace me? That he'll make you feel what I feel? Maby, that he can even protect you from me? Only I know you. I'm the only one worthy of your fucking attention and affection." you push past him, but he grabs your elbow.

"Touch me again and I'll cut off your hand and shove it down your throat." you growl, breaking away from his grip.

"Such aggression… I don't remember you from this side." he mocks you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You step away from him and cross your arms, staring at him defiantly.

"I will ask you one last time. Where is Thomas?"

"Let's just say that your mother and I caught him stealing your jewelry. We were merciful enough to solve the matter quietly. You will never see that garbage on the ball or any gala again. Certainly not on yours."

"Were you the one who framed him for this?" his silence and the calculating, self-proud look of the cat that caught the canary (or, in this case, the snake that choked the mouse) tell you everything. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you ask furiously.

You want to move past him, but he pushes you back, making you bump into the wall. He closes the gap between you in one step, pressing his chest against yours.

"You're mine. You've always been. You shouldn't lead this loser on or give him false hopes. We both know we will end up together."

"I broke up with you." you remind him, not caring about his intimidating attitude.

"A mistake I intend to fix." he says, leaning towards you.

His nose brushes against yours, and you shiver. You lift your leg, trying to kick him in the groyne, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees your sudden movement and grabs your thigh in a tight grip. If it weren't for the thick layers of material, he would probably leave bruises.

"You... you have nothing to fix. There is no longer us. I don't even know you anymore, Coriolanus."

"Don't." he growls at you angrily. You can see the desperation and madness in his eyes at the fact that you're using his name and that you wrote off your relationship. "It was always you. You were always mine, Y/N, and I was always your Coryo."

"Things are changing quickly. We are not the same, and now we have nothing in common, nothing to talk about."

"We have EVRYTHING to talk about. I still love.."

"DON'T!" you interrupt him. He freezes. You rarely shout, especially at him. That's why he takes a step back before putting on his impassive mask again. "Don't even say that. You have no idea what love is. Sure, you may feel attached and even desire me at some point, but you have no idea of unconditional, true love. So for old time's sake, leave me alone."

"What about you? Do you think you are so holy and blameless? That I'm the only bad guy? You lied to me. You promised you would stay with me, no matter what."

"I promised it to my Coryo. Not to you, Coriolanus. My Coryo died in District 12 with Sejanus—maybe even in the Hunger Games—when you let Dr. Gaul brainwash you in the name of fame, money, and position. You think that old hag didn't tell me why Sejanus is dead? That I don't know that your songbird has disappeared? That I would believe that Highbottom just got high or drank himself to death?" he clenches his jaw and fists at your words. You can see how furious he is, but he holds back, still controlling himself.

"Everything I did, I did for us. For you. For Tigris and Grandma." you laugh, wondering who he's trying to fool—himself, you, or both of you at the same time.

"No. You're doing it for yourself. Only for yourself, Coriolanus." he gets even more angry and pins you to the wall again. His cool blue eyes are raging with rage, and you try hard to push away the feeling of fear he has stirred in you.

"Do you want a reason to hate me? So you and Tigris can still gossip about my madness? Then maybe I should let this old man pursue her and sell her as a wife to one of them for good money."

"KEEP HER OUT OF IT! It's Tigris, Coriolanus! Tigris! The woman whose sacrifice you owe your entire fucking life to! A woman who went out of her way to give your ungrateful, selfish ass something to wear. Who sacrificed the love of her life in the name of maintaining the façade of Snow's wealth?! You can give a damn about me, Sejan, and even that little songbird of yours, but if you fucking ruin the life of your cousin—the only goddamn person who still cares about you—I promise you, in memory of OUR dead friend, that there won't be a fucking hole where you could hide from me."

You stare daggers at each other, both openly expressing your resentment towards the other. You have no idea why he still cares about you—is it because of your money, position, or some sick fantasy he has in his head, or maybe he actually still cares about you?

You don't think about it when a more important issue arises.

Suddenly, he grabs your face in both hands and pulls you towards him, greedily kissing you as he connects your lips after a very long time of separation. He caresses your lips with his and kisses you with such fervour as if he craves you like a hermit starving for water.

And for a moment, you feel like you were with Coryo, when all that mattered to you was the other one, when you could get lost in each other, forgetting about the rest of the world and the worries that were waiting for you.

And that's exactly what he's doing now. He makes you forget about anything but him.

You can't help but moan into his mouth as he presses his body against yours. When he releases his strong grip on your cheeks to grab you around your waist and press you against his body, his leg is between yours.

He kisses you more hungrily, groaning too at the familiar warmth of your body against him and the feeling of your soft, silky skin pressing against him. The scent of your perfume mixes, creating a perfect combination of roses and your favourite flowers. Your hands automatically go to his hair as you hold on to him and press him to you. You don't like the gel on your hands from his hair, but you ignore this new, irritating feeling by biting his lip.

You don't think at all. As well as Coriolanus. You both just kiss each other, your tongues joining, as you both let your desire for one another take control of the situation.

You only come to your senses when your lips break apart. You gasp, trying to breathe again, as he fucks your exposed collarbones with kisses. Your brain comes back to you as he leaves a hickey on your neck. He bites you, making you moan so needily that a wave of shame washes over you with his tongue, soothing the bite. You push him away from you and place your hand on your chest, trying to regain control over yourself.

"See? We belong together. There is no other way, Y/N. We are all we need."

"Bullshit." you gasp, trying to ignore the possessive, smug feeling blooming in your chest when you see his messy hair and your lipstick smeared on his lips. "Since you are that good in losing your memory, then forget about me too."

"I can't. I just can't. You think I haven't tried? That you don't haunt me every damn step I take? Everything I have and everything I know is saturated with you. With the memory of both of us. I forgot about what I had with that songbird and my friendship with Sejanus, but I simply CAN'T forget about you. I haven't spent a single damn day without thinking about you. NOT EVEN ONE. And I know you felt the same way. Do you know why I didn't kill that stupid boy who was clinging to you? Because I knew it would make you hate me even more. I was alone without you at 12, and you know how it ended. You are my conscience. Without you... there's nothing holding me back. Without you, there is nothing to distinguish me from the Hunger Games tributes. I have no borders, mercy, compassion, or anything that makes people human beings. And Gaul knows it. That's why she told you all of my crimes; that's why you're paranoid now that I'm someone completely different. But it's still me. I. Am. Still. Your. Coryo." he says it firmly, taking a step closer to you with each word.

"Don't turn me into a fucking cricket for your Pinocchio. I am not, and I do not want to be your conscience. I will not take part in your lies, games, and manipulations." you say as you both stare at each other, neither of you wanting to concede to the other in any way.

"I will have you. One way or another, but I will. Even if it is the last thing I do, I will have you by my side. Just where you always belonged. I promised you to be my First Lady. And I intend to keep that promise."

"You must become president first. And believe me, I will do everything in my power to prevent that from happening. Maybe you can't forget about me. But I can. I do not need you. I never needed you. How ironic to be able to lose the memories of everyone except the girl who will be the end of you, isn't it, CORIOLANUS?" you mock him, a smirk on your lips, making him a promise.

You walk past him, and this time he lets you go, knowing full well that he won't do anything more with you today. At least he got his kiss and a little taste of you, a reminder of the reward that awaits him when everything finally falls into place. When he finally has you in his arms and is at the top of Panem—his rightful place.

"The game has just begun!" he shouts after you, staring at you as you head towards the bathroom to touch up your ruined makeup. It gives you satisfaction to think that this bastard will probably have to clean himself up after your little make-out session, too.

You think that maybe Gaul was right about the Hunger Games being the whole world. But the reality was that there could only be ONE winner.

And among the people of the Capitol, only you and Coriolanus had a real chance of winning. It has always been like that. And even lost memories that do not want to go away so easily are proof of this.

Part 2

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meo-eiru · 4 months ago

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My hands trembled as I bundled Eden into a thick woolen blanket, his tiny face peeking out, eyes wide and curious. He was only two, but he seemed to sense my anxiousness. His usual babbling fell silent, and in the hush that followed, my breath came quick and shallow.

I glanced around the room�� it was my prison for the past three years. The bed, neatly made, the worn rocking chair in the corner, its wood rubbed smooth by countless hours of nursing Eden, the faded curtains I had sewn myself.

Micah had left early, as he often did, locking the door behind him. But something in me had shifted that time. Perhaps it was the way Eden had looked at me with those clear eyes, as if seeing me for the first time, really seeing me.

I saw myself reflected in those eyes, truly saw myself—the woman I had been, the mother I had become. And I knew then that we could not stay here.

Not another day.

Not another hour.

I had bundled him up, pulling a small bag from the closet— one that I had packed in secret over the weeks, stowing away small things that Micah wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t much— just some clothes, diapers, and a small children’s book.

The plan was simple— too simple, perhaps. Slip out unnoticed, walk the streets as though nothing was amiss, as though I were just another mother taking her child for a stroll. Once we reached the outskirts, we would find a way to leave this place, to escape him. Somehow, I told myself. Somehow we will be free.

“Shh, baby,” I softly say as I tucked the blanket tighter around Eden’s small frame. “We have to be quiet now, okay?”

Eden blinked up at her with those bright, clear eyes that were nothing like Micah’s. His hair was the same light shade, his features a mirror of his father’s, but those eyes— they were mine. He was the only part of me that hadn’t been tainted by Micah, yet.

Eden blinked up at me, his bright, clear eyes— so different from his father’s. His hair was the same pale shade as Micah’s, and his features echoed his father’s angelic feautures. Yet those eyes—they were mine, untouched by him. He was the only part of me that hadn’t been tainted… not yet.

I pressed a kiss to his forehead, breathing in the scent of him, that sweet, innocent smell that only babies possess. It anchored me, if only for a moment. His breath was warm against my neck, and I could feel his tiny heartbeat— fast, like a hummingbird— beating in time with my own.

But as I stepped outside, the cold air biting at my skin. The town was quiet, the streets empty, but I could feel the eyes of the houses on me, their windows like unblinking stares. My hands shook as I fumbled with the gate, Eden stirring slightly in my arms.

We made it a few streets over before I heard it— the sound of footsteps behind me.

“Y/N…”

I froze, every muscle in my body locking into place. I turned slowly, as if in a trance, to find Micah standing beneath the pale light of the rising sun. His eyes dark and unreadable. His face was calm, almost serene, but there was something in it that made my blood run cold. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he finally spoke, low and steady, the way it always was.

Eden shifted in my arms, turning to look at his father, his bright eyes blinking up at him with innocently. I felt my breath catch in my throat as Micah stepped closer.

“I—” I started, but the words died in my mouth. What could I say? That I wanted to leave? That I needed to escape? That I couldn’t breathe in his presence?

But Micah didn’t need me to speak. He reached out, gently, almost tenderly, and took Eden from my arms. The boy went to him without protest, a wide smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his little arms around his father’s neck.

“You’re tired,” Micah said softly, his hand brushing against my cheek. His touch was deceptively gentle, as it always was. “You need to rest. You’re not thinking clearly.”

I wanted to scream, to push him away, to grab my son and run. But my body betrayed me, going still under his gaze. He had won, as he always did.

Micah turned, Eden still cradled in his arms, and began to walk back toward the house. I followed, because there was nothing else I could do. The streets seemed narrower now, the sky darker.

When we returned, Micah set Eden down, and the boy toddled off to play, oblivious. Micah said nothing more about my attempt to leave. He didn’t need to. Eden clambered back into his father’s arms, Micah’s long, pale hair trailing through the boy’s small fingers, he swept a hand across the my son’s back. His opened eyes, empty as the void. Yet his smile remained, gentle, almost kind— disarming. It held all the warning I needed.

And so, the day passed as it always does.

DUDE!!!! HOW ARE YOU SENDING IN MASTERPIECE AFTER MASTERPIECE THIS FAST!!!!

God Micah is so scary I love this so so much. The way he appeared? Are you a monster??

I feel so bad for the reader man, it's like she's a flower he took home with him, forever unable to escape under his watchful eyes.

The previous parts for anyone who missed! 1, 2, 3

#asks #micah #yandere priest #yandere priest x reader #yandere x reader #fanfic

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bluejeanstrash · 1 year ago

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it’s 1:23 am when seungcheol realises you’re no longer in bed with him. even though he’s got his back turned to you, there’s this gnawing feeling of something missing that stirs him awake.

he turns to see the empty space; sheets still warm with traces of you. he then turns back around to check what the time is, feeling his eyelids go heavy as he dozes off, phone still in hand.

it’s 2:02 am when seungcheol wakes up again, the phone falling from his grip, hitting the carpeted floor. he jolts awake, sitting up to see you’re still gone.

‘babe?’ he calls out to a silent apartment. he tries your name next to no answer. he’s worried now — a growing anxiety fills his chest as he rushes out of bed.

‘baby?’ he checks the bathrooms first. then the other bedroom. the kitchen next. and as he’s walking across the living room, he sees your silhouette on the couch.

he rushes over, turning on the lamp behind you as a soft orange hue illuminates the room and your face along with it. you look awful. the colour’s drained from your face and your hair’s all matted — sticking to your forehead, and somehow you’re sweating and shivering all at once.

‘what the..’ he brings the back of his hand to your forehead, gently pressing it to your skin. he checks your cheeks next, and finally your throbbing neck ‘you’re burning!’

‘why didn’t you wake me up!’

‘you have schedule’ you mumble as he frowns, getting upset.

‘that doesn’t matter. don’t do that again’ he scolds, immediately softening his tone when you let out a weak cough.

‘have you taken your temperature yet?’ you nod, turning your head to the digital thermometer sitting on the table.

‘okay. let me take it again’ he gives the thermometer a shake before wiping it down.

you open your mouth as he places it under your tongue seeing the temperature rise till it finally stops at a worrying 101°F.

‘hmmn..’ he chews on his lower lip ‘we’ll keep an eye on it’

what felt warm a second ago is now cold as you shiver, feeling a sudden chill. seungcheol pulls the blanket up, tucking in your sweaty body tighter.

‘what about medicine? did you take anything?’ his one hand now tenderly stroking your hair as you shake your head no.

you had tried but looking for medicine was a pretty heavy ask when the room was spinning with every step so you decided to just lie down instead.

‘okay!’ he gets up with a determined sigh, any sleepiness long gone. now seungcheol’s in complete caretaker mode with his only objective to make you feel better.

through the haze of the fever, you can hear him pottering around, moving from room to room — there are sounds of water being poured and drawers being opened, rummaged through, and shut.

he returns around 5 minutes later, hands full.

‘you need to take medicine, okay? wait, baby, have you eaten?’ you shake your head again.

‘no, you need to eat something first’

‘i’m too tired’

he insists on something small, disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with a pack of biscuits — not the good kind, but the boring digestive ones that will fill you up a little more.

‘come on, let’s sit up’ you groan, feeling the room spin as he helps you up.

‘two biscuits. that’s it. open’

you open your mouth letting him feed it to you.

‘bite’ and you do — crumbs falling on your blanket which he promptly brushes away. ‘one more bite’ and you follow the instructions till two are done and dusted away.

‘one more’

‘i already had two!’

‘and now we’ll have one more’

you groan a no.

‘come on. just one more. for me’ you let him have his way, too tired to fight, falling back down immediately as you take the last bite.

‘now medicine’ he pulls you back up, handing over a pill and glass of water as you take it through half-shut eyes, resting against his body for a second.

‘good job. now we can lie down again'

after you're tucked back in, he sits on the floor next to you, wringing and then bringing a cool damp cloth to your burning forehead.

‘that feels nice’ it does. like a cool breeze on a hot day.

‘yeah? good’ he smiles, one hand gently stroking your hair back.

‘go to sleep’ you mumble ‘i’ll be fine. thank you’

‘i’ll sleep once you do’ he says firmly, hand still on your hair.

you're still dizzy but the steady strokes of seungcheol’s hand on you is a constant comfort. it takes around 10 minutes till you’re asleep.

he finally gets up, kissing his fingers and then planting that kiss to your forehead.

he heads into the bedroom, grabbing his stuff to come lay down on the floor beside you.

it’s 3:07 am when seungcheol falls back asleep, making sure he’s right where he belongs — next to you.

#i started writing weeks ago in the middle of being sick #which is also why i haven’t written in so long i’ve been sick and i apologise #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol fluff #scoups #scoups x reader #seungcheol imagine #scoups fluff #scoups drabble #seungcheol drabble #seungcheol x you #scoups x you #svt fanfic

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thehighladywrites · 11 months ago

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— “I got you, darling…”

pairing: rhysand x reader

summary: rhys taking care of his girl during her period

warnings: suggestiveness, sweet and perfect rhys

amara’s note: this is for you anon!! i saw your ask and had to make a comfort fic for you💗🫶🏼 i hope u enjoy babes, and feel better!! periods can be a bitch

Agony. Pure, fucking agony.

You felt nauseous and broke out in cold sweats. These fae cycles weren’t a joke at all. While it was nice that they only happened twice a year, it still meant enduring twice a year of writhing in pain.

Downstairs, Rhys was cooking up some simple, gentle food to ease your discomfort and provide nourishment.

He had planned ahead a few days ago, knowing your period was approaching, and made sure everything was set up to make it easier for you.

Rhys quietly climbed the stairs with a simple plate of food in hand. As he entered the bedroom, his heart sank at the sight of you curled up on the bed, tears glistening in your eyes.

Setting the tray down on the bedside table, he crossed the room in quick strides and sat down beside you, gathering you into his arms. “I'm here, love,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I've brought you something to eat. It's gentle on your stomach.”

Rhys gently wipes away your tears as you express your gratitude, but you protest that you're too tired to eat. With a soft smile, he reassures you, “I wasn't planning on making you eat it yourself. I'll feed you.”

He tenderly lifts your head and supports it with one hand, while using the other to scoop up a small bite of food. With all the care in the world, he brings the spoon to your lips, offering you nourishment and comfort in this moment of pain.

Rhys takes a cloth and gently pats your forehead, soothing away the sweat. He leans in to press a tender kiss to your cheek, murmuring, “Good girl,” in a soft, reassuring tone.

He handed you a small vial of pain medicine to lessen the intense cramps and stroke your hair.

With each gesture, he shows his love and support, offering comfort during your time of need.

You sheepishly admit about needing to change your underwear due to bleeding through. “I have to change, I’ve bleed through.” you murmur softly.

Without a word, Rhys lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. There, he has magically prepared a heated bath, and as you sink into the warm water, you let out a groan of pleasure.

“Oh, thank you, baby. This feels amazing.” you whisper gratefully, the soothing heat easing your discomfort and bringing you a moment of relief.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Rhys kneels beside the tub, gently massaging your shoulders, arms, and hands with expert care. As he works, he tenderly washes your hair, his touch gentle and comforting.

After you've soaked in the tub for a while, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles, Rhys helps you stand up and dries your body. Then, he hands you a fresh product, some underwear and shorts and one of his comfortable shirts to wear. With a tender kiss on your cheek, he lays you down on the bed before heading out to grab some vials of almond oil.

When he returns, he sits on the edge of the bed and lifts your legs and thighs onto his lap. He pops open the vial and pours some oil into his palm, heating it up before massaging it into your skin with gentle, soothing movements. Rhys massages your legs, things, lower stomach, using magic to heat up his palms.

“Gods, that feels so good, what did I do to deserve you?”

Rhys chuckles softly before leaning in close. “You deserve every bit of it,” he murmurs, his gaze warm and affectionate. “You’re my everything, and taking care of you is the least I can do for you.”

After the incredible massage, Rhys cleans up and then slips under the sheets beside you. He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you, and he starts massaging your lower back without even realizing it. It's a simple gesture, but you feel loved and cared for.

He looks down at you, showering your face with kisses until you're giggling.

“Darling, guess what I heard helps with cramps,” he teases.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's hinting at. “Thanks, savior, but I think I'd rather suffer. You can definitely 'help' me after my cycle is over.”

“I'm here if you change your mind, just saying,” he replies with a playful grin. “I'll have you feeling wickedly nice in no time.”

“I’m sure you would, handsome.”

He pulls you in closer, cheat rumbling with a chuckle and as you nestle against him, you feel yourself relaxing. The pain starts to ease, and with Rhys by your side, you drift off into a restful sleep, feeling better than before.

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flowerxbunnie · 11 months ago

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make a smut about matt where you and him take a shower together and you suck him off 😻 make him not degrade but praise in a nice wayyy. like not calling me a slut but being nice. but not to weird TY I LOVE UR WRITING SMMM

Painted

Matt x Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUT, shower sex, fingering, blowjob, face paint, softdom!matt

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

The bathroom is dark, but multiple candles provide enough scattered light for me to catch my reflection in the mirror. My hair is disheveled, my body is tired, and my muscles ache, tense and desperate for relief. Steam quickly coats the glass and with one deep breath it fills my airway.

My sore hands grasp at the fabric of my shirt, yanking and tugging it off my body before I throw it in the hamper. The rest of my clothing follows suit until I’m left with nothing, met with a blurry vision of my bare body in the fogged mirror.

I open the glass door and steam immediately billows into my face. I stretch my arm out and let the water coat my my hand, hot beads dripping from my fingertips onto the tile below. I inch my way in, allowing myself to relax as the water pelts against the back of my neck and flows down to the tender muscles of my back. I reach up and palm at my scalp, sighing audibly as I rub my throbbing temples.

I stand here for what feels like hours letting the water cascade over me. I hear rustling from outside the door in my bedroom, knowing exactly what time it must be. In the dim light I can make out his figure walking into the room, his broad shoulders shrugging and stretching as he stands in front of the mirror. I hear his low rumbling sighs, knowing his body aches for relief just like mine.

“Hey baby.” His two simple words wash over me hotter than the water raining down on my skin.

“Hi Matty,” I meekly reply, opening the door just a crack, enough to stick my face out.

His cheekbones are sharp in the dim light of the candles and his lips curve into a smile. He steps forward and presses his forehead against my own. His hands come up to grab my jaw tenderly, a soft sigh shared between the both of us.

“Can I get in?” Matt whispers, placing a quick peck on my lips before pulling away and scanning my face. The hairs bordering his forehead are wet from touching mine and stick to his skin.

I giggle lightly and nod. “You already know the answer.”

His hands immediately find the tie of his sweatpants and pull it loose. He drops them to the floor and reaches his arm up to grab the neckline of his shirt, yanking it over his head and ruffling up his hair from the friction of the fabric. His clothes are discarded and he opens the door fully, sending a cold breeze wafting in that erupts goosebumps across my skin.

He slides into the shower and closes the door, his hands immediately finding my waist as he settles in behind me. His chin rests atop my head and we sway, an embrace so intimate it feels like our skin could melt together and we could become one. His hands slide across the plush, wet skin of my abdomen and find each other, interlocking as his grip around me tightens.

I hear a soft hum rumbling from deep inside his chest, a sound of contentment. I sigh in reply and sink further into him, my back pressed against his sternum so tight I can feel the beating of his heart in my bones. I could stay here for hours, drinking in the calm he brings me.

He lifts his head and moves down to nuzzle it in the crook of my neck after using one hand to brush my hair to one shoulder. His stubble scratches against my sensitive skin as he drags his nose from my shoulder to behind my ear where he peppers soft, warm kisses.

“My pretty baby,” he whispers into my ear as his free hand begins to roam up my stomach.

He squeezes and prods at my body, groping his favorite parts of me. His lips continue to roam around my neck, sucking and nipping and kissing. He takes my breast into his hand and squeezes, feeling the weight in his palm as he deeply sighs. His other arm keeps me locked into place, never having moved from my waist. The rough pads of his fingers pinch and pull at my nipple and I can’t help but throw my head back against his shoulder. I’m crumbling under his touch and he knows it.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

I let a quiet moan fall past my lips as he sucks the tender flesh on my collarbone.

“Matt..” I breathe out shakily.

“Hmm?” He hums as he presses his hips into my ass.

His erection throbs against me, begging and ready. I hear him suck in a breath as he shifts his hips forward and back. His hand snakes down my chest, leaving a stinging trail down my stomach and all the way to my soaking core. His fingers ghost around my inner thighs, a featherlight touch to my folds making me squirm. As soon as his hand touches me, it’s gone and traveling down my thigh.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, taunting me with his husky voice.

“P-please, Matt.” I whine, rubbing back against his cock as if pleasing him will change his mind about teasing me.

“Listen to my good girl, being so polite and using your manners.” He praises, inching his hand back up again. “More.”

I bite my lip and buck my hips forward, my pussy aching to be filled with his fingers.

“Please, Matt. P-please touch me. I’ll be so good for you. Anything for you.” I whine out.

I hear a light chuckle spill from his lips as he leans back against the shower wall, my back staying connected to his chest. One of his legs comes between mine and nudges them apart.

“Just relax, okay baby?” He places a kiss to my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

His hand finds its way to my pussy, his long fingers running through my slick folds. “Nice and wet for me already, hm?”

I nod and bite my lip, trying my best to be patient. His fingertips trace up and down, collecting my arousal before he starts tracing small circles on my swollen clit. I can still feel his erection pressed into my back, twitching with every whine and whimper I let out.

“F-feels so good, Matt, fuck.” I say shakily.

“I know, shh.. shhh..” he coos as he quickens his movements, his fingers working against the nerves of my tender bud.

He slips his long middle finger into my entrance and curls it up, hitting my most sensitive spot. He likes my reaction, I’m a whimpering mess for him. He kisses up and down my neck as he plunges his finger in and out, using his thumb to continue rubbing my clit. Soon after, he slips his ring finger in, deliciously stretching me as I writhe around in pleasure.

His other hand roams my body, leaving a hot trail as he caresses the skin of my hip, my ribcage, my breasts and wraps around my throat gently. He curls his fingers repeatedly into my g spot, sending a shooting electricity through my veins.

It’s like I can feel every microscopic groove of his fingertips as he pushes them in and out of me. He pulls me tighter against his chest, keeping me stable as my knees grow weak.

“M-Matt, I’m so close.” I pant, reaching my arm up to grasp around the nape of his neck.

“Come on baby, give it to me. So fucking good, let go.. come on..” he coaxes me closer to the edge. “Show me how good it feels. Let me see, baby.”

His raspy voice makes my stomach clench, and his fingers pumping steadily in and out of me at the pace he knows drives me crazy sends my body into waves of pleasure.

“Come on, Y/n. Cum all over my fingers.” He whispers into my ear, his lips ghosting the skin.

I fall apart around him, moaning and clenching as I ride through a hypnotic orgasm. His hums of approval ring in my ears, praises falling out of his mouth like a hymn.

I relax against him and he pulls his fingers to his lips, sucking my arousal off until they’re clean. “Tastes so fucking good.”

He spins me around to face him and I swear I could burn the image into my head. His blue eyes are dark and hooded and he looks down at me starving with lust. His hair drapes down across his forehead, water droplets falling as he licks his lips. His hands caress down my sides, settling at my hips as he pulls me in for a feverish kiss. He moves his lips against mine like he’ll never get another again, like a man having his first sip of water after being stranded. It’s messy and filled with shared breaths, swallowed moans and clashing teeth.

He pulls away and grips my jaw with his left hand, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. His right hand reaches down to grab his needy cock, jerking it slowly as he shoves his finger past my lips and onto my tongue.

“Need to feel that pretty mouth around me. God, baby I need it now.” He nearly growls as I suck his thumb, pulling back with a pop. “On your knees, baby.”

I comply, dropping down in front of him and running my nails down his thighs. I look up at him with a smile as he jerks himself inches away from my face, bucking his hips forward to run his tip along my lips. I stick my tongue out and he rubs his length along it, shuddering at the feeling of my warm saliva coating the underside of him. His left hand reaches down to tangle into my hair at the root and pull me closer.

He taps his leaking tip on my tongue a few times before he thrusts forward, shoving inch by inch into my mouth. I close my mouth around him and bob my head back and forth, keeping eye contact as strings of curses fall from his lips.

“Fuck, baby. So good with your mouth. Looks so pretty wrapped around my cock. Fuck.”

I hum at his praise, loving the fact that I can make a man fall apart like this. We work together, his hips bucking and my head bobbing. I take him to the base and I gag around him, pulling back to reveal a string of saliva connecting from my tongue to his dick. He reaches down and collects it with a finger, putting it back into my mouth before he grips my face and takes control, pushing back in.

“That’s right baby, let me fuck that pretty face. You love a cock in your mouth don’t you?” He moans out as he works himself closer to the edge. “Grab your tits, mmm fuck yes. Play with ‘em, so fucking hot.”

I roll my nipples between my fingers and grab at my breasts as he watches intently, his mouth hung open in awe. I can feel his dick stiffening impossibly harder in my mouth, teasing at release as he quickens his pace.

“Let me paint that pretty face, hm? Wanna see my pretty girl covered in my cum.” He pulls out of my mouth and jerks himself again, one arm slung against the shower wall for support as he falls closer to the edge of relief. “Stick out your tongue.”

I do as I’m told, letting my tongue hang out as I look up at him. He moans and his muscles twitch as he finally releases his seed. Hot white strings of cum fall onto my tongue, across my cheeks, and drip down my chin.

He continues jerking his cock, milking out every last drop he can. He collects some of the dripping cum from my chin onto his finger and ushers it into my mouth.

The stimulation becomes too much and I hear a hiss as he stops. He brings his arms up and interlocks his fingers behind his head, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He looks beautiful in the dim light, drunk off of pleasure and reeling from his orgasm.

He helps me to my feet and grabs a wash cloth from the shower caddy, wetting it and wiping my face clean gently. He takes his time, brushing my soaked hair out of my face and looking me over for anything he might have missed.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n, you know that?” He whispers, placing a loving kiss onto my forehead.

“I can say the same,” I respond with a blush, stepping forward to wrap my arms around his body and sink into his embrace.

He showers me with affection and care, not rushing a bit as he takes his time to wash my hair and body. He encourages me to sit under the warm stream of water as he cleans himself, flashing coy smiles my way every time he turns to face me. He rinses off and shuts off the water, stepping out to grab my towel and wrap it around my body.

“Y/n?” He pipes up.

“Yeah?” I turn to him as I towel dry my hair.

“How’s chinese sound for dinner?”

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nahoney22 · 8 months ago

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Congrats!!!!! I’ve been loving your stories for so long and I’m so glad to be able to read your stories on this journey with the bad batch.

May I request the reader x bb member where the reader needs to use their safe word and the batcher’s reaction? I need some soft fluff in preparation for the series finale.

Lots of love! Thank you.

The Safe Word*** 🌊

The Bad Batch X Gender Neutral Reader

authors note: sorry for the wait! Hope this is okay - I went down the BDSM route as that is when safe words are typically used so I hope that’s okay with you? And I hope there’s plenty of fluff and comfort for you after as there is some angst. I hope you enjoyed the finale 🩵

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Uses of a safe word, explicit sexual content and language, brief mentions BDSM/bondage play such as shibari, knifeplay, spanking, dirty talk, degradation kink, light choking. There is angst but followed up comfort and aftercare, discussions of past negative relationships, established relationships with each of the batch.

NSFW under the cut:

Echo - Havoc

You and Echo had never considered using a safe word until recently when things started to spice up in the bedroom. But, settling on "havoc" felt right.

One night as Echo nestled beside you, his lips grazing your neck, kissing and sucking hour soft skin, his hand explores beneath your clothes as you found yourself bound to the headrest. It was a recent experiment for both of you. Yet, a sense of unease crept in as the loss of movement weighed on you, a feeling you hadn't quite anticipated.

The bounds were tight, restricting you of even wriggling your fingers and a surge of panic builds in you.

"Echo, havoc," you utter urgently, your voice tinged with uncertainty, making him withdraw instantly, concern flickering in his wide golden eyes.

"Is everything okay?" he asks softly, his gaze searching yours.

"It's my hands, I can't..." you falter, your heart racing as you gesture to your restrained wrists. Without hesitation, Echo releases you, peppering apologetic kisses on your wrists.

"Was it too much?" he inquires gently, his voice laced with worry, as you take a moment to steady your breathing, grateful for his understanding.

You catch your breath and nod, a little embarrassed by your reaction. "Sorry, I thought I was ready."

He smiles in understanding and tenderly kisses your forehead. "And that’s alright. We don’t need to do that again if you don’t want to. I want to respect your boundaries," he coos, his voice reassuring as he allows you to snuggle into his side, the warmth of his embrace easing away your worries.

You were so glad to be with someone as gentle and sweet as Echo.

Hunter - Marauder

It was you who initiated it first, drawn to the mesmerising way Hunter twirled his viroblade. And so you suggested the possibility of incorporating it into your alone time with him.

Seeing the excitement flicker in his eyes, you found yourself in his bunk that night, bared to the skin, watching as he manoeuvred the blade with practiced ease. As he pressed its edge against your thigh, the cold sensation sent shivers down your spine, your focus fixated on the blade rather than on him.

Your breath hitched, fixated on the blade's movements rather than on him. He hovered over you, the blade gliding up your waist until it grazed your cheek, the sensation causing an unexpected discomfort.

"Marauder," you say quickly, a safe word you and Hunter had for each other from day one almost, watching as he discards the blade in an instant, his eyes softening with concern.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks gently, his voice filled with genuine worry as he focuses solely on you.

You shake your head, silently apologizing to him. "Sorry, I just... I freaked out for a moment there."

He settles beside you, draping the blanket over you to preserve your dignity, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "I sensed there was something wrong, your heart wasn’t beating as it usually does," he says, his tone filled with a hint of self-reproach for not noticing it sooner. "Let’s watch a holomovie instead, yeah?" he suggests, wanting to shift your focus to put you at ease.

Grateful for his understanding, you intertwine your fingers with his as he sets up a device for the two of you to watch something. Maybe you'll revisit knifeplay someday, but for now, you're content to enjoy a quiet moment together.

Wrecker - Meiloorun

Typically a gentle giant, Wrecker was particularly attentive in the bedroom. But tonight, something changed.

With your face buried in the pillow and fingers gripping the sheets, you felt a sharp sting as Wrecker delivered a firm spank to your arse. "You've been naughty, haven't ya?" he teased, his dirty talk adding to the arousal.

While playful spanking was nothing new between you two, Wrecker seemed to get carried away, delivering a harder blow than usual. As his hand made contact again, you couldn't help but sob out, uttering "Meiloorun," the safe word to halt his actions.

It took a moment for Wrecker to register your plea, muffled by the pillow but he quickly shifted you onto your back and holds you close. "Kriff, I'm so sorry. Was I too hard?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Though your eyes stung with tears, they didn't reflect the distress evident in Wrecker's. "Just a little rougher than usual, sweetie," you said softly, cupping his cheek. "I’m fine."

"I hurt ya," he sighed, taking your hand in his. "I've never hurt ya before."

"It just stung, Wrecker, that's all," you reassured him, allowing his arms to envelop you protectively. "And you stopped as soon as I said our safe word. I appreciate that."

Wrecker holds you for a little while, whispering soothing things in your ear as you did the same with him as you both feel grateful for another. You knew it was not intentional and you reminded Wrecker of this. Next time, he knows to be more careful.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Wrecker.”

Tech - Tibanna

When you first started dating Tech, you never imagined he had such intriguing desires—like the one he was demonstrating on his device: Shibari.

"I believe you will look divine constricted like this as I make you succumb to me," his words dripped with lust, his eyes intense behind his goggles, sending shivers down your spine.

And so, you let him. While you and Tech had explored various kinky activities, nothing quite like this had been on the agenda. With the others away for hours, he instructed you to strip bare and sit in the pilot's seat as he skillfully threaded the rope through his hands.

"Let us begin, shall we?" he said, starting with a simple kiss before expertly binding you to the chair with intricate patterns. But, as he worked, something shifted within you. The mood didn't feel right, overwhelming you completely. Though he looked at you like a delectable treat, you felt like a trapped creature, desperately searching for a way out.

So, you uttered the safe word.

"Tibanna.” You breathed shakily as Tech was about to secure your feet to the base of the chair. He paused, looking up at you.

"Do you wish to be free?"

"Yes," you managed to say with a swallowed nod. That was all it took for him to grab a tool and release your most restricted parts, allowing you to move freely once again.

You stand, legs trembling beneath you as you hastily reach for your robe, wrapping it around yourself to conceal the rope marks now etched into your skin. Tech's gaze follows your movements, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change in mood.

“Darling,” he begins tentatively, closing the distance between you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder as you turn away, your back to him, “are you alright?”

Your response is barely audible, a muttered apology escaping your lips as you avoid meeting his eyes, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in the air.

“Nothing has been spoiled. I still have you,” he reassures you as he wraps his arms around you, drawing you close. “I never want you to feel uncomfortable with our endeavours. Perhaps this can be something we revisit in the future when you're ready. But for now, how about we step outside and admire the stars? They're rather impressive tonight.”

His words wash over you, a soothing balm to your nerves, and you nod in agreement, grateful for his understanding. As you lean into his embrace, you feel a sense of relief flood through you, knowing that he prioritises your comfort above all else.

Crosshair - Tooka

Crosshair was always a man of mystery to you, yet his cloudy aura somehow making him irresistible. It took a while, but the two of you made it work and got together. He was sweet on you, not even shy to show how he felt in front of his brothers around you. But in the bedroom, that was a whole different story.

When you suggested having a ‘safe word,’ he questioned why ‘stop’ and ‘no’ weren’t good enough, but he let you pick a word anyway, even if it was ‘tooka.’ He just never expected you to use it.

His hand tightened around your throat, eyes ablaze with lust as he pressed his body against yours in a rhythmic pattern, sending shivers down your spine. “Such a good slut, aren’t you?” he grunted, his fingers gently squeezing your windpipe as he moved against you.

Dirty talk was normal while choking and degradation was a silent kink of yours, but in the heat of things there was a word he used that made you gasp, a sudden wave of panic washing over you as you felt vulnerable.

“Tooka. Tooka. Tooka,” you repeated quickly, gasping for a breath you didn’t know had been taken from you as he released you completely, his eyes furrowing in concern as you almost backed away from him.

He was silent for a moment, watching you, trying to process what he could have done wrong. Then, he remembered a conversation you had after a drink or two, where you opened up about certain past relationships.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he lay beside you, giving you a moment before taking your hand in his. “I… I didn’t mean what I said. I’d never hurt you.”

You blinked away your tears and smiled weakly at him. “I know, Cross,” you whispered back, “just… lay with me, hm? Let’s not talk about it.”

He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more.

He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more. He draped a blanket over the two of you and allowed you to nestle into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your back, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance as you both sought solace in each other's embrace. “I love you,”

You smile silently and meet his gaze. “I know.”

You had never felt so loved and cared for since being with him.

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daydreamingatnight209 · 9 months ago

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Me actually writing and posting? What??? 😱��😱

Enjoy some Colson content my lovelies 🥰

As usual Feedback is welcome, HATE is not ; if you don’t like it, don’t read it. ✨💕

“I’m Here, Go Back to Sleep”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - None. Just pure fluff!

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Waking up to an empty bed these days wasn’t unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.

With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didn’t come easily to you either. You couldn’t remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.

Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didn’t even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.

While the lack of sleep wasn’t new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.

You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.

With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colson’s immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.

“Babe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhausted” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.

“Gee, thanks Col”

After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk he’s working at.

“Come, let me hold you” he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.

“You need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself ill” he tells you softly.

You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldn’t take his own advice even if you begged him.

“I’ll rest when you do” is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.

Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colson’s arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.

Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.

He couldn’t wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.

“Shhh! She hasn’t slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! …” Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.

Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.

Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.

“Shh baby, I’m here, go back to sleep”

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heeheeswifey · 8 months ago

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detective!sunghoon headcannons

MDNI!!

were you always getting in trouble just to meet him? Yes.

detective!sunghoon who took you in for questioning one too many times.

detective!sunghoon who noticed that you were somehow related to all the cases he's had to cover...

detective!sunghoon who thought that you were always bluffing, making up the weirdest excuses.

detective!sunghoon who has always had a whip in his hands.

detective!sunghoon who fantasized about fucking you in the interrogation room.

detective!sunghoon who saw that you were always squirming around in your chair, a red hue covering your face.

detective!sunghoon who brought you in for questioning for the nth time this month.

detective!sunghoon who kept you handcuffed whilst questioning you.

detective!sunghoon noticed that you weren't giving him answers.

detective!sunghoon who bent you over the table, flipping your skirt over your ass.

detective!sunghoon who strikes you with the whip every time you don't answer his questions.

"f-fuck- m'sorry detective hoon- ah! I'll answer your questions!" You say breathlessly, panties absolutely drenched because of how much you were enjoying the situation you were in. "your wet aswell? What a fucking slut... don't you have shame?" he asks, running the tip of the whip against your clothed cunt. And he strikes again. "m' sorry..! Shit- I'm..-" you whine out before the wet patch on your panties grew darker. "You even came.? Fuckin' dirty whore.." he tuts, peeling your drenched panties to the side. Your mouth drops into a little 'oh!' right as he slid his gloved finger into your cunt, rubbing his thumb against your pulsing clit. "detective hoon!- m'sensitive... aah-haahh..~" you whimper desperately, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "your such a bad girl, it's time i fix that attitude of yours, yeah?" He says, pulling his fingers out of your gaping hole, striking it with the whip, making your essence drip down your thighs. "aah- shit..oh!~" you mewl, bucking your hips up. the cold metal of the table pressed up against the side of your face, as he ground his clothed cock into your wet cunt. "You better keep that mouth shut, slut." he states before taking his work pants and boxers off, precum leaking from the raging tip of his thick cock. "please- detective hoon...I want your cock s'badddd!~" you moan out in desperation, cunt gaping and clenching around nothing. "don't make a sound, or else I'm not letting you cum today." He whispers into your ear, slowly pushing into your dripping pussy. The stretch was painful, but so good.. "Are you gonna be a good girl for hoon- baby~?." He whimpers, glasses fogging up with how ragged his breathing was. "uhuh..yeah! Fuuuckk hoonie...s'gooood!~" you whine, clamping down on his cock repeatedly. "d'you think your anything except- pussy? Think again." He whispers, hips bucking into your cunt at an animalistic pace. Once again, you felt the cold leather of the whip hit your asscheek, his hand caressing the now reddened flesh in his hands. "F-fuck hoon' I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cummm!~" you mewl, clenching repeatedly around his cock,h his gloved finger thumbing your clit repeatedly as he bullied his cock into your pussy, desk creaking because of the force. "Are you gonna be a good girl f'me now baby?" He asks, feeling you clench down on him. "yeah..uhuhh!~" you whine before creaming on him, his warm cum filling up your cunt. pulling out of you, he quickly shoves his dick back into his pants, fixing his hair before taking the handcuffs off of your aching hands. "go back home, I'm coming to your place tonight." He says, kissing your forehead tenderly. what a way to get dicked down..

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justlemmeadoreyou · 9 months ago

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in sickness and in health

Summary: Harry takes care of y/n while she's sick.

Words: 1,000+

Warnings: Mostly fluff!

Y/N groaned as she slowly blinked her eyes open, her head pounding and her throat feeling raw and scratchy. She reached for the box of tissues on her nightstand, wincing at the movement. As she blew her nose, the bedroom door creaked open.

"Morning, love," came Harry's soft voice. He padded in, a tray laden with toast, orange juice, and a steaming mug of tea balanced carefully in his hands. "Brought you some breakfast."

"Harry..." Y/N croaked out, her voice little more than a whisper. "You didn't have to do that."

He shook his head, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "Of course I did. You're sick as a dog, babe." Harry perched on the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to brush her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead. "Looks like that nasty flu is really doing a number on you."

Y/N managed a weak smile, nuzzling into his touch. "I feel horrible."

"I know, sweetheart." Harry's thumb stroked her flushed cheek tenderly. "But I'm going to take care of you, okay? We'll get you feeling better in no time."

Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to her clammy forehead before reaching for the mug of tea. "Here, drink some of this. The honey should help soothe your throat."

Y/N took a careful sip, the warm liquid coating her raw throat. She sighed in relief. "That's nice. Thank you, Haz."

"Of course, my love." Harry picked up a piece of dry toast from the tray. "Think you can manage a few bites? You need to keep your strength up."

Obediently, Y/N nibbled on the toast as Harry fussed over plumping up her pillows and layering an extra blanket over her shivering form. He clucked his tongue sympathetically at her pale, clammy appearance.

"I've got some cold medicine for you to take too. That should help with the aches and chills."

True to his word, Harry retrieved a dose of flu medication, holding it out along with a glass of cool water. Y/N swallowed it down gratefully.

"Such a good girl," Harry praised, stroking her hair again. "Now, I want you to try and get some more rest, okay? I'll be just down the hall if you need anything at all."

Y/N caught his hand as he made to stand. "Wait... Could you stay with me for a bit?"

Harry's eyes softened. "Of course, darling. Budge over."

He slid under the covers, gathering Y/N's shivering form into his arms. She burrowed against his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne and letting it soothe her frazzled senses.

Harry pressed a kiss to her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. "Just relax and rest up, okay? I'm right here."

Y/N nodded, allowing her eyes to drift shut. She felt so safe and cared for wrapped in Harry's embrace. Despite feeling utterly miserable from her illness, having him there to look after her made it so much better.

Several hours later, she awoke feeling marginally less feverish - though her head was still pounding. Harry stirred beside her, ever attentive.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he murmured. "How are you feeling?"

Y/N sniffled pitifully. "A little better, I think. But my head is killing me."

"Hang on, let me get you a cool cloth for your forehead." In a flash, Harry was out of bed and heading for the en-suite bathroom.

He returned with a damp washcloth, gently draping it over Y/N's feverish brow. She sighed in relief at the delicious coolness against her pounding head.

"Thank you, baby. That feels heavenly."

Harry smiled, tenderly brushing her hair back. "I love taking care of my best girl. Are you hungry at all? I could whip up some chicken soup."

At the thought of food, Y/N's stomach roiled queasily. "Maybe just some more tea and dry toast for now?"

"You got it." Harry leaned in, dropping a featherlight kiss on her chapped lips. "I'll be right back with your tea, sweet thing."

True to his word, Harry returned a few minutes later with a fresh mug of piping hot tea and a couple pieces of dry buttered toast. He helped Y/N sit up against the mountain of pillows before passing her the mug.

"Careful, it's hot," he cautioned unnecessarily.

Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. "Yes, Dad."

Harry chuckled, taking a seat next to her on the bed and offering her a piece of toast. As she picked at the bread, he pulled her feet into his lap, gently massaging the soles.

"Mmm," Y/N hummed in appreciation. "You're too good to me."

"Nonsense. I'm just being a good boyfriend and taking care of my girl when she needs me." Harry winked playfully. "Afterall, I'll need you to return the favor when I inevitably catch this flu from you."

Y/N laughed weakly. "Deal."

For the rest of the day, Harry fussed over Y/N - keeping her hydrated, fetching her books and magazines to read, and just sitting by her side with his arms wrapped securely around her. She couldn't have asked for a better nurse.

As evening fell, Harry brought Y/N a fresh mug of hot tea, laced with honey and lemon. "Here, drink up. Should help that scratchy throat of yours."

"You're too good to me," Y/N said again, cradling the mug gratefully.

Harry shook his head seriously. "Never. You deserve the world, my love." He leaned in, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I'm just trying to give it to you."

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ajalholland · 3 months ago

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Sick (Young Sephiroth x reader)

Sephiroth staggered along the hallway to (Y/n)'s apartment, his vision blurring as the oppressive heat enveloped him. His nose dripped as his once-clear eyes were now bloodshot, a testament to the unyielding grip of his illness. The cold that had crept in unnoticed had transformed into a raging inferno, leaving him weak and disoriented. He struggled with the keys trying to unlock the door. It opened with a click, and he slumped against the doorframe.

(Y/n) was in the kitchen cooking, but her ears perked when she heard the front door open, she heard him stumble inside and she was quickly there in the hallway grabbing him before he fell. "Sephiroth?" She said, her voice edged with concern, using her strength to hold him up.

The silver-haired swordsman was practically boneless as he leaned heavily on (Y/n), his head lolling forward as he let out a low groan that was more whine than anything. His eyes, previously sharp and clear, were now weary and unfocused, and his face was beaded with sweat and flushed with fever. He attempted to murmur something, but it devolved into a series of sneezes that left him breathless and slumped in her arms.

(Y/n)'s worry was now through the roof, she had never seen him this bad before. With a slight grunt, she lifted him up and brought him over to the couch and placed him on it, gently. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead and almost flinched, his skin was as hot as the sun. "Damn..." She mumbled before hurrying off to grab a thermometer.

Sephiroth slumped against the couch like a ragdoll, his strength entirely spent. His skin felt like it was on fire, yet he shivered with chills. He closed his eyes and breathed in short, shallow gasps.

(Y/n) returned a moment later and tenderly shoved the thermometer under his tongue. He obediently held it in place while he dizzily looked up at her.

A moment passed before the alarm on the thermometer alerted her that it was done. 102.1. She frowned deeply, this was a high fever. Grabbing a cold cloth she brought it back to him and gently pressed it against his forehead. (Y/n) sat on the edge of the couch right beside him. "How long have you been sick?" Her voice was gentle.

Sephiroth's eyes, bleary from illness, tried to focus on (Y/n)'s face as she placed the cool cloth on his forehead. The relief was immediate, and he leaned into the touch with a low, grateful groan.

"Don't know," he managed to croak out, his voice raw and hoarse. "Felt fine... yesterday morning. Headache... by afternoon." He closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath.

She ran her slender fingers through his silvery hair in an attempt to comfort him. "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling ill sooner..? You always try to act as if you're invincible." Her voice was soft as she continued her gentle massage against his scalp.

A shiver ran down Sephiroth's spine, his body aching and his mind fuzzy. He closed his eyes again and let out a long sigh, allowing himself to melt into her touch, her voice soothing him despite the pain.

"I..." he started, his voice gravelly, "I don't want to be a burden." He opened his eyes again and looked at her, the vulnerability in his gaze for once unguarded.

Her hand continued to gently comb through his hair, her touch careful and tender. She met his gaze and her heart ached for him. "You're not a burden." She assured him, her expression soft. "Not to me, never to me."

The confession made Sephiroth's chest ache more than his illness ever could. He looked away, his eyes closing again as he leaned further into her touch.

"I... I'm supposed to be strong," he mumbled, his voice thick with the exhaustion of keeping up a facade. "But I can't even handle a virus."

(Y/n)'s gaze remained on him, her touch gently tracing over his hair. He looked so vulnerable and fragile in that moment, and it broke her heart. "Strength isn't about being invincible," She responded quietly, "No one can be strong all the time. Even the strongest among us have their weaknesses. Being strong means accepting those weaknesses and learning to ask for help when we need it."

Sephiroth's face was a mix of shame and exhaustion as she spoke. Her words cut through the haze of his illness and landed with painful truth. He knew deep down that she was right, but his pride, which had always served him so well and protected him from being hurt, now became his enemy.

(Y/n) looked towards the kitchen, Sephiroth's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving. Her gaze flicked back to him, puzzlement in her eyes.Her brows furrowed slightly as his hand grabbed her wrist, his grip was surprisingly firm for how ill he was. She turned her attention back to him, her eyes meeting his. "What is it?" She asked, her confusion evident in her voice.

"Please," Sephiroth's voice was rough, the plea coming almost against his will. "Please don't go." His hand tightened for a moment around her wrist before he slowly released it, the exhaustion evident in his eyes."Just— just stay. Please." The words hung in the air, a vulnerability he despised but could no longer keep locked away.

A look of understanding washed over her features as her heart ached for him. He looked so pitiful in that moment and her heart clenched at the sight. "I'm not leaving," she reassured him, resting her hand gently on his shoulder. "I just need to get you some medicine for that fever of yours and then we're moving you into the bed. You'll be a lot more comfortable there than on the couch."

A wave of relief washed over him as (Y/n)'s hand rested on his shoulder, her reassurance calming the restless anxiety in his chest. He nodded weakly, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to her care.

"Okay," he managed to say, his voice so low it was nearly a whisper. The idea of moving, though, seemed daunting. The thought of moving from where he lay filled him with dread, his body already protesting the idea. "C-Can't I just stay here..?"

(Y/n) saw the reluctance in his expression and she let out a soft sigh, he was so damn stubborn. She knew he needed to be laying down in the bed where it was far more comfortable, but she also knew she would need to be gentle with him in her attempt. Leaning closer, she spoke softly.

"Listen, Sephiroth, I know you don't want to move, but you're going to feel a lot better in the bed than on the couch. Can you try to work with me? please?"

Sephiroth sighed in response, his shoulders slumping in resignation. He knew she was right, but his body ached and his mind was foggy and slow.

(Y/n) gave his shoulder another soothing squeeze before rising from the couch. In one swift, fluid motion she bent down and scooped him up in a bridal carry with seemingly no effort. “Just relax, we’ll be in the room in no time at all.”

Sephiroth let out a gasp and instinctively struggled for a moment before realizing how weak he was. His hands clutched at her shirt, and he buried his face in her shoulder, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"I can walk, you know," he muttered, his voice a low grumble.

She raised a brow at his protest and shook her head. “No, you can’t.” She responded back, her voice gentle but firm. “Besides, I have no doubt that you’d just collapse if I let you walk.”

With effortless strides, (Y/n) carried him into the bedroom, her grip tight but gentle around him. She placed him on the bed carefully before taking off his boots.

Sephiroth's feeble attempts at protesting died away as he found himself being carried into the bedroom. The feeling of being carried was foreign and deeply humiliating. He let out a hiss as she shifted him onto the bed, his body aching from even the slightest movement.

"I can do it myself," he muttered through gritted teeth, his pride and stubborn independent streak shining through.

(Y/n) let out a slight huff in annoyance, his stubborn nature was so aggravating at times like this. She looked back down at him with a look of determination and crossed her arms. “You can complain all you want, but I’m not letting you do it yourself.”

She made sure to keep a firm yet gentle grip on him as she began to undo his SOLDIER uniform.

Sephiroth's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as (Y/n) began to undress him. His body protested, but he was far too weak to muster the strength even to push her hands away.

"Wait," he mumbled, his voice a mixture of protest and embarrassment. "I can... I can do it. I don't need your help."

(Y/n)'s determination only grew stronger as he weakly protested her actions. "You can barely move right now, let alone get out of these clothes." She responded stubbornly. Her fingers made quick work of the straps and belt of his uniform, her focus fully on her task. "Just stay still and let me take care of you for once."

Sephiroth's protests petered out as (Y/n) continued to undress him, her hands working with practiced efficiency. He fidgeted weakly but was too exhausted to put up more of a fight.

"I'm... I'm not a child," he grumbled, the heat in his face spreading to his ears. "I don't... don't need you to play nurse."

(Y/n) chuckled softly, pausing for a moment before continuing with her actions. "Maybe not, but you're certainly acting like a big baby right now."

She unbuttoned his pants and began to tug them down, glancing up at his face a smirk playing on her lips. "If you'd stop being such a stubborn ass you'd have less trouble."

Sephiroth's face, flushed from fever and embarrassment, darkened even more at her comment. He swallowed hard, the muscles in his jaw twitching in an attempt to maintain an expression of stoic defiance even as she undressed him.

"I'm not... I'm not acting like a baby," he muttered, his voice barely above a soft whisper. "... and I'm not a stubborn ass."

(Y/n) shook her head in amusement, a sly smirk on her lips. She slid his pants down and off, dropping them on the floor before turning her attention to his shirt. "Oh, really?"

She made quick work of the shirt, her slender fingers pulling it off of his body, leaving him in just his boxers. "You might not think so, but the fact that you're resisting me taking care of you says otherwise."

As his shirt was removed, Sephiroth's stomach muscles tensed, the air cool against his fever-hot skin. He lay there, flushed an even deeper shade of red, his hands clenching the covers of the bed.

"Resisting..." he mumbled, his voice a mixture of irritation and defensiveness. "I'm not… I'm not resisting. I just..." he trailed off, realizing he sounded like a petulant child.

(Y/n) chuckled softly, clearly finding humor in his situation. "I see..." She said, her tone filled with false innocence. "Then tell me, why is it that I have to force you to let me take care of you?"

She reached out, cupping his cheeks in her hands , her touch gentle and soothing. "If you're not resisting, then you'd let me do whatever I need to do to make you feel better, right?"

Sephiroth's protest died on his lips as (Y/n) gently cupped his face, her palms cool against his burning cheeks. Her question, posed with that mix of tender care and gentle teasing, seemed to chip away his defenses.

"... Fine," he mumbled, the word coming out in a defeated sigh. "You can… do whatever you need. I won't resist."

A look of satisfaction washed over her features, and she smiled down at him. Her touch remained light and gentle as she ran her thumb lightly over his cheek. "Good." She said quietly, her voice soft. "I only want to help you get better. I'll be right back, I need to get you some medicine." She moved to make her way towards the door of her bedroom.

Sephiroth grumbled under his breath, the words of further protest dying on his tongue as she declared her intention to retrieve medicine. He lay there on the bed, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.

As she moved towards the door, he called out, his voice ragged and low, "Hurry back," the words coming out almost as a plea rather than a command.

(Y/n) paused in the doorway, her gaze flicking back to him with a small smile. "I will," she reassured him. With that, she stepped through the doorway, leaving him alone in the room. She was only gone a few minutes, but to him, it must have felt like an eternity. When she returned, she held a small cup of cold medicine, as well as a glass of water.

She made her way over to the side of the bed and sat down next to him, the mattress dipping under her weight.

As (Y/n) returned with the medicine, Sephiroth's eyes found hers, a mixture of relief and anxiety in his gaze. As she sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress sagged slightly under her, and he shifted, adjusting his body to lean up against the pillows behind him.He mumbled in a low, raspy voice, his throat dry from the fever, "I hate taking medicine. It always tastes awful."

(Y/n) chuckled softly, a knowing smile on her lips. "I know, trust me," she reassured him, holding the cup of medicine in one hand. "But it's going to help you feel better. Come on, sit up."

She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently coaxing him to sit up. "Just a few sips, and then you can lie back down and rest," she instructed, bringing the cup to his lips.

Sephiroth reluctantly acquiesced, shifting his body to sit upright. He leaned back against the pillows, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion. As (Y/n) brought the cup to his lips, he grimaced at the smell of the thick liquid.

"Ugh... do I have to?" he mumbled, his voice tinged with a trace of childish whining.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, unable to suppress a smile at his continued resistance. "Yes, you have to," she affirmed, her voice firm yet gentle. "You want to feel better, right? Take a few sips and then it'll be done. You can handle it."

She raised the cup to his lips again, her expression one of expectation and determination. "Stop complaining and just drink it, Sephiroth."

Sephiroth grimaced, but the determination in (Y/n)'s voice and the look on her face told him that resistance was futile. He parted his lips, allowing the bitter liquid to touch his tongue. He tried to drink quickly, his face contorted in disgust as the taste overwhelmed his senses.

"Ugh," he exclaimed, after swallowing the small mouthful. "That's horrible."

(Y/n) chuckled, a mixture of understanding and amusement in her tone. "I know, I know." She said, her voice gentle as he recoiled from the taste of the medicine. "I promise it's almost over. Just one more sip, okay?"

She held the cup back up to his lips, her expression one of coaxing yet stern determination. "One more sip and then you're done," she repeated, waiting for him to take it.

Sephiroth scowled but again obligingly opened his mouth, allowing (Y/n) to give him another small mouthful. He swallowed, the bitter taste coating his throat with a film of medicinal unpleasantness.

"There," he muttered, the word coming out in a breathless croak. "Happy now?"

(Y/n) smiled, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Yes, I am," she responded, setting the cup of medicine aside. "You did good."

She reached out once again and placed a cool hand against his forehead, her touch gentle and soothing. "Now, just relax. The medicine will start working soon, and you should start to feel better."

Sephiroth melted under her gentle touch, his body relaxing into the pillows at the coolness of her hand against his feverish skin. The bitter taste of the medicine still lingered in his mouth, but the praise and comfort of her words soothed his irritation.

"It better work," he mumbled, his voice rough and hoarse. "I hate feeling this way."

(Y/n) chuckled softly, her expression one of both amusement and understanding. "I know you do," she replied, her voice filled with gentle reassurance. "But trust me, this medicine will help. Try and get some sleep."

Sephiroth grumbled in acknowledgment, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. He settled further into the pillows, his body aching from the fever. Despite his irritation at being so vulnerable and dependent on her, he found himself relying on her presence to soothe him.

"Alright," he mumbled reluctantly. "I'll try to sleep."

(Y/n) smiled, a hint of warmth and contentment in her eyes. She reached out and brushed his hair away from his face, her touch light and soothing."Good," she responded quietly, her voice gentle and encouraging. "Just close your eyes and rest. I'll be here if you need anything."

The coolness of her touch was a soothing comfort, and the tension in his shoulders began to ease slightly. He sighed, the sound soft and weary, and reluctantly closed his eyes.

"Promise?" he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "You'll stay here?"

(Y/n)'s heart softened at the vulnerability in his voice, the exhaustion, and raw defensiveness slipping away revealing the need beneath.

"I promise," she replied, her voice soft and reassuring. "I won't leave. I'll be right here. Just rest."

Sephiroth sighed, the tension in his body finally releasing as he heard her reassurance. His mind was still racing with the discomfort of the fever, but her presence beside him provided a sense of security.

"Okay..." he murmured, his voice trailing off. His body relaxes into the bed, the weight of exhaustion pulling at him. He closed his eyes, letting the sound of her breathing and the comfort of her presence lull him into sleep.

(Y/n) watched as he slowly fell asleep, his body going limp as fatigue and exhaustion claimed him. A gentle smile played on her lips as she observed his peaceful expression, a sense of contentment washing over her.

She loved this stubborn boy.

End

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Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter!

Part 12 - ahhh I am evil for making you all wait so long, I just don’t know what direction to take this story in but I’ve got some ideas 😏 the next chapter will be more interesting so pls stick about, over the summer break we’re gonna see them go public. Intentionally or unintentionally?! Who knows…

After both Daniel and her admit their true feelings to one another it comes clear what they need to do. Christian becomes suspicious of their close nature.

“Daniel.” I whispered, my legs beginning to shake as he slowly pushed himself off me. Not before he kissed me so tenderly, so gently, it made my head spin. “You okay?” The Australian asked as a soft smile appeared on my face, I reached up, brushing back his curls that were stuck to his forehead.

“I’m good.” I borderline whispered, “me too.” Daniel nodded, the after sex bliss lasting a while as I fingered at his hair. I was in a slight shock that Daniel and I ended up like this again, of course it felt right, but it’s like we could stay away from one another.

He let out a slight sigh as he eventually pulled out of me, the feeling of his seed leaking out of me shortly after. I grimaced, having to do that awkward run to the bathroom as he laughed in amusement. “Not funny! It’s gross!” I called out before closing the door to the bathroom.

I wasn’t in there for long cleaning myself up, but I began to doubt if he wanted me to stay over. I really wanted a toothbrush if we were gonna do that, but I didn’t quite know how to ask. I didn’t have any spare change of underwear or clothes, realistically I could just run down the hall, but that was effort. I walked out, but naked, feeling his eyes trail over me as he held out a hand. “Ah, I need clothes, don’t look.” Somehow I felt more nervous now than ever before.

“We literally just had sex.” Daniel commented as I giggled, running around the bed to hide under the sheets. “Y/n.” He muttered with a chuckle.

“I know but…” I eventually answered. “I’m just shy.”

“No you are most definitely not.” Daniel rolled over, sliding a hand over my exposed breasts. “Like… in the slightest.” He was speaking gently, sounding tired as his body pulled mine closer in for a cuddle. I hummed out a gentle moan, the sheets covering my ass and below as I pressed my cold feet against his legs. Daniel let out a tired noise of discontent.

“Nice to know your feet are still freezing.”

“Always.” I nudged them closer, resting my head on his chest, feeling it rising and falling with each fired breath.

“Daniel?” I muttered after a few moments of silence. “Mmmh?”

“Do you want me to stay over?” My brain wouldn’t stay quiet unless I asked him. “Yes.” The Australian squeezed at my arm, his fingers grazing up to drag through my strands of hair.

“Okay.” I myself was growing tired. The mix of sex and alcohol (and arguing) tiring me out. “Is everything gonna be okay now?” I then gently asked. This caused Daniel’s eyes to open as I gazed back up to him nervously. I was worried a repeat of last time would happen.

“I love you so much.” The words caused my heart to swell. “I want this to work, we’re gonna be fine.” Daniel assured as I felt the knot between my brows soften when he poked at it. I leant forwards and kissed him gently. “Do you?” He then questioned, voice much quieter than before.

“Do I what?” I traced a finger over his tattoos. “You know… want this to work?”

“More than anything.” ——— “You see here, you can clearly see why it’s so different from the RB’s.” Daniel pointed out, hand resting on my upper back as we leant over to peak inside the Alpha Tauri.

“Oh yeah.” My eyes widened slightly as I stole a glanced towards him. He looked so focused as he checked out his car one last time before the summer break would begin. I was positive in between then all he’d be thinking about was driving. All the boys were like that, but nobody was more dedicated than Daniel.

“Makes it harder to drive.” He amused, whispering in my ear as I snickered back to him. “What’re you two whispering about?” My dads voice emerged. My heart jumped slightly, face warming. I never realised he would come in the Alpha Tauri garages, unless he was desperate. He eyed up between Daniel and I with a smirk.

“Just the car.” Daniel lowly spoke in amusement so nobody else would hear. “Oh yeah? Different from the RB’s?”

“Very.” Daniel amused, hand still grazing over my back. My dad walked over, assessing it slightly, of course he’d had to point out some tips on what he think would work better. I was about to get a little bored of the mechanic talk before he turned back to me.

“Anyway, I’m getting carried away. I was needing a favour, from you. My lovely daughter.” ��Oh no.” I teased. “Would you be able to help Monty with some homework? It won’t take long, he’s struggling and his tutors not around.”

Cock blocked by my younger brother, great.

“I mean I can try. I don’t know how good I’d be at… Year 1 homework. Hasn’t he finished for summer yet?” “Nearly, anyway I’ll see you later, Daniel. I’m sure we’ll be seeing you over the break.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you soon.” Daniel politely smiled as I offered him one for myself. “See you, Daniel.” Before we headed off.

When we were out of the building, I just knew my dad would bring it up. I could feel the tension in the air. “So.” Oh here we go…

“You and Daniel seemed close.”

“Close? He was just showing me the car.” I shrugged, feeling my face warm at the topic of conversation. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, I just felt a little shy talking about it with my own father.

“But you seem closer than close.”

“Do we?” I breathlessly asked, a smile growing on my face as an accidental bubble of laughter escaped my mouth.

“You must think I’m stupid, you kids. Are you together then? Is that what it?”

“Dad- no.” I swatted, attempting to move on from that particular topic. “Because Daniel’s a great guy, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.” He shrugged, going on a ramble. “Little bit of an age gap, though, wouldn’t you say Y/N/N?”

There was no point denying it. I didn’t know how he was so adamant about it, but I figured once I’d told him, everybody else was a breeze in the park to tell.

“Yeah.” I shrugged, holding my shoulders up awkwardly. “Well as long as you’re both okay with that.”

“Yeah it’s… fine.” I laughed, “alright, well… wow I didn’t expect you to be with Daniel, thought you always hated drivers for your boyfriends.”

“Ah, he’s not my boyfriend, and I said that when I was 8.”

“Same thing…” As we walked into the Red Bull garages where I figured my brother was, Max was stood there, smirking back to me with a knowing look. I suddenly put two and two together knowing he could hear exactly what we were talking about and did a double take at him. Had Max told my dad? You wouldn’t think Verstappen had a loud mouth, but he did. I squinted, sticking my middle finger up at the Dutch man as he laughed out loud. “What does that mean?” Monty suddenly appeared, the six year old staring up to my gesture. My eyes widened, dropping my hand. “Ah well done y/n, means nothing Monty, not for you to know.” Oops…

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