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cressidagrey · 1 month ago

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It's a Match!

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Lydia Colbert (Original Character)

Summary:

When Arthur Leclerc decides his brooding brother Charles needs a love life, he does the obvious: he makes him a secret dating profile. With their mother’s help and absolutely no permission, Arthur impersonates Charles on Raya—and Chaos ensues. Until one suspiciously perfect woman (with a dachshund) changes everything.

Warnings and Notes:

Catfishing is obviously bad, even when it's played for laughs in this story. Thanks to the internet for helping me come up with some unhinged online dating stories.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lorenzo stood in the kitchen, nursing a glass of wine and watching Arthur scroll through his phone at alarming speed.

“So,” Lorenzo said slowly, “he’s not coming to dinner?”

Arthur didn’t look up. “Nope. Texted me twenty minutes ago to say he was ‘in a complicated emotional place’ and ‘needed to listen to piano alone.’”

Lorenzo exhaled. “Jesus.”

“He also said he thinks he might be ‘unlovable at a molecular level.’”

“Did he actually say that?”

“Verbatim,” Arthur said, flipping screens. “Followed by a photo of Leo looking like a tired therapist on his day off. and the crying emoji. Twice.”

Lorenzo dragged a hand down his face. “It’s been three months since Sophie.”

“Technically, two months, twenty-one days,” Arthur said, glancing at the clock. “But who’s counting.”

Lorenzo sighed. “He needs help.”

“He needs therapy,” Arthur said with a snort.

And then Arthur’s eyes lit up like a cartoon character with a plan. “He needs a girlfriend.”

Lorenzo froze. “Arthur.”

“Hear me out.”

“No.”

Arthur put his phone down slowly, deliberately. “I’m making a Raya profile.”

Lorenzo blinked. “You’re what?”

“Not for me. For him. I’m going to fix it. The spiral. The sad playlists. All of it.”

“You want to impersonate Charles on a dating app.”

“I want to rescue him. Emotionally. Romantically. Digitally.”

Lorenzo stared at him. “Arthur. That is identity theft.”

“That is love,” Arthur replied. “I’m Cupid with a Wi-Fi connection.”

“You’re Cupid with a death wish. You’re going to catfish people as our brother?”

“Not catfish. Curate. Like a gallery. Of his best self. It’s not lying. It’s… repackaging.” Arthur stood and began pacing. “Charles is clearly not going to do this himself. He’s too busy posting moody black-and-white stories of Leo looking out windows with captions like ‘we all leave eventually.’ I mean—what are we even doing?”

“You’re being insane.”

“It’s matchmaking!” Arthur said, pointing at Lorenzo like a man unveiling a conspiracy theory. “He’s clearly not going to do it himself. He’s still following his ex on Instagram, liking her stories at 2 a.m., and writing playlist titles like 'slow laps and slower heartbreak.' He needs help. I’m being a hero. Do you remember what he said last week? That he was thinking of deleting Instagram and starting over under a new name in the Alps? That’s not healing. That’s the first act of a French drama where he falls in love with his housekeeper’s goat.”

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “And you think putting him on a dating app is the answer?”

“With me controlling it? Yes.”

“You’re barely qualified to manage your own love life!”

Arthur ignored that. “It’s foolproof. I’ll use good photos—Ferrari gala, that one boat pic, something with Leo so women know he has a soul. And I’ll write the bio. Sexy but a little tragic. Like if James Bond cried at Chopin.”

“This is criminal.”

“This is charitable.”

“You’re going to end up matching him with someone who thinks astrology is a political stance!”

“Then I’ll filter for that! Lorenzo, trust me. I’ve seen what’s out there. These women are feral—but one of them might just be perfect.”

Lorenzo sighed. “Just don’t use that photo from Mykonos.”

Arthur looked offended. “The shirtless boat one? That’s the opener.”

***

Text Messages: Arthur Leclerc & Joris Trouche

Arthur: hey bestie question do u have any good pics of charles

Joris: Of course I do?? What for?

Arthur: nothing shady promise

Joris: Arthur. What are you doing.

Arthur: do u want him to die alone and spend the rest of his life crying into his dog

Joris: What???

Arthur: do u want Leo to be his emergency contact forever

Joris: Arthur WHAT are you doing

Arthur: just send me the Monaco yacht one and the one from Singapore last year you know the one. the good hair day.

Joris: Arthur. Are you making a dating profile for him

Arthur: no. (not legally)

Joris: You’re insane. He’s going to kill you.

Arthur: worth it he’s brooding to “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)” again i’m desperate

Joris: …check your inbox and delete this chat before he finds it I’m not going down with you

Arthur: ur an accomplice now welcome to the operation code name: Raya Redemption

Joris: God help us all

***

Text Messages: Lorenzo Leclerc & Joris Trouche

Joris: Lorenzo. We have a situation. A serious one.

Lorenzo: If this is about Charles lying on the floor again, I’ve already poured myself a drink.

Joris: No, this is worse. Arthur is making him a Raya profile.

Lorenzo: ...I know.

Joris: YOU KNOW???

Lorenzo: He told me over dinner while Charles was listening to Debussy in the dark and crying into Leo.

Joris: He just asked me for high-resolution thirst traps. High-resolution, Lorenzo.

i just sent him photos. under duress.

Lorenzo: why would you send him photos???

Joris: BECAUSE HE SAID CHARLES WAS BROODING TO TAYLOR SWIFT AND I PANICKED.

Lorenzo: that… tracks. Let me guess. Monaco yacht and Singapore hair day?

Joris: Yes. And he used the phrase “do u want Leo to be his emergency contact forever” like this was a national crisis.

Lorenzo: That does sound like Arthur. You’re an accomplice now. Welcome to the pit.

Joris: He named the operation Raya Redemption.

Lorenzo: Of course he did.

Joris: Should we… tell Charles?

Lorenzo: Not until Arthur gets at least one date out of it. I want to see where this goes.

Joris: Your family is unwell.

Lorenzo: That’s the most accurate thing you’ve ever said.

***

Arthur Leclerc cracked his knuckles, opened the Raya app, and began typing with the enthusiasm of a man who once made a Tinder bio for Pierre Gasly that had just said “French. Fast. Flexible.”

He had Spotify’s Ultimate Seduction playlist in the background, two open tabs of Charles’ most photogenic Instagram photos, and the moral compass of a raccoon in a jewelry store.

“Let’s make some magic, baby.”

He hit “Create New Profile.”

Name: Charles Age: 27 Location: Monaco (obviously) Profession: Formula 1 Driver. Winner of your heart. Photos:

Shirtless boat pic from Mykonos (for the people)

Shirtless post-workout mirror selfie, beads of sweat on his chest

Shirtless with Leo in his arms

Shirtless from the beach in Sardinia, wet curls, gaze angled to the sun like a Renaissance oil painting with commitment issues

BONUS: A picture of just his hands, veins out, no explanation

Bio :

Fast cars. Fine wine. Passionate nights. I like long drives through the Italian countryside and strong espresso.

Swipe right if you can keep up—on the track or off it.

Arthur read it back and grinned.

“Perfect. Bit mysterious. Bit unhinged. Bit sexy. Very me—I mean, Charles.”

Then came the matching filters.

Looking for: Women Age range: 21–35 Distance: Global Interests: Dancing, cooking, racing, danger, chaos, espresso martinis Turn-ons (optional): Confidence. High heels. Deep playlists. Women who look like they could ruin my life in Italian.

Arthur sat back, admiring his masterpiece.

“This,” he muttered, sipping Coke from a wineglass, “is how you get Charles off the floor and into someone’s arms.”

He hit publish.

Fifteen minutes later, the first like came in from someone named Hot4Horsepower.

Arthur grinned. “And so it begins.”

***

Raya Chat Log – @/charles_leclerc (aka Arthur Leclerc with a mission)

@/Hot4Horsepower: hey charles ;)) i love fast cars and slow burns what’s your lap time in bed?

@/charles_leclerc: Hi. First question: Have you ever watched an actual Grand Prix or do you just like the racesuits?

@/Hot4Horsepower: i like the tight suits and the adrenaline also i once watched drive to survive season 3

@/charles_leclerc: So no actual race experience. Strike one. Next: How do you feel about dogs with emotional trauma?

@/Hot4Horsepower: uh what are you okay?

@/charles_leclerc: I’m not the one who used “lap time in bed” as an opener.

***

@/LenaOffline: sooo… if we date, can i come to Monza in your suitcase?

@/charles_leclerc: Can you fit in a suitcase?

@/LenaOffline: ...maybe??

@/charles_leclerc: Follow-up: Do you have a criminal record?

@/LenaOffline: not convicted

@/charles_leclerc: Next question: how many cardboard cutouts of me do you own?

@/LenaOffline: just the one! and one of Carlos for symmetry!

***

@/JulesUnfiltered: charles i already have our wedding vision board saved. do you want a spring ceremony or winter elopement?

@/charles_leclerc: Let’s backtrack.

Have we met?

Do you own a scrapbook labeled “Operation Husband”?

Be honest.

@/JulesUnfiltered: only the digital kind!!! also i emailed your management about matching tattoos

***

@/Lola.LateAgain: would u date someone who only dates for clout asking for a friend

@/charles_leclerc: That friend sounds suspiciously like you.

@/Lola.LateAgain: rude. anyway, how famous are you really?

@/charles_leclerc: Famous enough to Google. Not famous enough to be having this conversation willingly.

***

@/RoxieWithIssues: hey charles you ever been to ibiza?? bc i’ve got a villa and handcuffs jk unless?

***

@/JoWithAView: charlessssssss if we dated u could crash into me any time xx also do u still talk to seb? bc i had a dream abt u both

@/charles_leclerc: What kind of dream?

@/JoWithAView: the kind i can't describe here but i made a Pinterest board

***

@/MilfInSector1: hi baby u like older women? i make a mean carbonara and bad decisions

@/charles_leclerc: Define “older.” Define “mean.” Define “bad.”

@/MilfInSector1: 55 Spicy 2008 tattoo of Alonso’s face on my thigh

@/charles_leclerc: …This was a mistake.

***

@/AlinaUnbothered: omg ur real??? like i thought this was a bot. or worse. pierre.

@/charles_leclerc: Define “worse.”

@/AlinaUnbothered: someone not emotionally devastated. r u?

@/charles_leclerc: I once wept to a Debussy piano solo while making risotto. Does that count?

@/AlinaUnbothered: ur perfect. i collect tiny ceramic frogs. is that a dealbreaker?

@/charles_leclerc: Only if they’re haunted.

@/AlinaUnbothered: some of them are

***

@/ToeSucker88: u have beautiful feet pls send pics i have a collage due

***

@/Cleo.CalmDown: Hey cutie. Do you like handcuffs?

@/charles_leclerc: Depends. Are we talking F1 steering wheel tethers or prison time?

@/Cleo.CalmDown: Whichever gets you sweating. Also, I once dated two brothers at the same time. You have any siblings?

@/charles_leclerc:…

***

@/FreyaLikesFire: Hi Charles. I don’t actually watch F1 but I think you’re the guy who plays the piano in that viral TikTok, right?

@/charles_leclerc: …Yes. And I also occasionally drive very expensive cars. Do you know what DRS is?

@/FreyaLikesFire: Isn’t that the drug that makes hamsters fight?

@/charles_leclerc: That’s not even close.

***

@/SashaWanders: If I was your Ferrari, would you drive me fast or slow?

@/charles_leclerc: You would probably overheat and break down before we made it out of Q2.

@/SashaWanders: Kinky.

***

@/IsabelButSpicier: I don’t really care what you do as long as you’re hot and sad.

@/charles_leclerc: You just described every Ferrari strategy debrief. But okay, go off.

***

@/ClaraAfterDark: Let’s cut to the chase. I don’t cook, I don’t clean, but I will emotionally destroy you in under ten minutes. Interested? You look like you cry after sex. I find that hot.

***

@/NinaKnowsBest: Hi future baby daddy How do you feel about naming our first child ‘Ferrari?’ Girl or boy doesn’t matter x

@/charles_leclerc: That child will be bullied from kindergarten to Monaco GP.

@/NinaKnowsBest: Not if they’re hot.

***

@/EmTheEnigma: Let’s play a game: if you had to choose between your dog and me, which one would you kiss goodnight?

@/charles_leclerc: Leo. No hesitation. ***

@/EvaInParis: Hey babe. Do you come with the Ferrari or do I have to steal one?

@/charles_leclerc: Hi. Have you ever been convicted of grand theft auto?

@/EvaInParis: LOL I plead the fifth.

@/charles_leclerc: This is Monaco. We don’t have the fifth. Goodbye.

***

@/SofiaOnSet: What’s your star sign? Asking to check if our birth charts align. I will not date another Virgo. I’ve had four. They all cried.

@/charles_leclerc:

I’m a Libra.

Are you planning on picking our wedding date using astrology?

Be honest—have you hexed an ex?

@/SofiaOnSet: That’s private.

@/charles_leclerc: So that’s a yes.

***

@/MayaWearsBlack: Can we skip the small talk? I only date drivers and DJs. You’re lucky you’re both hot and famous.

@/charles_leclerc:

Would you love me if I worked at a bakery?

How many drivers have you “dated”? Please round to the nearest dozen.

Do you know how to spell “empathy”? No autocorrect.

@/MayaWearsBlack: Who needs empathy when you’ve got a paddock pass?

@/charles_leclerc: Your honesty is terrifying. Goodbye.

***

@/TatianaFromIbiza: Let’s get married in Mykonos. I’ll bring the champagne, you bring the tux.

@/charles_leclerc: How do you feel about prenups?

@/TatianaFromIbiza: I’m an experience, not an investment.

@/charles_leclerc: You are a lawsuit waiting to happen.

***

@/BiancaWithIntentions: soooo if i date u, do i get paddock passes? asking for my sister (and me, obviously)

@/charles_leclerc: That depends. Would you say your intentions are: A) Romantic B) Opportunistic C) “Saw Drive to Survive and decided to try my luck”

@/BiancaWithIntentions: D) All of the above lol

***

@/VeraUnfiltered: I think you’re the one. I already told my therapist about you. She says I’m too impulsive but what does she know?

@/charles_leclerc: How long ago did you swipe right?

@/VeraUnfiltered: Twelve minutes. But I can feel things.

@/charles_leclerc: Like restraining orders approaching in the distance?

***

@/RomyInRed: Would you date someone who has been banned from Ibiza?

@/charles_leclerc: Follow-up questions:

What did you do in Ibiza?

Was it arson?

Are you legally allowed to leave the country?

***

Text Messages: Arthur Leclerc & Lorenzo Leclerc

Arthur: bro

Arthur: we have a situation

Lorenzo: what did you do

Arthur: it’s not what I did it’s what the women of Raya have done to me

Lorenzo: Arthur.

Arthur: I opened the messages for Charles and I’m genuinely afraid

Lorenzo: Afraid of what??

Arthur: of toe pics witchcraft and one woman who casually mentioned she has a tattoo of Alonso on her thigh like. full face. 2008 Renault colors.

Lorenzo: I’m going to be sick.

Arthur: they’re all insane one of them collects haunted ceramic frogs another said she wants Charles to crash into her

Lorenzo: You created this account You brought this on yourself This is karma. This is divine justice.

Arthur: I was trying to help Charles find love but apparently Charles’ vibe attracts women who have cursed amulets and open warrants

Lorenzo: Delete it.

Arthur: No. I can fix this. I just need filters. And maybe an exorcism.

***

Pascale was in the kitchen, folding linen napkins with the serene efficiency of a woman who had raised three sons, lived through Charles’ La La Land phase, and once confiscated a bottle of cologne that smelled like “heartbreak and leather.”

Arthur hovered in the doorway like a raccoon with a secret.

“Maman?”

“Yes?”

“…I need to confess something.”

She looked up, suspicious. “Did you crash another scooter?”

“No. Worse.”

She put the napkins down slowly. “Go on.”

“I made Charles a Raya profile.”

A beat of silence.

“And I’ve been pretending to be him. Vetting the women. And—please don’t yell—but I think I might’ve… accidentally turned him into a sex symbol with commitment issues.”

Pascale blinked once. Then reached for her wine glass. “What exactly does that mean?”

Arthur swallowed. “One woman sent a voice memo that was just her breathing heavily. Another wrote an essay about his collarbones. And someone named ‘MILFInSector1’ offered to show him her Alonso tattoo. On her thigh, Maman.”

She closed her eyes. “Show me the profile.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m disappointed. In your taste.”

Arthur handed over the phone like it was radioactive.

She scrolled through in silence.

First: shirtless boat pic. Then: shirtless workout mirror selfie. Then: Charles shirtless on a beach, looking like he was about to write a tragic sonnet about the sea.

“Arthur,” she said slowly. “Is he wearing a shirt in any of these?”

“Technically… no.”

She tapped the screen. “This one looks like he just seduced a widow on the Italian coast and then vanished before sunrise.”

“That was the vibe!”

She gave him a look. “And this one? With Leo? Shirtless again?”

“It’s the dog dad bait. Women love a soft side.”

“He looks like a cover model for Brooding Bachelor: Mediterranean Edition.”

Arthur grinned. “Exactly.”

Pascale sighed like she’d aged ten years in five minutes. “Read me the bio.”

Arthur cleared his throat.

“Fast cars. Fine wine. Passionate nights. I like long drives through the Italian countryside and strong espresso. Swipe right if you can keep up—on the track or off it.”

Pascale stared. Then sipped her wine with great purpose.

“You wrote this like he’s a walking cologne commercial with a god complex.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment. We’re fixing it. Sit down.”

They sat down at the table. Pascale adjusted her glasses like she was about to perform surgery.

“First, we’re removing at least three of the shirtless photos. Leave one. Two max. Any more and he looks like he’s trying to sell protein powder and regrets.”

“Can we keep the Leo one?”

“He’s shirtless and holding the dog. That’s double bait. You’re not stacking emotional manipulation with abs.”

Arthur sulked. “The steering wheel hands?”

“That one can stay. It’s tasteful. Mysterious. Almost… cinematic.”

Arthur perked up. “Knew you’d get it.”

“Now,” she said, rewriting the bio, “‘Swipe right if you can keep up’ makes him sound like he’s running from Interpol. We’re dialing it back.”

They replaced it with:

“Piano at night. Pasta on Sundays. Quiet mornings, loud engines. Looking for someone kind—with a sense of humor and a stronger tolerance for espresso than me.”

Arthur blinked. “That’s… actually kind of good.”

“I raised you,” she said simply.

She also added a hard filter: “No users with the words ‘feral,’ ‘MILF,’ or ‘toe’ in their usernames.”

Arthur blinked again. “How do you know this much about dating apps?”

Pascale sipped her wine and smiled. “Darling. I may be a widow. I’m not dead.”

***

Raya Chat Log – @/charles_leclerc (still illegally operated by Arthur)

@/AnaSaysMaybe: So… are you actually looking for something serious or just another Italian summer situationship?

@/charles_leclerc: Ideally something meaningful. No drama. No performative sadness.

@/AnaSaysMaybe: But you're a Ferrari driver.

@/charles_leclerc: Touché.

***

@/SimoneAtSunset: Okay but real talk: Is the “piano at night” thing a metaphor for vulnerability, or are you actually playing piano?

@/charles_leclerc: I’m actually playing piano.

@/SimoneAtSunset: That’s either the hottest thing I’ve ever heard or the most manipulative.

***

@/NoelleDoesNotReply: Your profile is giving tragic espresso husband. I love it.

@/charles_leclerc: That’s… oddly flattering. Thank you.

@/NoelleDoesNotReply: Just a heads up though—I don’t reply to texts between the hours of 11 p.m. and 4 p.m. And I ghost people when Mercury’s in retrograde.

@/charles_leclerc: So you ghost people… for sixteen hours a day?

@/NoelleDoesNotReply: Self-care x

***

@/AstridOnFire: You had me at “piano at night.” I melt for emotionally repressed men with a flair for the dramatic.

@/charles_leclerc: I’m… not sure that’s the healthiest criteria, but alright.

@/AstridOnFire: It’s okay, I fix people.

@/charles_leclerc: That is the least reassuring sentence I’ve ever read.

***

@/CamilleOnCamera: Are you actually looking for a relationship? Or are you just here to cry to Chopin and pretend you're okay?

@/charles_leclerc: I’m open to something real. Why?

@/CamilleOnCamera: Because I don’t do emotions, but I do look great in photos. So if you want a beautiful mutual breakdown, I’m your girl.

***

@/JulietteFromNowhere: You seem genuinely lovely, but just so you know—I bring a lot of intensity to relationships. Like, “sent my ex a Spotify playlist titled ‘Haunt Me Forever’” energy.

@/charles_leclerc: …Out of curiosity, how long after the breakup?

@/JulietteFromNowhere:Six months. But I made the playlist during the relationship. Just in case.

***

@/ZaraLikesChaos: Do you believe in soulmates or is that too cringe?

@/charles_leclerc: I think it depends. Soulmates, maybe. Destiny, yes.

@/ZaraLikesChaos: Good answer. Anyway, my tarot reader says I’m going to marry someone with intense eyebrows. I’m pretty sure it’s you.

***

@/TaliaWithoutLimits: What’s your opinion on monogamy?

@/charles_leclerc: Essential, if I’m being honest.

@/TaliaWithoutLimits: Shame. I’m more of a… rotating-cast-of-men kind of girl. But I thought maybe I’d make an exception if you were taller.

***

@/NaomiNotNice: You look like you feel things. I like that in a man.

@/charles_leclerc: …Thank you?

@/NaomiNotNice: Do you mind if I name our first child Enzo?

@/charles_leclerc: We haven’t even met yet.

@/NaomiNotNice: Manifesting.

***

@/MilaInMotion: What’s your relationship with your mother like?

@/charles_leclerc: Close. She helps with most of my major life decisions.

@/MilaInMotion: Oh. Yeah. That’s going to be a problem for me. I’m allergic to mother-in-laws.

***

@/DaphneOnTheRun: Your dog is adorable. I trust men more when they’re dog people.

@/charles_leclerc: Leo is the most stable relationship I’ve had.

@/DaphneOnTheRun: Same. My ex stole my cat in the breakup, but I got the espresso machine. Also, I burned his passport.

@/charles_leclerc: Wait what

***

@/EvaAfterMidnight: Hi. If we go out, please don’t talk to me about F1. I’ll pretend to care, but it’s mostly for the photos.

@/charles_leclerc: …Charming.

***

@/LucieOffGrid: Hi. You have a dog, a soul, and a tragic vibe. I’m intrigued. I live on a boat most of the year. No Wi-Fi. I churn my own butter.

@/charles_leclerc: That’s incredibly niche. How do you… date people?

@/LucieOffGrid: I don’t. I just appear in their lives, ruin them, and disappear again. Like fog. Or ex-girlfriends.

@/charles_leclerc: Oh dear God.

***

Text Messages: Arthur Leclerc & Lorenzo Leclerc

Arthur: progress report

Lorenzo: this can’t be good

Arthur: we are still getting weirdos…but they are technically better weirdos?

Lorenzo: Define “technically”

Arthur: no toe pics no thigh tattoos no one’s tried to hex him with moon water yet

Lorenzo: So… less weird?

Arthur: less weird but not normal

Arthur: example: one girl churns her own butter and lives on her boat another just sent him her cat’s star chart

Lorenzo: I don’t know if this is evolution or a new form of crisis

Arthur: they’re soft weirdos now like chaotic but moisturized

Lorenzo: and you haven’t found anyone normal?

Arthur: define “normal” because one girl said she’s emotionally allergic to mothers another made a Spotify playlist titled ‘haunt me forever’ for her ex boyfriend

Lorenzo: You deserve this

Arthur: excuse me I’ve filtered out the truly cursed ones

Lorenzo: That’s like bragging about evacuating only some of the haunted dolls

Arthur: baby steps we’re moving in the right direction

***

Arthur was sitting cross-legged on the couch, hoodie up, blue light permanently etched into his retinas. His thumb moved on instinct now, scrolling through Raya like a war veteran—twitching every time he saw the words “feral,” “open relationship,” or “wanna crash into me?”

He was ready to give up.

And then.

@/lydiacolbert

Her profile popped up like a glitch in the system. A miracle in neutral tones.

Photos:

Lydia petting a small cream dachshund on a sunny terrace.

Lydia on a bike, holding her face in the sun.

Lydia laughing in Mykonos. Natural. Unbothered. Beautiful.

Lydia holding a flower pot like it’s an award she just earned.

Lydia’s dog—in a sweater. A blue sweater and a pink collar. Judging the camera.

Bio:

Currently accepting applications from people who enjoy quiet mornings, dry wit, and very judgmental dachshunds. Looking for something real. Or someone who won’t mind that my dog hates 90% of men.

Arthur sat up straight.

He reread it.

Then again.

“Charles,” he whispered to no one. “This is her. This is the one Leo won’t bark at.”

He clicked into the profile, skimmed her answers.

Interests: Cooking. Books. Dogs. Art museums. Sarcasm. Mild chaos. Turn-ons: Honesty. Calm confidence. Emotionally intelligent introverts.

Arthur blinked. “Oh my god, she’s hot and sane.”

He hit match faster than Charles on a quali lap in Monaco.

Seconds later: MATCHED.

Arthur stood, fists in the air. “YES. YES. FINALLY.”

Leo—who was asleep on a pillow in the corner—lifted his head in alarm. Arthur turned to him, grinning.

“Buddy,” he said breathlessly, “you’re getting a sister.”

***

Text Messages: Arthur Leclerc & Lorenzo Leclerc

Arthur: I FOUND HER WE’RE SAVED

Lorenzo: You matched with a therapist?

Arthur: Better. Model. Dachshund. Judgmental. Possibly magic. Mild chaos. No witchcraft.

Lorenzo: …What’s the catch?

Arthur: There is no catch.

***

Raya Chat Log – @/charles_leclerc (operated by Arthur Leclerc, matchmaking menace)

@/lydiacolbert has matched with you. ✅

@/lydiacolbert: Hi Charles. I don’t usually message first, but your dog looks exactly like mine when he’s silently judging me for talking to men on the internet. I respect that kind of energy.

Arthur stared at the screen.

Then sat bolt upright.

“She’s perfect.”

Leo looked up from the corner, unimpressed.

Arthur cracked his knuckles and whispered, “Do not ruin this.”

He typed back—cautiously, like approaching a feral cat that might also own a book deal.

@/charles_leclerc: Hello. I think Leo and your dog would get along. Or at least agree to judge us quietly from opposite sides of the room.

@/lydiacolbert: That’s honestly the most romantic thing I’ve read on this app. Désirée only tolerates people who can make risotto and don’t talk during movies. She once growled at a man who suggested pineapple on pizza. She was right.

Arthur blinked. Whispered, “Marry her.”

He texted Lorenzo immediately.

***

Text Messages: Arthur Leclerc & Lorenzo Leclerc

Arthur: She messaged FIRST.

Lorenzo: Who??

Arthur: LYDIA. Dog girl. Sanity girl. Flower-pot-on-a-bike girl.

Lorenzo: And?

Arthur: She’s funny. She’s dry. Her dog’s name is Désirée. She likes risotto and hates pineapple on pizza. I think Leo just wagged his tail at the screen.

Lorenzo: …You’re not qualified to handle this.

Arthur: I KNOW. I need backup. Should I respond with poetry or just ask her what her dog’s birth chart is?

Lorenzo: Respond like a normal person. And don’t mention astrology.

***

Back in the app, Arthur took a breath. And for once, he typed like Charles would.

@/charles_leclerc: Leo once refused to walk for three blocks because someone in a Juventus jersey smiled at him. I trust his instincts more than my own at this point.

@/lydiacolbert: A man after my own heart. Or at least after my dog’s high standards. What’s your risotto strategy?

Arthur choked on his Coke Zero.

“Oh no,” he muttered. “She’s real. She’s emotionally literate. And she cooks.”

He took a beat. Typed.

@/charles_leclerc: Parmesan. Patience. A disturbing number of YouTube tutorials. And wine. Always wine.

@/lydiacolbert: Noted. Désirée says we’ll allow one date.

Arthur stared at the message. Then slowly turned to Leo.

“Buddy,” he whispered. “We might’ve found her.”

***

Group Chat: Raya Redemption HQ 💘🐾

Members: Arthur, Lorenzo, Pascale, Joris

Arthur: EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS WOMAN

Arthur: screenshot of Lydia’s profile ✨Model. Dachshund. Wears linen. Reads books. Owns plants. Emotionally stable.✨ WE ARE NO LONGER IN CRISIS

Lorenzo: Did she send you toe pics?

Arthur: NO. She sent a message about her dog judging her for messaging men. It was dry. It was flirty. It was sane. She makes risotto and hates pineapple on pizza. I’m in love for Charles.

Joris: So… we’re not deleting the app after all?

Arthur: No. We’re framing this match and hanging it above the fireplace.

Pascale: Arthur, I swear to God, if you are still pretending to be your brother, this woman deserves better than whatever Cirque du Soleil act you’re pulling.

Arthur: Maman, relax. I’m being tasteful. No shirtless photos, no espresso metaphors. We even discussed dogs before pasta.

Lorenzo: That’s the most terrifying sentence I’ve read today.

Arthur: I’M DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT. Even Leo approved. He wagged his tail. Once.

Pascale: You bribed him with ham, didn’t you?

Arthur: That’s beside the point.

Joris: Okay, but real talk—what’s the plan here? Are you going to tell Charles at some point, or is he just going to find out he’s dating someone from an app he never downloaded?

Arthur: We’ll ease him into it. Like exposure therapy. Step 1: Let him spiral less. Step 2: Keep messaging Lydia until she’s emotionally invested. Step 3: Gently reveal the deception. Step 4: Wedding.

Lorenzo: You skipped “tell the truth” and “deal with the emotional fallout” in your little master plan.

Pascale: I raised criminals.

Arthur: You raised innovators.

Pascale: When Charles finds out, I’m making all of you explain it to him. In person. While I film it.

Arthur: You’ll thank me when he’s married to the elegant Parisian woman with a judgmental dachshund and a normal relationship with emotional intimacy.

Lorenzo: Or he’ll drown you in the Monaco marina.

Arthur: That’s a risk I’m willing to take.

***

Charles took a sip of his espresso and opened Twitter with the innocent hope of seeing race predictions or maybe a meme about Pierre’s new sunglasses.

Instead, the first thing he saw was a tweet with his face and the words:

@/paddocktea:okay but WHO is running charles leclerc’s raya account(s) bc i just found TWO and they are… spiritually different??? exhibit a: “Fast cars. Fine wine. Passionate nights. I like long drives and women who don’t ask too many questions.” vs “Piano at night. Pasta on Sundays. Looking for someone kind and espresso-tolerant.” one of these was written by a shirtless man with cologne in his eyes and the other by someone’s extremely French mother

[2 screenshots attached]

Charles blinked.

Scrolled.

Opened the replies.

@/feralgirlsf1: first version: "I will ruin you in Lake Como" second version: "I will feed you carbonara and never leave" who is writing this man’s character arc

@/drive_me_delirious: I KNOW ARTHUR MADE THE FIRST ONE. I KNOW IT IN MY BONES. but who made the sad poet rebrand? because I want to thank her

@/alonsohater420: Pascale Leclerc. That’s my theory. That woman raised sons and keeps receipts.

@/feralforferrari: “Winner of your heart” STOP WHO LET HIM TYPE THAT???

@/leoclubfanpage: not me cross-referencing shirtless beach pics with his Instagram to determine authenticity 💀

@/wifedashboard: someone said the new bio sounds like his maman made it and honestly?? not wrong

Charles put down his espresso with surgical care.

Then clicked on the screenshots.

First one:

Shirtless. Mykonos.

Shirtless. Beach.

Shirtless. Leo.

“Fast cars. Fine wine. Passionate nights.”

He audibly choked.

Second one:

Sweater. Steering wheel.

“Piano at night. Pasta on Sundays.”

***

Text Messages: Charles Leclerc and Lorenzo Leclerc

Charles: WHAT IS THIS

Lorenzo: …Good morning?

Charles: WHY AM I TRENDING FOR A RAYA PROFILE I’VE NEVER MADE??? WHY ARE THERE TWO OF THEM??

Lorenzo: Define “trending.”

Charles: Lorenzo. There are slideshows. There are threads.

Charles: There are comparative analyses of which version of my fictional dating self is hotter.

Charles: Someone said the first one was “sex on a Vespa” and the second one was “grief with a good red.”

Lorenzo: ...Okay but that’s honestly fair.

Charles: WHO. DID. THIS.

Lorenzo: I think now’s a good time to ask if you are in the country…

Charles: LORENZO.

Lorenzo: Okay. Fine. The first one was Arthur. The second one was… a joint operation.

Charles: WHAT.

Lorenzo: Arthur made the original profile without your knowledge. You were spiraling. He panicked. Then he asked Maman for help and she helped him rebrand you into someone… softer.

Charles: YOU LET MAMAN EDIT MY FAKE DATING PROFILE??

Lorenzo: She cut out the shirtless pics. You should be grateful.

Charles: I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.

***

Group Chat: Les Leclercs

Members: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo, Pascale

Charles: ARE YOU ALL OUT OF YOUR MINDS???

Charles: I woke up to find out I apparently have not one, but TWO dating profiles.

Charles: TWO. ON RAYA. WITH BIOS.

Charles: AND PHOTOS. OF MY BODY. WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE.

Arthur: hi love would you like a chamomile tea and a therapist or should I start running

Charles: YOU PUT “WINNER OF YOUR HEART” IN THE BIO.

Pascale: I removed it. The first one made you sound like a cologne ad that’s banned in most countries. The second one is tasteful. Sophisticated. A man with depth and a signature pasta.

Charles: YOU REBRANDED ME AS A TRAGIC HUSBAND?!?

Arthur: you’re welcome

Charles: WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO DO THIS

Arthur: you said “I’m emotionally unlovable at a molecular level” while listening to Debussy

Arthur: you were spiraling I intervened with vibes and wi-fi

Lorenzo: Arthur called it “Operation Raya Redemption” We even had a shared folder

Charles: A FOLDER???

Arthur: look bro we were just trying to get you off the floor and into the emotional arms of someone whose dog wears sweaters

Charles: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

Lorenzo: …Arthur. Now is a good time.

Arthur: right okay so

Arthur: you got a match

Charles: NO.

Arthur: YES.

Pascale: She messaged first. That’s a good sign. Confident. Emotionally balanced.

Charles: NO ONE IS EMOTIONALLY BALANCED IN THIS FAMILY

Arthur: her name is Lydia she’s a model she lives in Paris and she has a dachshund named Désirée who wears sweaters and hates most men so obviously, she’s perfect

Lorenzo: She likes sarcasm, risotto, and espresso. She messaged to say your dog looks like hers when judging her for dating. You flirted about risotto for like six messages.

Charles: I DID WHAT??

Arthur: technically I flirted but I was channeling your tragic poet energy so it was spiritually accurate

Pascale: She’s very elegant. Also, she uses punctuation in her messages. We vetted her.

Charles: YOU VETTED HER??

Arthur: Maman and I read her Instagram captions. She passed. No star sign rants. No frog collections. Her bookshelf had actual books.

Charles: I’m going to lie down and scream into a pillow.

Arthur: you’re welcome.

Lorenzo: You should at least meet Lydia.

Pascale: She has excellent hair. You owe it to Leo.

Charles: …what does Leo have to do with this

Arthur: he wagged his tail when he saw her dog’s photo it was a sign

Pascale: I really think she’s a good match, Charles. She didn’t even bring up racing. Just said your dog looked adorable.

Charles: I AM DELETING THIS APP I AM DELETING THIS FAMILY CHAT I AM DELETING MYSELF

***

Charles was sitting on the floor. Because of course he was.

His phone sat on the couch above him, like a bomb. Still open to the group chat where his family casually confessed to identity theft and matchmaking in one breath.

He sighed.

Then, like a man opening a cursed scroll, he opened the Raya app. Logged in with the password Arthur had supplied: Pinsàroulettes16 (Arthur was not subtle.Charles should probably consider himself lucky that nobody had hacked it yet.)

New Matches: 1 @/lydiacolbert ✅

He blinked at the name.

Then the profile.

Paris.

Model.

Cream-colored dachshund in a blue sweater.

Laughing in Mykonos.

Holding a flower pot like it told her a secret.

Judgmental but kind eyes.

Her bio:

Currently accepting applications from people who enjoy quiet mornings, dry wit, and very judgmental dachshunds. Looking for something real. Or someone who won’t mind that my dog hates 90% of men.

Charles stared.

Then scrolled to the messages.

@/lydiacolbert: Hi Charles. I don’t usually message first, but your dog looks exactly like mine when he’s silently judging me for talking to men on the internet. I respect that kind of energy.

@/charles_leclerc (aka Arthur): Hello. I think Leo and your dog would get along. Or at least agree to judge us quietly from opposite sides of the room.

@/charles_leclerc: Leo once refused to walk for three blocks because someone in a Juventus jersey smiled at him. I trust his instincts more than my own at this point.

@/lydiacolbert: A man after my own heart. Or at least after my dog’s high standards. What’s your risotto strategy?

@/charles_leclerc: Parmesan. Patience. A disturbing number of YouTube tutorials. And wine. Always wine.

@/lydiacolbert: Noted. Désirée says we’ll allow one date.

Charles sat very still.

Then read it again.

He felt something ridiculous tug at the corner of his mouth.

Leo stretched next to him and sighed—like even he was judging him a little less now.

Charles hesitated.

Then, for the first time, typed something himself.

@/charles_leclerc: Would Désirée tolerate a walk with Leo sometime next week? I promise not to suggest pineapple on anything.

He hit send.

Then set the phone down.

And muttered to Leo, “If I marry her, you’re getting a tux.”

Leo rolled over, unimpressed.

***

Charles arrived early. Like, way early. Like, sat-down-twenty-minutes-before-the-reservation-straightening-the-salt-shakers early.

Leo was wearing his least-offensive harness—the navy one Pascale called “respectable.” Charles had asked his mother to steam his shirt because he would have burned it. And he’d spent ten minutes standing in front of his cologne collection with the expression of a man selecting a weapon for emotional battle.

He went with the subtle one. The one that didn’t smell like haunted heartbreak on the Riviera.

Now he was trying not to pass out.

He kept checking his phone—not for messages, but to reread hers. Like they were prayers. Or sheet music. Something steady. Predictable. Beautiful.

He was on the fourth reread when he heard a soft “Hi.”

And he looked up.

And that was it.

Time? Paused. Brain? Empty. Soul? Gone. Sold. Stolen.

Because yes, Lydia looked like her pictures. The soft light, the clean lines, the effortless grace. But in real life, she looked like sunlight through linen curtains. Like the kind of quiet joy you don’t realize you’ve been missing until it’s there, in front of you, wearing ankle boots and a knowing smile.

And behind her, trotting like a tiny fashion editor late for brunch, was Désirée—new sweater, same disapproval.

Charles stood too fast. Knocked his knee on the table.

“Hi. Bonjour. Sorry. I’m—hi.”

Lydia tilted her head, smiling like someone who wasn’t startled by awkward men but delighted by them.

“That’s a lot of hellos.”

“I panicked,” he confessed, trying to smile but probably just grimacing.

“Well,” she said, settling across from him, “panic suits you.”

They sat. Leo gave Désirée a slow blink. Désirée gave Leo a look that said You are lucky I’m in a tolerant mood. Neither barked. It was, Charles decided, a miracle.

They ordered drinks. A croissant for him. An oat milk cappuccino for her. Two biscuits for the dogs. And the conversation just... happened.

They talked about risotto (“Saffron?” “Obviously.”) About books. About espresso machines (“Manual or capsule?” “Is that even a question?”). About why Désirée once growled at a barista for adding whipped cream. (“It was a crime against coffee,” Lydia said, without irony.)

And with every laugh, every dry observation, every easy silence, something in Charles started to settle. Like maybe he wasn’t broken. Like maybe he was just… waiting.

Until the warmth in his chest got too dangerous.

And he blurted it out.

“I need to confess something.”

Lydia paused, cappuccino halfway to her mouth. “Okay. I’m listening. Should I be concerned?”

Charles exhaled. “Maybe.”

She leaned in slightly. “Did you lie about being able to make risotto? Because honestly, I’d survive.”

“No. I can make risotto.”

“Then what is it?”

Charles swallowed. “This profile. On Raya. It wasn’t me. Not at first. It was my brother. Arthur. He made it without telling me.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“And then,” Charles continued grimly, “my maman got involved. She edited it. There were… filters. There was a group chat. I only found out after it went viral on Twitter.”

Lydia blinked.

Then leaned back. Processing.

Then she squinted.

“Wait—both versions of your profile were real?”

Charles groaned. “Yes. One was Arthur’s masterpiece. All shirtless photos and chaos. The other was… Arthur’s chaos, edited by a woman who once made me redo a thank-you note because it wasn’t emotionally sincere.”

And then—

She laughed.

Not a polite giggle. Not a smirk.

A full, head-back, eyes-crinkled, joyful laugh.

“You’re telling me,” she gasped, “your mother edited your Raya profile?”

Charles nodded miserably. “She cut the shirtless photos. Said I was ‘the first one made me sound like a cologne ad that’s banned in most countries.’ Her words. Not mine.”

“I love your family already,” Lydia said, still wheezing. Désirée sneezed under the table, as if in agreement.

Charles looked at her sideways. “So… you’re not running?”

“No,” she said, smiling. “But I am making fun of you for this forever.”

He laughed—really laughed. The kind that surprised him. The kind that had been stuck behind his ribs since Sophie. The kind he didn’t know he missed until this exact moment.

Then Lydia, still grinning, reached across the table and stole half his croissant with zero shame.

Charles blinked at her, stunned.

“So… am I meeting your mum on the second date or the third?” He nearly choked on his espresso.

She leaned closer and said, very softly, “I’m really glad you showed up—even if it took your brother, your mother, and a deeply haunted dating app to make it happen,”

And Charles, soft, stunned, grinning like a fool, thought:

I’m screwed. She’s it. Leo’s going to need a tux.

***

Group Chat: Les Leclercs

Charles: I met her.

Arthur: WHO LYDIA??

Charles: Yes.

Arthur: IS SHE REAL OR WAS THAT PROFILE A TRAP LAID BY A SUPERNATURAL ENTITY??

Charles: She’s real. And not a ghost. Unless ghosts can steal your croissant and your soul in the same hour.

Lorenzo: Define “steal your soul.”

Charles: She laughed at my confession. Not at me. With me. Said she’s making fun of me forever and then ate half my pastry like it was her birthright.

Lorenzo: ...I think you’re in love.

Arthur: WAIT. BACK UP. YOU TOLD HER???

Charles: I panicked. She asked what my risotto confession was and it just— came out.

Pascale: And what did she say?

Charles: She laughed. Like, full-body, eyes-crinkled, gorgeous laugh. Then said she loved my family already.

Pascale: She has taste.

Arthur: I AM A GENIUS.

Lorenzo: You’re a liability.

Arthur: A romantic visionary. I BROUGHT THIS WOMAN INTO OUR LIVES.

Charles: You catfished her.

Arthur: Tomato, tomahto.

Pascale: Invite her to Sunday lunch.

Charles: Already did.

Arthur: WHAT

Lorenzo: WHAT

Pascale: Good boy.

Charles: She said yes. She wants to meet the people responsible for her favorite romantic heist.

Arthur: I’m going to cry

Lorenzo: Please don’t.

Arthur: Do you think Désirée would let me hold her?? Or is that reserved for emotionally mysterious men and premium-grade deli meats?

Charles: She said you need to pass an emotional vibe check.

Arthur: I AM an emotional vibe check.

Charles: Anyway. I like her. I really like her.

Arthur: Can I make a speech at the wedding?

Charles: Absolutely not.

Arthur: ...Too late. Already drafting one.

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It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 7 ] || [ Chapter 9 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ghost is making a move.

Chapter 8: Awooga?

Surprisingly, your one-night stand with John last night did wonders for you. You felt energized all day and made it a point to clean everything instead of moping about like you have tended to do since your break-up with Ethan.

There were days when you considered texting him, neck deep in feelings you couldn’t quite move past, trying your best to stay afloat. Four years by his side couldn’t be forgotten in the blink of an eye, even if neither of you wanted anything to do with the other and had each other blocked on every platform imaginable.

It’s 4 P.M. on Saturday and you’re laying about in your living room wearing lounge clothes, your legs spread over your coffee table, eyes lazily locked on the TV as you fiddle with your phone, twirling it in your hand.

Eventually, you find yourself getting bored… So you decide to open Tinder one last time. You got what you wanted out of it. John scratched that itch… There’s no need to keep it. But it’s still funny enough to judge the men on that app even if you’re no longer doing anything with them.

You start Left Swiping on every profile that comes onto your screen, silently judging each one and murmuring to yourself. You get about 15 profiles in before you find yourself bored of even that.

Sighing and getting peckish, you decide to order yourself something good for dinner from a delivery app. Then, while waiting for the notification that your driver is on his way, you return to Tinder.

You open the DM tab, finding dozens of new DMs from guys and skim through them, none of them catching your eye. If you were in the mood, you’d maybe engage in convo with one of them, maybe annoy them a little… But they all seem so… bland.

Then you find Simon’s chat lost in the influx. You click on it for a moment, smiling a bit as you spot his politeness and excess professionalism for someone that’s on a dating app looking to get laid.

Biting your lip, your fingers glide across the keyboard as you shoot him a quick message.

you: so… are you thinking of ever uploading a new pic of yourself?

The Read indicator popped up under your DM almos instantly, and the bubbles indicating Simon was typing soon followed.

Simon: Look who it is. Simon: Hello to you too. Simon: No, I don’t intend to do that. you: hi, sorry. x you: why not? Simon: I don’t take this app seriously enough to want to show off what I look like. you: was that a dig at me for having a whole gallery? Simon: No. Simon: Unless you want it to be. 😉 you: 😱😱 you: SIMON DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI? Simon: I regret doing it now. you: NOOOO pls don’t! you: it was fun!!!! Simon: Alright then. Simon: How are you feeling today?

You’re genuinely shocked by his question and you find yourself smiling a bit.

you: i’m okay hru? Simon: Just okay? I’m fine thanks. you: yeah! feeling lazy. Simon: You had me worried you weren’t feeling well after last night.

Your cheeks warm up so quickly that you even sputter and sit up on the couch with a start.

you: you know?? Simon: Of course I know. Simon: John’s my captain. you: he told you??????? Simon: No. John’s old school. No kiss and tell. Simon: But we were all expecting he’d go home with you. Simon: Kind of an open secret. you: oh Simon: Does that bother you? you: i don’t think so? you: i guess i should’ve expected you would realize it Simon: I’m sorry. Simon: To be fair, I can tell you that you did a great job, he’s in a much better mood. you: that is not the praise you think it is 😭 Simon: I’m not used to giving praise, cut me some slack alright? you: right. i can see that. you: the whole - my team would say i push them - thing Simon: I stand by that. Simon: I’m not very good at talking. Simon: But I’m not a liar. you: i’ve noticed you: you tend to hate being called that. Simon: Lie enough on the job. Simon: When I’m talking to people outside of that, I like being as honest as I can be. you: i see you: sooo does that mean i can ask you things and you’ll be honest in the answers? Simon: About? you: you Simon: Within reason. you: what do you look like Simon: 6ft4, blonde, brown eyes. you: that’s it? Simon: I said ‘Within reason’. That means I won’t give you more than I think I should. you: infuriating 😤 Simon: That’s life.

Just as you’re about to answer, your doorbell rings. You were so absorbed in Simon’s chat that you didn’t notice your delivery driver arrived.

You slip on some shoes quickly and dash downstairs to the front door of the building to receive your food.

Once upstairs, you set your food on the table and unwrap everything, beginning to eat your Nando’s chicken as you try to resume texting Simon one-handed.

That’s when you spot the message he sent you while you were busy.

Simon: Added some new pics. Simon: Don’t say I never did anything for you. Simon: But I’ll take them down in 2 minutes so you better hurry up.

Eyebrows raised, you quickly click on his profile and rush to tap through to the new pictures.

The first one makes you chuckle. Of course, it’s him wearing a hoodie and a stupid mask… But the second one? Your jaw drops open and you find yourself swallowing dryly.

“Awooga…” You quip to yourself and giggle, amused at your own silliness as your eyes trail over every inch of exposed skin in Simon’s chest. Even if that’s not him, even if that’s just some… bloke he found online, it’s still a bloody fine picture.

Returning to the chat, you type a quick reply.

you: not bad Simon: Answered your questions? you: raised a couple more. Simon: Good. Simon: You keep them in your mind for later. you: why does it feel like you’re leaving?? Simon: Because I am. Duty calls. Simon: I’ll tell John you said 'Hi'. you: okay... you: be careful!

As soon as you sent that message you found yourself facepalming. Why do you sound like a concerned partner? You don’t even know this man. Any of them really. Even if you had one of them inside of you less than 24 hours ago.

You don't dwell too much on it because soon there's a message from Simon on the screen.

Simon: Always am. Don’t miss us too much.

Shaking your head, you set down your phone, locking the screen, and turning back to your peri-peri chicken and chips, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

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ommmmg can u write something with nicolas being a new dad x reader wife 🙏🙏🙏 maybe them visiting his family during a short trip and him being sooooooo daddyyyy 😭😭 after seeing him in those GH pic with this baby …. 🥵😮‍💨 i just need a dad imagines with him since there isn’t any

❝Juno❞

─⋆♡ summary: You’re married to Nicholas Chavez and you bring your newborn baby to meet his grandparents.

─⋆♡ warnings: pregnancy, postpartum depression, fluff, allusions to sex but no smut, Daddy!Nicholas Chavez, Y/N used a few times, 1st person POV. as always i’m always learning so correct me if i missed something!!

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask & shoutout to that person because this was super sweet to write. there’s no public info on his parents and i felt weird looking for it so here’s some Chavez grandparents content. since this may be your introduction to me, i do write in first person, just inserting Y/N. 2nd and 3rd person are absolutely insufferable to me and make me wanna die. with that being said, i’m glad there’s no shortage of those fics on this website. my masterlist is the pinned post on my profile and i hope you all enjoy this imagine! ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

The journey to Nicholas’ grandparents’ house is filled with quiet anticipation. We haven’t visited in a while, not since Colette was born. I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of introducing Colette to her great-grandparents, Nick SR and Betty. Nicholas always speaks of them with such affection, often recounting tales from his childhood spent at their cozy home. They were instrumental in raising him, and their influence is deeply ingrained in who he’s become. Now, I’m eager to see how they’ll respond to our little family, especially to me as a new mother.

The sun is high in the sky as we pull into the gravel driveway, which crunches under the tires. The house is a charming, white colonial-style home with flower boxes beneath the windows, bursting with vibrant blooms. It looks like something out of a postcard—quaint and welcoming. Nicholas squeezes my hand as he turns off the car.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

I smile, though my heart races. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond unwilling to let his hand go for the last time.

I eventually gain enough strength to go a second without touching him. We both step out of the car, and I unbuckle Colette from her car seat, carefully lifting her into my arms. She’s dressed in a soft, pastel onesie with tiny flowers embroidered on the front. Her big espresso colored eyes, so much like Nicholas’, blink up at me as she squirms a little in my hold. I kiss her soft forehead, breathing in that sweet baby scent that always seems to calm my nerves.

Before we even reach the front door, it flies open, and Betty appears on the porch. Her face lights up in a radiant smile as she hurries down the steps toward us. She’s a small woman, but she moves with surprising speed and agility, her silver hair tied back in a loose bun.

“There she is! Oh, it’s about time!” Betty exclaims, ignoring Nicholas entirely as she comes straight for me and Colette. Her arms are wide open, and she pulls me into a hug, careful not to crush the baby between us. “You, my darling, look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. And this precious girl…” Her voice trails off as she gazes at Colette with shining eyes. “Oh, she’s just perfect.”

I laugh softly, returning her hug. “I’ve missed you, Mrs. Betty and thank you.”

Betty steps back, her hands still on my arms, her attention fully on Colette. “No, thank you! You brought another little angel into our family,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve made me the happiest great-grandmother.”

Nicholas, standing off to the side, grins as he watches the scene unfold. “Hey, Grandma,” he chimes in, clearly amused. “Good to see you too.”

Betty waves a hand in his direction without even glancing his way. “Yes, yes, Nicholas. We’ll get to you in a minute.” Her eyes shimmer as she reaches out to gently stroke Colette’s chubby cheek. “She’s absolutely precious,” she coos. “She looks just like Nicholas did when he was a baby.”

Just then, Nicholas’ grandfather steps out onto the porch, his tall frame casting a shadow as he approaches us. His blue eyes light up when he sees me holding Colette. “Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl,” he says with a warm grin, pulling me into a quick hug before peering down at Colette. “And look at this—another beauty in the family. You’ve done well,” he adds, giving Nicholas a nod of approval before clapping him on the shoulder.

“Well she is 50% of me so…” Nicholas’s twinge of jealousy for his favorite girls peeks out.

“Oh, hush, Nicholas,” Betty replies, waving a hand at him dismissively before turning to me again. “Come on, dear, let’s get you inside. You must be exhausted after the drive. And you must let me hold this precious girl as soon as you’re settled.”

Inside the house, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and flowers. The living room is cozy and welcoming, filled with family photos and knick-knacks that speak of years of love and memories. There are pictures of Nick as a little boy, his brother, and even one of us on our wedding day.

Betty leads us to the couch, offering to take Colette for a little while so I can rest. “She’s such a calm baby,” Betty remarks as she cradles Colette in her arms. “I remember Nicholas being a little firecracker at this age—always kicking and fussing. But you, my dear, are an angel, aren’t you?” she coos, her voice full of love as Colette blinks up at her.

Nick Sr. settles into an armchair nearby, watching with a contented smile. “Betty’s right,” he says, his voice warm. “Nick was a handful. Always running around and getting into trouble. I don’t know how we managed to keep up with him.”

Nicholas chuckles, settling beside me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, I’ve heard those stories a few times.”

“I bet you have,” Betty says, her eyes twinkling. “But look at you now—such a wonderful father and husband. We’re so proud of you.”

My heart swells at their words, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. It’s clear how much they love Nicholas and how deeply they cherish their family. Their affection extends to me as well, making me feel welcomed in a way that eases the nervousness I had felt earlier.

Betty carefully passes Colette back to me, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes linger on us—on the way I hold my daughter, the way Colette nuzzles into me. After a moment, she glances at Nick Sr., sharing a look that seems to speak volumes.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Betty says suddenly, rising from her seat with a bright smile. “We have something to show you.”

She disappears into another room, returning moments later with a large, leather-bound photo album. She hands it to Nicholas with a wide grin. “These are pictures of you when you were about Colette’s age. I thought it’d be fun to compare.”

Nicholas takes the album and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes lighting up as he sees the photos. “Oh wow,” he says, pointing to a picture of himself as a baby, bundled in a blanket. “Look at that, she really does look like me.”

I lean over to see the photo, and sure enough, the resemblance is striking. Colette has inherited her father’s dark hair and expressive eyes, and there’s something about the way she smiles that’s undeniably Nicholas Chavez.

Betty beams. “She’s got that same spark in her eyes that you had. And those cheeks! I could pinch them all day.”

I can’t help but smile as Nicholas flips through more photos—Nicholas as a toddler, covered in mud from head to toe; Nicholas on his first day of school, looking serious and determined; Nicholas holding a toy sword, pretending to be a knight. It’s clear that his grandparents were there for all of it, capturing every moment with care.

“Look at this one,” Nicholas says, laughing as he holds up a picture of himself as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with spaghetti sauce smeared all over his face.

Betty chuckles. “You loved spaghetti. Still do, if I remember correctly.”

As we continue to flip through the album, Betty excuses herself and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants to talk about, but her kind smile reassures me.

Once we’re alone, she turns to me, her expression soft and full of understanding. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a wonderful job, Y/N,” she says, her voice gentle. “Being a new mom is hard, and it can feel overwhelming sometimes. But from what I’ve seen, you’re handling it beautifully.”

I feel a lump form in my throat at her words, the unexpected kindness bringing a surge of emotion. “Thank you,” I say quietly. “It’s been… challenging at times. I have moments where I wonder if I’m doing it right.”

Betty reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. “Those moments of doubt are normal. Every mother feels them. But you have such a natural way with Colette. She feels safe and loved with you—that’s the most important thing.”

I nod, blinking back tears. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like I should be able to do more. I get so tired, and Nick’s been amazing, but…” I trail off, stopping myself from revealing my biggest insecurities.

Betty’s eyes soften even more. “It’s okay to ask for help, dear. You don’t have to do it all on your own. If you ever need anything—advice, a break, someone to talk to—you can always come to me. I’m here for you, and so is Nicholas. We’re all family now,” she offers.

Her words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of relief. “Thank you,” I whisper, grateful beyond words.

Betty smiles and gives my hand another gentle squeeze. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just remember to take care of yourself too, okay?”

I nod, my heart swelling with appreciation for this woman who has welcomed me into her family with open arms. As we walk back into the living room, I feel lighter, the weight of my doubts lifting just a little.

Nicholas looks up as we enter, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Everything okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Everything’s perfect.”

As the afternoon fades into evening, Betty leans forward with a warm smile, her hands clasped in her lap. “It’s been so wonderful having you all here today,” she says, her eyes soft as she looks between Nicholas, me, and Colette. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s been far too long since we’ve had a full house, and we’d love the chance to spend more time with you.”

Nicholas turns to me, his voice gentle as he asks, “What do you think? We don’t have anywhere to rush off to, and it would give me a break from driving back tonight.”

I hesitate for a moment, weighing the offer. I think about Colette’s bedtime routine, the packed bags in the car, and my own exhaustion. But as I glance around at the warmth of the house, Nick’s grandparents’ eager faces, and the calmness that seems to settle over everything, I feel myself relax. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a change of scenery, and the idea of spending more time here—surrounded by family—sounds like exactly what I need.

“That sounds wonderful,” I say, smiling at Betty. “Thank you. We’d love to stay.”

Betty’s face lights up, and Nick Sr. nods with a wide grin. “Perfect,” he says. “We’ve got the guest room ready, and I can set up the bassinet in the guest room next to it. It’ll be like old times, having a little one in the house again.”

Betty stands, already making her way toward the kitchen. “I’ll put some tea on for later. You two make yourselves at home.”

Nicholas squeezes my hand, a smile spreading across his face. “See? It’s going to be a nice, quiet night—just us, Colette, and the best grandparents ever.”

The evening unfolds comfortably from there. Betty and Nick Sr. share stories about Nick’s childhood over cups of tea, their voices light with laughter and nostalgia. As the night deepens, we finally make our way to the guest room. It’s cozy and inviting, with a soft bedspread, and warm lighting.

Colette falls asleep easily after nursing, making for an easy bedtime routine. Nicholas and I kiss her on the forehead goodnight once we’ve got her situated in the bassinet. We separate briefly to prep for bed and when I’m finished, I crack open the door to the en-suite bathroom.

Nicholas looks up from a script, setting it to the side of the bedside table. My feet patter over to him and he pulls back the duvet for me to climb in. “I’m so tired,” I note as I slide between the sheets.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “I know, baby. Maybe my grandparents will watch her in the morning so we can sleep in,” he theorizes lowly, but I can still feel the bass of his voice rumbling from his chest into my back.

I sigh, letting my eyes flutter closed. It’s been an emotional day, and I’m ready for sleep. “It’s okay if they can’t. I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he breathes out with his lips kissing my ear one last time.

My body lets me drift into sleep, hearing nothing but Nicholas’ breathing and the faint sound of crickets outside. But that peace is eventually interrupted by the familiar sound of Colette’s soft cry filling the quiet room.

I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. The dimly lit room feels unfamiliar, and for a brief, groggy moment, I can’t remember how we ended up here. But then the memories come rushing back—the visit to Nick’s grandparents, Betty’s kind words, the warmth of the evening.

With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed, my body aching with fatigue. I haven’t gotten nearly enough sleep, and Colette’s cries, though soft, feel like they’re pulling me out of the little bit of rest I’ve managed. The sheets feel cold, and for the first time tonight, I realize Nick’s arms aren’t wrapped around me as they usually are.

The bed dips beneath me, and I hear the soft thud of feet padding across the floor. “Shit,” Nicholas mutters under his breath as he comes into view. I lift my head, watching him groggily fumble with the baby monitor to turn down the volume.

His chocolate tinted eyes meet mine in the dimly lit room, his face softened with a sleepy smile. “I got it, baby. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

I don’t resist as my head falls back onto the pillow. Nicholas tucks the duvet around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring, and leans down to kiss my forehead before slipping out of the room.

As my eyes flutter shut once again, I can’t help but feel immense gratitude for him—for understanding, for seeing me. Nicholas has always been an amazing partner, but since Colette was born, something has deepened. Maybe it's the way he’s embraced fatherhood, those tender daddy traits emerging in him day by day.

I don’t know how long I drift in and out of sleep before the bed dips once more. This time, I turn over to face Nicholas, only to find him kneeling on top of the duvet, cradling Colette in his arms. He gently rocks her, and his brown eyes, full of apology, meet mine. “I'm sorry, babe,” he says softly. “She’s hungry, and I checked the fridge and my Grandma must’ve given her the rest. We’re out of pumped milk,” he gives his valid reason for disturbing me.

With a tired sigh, I push myself up, scooting back against the headboard. “It’s okay,” I reply, motioning for Nicholas to hand Colette to me. “It’s not your fault I don’t pump fast enough for her.”

Nicholas shifts closer, still kneeling, his eyes warm with reassurance. “It’s not your fault either, baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You’re doing everything right. She’s just got my appetite, that’s all.”

Nick’s words bring a smile to my face as I take our little girl in my arms, feeling the love and support that radiates from him. Colette’s small body relaxes the moment she’s nestled in my arms, and I adjust my position to help her latch on. Instinctively, her tiny mouth finds its way, and I feel that familiar pull as she begins to nurse. The room is quiet now, save for the soft sounds of her feeding and the gentle rustle of the duvet as Nicholas shifts beside me, sitting back in his spot where he just laid.

The weight of exhaustion still presses heavily on my body, but there's something calming about this moment—something intimate and grounding. Colette’s little hand rests against my skin, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she nurses. Despite the tiredness, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.

Nicholas watches us, his expression soft and filled with admiration. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the dark.

I smile faintly, my heart swelling at his words, but before I can respond, he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don’t tell you enough how much I love you... both of you." His gaze flickers to Colette, his eyes warm and full of adoration. "Watching you with her... seeing how strong you are, how much you give every day. You’ve made me the luckiest man in the world, Y/N."

His words sink into me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. The weight of my earlier guilt begins to lift, replaced by the quiet assurance that I’m not alone in this. We’re a team, navigating the highs and lows together.

"I love you too," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at Colette, her soft breaths steady against me. "And I’m so grateful for you. I couldn’t do this without you."

Nicholas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if sealing the promise of his words. "You’re the best mom, you know that? And she’s lucky to have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin.

I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his presence and feeling the steady rhythm of Colette’s nursing. In this moment, the exhaustion, the doubts, and the guilt of my postpartum depression fade into the background, leaving only the love we share—the love that brought Colette into our lives.

Nicholas settles back into bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my leg, a silent reminder that we’re in this together. And as Colette’s soft suckling continues, I let myself fully relax.

Once Colette finishes nursing, her tiny body grows limp in my arms, signaling she’s drifted back to sleep. I carefully adjust her, cradling her small frame against my chest. Nicholas is still sitting beside me, his hand never leaving my leg, his eyes filled with the kind of tenderness that makes my heart swell.

“Do you want me to take her?” Nicholas asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I nod, and with practiced gentleness, he scoops her up and places her between us on the bed. Colette barely stirs, her little hands curling up by her face as she nestles into the space between us. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful and content, brings a soft smile to my lips. My body involuntarily slides down and I stoke her cheek with the back of my finger.

Nick lays down with his head propped up in one arm, the other sliding around me. But as I gaze at Colette sleeping peacefully between us, a small wave of anxiety creeps in. What if we roll over onto her during the night? My breath hitches slightly, and I turn my head toward him.

Nicholas immediately senses my concern and shifts closer, his hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "Hey, don't worry," he says softly, his voice reassuring. "I’ve got her. We’ve got her. I won’t let anything happen." His thumb brushes against my skin as he speaks, his gaze steady and full of calm. "I’ve read up on this, remember? She’s safe with us. We’re light sleepers, and we’re both hyper-aware she’s here. I’ll make sure we’re careful."

I nod, though the worry still lingers. Nicholas leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You won’t roll over on her. I won’t either. Trust me, baby. And if you’re still worried, I can take her back to the bassinet,” he assures me.

I glance down at Colette, her tiny chest rising and falling, completely at ease between us. There’s something comforting about her being so close, something I don’t want to give up. "No," I say softly, shaking my head. "I want her here with us. I just... I get nervous sometimes,” I admit to him, the concerns laced with my postpartum depression symptoms.

"I know," he murmurs. "But you’re not alone in this. We’re doing it together, okay? She’s safe. We’ll keep her safe,” he promises.

His warmth and the calm assurance in his voice help to ease the anxiety a little, and I let out a slow breath. I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.

Nicholas kisses the top of my head, his hand stroking Colette’s tiny arm before returning it to my waist. “I used to dream about this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “You, me, and a baby… just lying here like this, all together.” His eyes shine in the dim light, filled with a quiet wonder. “I’d imagine what it would feel like, how perfect it would be. But this... this is even better than I imagined.”

His words sink deep into my chest, filling me with warmth. I glance down at Colette, her chest rising and falling steadily between us, and I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. “I’m glad too. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” I whisper back.

Nick’s thumb rubs gentle circles over the exposed skin on my side, and for a while, we lie there in comfortable silence, both of us watching Colette sleep. I feel the weight of his arm around me, the warmth of his body, and I can’t help but think about our future—about the life we’re building together.

After a while, I glance up at Nick, my voice soft but curious. “Do you ever think about… having another one? Another baby, I mean.”

His reaction is immediate. His brown eyes light up, the glint of excitement undeniable. He grins, that boyish, playful smile I fell in love with, and there’s no hesitation in his voice. “Oh, absolutely. I thought one of you was cute, but two though? Didn’t think I could handle it. But now that I’ve experienced it, I want three of you as soon as possible,” he rambles.

I laugh softly, both amused and surprised by his enthusiasm. “Three of us, huh?” I ask to clarify he’s not drunk on love.

“Yeah, babe,” he says, his hand moving to stroke Colette’s tiny hand before trailing over my arm. “We could start trying as soon as possible. I mean, why wait? We make great babies together,” he jokes and I stifle a laugh to not wake up our sleeping child.

His grin turns mischievous as he leans in closer, his voice dropping a little lower. “We could even try out some freaky positions this time… you know, spice things up.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at him, though my heart flutters at his words. “That’s all you, God bless your dad’s genetics,” I tease, eyeing him with a smirk.

Nicholas chuckles, clearly enjoying my response, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes too—a real desire to keep building this life together. “I’m serious though,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “I want more of this. More of us. I want a whole bunch of mini versions of you running around, driving me crazy in the best way.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I feel a flush of warmth spread through me. I lean closer, letting my fingers trace over his arm. “You’re really ready for another one, huh?”

Nick’s gaze locks with mine, intense but full of love. “Yeah, Y/N. I don’t just want another one. I want a whole football team of kids with you. As soon as you’re ready,” he says firmly.

I bite my lip, considering his words, feeling the quiet excitement bubbling up inside me. “I might just let you lock me down tonight,” I tease, my voice soft but playful.

His eyes darken slightly, that same spark of mischief flickering in them. “Oh, baby, don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my lips.

I pull back slightly, laughing against his mouth. “Let’s not rush it,” I whisper, even though my hormones are raging at the thought. “But... I do love the idea of growing our little family,” I add to soften the blow of sex denial.

Nicholas grins again, his arm pulling me closer as Colette sleeps peacefully between us. “Then let’s make it happen,” he says softly. “One more baby… and then another after that, we can talk again. I just know I want it all with you. Every first word and every first day of school, my love.”

I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the future he envisions wash over me. “One step at a time,” I murmur, though the idea is already taking root in my mind, the thought of more little ones filling our home with love.

As we lay there, cuddling around Colette, the future feels wide open—and incredibly full of promise. The room is quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding us, and as we lay there, I feel the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest beneath my palms.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I smile softly, my body already succumbing to sleep as I whisper back,

“Goodnight, Nicholas. I love you,” I murmur, never getting tired of reminding him.

“I love you too,” he replies, his voice full of warmth and certainty. “Both of my girls.”

With that, the last thing I feel is the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of Colette’s breathing between us, and the overwhelming sense of love that wraps around the three of us, pulling us into the soft cocoon of sleep.

The next time I stir awake, it’s to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. Nicholas’ familiar presence is next to me, his body relaxed as he leans back against the headboard. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight rustle of pages as he quietly reads. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the comfort of having him close.

But something is wrong.

I don’t feel Colette.

The tiny body that was nestled between us is gone, and in an instant, a wave of cold panic floods my chest. My breath catches, and my heart starts to pound, my worst fear bubbling to the surface. Oh God, did I roll over her? Did we…?

My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, frantically scanning the bed. My hands reach out, patting the mattress in blind desperation as my breath quickens. Where is she? My mind spirals into worst-case scenarios, and my pulse races faster with each second I can’t find her.

Nicholas looks up from his script, his brow furrowing as he notices my panic. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the concern lacing his words.

“Colette,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as the fear clutches at me. “She’s not here, Nick. I—where is she?”

Nicholas immediately places his script aside and sits up, reaching for me. His hands find my shoulders, grounding me. “Babe, she’s fine,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I can see the alarm in his eyes as he realizes why I’m panicking. “Grandma has her. She came in earlier to take her so you could rest. She’s with her now, probably showing her off to her knitting group. Everything’s okay.”

I stare at Nicholas, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, but the words slowly sink in. Colette isn’t in danger. She’s not here because Betty took her.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as the fear begins to ebb away. “I thought… I woke up and she wasn’t there. I thought we—” My voice falters, not even wanting to finish the thought.

Nicholas pulls me into his arms, holding me close. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve woken you to tell you, but you looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologizes profusely.

I nod against Nick’s chest, the tension finally loosening from my body as I cling to him. “I just… that’s what I’ve been afraid of, rolling over her in our sleep,” I admit.

“I know,” Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But I would never let that happen. I swear that to you,” he adds.

I take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his embrace steady me. My pulse slows down, and the overwhelming panic that had gripped me starts to dissipate, leaving me feeling drained. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N,” Nicholas says, his hand gently stroking my back. “You’re a mom. It’s normal to worry, but I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his eyes that are full of understanding. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.

Nicholas smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Get some more rest, okay? Grandma’s got Colette covered.”

I nod, feeling the last remnants of panic finally fade. I glance at his script beside him and give a tired smile. “You’re memorizing lines this early?” I pry.

He chuckles. “Just passing the time until you woke up. But you come first,” he vows.

I sink back into the pillows, the warmth of Nicholas beside me a comforting presence now that the fear has passed. As I close my eyes, the world feels right again. Colette is safe, Nicholas is here, and I let myself relax fully for the first time since waking up. The panic has faded into the background, leaving only the steady hum of reassurance from my husband beside me.

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covington-shenanigans · 1 year ago

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so I'm on this app, Marco Polo, where you stay in touch with people by means of sending video messages. (there are probably other features, but I'm a free user, so I remain blissfully ignorant of them.) mostly I use it to annoy my sister. ("BITCH WHAT IF I GOT A PHALLOPLASTY AND HAD A BABY SHOWER FOR MY DICK. WE COULD HAVE ZUCCHINI FRITTERS. DICK-SHAPED PASTA. BANANAS FOSTER. DO U SEE MY VISION")

anyway, during the Hell Year of 2020, I saw my childhood best friend (let's call her Lee) was on this app. and like.

when I say "my childhood best friend", I mean the Weird Girl next door, who saw the Weird Girl that I was. I mean the girl I played with from age five until just shy of eleven, when my family moved away. I mean the girl I played with every day, for hours and hours, making up all kinds of elaborate scenarios involving our menagerie of stuffed animals. there were multiple overlapping, soap opera-style plotlines that lasted for years. there was drama. heartbreak. glory. she was the first friend I remember having. she was the first girl I ever loved, in my five-year-old way.

well, I hadn't seen Lee in at least 20 years and I was like, "holy shit! Lee!!!" so I sent her a "hey, nice to see you here, how you been" message.

again, this was late 2020.

now, I had been on T for a scant three months when I sent the first message, so I was a mere baby child, relative to the gruff manly man I am now. no beard, my voice had only started to wobble, still had tits... you get it. keep this in mind, it'll be important later.

I never heard back from her, but we're both Old, so I was like "eh, she probably forgot she installed the app" and forgot about it. we'd exchanged text messages at some point during the Hell Year, but like many people my age she doesn't really text, and I'm not calling anyone if I don't have to, so our communication had been sporadic, at best.

well. today I got a notification that she sent me a reply on Marco Polo.

I figured, well, she's replying to me 3.5 years late, but better late than never. I have ADHD and no friendship degradation mechanic, so I'm excited! yay! friend! :D

and then I remember. "...oh shit. she doesn't know I'm trans."

so. the thing is. I'm from Mississippi, which is. very very fucking conservative. I know Lee grew up Southern Baptist. I also know she's still living in the same town where we grew up and where she eventually graduated from high school and college. last I checked she was still attending the same Southern Baptist church where she grew up and her remaining living parent is still living in Lee's childhood home.

so this is either going to be Fine or it's going to be a disaster. lol.

in thinking it through, I figure either she's seen my updated profile pic, where I have the beard etc., or she hasn't. so either she's going to acknowledge this change or she isn't. okay. these are the possibilities. so I watch the message.

...the secret third option is... she seems to not realize when I sent the message? "sorry, I missed this when I was at work!" girl. what? I mean, you probably did miss it while you were at work... three and a half years ago. possibly she meant to reply to someone else and got me instead?

whatever. who knows. doesn't matter.

because I have the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing in the world now

#covington-shenanigans gets personal #story time #marco polo #trans stuff #childhood friends #trans man #transmasc #trans men

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callmelola111 · 2 years ago

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loser!ellie ♡ dating app headcanons

synopsis: totally sfw hc’s of loser!ellie (modern au) on dating apps, including a cute little 1st date scenario. basically just pure fluff !!!

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 1.4k

a/n: never written headcanons before, crazy ass shit. idk if i did it exactly right but i think it will be an entertaining read no matter what. i’ve recently caved and downloaded hinge which is what inspired this---but there’s only like 40 gay bitches on there and that’s it (also like no mascs?? i’m attracted to any kind of non-man but still,,, the shortage is real y’all). ALSO let me know if this is something you’d like a nsfw/smut part 2 of. much loveeee ♡~ lola

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took weeks of convincing from dina and jesse to finally download hinge after she wouldn’t shut up about how she’s “never beating the loser lesbian allegations”. truly she could have any girl she wants but just doesn’t know how to speak to them in real life. they were so fed up with her bullshit.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who only has like 3 pictures of her actual face so the rest of the photos on her hinge profile are just art pics and gay memes

| ❀ | loser!ellie who had to beg dina for help writing all the little prompts just to reject all her ideas because she’d “never say something like that!”

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who started getting so cocky as soon as those likes began to roll in. saying some shit like “ooo i have rizz” in the cringiest way possible. jesse just says it’s cause there’s a masc lesbian shortage and of course she flips him off in response.

| ❀ | loser!ellie whose cockiness immediately leaves her body when she realizes she has to go through the likes and accept/reject every girl. eventually she just gave up and stopped looking because it felt “too mean” and like “too much work”.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who SUCKS at responding to messages and likes after she lost all interest about 2 days into having the app. that is until she stumbled upon your profile…

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| ❀ | loser!ellie whose glued to her notifications after she matched with you on hinge. at this point you’re her fixation, and every other message besides yours are going unanswered. as soon as she works up the courage to ask for your number, and you oblige, she immediately deletes the app.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who stares at her screen for like 5 minutes straight at the first text message she plans to send you, even though it was literally just “hey, is this y/n?”. she even googled the difference in connotations between hi, hey, and hello. it’s safe to say the girl is straight up mental about you.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who gets more and more unhinged as y’all get better acquainted with each other through texts. eventually she's spamming you with updates about her day, instagram memes that she thinks are funny, and an occasional flirty message—but of course, she’s waiting for that first date to really test the romantic waters. like yes she’s obsessed with you, but to the extent where she’s so scared to screw things up so every little move she makes is with caution and regard to your feelings and boundaries. it’s honestly super sweet.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who eventually asked you on a first date after you sent like 3 different flirty memes to get the point across that you like her a lot and wanna be taken out for real. you definitely were sending her some shit like this…

| ❀ | loser!ellie who planned out a whole agenda for y’alls first date so it would be absolutely perfect. she refused to tell you where she was taking you or what you guys would be doing because she thought it would be better as a surprise. and although you were kinda stressing about what to wear and what to expect, the element of mystery was kind of endearing.

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| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who pulls up to your house in her little beat up sedan that she had cleaned for like the first time ever just before she came and picked you up. there was still clearly some reminisce of her mess as seen on the stained seats and crumbs on the floor, but you didn’t mind—yours was just as bad (probably worse).

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took you out for sushi as the first stop on your date, to which she graciously paid for even with you fighting to put your card down on the table first. she looked so adorable with her little california roll, and even cuter when she accidentally got too much wasabi in a bite and was fiending for water while simultaneously trying to play it cool in front of you. you just laughed which immediately made her feel better about the whole thing.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who then took you to your town’s expansive park to walk the dirt trails and just talk. neither of you had ever gotten along with someone so well, the conversation was absolutely effortless. you talked about all your interests, funny life stories, your fears, and so much more. ellie listened attentively with nods and affirmations throughout which made you feel so cared for, something most girls on dating apps could never do. you extended the courtesy back and ellie told you all about her own stuff, including her obsession with space, to which she pulled out her favorite book on the topic to show you. space had never really piqued your interest before, but when it was coming out of the freckled girl's mouth, it seemed like the coolest thing in the world.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who sat next to you on one of the park’s wooden benches. time had flown by and neither of you had realized until your head was resting on her shoulder as the sun set in front of you. the orange cast hit her auburn hair just right and it looked like she was practically glowing. you couldn’t help but stare at her beauty which she noticed and with a concerned look questioned if she had anything on her face. you informed ellie of the trance she had put you in and she blushed the color of your pink nails just before leaning in to give you the most tender, loving kiss you’d ever received.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who couldn’t stop kissing you once she started. your lips remained locked with hers for a solid 5 minutes, lips puffy and saliva exchanging, until the sound of a dog barking a few feet away broke the exchange. the energy had shifted in the best way possible and the both of you quickly opened up about how much you liked one another. one thing lead to another and suddenly ellie has out her pocket knife and is carving an E + R (reader) into the wood of the park bench. how lesbian of you guys ♡

| ❀ | loser!ellie who didn’t want the date to end and you were right there with her, so you somehow found yourselves in an empty parking lot at 9:00pm, drinking slurpees while she tried to teach you how to skate. it started off as a real attempt with her teaching you the basics like where to put your feet and the importance of bending your knees. after about 4 different falls onto the dirty asphalt you gave up on your genuine pursuits. discouraged, you sat right down on the board, knees up, before ellie gave you a push and you rolled across the lot. she was laughing her ass off and you were too until you hit a bump and tumbled off.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who bolted into the CVS the parking lot belonged to and bought a bunch of unnecessary first aid items for the small cut on your knee. she came back out of the sliding doors and you died of laughter as she pulled out a box of peppa pig bandaids for your skating “injury”. ellie insisted you needed to be taken care of though, so you let her do her thing and she finished it off with a small peck to the cap of your knee and one on your forehead.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who spent the trip back to your place with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, driving you absolutely wild. you almost had to remind yourself that this was just the first date.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who had been parked in your driveway for 10 minutes already but continued to stall your departure with more of her shenanigans. soon she ran out of things to say though and leaned over to kiss you goodbye. this goodbye turned into more and you ended up in her lap before the night was over. it wasn’t until your back hit the steering wheel making the car honk that you finally exited the vehicle.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who waited for you to completely make it inside before she drove home, giving you a final little wave as you opened the front door. after she was back at her place she instantly texted you about date 2 and thanked you for the best night of her life. in her eyes, you were a keeper!

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nagia-windermyre · 25 days ago

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Rokudo Mukuro Character Analysis

It hasn’t been that long, but here I am, return with another character analysis. After Chrome got the honor of being the first character I analyze, it’s only obvious that now I present you with an analysis of my second most favorite KHR character: Rokudo Mukuro!

Now, compared to Chrome, Mukuro has a lot more aspects to be analyzed due to the complexity of his character. That’s why this analysis would be even longer than the previous one. I did my best to shorten it though.

I recommend read the ALT on the pic because I also added some details there.

Here we go.

Hatred for the Mafia and the world

As all KHR fans already know, being the first main antagonist in the series, Mukuro is by no means a good human being. He is cruel and apathetic to others’ sufferings, having no qualms in killing people, especially mafia. His profile in Rebo to Dlive artbook even stated that he likes the act of killing, bullying, and treachery.

And it didn’t stop at that, he aimed to one day destroy the mafia, cause a world war and rule over the world because he hated the current world he’s living in. Any normal person would think that he’s a complete lunatic or madman.

However, there is more to Mukuro than just a person aiming to rule over the world. For starters, why did Mukuro have that kind of goal in mind? For what purpose? Why did Mukuro hate the mafia and the world so much?

Everything was rooted in his dark past.

Based on Ken’s story, he, Chikusa, and Mukuro all originated from the Estraneo Family. As children, they were made into guinea pigs, having to suffer painful experiments every single day, living a life no different from living hell. Even if they were to escape, since the Estraneo Family were persecuted by other mafia families, they’d be killed by other mafia the moment they stepped outside. With that kind of experience, it’s natural for Mukuro, Ken, and Chikusa to greatly despise the mafia.

However, was that really enough for Mukuro to hate the entire world for it? To make him believe that the world was worthless that even Mukuro himself also said how he detested the Path of Human skill he had because it represented the very worthless world that he hated? No. There was more than just the suffering at the hands of the mafia that would warped his view of the world.

Mukuro claimed that he had past lives, and from those past lives that he gained his Six Paths of Reincarnation. Considering the name of his skill, it’s safe to assume that he had six past lives before the current one and he remembered every one of them. I believed this was the case because of the way Mukuro was behaving during the flashback sequence.

No matter how hard his life under the Estraneo Family was, his behavior was too mature for a mere ten years old child. Not to mention, he said “as I thought, this world is not worth it”. Combining this with the statement he made about having past lives, I concluded that Mukuro’s behavior stems from remembering the experience of all his previous lives.

In Drama CD Mukuro ~Beyond the Darkness~, Mukuro narrated how in each of his past lives, there was always blood, violence, and darkness. This seemingly affirmed that Mukuro didn’t hate the world just from his experience with the Estraneo Family, but it was based on the accumulated experiences he had in his previous lives. He had seen too many times the ugliness of mankind kept repeating no matter how many times he had lived, and he eventually grew sick of it. He had lost hope in the world, cursing it even, and so he decided to destroy it with his own hands.

I know there are some people that may doubt the canonicity of Drama CD, but having listened to them all, the majority of them were based on what had been established and released in the official books, so I’m convinced that the Drama CD truly expressed what Mukuro felt.

Bond with Kokuyo Gang

During the Kokuyo Arc, Mukuro spoke through his actions how he considered people as toys or tools, which he demonstrated by possessing not only Tsuna’s friends, but also Ken and Chikusa, even though they were already worse to wear after being beaten up by Hibari. Mukuro’s reply when Tsuna chastised him for this?

When he possessed someone’s body, Mukuro considered that body belonged to him and it’s up to him to do whatever he wanted with it, he couldn’t feel pain when possessing them anyway. Tsuna and his friends were one thing, but Ken and Chikusa were his subordinates and yet he treated their bodies so carelessly. This further seems to support how he couldn’t care less about other people’s well-being, be it allies or enemies alike. Because to him they were just pawns.

Well, that, my dear readers, was totally thrown out of the window once we learned during his match against Mammon. It turned out, when they attempted to escape from Vendice the first time, Mukuro willingly used himself as bait and let himself be captured so that Ken and Chikusa could escape. Part of the reason he became Tsuna’s Mist Guardian was also to ensure Ken and Chikusa’s safety. This is a big proof that Mukuro might have treated Lancia and the others as someone disposable, but not Ken and Chikusa.

Unlike his other subordinates, Ken and Chikusa have been with him since childhood as they were from the same Mafia Family. He knew all too well the pain Ken and Chikusa went through since he also suffered the same pain, and that’s why he sympathized with them. After Mukuro killed the adults who experimented on them, he could’ve just ignored Ken and Chikusa, he could’ve just left them to their own devices. But he didn’t. Ever since they were children, Mukuro never abandoned them.

And as the story progresses, also from the extras that I read in some volumes and official books, his relationship with his subordinates is also unlike master and subordinates in general. Take Varia for instance, the relationship between the members of Varia is not exactly a good one, and the difference in status between Xanxus and his Guardians is evident. That isn’t the case with the Kokuyo Gang. Mukuro has shown to be far more nicer with his subordinates than Xanxus ever did.

For example, Ken had been mentioned to have occasionally pulled pranks on Mukuro, and Mukuro only gave him light punishments or even let him off the hook. During the battle against Vendice, Mukuro once again demonstrated his protectiveness of his subordinates by telling them to retreat while he fought against the Vendice along with Fran (albeit again with the excuse they'd just be in the way), and during the fight against Jack's team, Mukuro clearly expressed concern when Ken and Chikura were knocked out.

Even with Fran, who not just occasionally, but always mocking Mukuro on a daily basis, Mukuro is still lenient by only stabbing his apple/frog hat (that didn’t actually hurt him much) and never really did anything drastic in his punishment. Perhaps they can’t be called friends like Tsuna and his friends are, but it’s undeniable that Mukuro treasures his subordinates.

Another thing to pay attention to is Mukuro’s leniency towards Fran. His more lenient treatment towards his disciple seemed to be rooted from his experience with the Estraneo Family. In chapter 382, when Mukuro realized he had started relying too much on Fran’s power without him realizing, he mentioned that’d make him no different from “sneaky adults”. The “sneaky adults” part didn’t escape my attention, obviously. Considering what he did to Futa, I don’t think he has a soft spot for children, so Fran being a child is not the reason why he’s so lenient on him.

Mukuro had been treated horribly, even lower than animals, by the adults of the Estraneo Family. I think he viewed his growing dependency on Fran, who was still a small child the same age as when he was still with the Estraneo Family, the same as how the adults from back then treated him, Ken, and Chikusa. The thought of becoming the same as those adults disgusted him, so Mukuro immediately refrained himself from relying too much on his disciple and even told him not to push himself too much during the final fight against the Vendice.

This showed that the scar from what happened back then was still fresh in his mind. In Futa’s case, perhaps because Futa is part of Mafia despite being a child and also close to Tsuna, Mukuro was more cruel to him and didn’t give the same leniency that he did to Fran.

His lack of hesitation in striking down Demon's illusions of his subordinates during their battle was also not because he didn't care about them, he simply knew that those were merely illusions so there's no need to consider them as his allies. They were the people that he trusted most and so he understood more than anyone that they would never harm him the way the illusions did.

Mukuro's act of destroying the illusions so casually was not due to apathy or indifference, but it was due to his strong faith in his comrades. As Demon put it, Mukuro's bond with everyone of the Kokuyo is absolute that a mere illusion would never be able to deter it.

Because he was mentally scarred, Mukuro always put up a strong mental barrier against everyone, including the people he cared about. As a result, he was never the type to express so openly how much he cared and concerned for people he held dear, especially not in front of the people that he considered as enemies. Most probably because he didn’t want his enemies to use it against him. Showing that kind of emotions could be considered a weakness to be taken advantage of in the world he was living, and Mukuro was not someone who likes to expose what he considered to be his weakness.

Relationship with Tsuna

One of Mukuro’s relationships that stands out the most to me is his relationship with Tsuna. Both started out as hated enemies with Tsuna unable to forgive Mukuro for what he did to his friends and many innocent people to reach his goal, and Mukuro hated the entirety of the mafia, the Vongola being no exception. I say their relationship was quite complicated due to their bad history and opposite personalities.

Tsuna, being a kind-hearted person, was quick to sympathize with Mukuro’s situation once he learned of his dark past and his decision to become the Mist Guardian to ensure Ken and Chikusa’s safety. It’s not like Tsuna had forgotten about what Mukuro had done and just forgave him.

I think that this is not just Tsuna’s kindness playing a part in it, but after seeing how Mukuro sacrificed himself for Ken and Chikusa, Tsuna wanted to believe that there’s still a shred of humanity in Mukuro. He wanted to believe that Mukuro was more than just a heartless person that he made himself out to be, even if that little humanity was not applied to Tsuna himself and his friends.

That’s why, even though Reborn had warned him not to sympathize with him, Tsuna couldn’t help but continuously became concerned with Mukuro’s well-being. Even though Tsuna had a hard time understanding Mukuro, he still nevertheless accepted Mukuro for who he was.

Because of his unspoken faith in Mukuro's humanity towards his group, when Mukuro seemingly abandoned Chrome, Tsuna was furiously disappointed. Tsuna truly believed that for all his cruelty, Mukuro would never betray nor abandon his closest allies who were loyal to him.

And then Mukuro’s part. Mukuro had continuously declared that Tsuna was simply his target, a person whose body he wanted to possess so he could control it and cause war between mafia families. Whenever Tsuna showed him concern, Mukuro always brushed it off as him being naive and that’ll do both of them more harm than good.

After he was freed from Vendice Prison, he was quick to declare war on Tsuna when the opportunity came for him, claiming that defeating Tsuna and destroying Vongola was the very first thing he swore to do once he was freed.

As we all already knew, with Mukuro’s hatred for the mafia, it’s no wonder that he desired to destroy Vongola, and Tsuna and his friends along with it. However, the other Guardians aside, I’m actually doubting that Mukuro really hated Tsuna. Maybe that was the case at first, but now, I don’t think he did.

Tsuna had shown how kind, honest, and pacifistic he was, a total opposite to the very mafia that Mukuro hated so much. Even Mukuro himself admitted that Tsuna was far too soft to become a mafia let alone a mafia boss. But it was precisely because of this side of him that Mukuro found Tsuna to be trustworthy.

Deep down, Mukuro knew that Tsuna was different and would never become the very mafia that he hated. Tsuna would never abandon or betray anybody and that’s why Mukuro could entrust his allies’ safety to him. Whenever Mukuro entrusted his allies' safety, it was always addressed specifically to Tsuna alone rather than Vongola as a whole.

If it’s Tsuna, Mukuro believed that he would take good care of Chrome and the others in his place. In my eyes, this showed that he had grown to trust Tsuna as a person rather than a mafia, and didn’t actually resent him. Mukuro’s pride and Tsuna’s association with Vongola were the only things that stopped Mukuro from acknowledging this.

Interestingly, Mukuro’s desire to destroy Vongola was actually on the same page as Giotto and Tsuna himself to an extent, even though it was for a different reason. Tsuna had declared during the Vongola trial that he refused to inherit the previous Vongola’s sins and would rather destroy the Vongola if it meant carrying those sins and continuing their past mistakes. If Mukuro finds out about Tsuna’s declaration, I wonder how his reaction would be. XD

Mukuro might have no loyalty whatsoever to Tsuna as a Guardian, because his vengeance was still his utmost priority. However, there was undoubtedly an unspoken trust between them when the situation called for them to work together. Having fought against each other before, they knew each other's strength and power, and knew enough how to act accordingly to win together.

This is especially evident when they worked together to defeat Jack’s Team. Throughout the fight, they were hardly giving directions to each other, but they knew what they must do to support one another and coordinate their attacks. Tsuna was willing to make an opening for Mukuro to deliver the finishing blow, not just once but twice, and Mukuro followed the opportunity given by Tsuna without question, proving that neither of them had doubts with each other's capabilities.

Relationship with Chrome

Another relationship that Mukuro had that stands out the most is his relationship with Chrome. How I had always been looking forward to write the analysis about their relationship! OH YEAH!

I already mentioned this in my previous analysis about Chrome, I admit that I’m a huge fan of Mukuro x Chrome ship. However, I promise that I was being objective when I’m writing this part, so you won't read anything about me gushing over my love for 6996 ship. I'm not bringing that side of me into this character analysis, so rest assured for those who wishes to read an objective analysis.

Since Chrome’s first appearance, Mukuro had been shown to be exceptionally kind towards her. The way he talked to her and the way he treated her were far too different from his usual cruel sadistic self and certainly far cry from how he treat others, even Ken and Chikusa. He would often referred her as "My Chrome", "My cute Chrome", etc.

His affectionate behavior when he was with her would make you believe that Chrome was someone precious to Mukuro. Since it had been revealed that Mukuro actually cared for Ken and Chikusa, it seemed natural to believe that Chrome was also one of the very few people Mukuro cared about.

But then, fans were faced with the possibility that Mukuro was just using Chrome. In manga chapter 282 and anime episode 203, M.M warned Chrome that the only reason Mukuro was being nice to her was because he was using her to free himself from Vendice Prison.

Considering how, before this warning, Mukuro referred to Chrome as an ignorant little girl, there seemed to be a truth in M.M’s words. Not only that, the reason Chrome encountered Glo Xinia was because Mukuro was the one who provided false intel to the fake Funeral Wreath, he flat-out admitted that he had planned everything to defeat the four-eyed bastard by using Chrome.

While yes, Chrome was able to grow from this fight and Millefiore lost one of their manpower, it still didn't change the fact that he had endangered Chrome's life, especially when she was the younger version who was oblivious that she got sent to the future. Thinking about both Mukuro and Chrome’s personalities, Mukuro just using Chrome wasn’t a far-fetched possibility.

Mukuro was a cunning and manipulative young man, so it shouldn’t be difficult for him to take advantage of an innocent girl like Chrome, who was drowning in loneliness and longed for acceptance, making her vulnerable to any form of kindness given to her.

And to make it worse, as if to prove this, not long after Mukuro was freed, he kicked Chrome out of Kokuyo with only a single letter and told Tsuna that he hated the current Chrome. Even though I had my doubts back then, it still hurt to see what Mukuro did and said about her. Poor Chrome…(TT_TT)

However…in chapter 362, only two days after he said he hated the current Chrome, Mukuro approached her because he wanted to make sure of her condition. He clearly contradicted himself by approaching her, and he even sent his illusion when he was in the middle of a battle against both Uni and Colonnello’s teams, which no doubt still gave him trouble even if he had Fran’s help and Verde’s device.

It must’ve taken a lot of concentration to send his illusion to Chrome while fighting against his opponents at the same time, but he still took the risk just to check on her condition.

Then, in chapter 383, it was revealed that he left Chrome because it wasn’t that he left her and refused to support her illusionary organs because he didn't need her anymore, but rather Chrome was the one who rejected his illusions. She was torn between wanting to keep living with Mukuro’s illusions or to be accepted by him as an independent individual. Mukuro didn’t deny this, admitting that he had seen a potential as a warrior in Chrome and would’ve acknowledged her again if she decided to take a stand against him as part of Tsuna’s team.

If you only read on the surface alone, you’ll believe that Mukuro only regarded Chrome as another powerful pawn to be used, that’s why he left Chrome to make sure she’d become strong enough to fight for him again eventually. But if you think about it more meticulously, you’d see holes in his reasoning.

If Mukuro only saw her as a pawn, was it really necessary for him to go through such lengths to make her an independent soldier? If that happened, wouldn’t it be possible she instead would become his enemy for good? He didn’t even mind the prospect of Chrome going against him by joining Tsuna’s team, but rather encouraging it. It would’ve been easier to forcefully take control of her like he did with Lancia if she continued to reject his illusionary organs and made her an obedient puppet. But Mukuro never did so.

Before I’m going on about Mukuro and Chrome in the Curse of the Rainbow Arc, I’ll turn back to their beginning again.

Why did Mukuro choose Chrome as his vessel?

One could argue that Mukuro chose her because, as Mukuro said, he saw potential in Chrome and felt her body was special, especially since she was able to hear his voice when she was on the verge of dying. I beg to differ, there was something more than just seeing potential in Chrome.

In the first place, why did Mukuro even take interest in listening to her as she laid dying during one of his walks in his illusions? He listened to her thoughts and even responded to her even though he didn’t expect her to be able to hear him. Here, during this moment, Mukuro’s words always stuck in me, he said that he and Chrome might be alike.

Mukuro didn’t just choose her because he saw potential in her. He chose her because he found a kindred spirit in her.

In the volume 2 of the light novel, Ken could sympathize with Chrome’s pain because the way she was treated and tossed aside by her parents reminded him of himself when he was treated by the adults of Estraneo Family. This was one of the deciding factors why Mukuro chose Chrome. Like Ken, Mukuro could sympathize with her for the same reason.

I say “one of the deciding factors” because I believed that wasn’t the only reason. The cruelty he had experienced in his past lives and the experiments he had to endure under the Estraneo made Mukuro, at least at one point, wary of living. Rather than living the life of continuous suffering, dying would’ve been a mercy.

Putting it that way, Mukuro’s situation could be said to be similar to Chrome’s, yes? Both of them had enough with living a life of misery and saw death as the only thing that could put an end to it. This was what Mukuro meant that they might be alike. Mukuro saw himself in Chrome, and so he wanted to give this girl who reminded him of his old self a chance to find a new path in life, just like he had found his.

The difference was that after reincarnating many times, Mukuro realized that death won’t be the end of it but it would just lead to another cycle, as he told Chrome, and that’s why he decided to take the path of revenge.

Now, back to the Curse of Rainbow Arc, when Mukuro left Chrome and she transferred to Namimori Middle School, Reborn revealed that he was called by Mukuro in regards to Chrome, even complete with her living expenses. The moment when Reborn said this was when I had my doubts that Mukuro truly abandoned her.

If he really did abandon her, why bother going as far as calling Reborn and entrusted him with her a living expenses? Why even continued supporting her with illusionary organs?

If he threw her away because he didn’t need her anymore and truly hated her, he shouldn’t have bothered continuing supporting her with his illusionary organs and called Reborn to have him arrange a new place for her to live in. Not only that, right after he said he hated Chrome and Tsuna could do anything he wanted to her, he told Tsuna to take good care of her.

When Mukuro approached Chrome, he revealed that she only had three days at most to live due to her dilemma. If Mukuro had completely stopped supporting her organs, then she wouldn’t still be alive at that point, meaning that he was still supporting her illusionary organs, only that Chrome partially rejected his illusions, causing the illusionary organs Mukuro provided to her to slowly deteriorate.

He knew she was closing to her limit and that concerned him. Mukuro's face when speaking to her showed that he wasn't joking around.

After Vendice attacked in chapter 379, Mukuro didn’t accept Verde’s offer to quit the Representative Battle because there was still something he needed. Mukuro already declared his intention to destroy Vongola and defeat Tsuna in the Representative Battle with the other Kokuyo members, so that couldn’t be what he meant. If even the other Kokuyo members were not told, that meant he was referring to a different thing altogether in regards to what he needed from this battle. He had one more reason to join the battle.

The question was, what else did he need from this battle other than defeating Tsuna and his team? What kind of goal he had in mind that he didn't even tell to the rest of Kokuyo members?

On that same night, despite the injuries he sustained, Mukuro left for Namimori without telling his team. It was never addressed why he left, but the reason was obvious, there was only one reason he would visit Namimori when there was no knowing when the next battle would start: to meet Chrome.

Since Chrome only had the limit of three days before the illusionary organs he provided were gone completely, Mukuro knew that Chrome’s condition would worsen if she was still stuck in her dilemma as they were already close to the deadline. That’s why he went to Namimori, to once again check on her condition.

For Mukuro to tell Verde that he had another motive in mind to participate in the Representative Battle and then went to Namimori right after, I believed both were connected. After hearing his reason for leaving Chrome in Namimori and knowing her situation, I came to the conclusion that his other motive in participating in the Representative Battle was similar with Reborn’s motive.

Just like how Reborn used the Representative Battle as an opportunity to make Tsuna stronger, Mukuro was also using the Representative Battle as an opportunity to motivate Chrome to grow as a warrior.

Since the beginning, Mukuro could see the potential that Chrome had, only hindered by her lack of confidence and dependency. Mukuro wanted her to grow and reach this potential. He guided her in how to use her power properly and improved it.

After he was freed, however, he knew that with the dilemma she was having, the usual kindness that he gave her wouldn’t cut it, Chrome herself must find her own resolve to become stronger as her own person, not as part of him.

He had high expectations in Chrome, but he only put those expectations on her because he knew she could handle them. That being said, he didn’t always hold her hand; when necessary, he’ll give her the push to succeed, but he’ll expect her to succeed on her own.

When I realized this, it made me love Mukuro even more. Sure, I love how Mukuro was always kind and gentle with Chrome, but I also liked it that Mukuro didn’t spoil her. He did his best to set her on the path that was the best for her. And then Chrome had to walk that path as best as she could. No doubt Mukuro felt proud when Chrome finally found her resolve. It made their relationship all the more endearing.

And so, if someone asks me whether Mukuro only regarded Chrome as a pawn or not, my answer is absolutely NOT.

If Mukuro only saw Chrome as a mere pawn, then he would never try to guide her to become independent from him, he’d keep her on the tight leash by manipulating her into being passive so she’ll be entirely dependent on him or controlling her mind directly like he did with Lancia, which is something he never did to her.

And despite Chrome’s growing friendship with Tsuna and the others who were supposed to be his enemies and who most likely would get in his way in his pursuit for revenge and world domination, Mukuro made no objection to her newfound relationships. Mukuro never forced her to continue following him. He respected her decision.

Even after she lived separately from them, Mukuro still continued to support Chrome financially and the artbook suggested they hang out together once in a while. That’s not something a person would ever do to a mere pawn.

And while the extent of their relationship was never shown so obviously like how Tsuna did with his friends, there were subtle hints if you look more carefully through Mukuro's contradicting actions, but most of all, the depth of their bond was expressed in the way befitting of an illusionist and Mist Guardian: Illusion.

Both Mukuro and Chrome were a great illusionist pair. They understood each other's skill more than anyone else, and they cared for one another in a way that perhaps not many could understand. And thus, their bond played crucial role in forming their combined illusions. This was demonstrated on two occasions, and interestingly, on these two occasions, they took turns in the role of support.

First, during the battle against Glo Xinia, Mukuro and Chrome managed to form real illusions of Kokuyo Gang because they properly synchronized what they wish to materialize together, meaning that they came up with the same thing in mind of what they believe the most even without having to say it out loud. During this time, Mukuro was the one who supported Chrome's illusions with his own using the remaining power he had left to join the fight.

Second, during the battle against Vendice, again, Mukuro and Chrome managed to create combined technique Genju Mugaia, by combining their illusions. Putting Verde's gloves aside, this was only possible because they could mutually synchronize the idiosyncrasy of their illusions. Even Mukuro himself admitted that Chrome did better than Fran. During this time, it was Mukuro's turn who needed Chrome to support his illusions.

Both combined techniques represented Mukuro and Chrome's connection.

It’s certain that Mukuro sincerely cared for Chrome, more than he let on, and perhaps more than he himself believed. And Chrome herself also influenced Mukuro without the man himself realizing. Chrome brought out the side of Mukuro that he didn’t know he had in him.

Through his interactions with her, he showed how very much human he was capable of in spite of his pride in flaunting his dark side. When Chrome was concerned, Mukuro expressed more emotions than usual, one that he didn't do for others.

Whenever he was smiling at her, his smile was kinder, softer, and looked more genuine. It was very different than when he fooled Tsuna during the Kokuyo Arc.

Mukuro was hardly one who'd lose his temper even when angered, but when Demon threatened Chrome's life, Mukuro didn't hide his rage. And despite being already tired himself from fighting against Jack's group and then used up all his remaining flame, Mukuro immediately placed himself in front of Chrome to protect her.

Ever since Chrome's appearance, Mukuro had shown to be more mellowed out and more expressive in showing his humanity, particularly towards his allies. While I can't say that this was also because Chrome's influence, but it could be the case because only after that Mukuro looked so much more human, to the point of being comical. XD

Haaaah…I wish Amano explores further in regards to Mukuro and Chrome’s relationship. Because at the end of the series, rather than a conclusion, I feel that their relationship was heading to a new direction and could’ve been delved more in depth now that they are equals.

As for whether or not their relationship will go in a romantic direction or not, I’m not going to make an analysis or the sort about that. I’m sure that’s something that Amano freely left to us to interpret. And I’d rather avoid saying things that may lead to shipping war. (^_^;)

Amano-sensei, I’d be very ecstatic and appreciate it if you consider doing a continuation of KHR in the future, please! XD

Verdict

Mukuro is one of the most complex characters in the series. As you continued reading the story, you’d realize that he is not your stereotypical one dimensional diabolical antagonist, he is a character who has so much depth beneath the cruel inhuman mask he is wearing. He is actually one of the most human characters in the series.

He is imperfect, while knowing full-well that he is not a good human being and even proudly flaunt of this fact, he himself was aware that even a cruel person like him also has people he genuinely cherish and he would never abandon, but because of his pride and ambition, Mukuro decided to cover up the little humanity he has in him with the mask of apathetic villain, which as the series progress, this mask started to break little by little, showing a development of his character.

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So, what do you think about my analysis about Mukuro? Please do share your thoughts. I’m always excited to read people’s opinions. But say that you have a differing opinion than mine, let us be respectful of each other and not get into a fight over it.

#anime and manga #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #mukuro rokudo #rokudo mukuro #tsunayoshi sawada #sawada tsunayoshi #chrome dokuro

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ai-art-thieves · 7 months ago

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Welcome to the A2T Detective Agency

Established "Only Good Cop of Tumblr"

Hello! I'm the resident officer of this one man police department/detective agency.

I initially made this blog to investigate ai art theft bots and alert artists about them, but now I've expanded it to be about spreading the word about general forms of online evil.

Case Types:

Stolen Content (Catalogues content thieves of all kinds, bot or not.)

AI Scumbaggery (Using AI generated content to steal or create content, or manipulate others.)

Illegal Content (Self-Explanatory.)

Sockpuppeting (Where you create multiple accounts for the sole purpose to make your main account look better or ban evade.)

Harassment (Self-Explanatory)

Scams (Also Self-Explanatory. Dropshipping also counts as a scam.)

Astroturfing (Bleeds in with Sockpuppeting.)

Deception (Straight up lying to people. Not to be confused with unreality content. It becomes more of a problem if you are actively scrubbing evidence of what you did/any form of information that would contradict your case)

Cases:

Sevenart.ai (The one that started it all!) (THIS CASE IS NOW CLOSED)

Copycat Bots (Bots that repost images and even copy/paste posts and tags.)

Ivan the Terrible Mouthwasher (A swarm of various social media accounts that posts illegal and gore content involving children and animals under the tags for the game "Mouthwashing".) (CW: mentions of gore, child porn, child gore, rape, animal torture, extreme fetishes, executions)

Lavenderconstellation.store (Notorious dropshipping scam site that uses bots/takes over other blogs to promote themselves) - Side Mission: Jeremy James Hammers (One of Lavenderconstellation.store's bots reblogged a post from an antisemitic, far-right leaning man that thinks he's both Jesus Christ and Dream of the Endless from "The Sandman". I can't find the answer as to why this happened, but it did open the door to a rabbit hole that is far stranger than any case tackled here.) (CW: antisemitism and transphobia.)

Carina Ayland (Formerly Verridith v. m0t0k0. What starts off as a simple case of plagiarized works turns into a wild day at Judge A2T's courtroom. Eventually it ends in the two burring the hatchet and uniting against one enemy: a serial manipulator, harasser, and palette thief by the name of Carina Ayland.)

CANMKING, aka Arron Mckoy (A DJ/rapper/artist from London, England who is using two content farm accounts (Facts by Briggs and Riley Frankcap) to scam people out of their money via a kofi-like service.)

Crippled-Peeper (AKA, the plant profile pic saga. Another one of those "open and shut case turned clustertruck" kind of situations, only this time the whole situation evolved into what could only be described as "Now That's What I Call 2014-2017 Tumblr Drama". Not my brightest moment.) (THIS CASE IS NOW CLOSED.)

glitter-galaxy67 (A kid that was harassing and bullying a user by the name of idkwhoiam6 and stealing their art.) (THIS CASE IS NOW CLOSED.)

knot-ready (also known as knot-readyy and knot-readyyy. Notable zoophile that harasses their detractors. One of her followers screenshots anyone that tries to call her out.. Did I mention she is a zoophile? Because she is.) (she adds another "y" to every new account she makes to avoid bans.) (CW: zoophilia, mentions of rape fantasies and incest)

Belmin Heralic (Spams promotion for his youtube channel with multiple accounts. Hates people calling him out for this.)

Wolfharrow/Antoniabishop: An AI artist that is trying to fool people that her algorithm generated works are not, well, generated by an algorithm.

How to report....

Stolen Content: If it's a bot, you can report as spam. BUT, it has to be from the "report something else category". If this doesn't work, file a DMCA.

Illegal Content: Usually this content gets nuked right away by a simple report. You can give the report multiple links as well. The more, the merrier.

If the image of the child is innocent, but the reblogs and posts itself are in a suggestive context, do mention it when filing the report under child abuse.

If you spot content involving candid shots (people getting filmed and posted in a sexualized context without their permission), file it under a privacy violation under the victim's behalf.

Reposted porn gifs and videos can be nuked simply by filing it under a sexually explicit report. Again, it has to be from the "report something else category". Otherwise, it will do nothing.

Harassment: Only report for harassment if a block doesn't stop them.

AI Scumbaggery: Can overlap with any one of the above. Don't report something solely because it is AI generated.

Scam: Report as spam/bot. Not sure if you can report it as Unlawful Uses or Content, but it wouldn't hurt to try!

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angelic-sturniolos111 · 2 years ago

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Fresh Love Modeling 🍊

You never guessed that Chris Sturniolo would reach out for you to model his Fresh Love clothing brand. You had been following him on social media a while and definitely had a crush on him. What you didn’t know is that when Chris had seen your modeling portfolio he started crushing too. The two of you end up alone in his dressing room together after the photoshoot and things heat up.

chris sturniolo x fem! reader

entirely in Chris’s POV

warnings: cursing, flirty and smuttyyyyy

author’s note: writing this completely sleep deprived :) did not proofread lolz

I want to sit on his lap so bad in this pic

My Fresh Love brand is super important to me and I am so grateful that it has grown in popularity thanks to my fans. I want to grow this brand and reach out to creators and artists outside of the fandom in hopes that eventually Fresh Love Clothing can be sold in stores nationwide. A big part of Fresh Love, and any clothing brand, is the marketing which I take very seriously. I always want to have a diverse group of models, but ultimately they also should be attractive and have a cool aesthetic to be the face of the brand. I had sent out a model casting call last month, and my friend Tril and I were going through all the applications. Tril truly saw my vision and we were usually on the same page when it came to models we thought would work well for the brand.

Today was definitely a “work day” in the house— Nick was editing our recent car vlog, Matt was brainstorming video ideas, and Tril and I sat on the couch on our laptops going through hundreds of model portfolios together. We had been scrolling through applications for nearly two hours and I was honestly bored out of my mind. Luckily, we found a handful of models we like, but I still felt like one was missing. There was a certain look, a certain vibe, that I was looking for and I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew I’d know the second I saw them.

“Hey take a look at this one. I recognize this girl… I think she follows us on insta or something?” Tril says passing me his laptop. Damn. This girl was beyond fine. I scrolled through her portfolio pictures, and I really liked her modeling style. She didn’t look mainstream, which I liked, but she had a really unique look. “Do you recognize her?” Tril said interrupting my thoughts.

“No. I’d definitely remember her if I had seen her before.” I said. I went to the top of her application page, her name was Y/N.

“I like her portfolio and I think she’s a good fit for the brand.” Tril says.

“Absolutely. I really like her. I’m going to accept her application right now.” I said sending her an acceptance sheet back with the photo shoot information.

***

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I always have trouble falling asleep because I’ll have a thousand creative ideas that I bounce back and forth in my head, but this time I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking of Y/N. Tril said she followed us, right? I grab my phone and open instagram and typed her name in the search bar, and her profile popped up. She was following Tril and I as well as my brothers, our group account, and our podcast account. Nice, she’s a fan! I went through her posts and God, she was stunning. I wanted to follow her, but I knew if fans saw that they’d get all sorts of crazy ideas and make assumptions so I decided I’d wait to follow her until the Fresh Love shoot would be posted so everyone knew who she was. I looked at some modeling shots she posted, laid back pictures with her friends, and I was unapologetically looking for any signs that she was dating anyone which from her profile she appeared to be single. I saw some of her swimsuit modeling shots she had done recently, and I zoomed in on all parts of her body. Her amazing body. She had these thick thighs that contoured perfectly with her cute ass. My thoughts wandered off, thinking of how badly I wanted those thighs wrapped around my head. I got hard at the thought of it. I continued to mindlessly stalk her instagram before I finally fell asleep… dreaming of her.

*** one month later ***

It was Fresh Love photoshoot day, or as I thought of it, the day I finally get to meet Y/N after crushing on her this past month. I got to the studio before any of the models were scheduled to arrive so I could talk with the photographers and mark out the spaces where I wanted to shoot. I get upstairs and see someone siting in a chair outside the photography studio. When they hear me approaching they look up, and my breath hitches in my throat, it was Y/N. My heart immediately started beating faster, but I knew I had to keep it cool both professionally and so I don’t utterly embarrass myself in front of her.

“Chris! Hey, I’m sorry I know the models aren’t supposed to be here for another hour. Honestly I was hoping to catch a moment alone with you before we shoot.” She says nervously with a big, beautiful smile on her face. She wanted to see me? Alone? I hadn’t realize I went silent for a moment while I was caught up in my thoughts until Y/N interrupted.

“Umm I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just such a huge fan of yours and your brothers, and I wanted to tell you that. Also to tell you I am so grateful and excited to be modeling for Fresh Love. I love your brand and own a few things from it already just from following you for a while now.” She says.

“Oh, no you didn’t scare me! Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone this early. I’m happy to hear you’re a fan, and thanks for supporting my brothers and I, it means a lot. I really liked your modeling application and I’ve been looking forward to shooting with you.” I replied. I looked and sounded collected on the outside, but on the inside I was definitely nervous. I’m usually super confident talking to girls, even ones that I like, but Y/N had me acting different. She gave me a sweet smile before we walked into the studio together.

The other models started showing up as I led them to their dressing rooms where their Fresh Love clothing was waiting for them to change into. I stood in front of the backdrop for the first set of pictures and saw as the models rounded the corner all dressed in Fresh Love. Y/N wore the emerald green sweat set, and damn she looked good. The bright color just worked so perfectly with her complexion and brought out the color in her beautiful eyes. Seeing my own brand on her body drove me crazy. Man, this chick has me on a leash.

As time went by the photographers took group shots of all the models together, and some individual shots of each of them. When it came time for Y/N individual shots she was a natural. Her poses were relaxed, but strong and confident at the same time. She really wore the brand well and I was looking forward to seeing the results. She wraps up her individual shots and starts walking over to me.

“So, how did I look?” She says giving me a flirtatious look.

“Really, really great. I was thinking maybe we can get some pictures of just us two together for the Fresh Love instagram.” I said.

“Sounds great!” She says with a smile. She takes a step closer to me and leans in slightly, “Should I go change?” She asks but this time quieter so only I could hear. She makes me so nervous.

“Y-yeah. There’s, um, there’s a pair of joggers and a t-shirt in your dressing room if you want to change into that for me.” I said stuttering.

“Of course, anything for you.” She says confidently flirting with me. I think she can tell she made me nervous, and she was taking advantage of it. That’s so hot.

***

This time I was wearing the black hoodie and jogger set while Y/N wore the gray joggers and blue t-shirt. I sat on the couch we were using for the shoot, and she comes out of her dressing room to join me. She looked really great. I smiled at her and moved over so she could sit on the couch next to me.

“I’m thinking for the first few poses we just sit here kinda relaxed, looking at the camera. Then we do some where you stand behind the couch leaning over it while I sit here in front of you.” I said.

“Yeah sounds good!.” She says, and with that we start posing for the camera. The photographer has us scotch closer together, and I drape my arm behind her on the top of the couch. It was difficult to keep my eyes on the camera because all I wanted to do in the moment was to look at her. She moves off the couch to position herself behind it. “Like this, Chris?” She asks.

I turn around and see her bent over, arms crossed on the back of the couch. Fuck, her ass looks nice bent over like this. “Yeah, looks great.” I smile at her. I turn back around and the camera continues to click. We move around slightly to get different angles. She moves one of her hands to rest on my shoulder. I feel her hand slide up the back of my neck as her fingertips gently play around with my hair. The tension was palpable. I sharply inhale, a chill moving down my spine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool much longer.

“Okay how about we call that a wrap for today. Great job everyone thanks so much for being here.” I blurt out getting off the couch, shaking a few of the photographers hands, before I quickly run into my dressing room without turning back.

***

In the dressing room I can hear the photographers packing up their gear and leave. The other models had gone home for the day, and I wasn’t sure if Y/N had left yet either. I found my answer when I hear a slight knock at the door, “Chris?” She says faintly, “Can I come in?” I’m frozen, I don’t answer before she comes into the room still dressed in her Fresh Love fit. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda frantic towards the end there.” She asks sincerely. I seriously debated telling her I liked her, but I knew that wouldn’t be professional of me.

“Yeah, I just get nervous shooting sometimes.” I lied. Y/N scoffs a little.

“You, nervous? I’ve never been more nervous for a photoshoot before. Having THE Chris Sturniolo sitting inches away for me all day long is something I had only ever dreamed of.” She laughs. “You definitely made me nervous today. God, I’m sorry I sound like such a stupid fangirl right now.” She says looking down.

“I never would have thought you were nervous. You seemed super confident today.” I say.

“Maybe. I tried to be confident so I could impress you.”

“Impress me?” I say a little surprised. She looks up and nods her head. I stand up and approach her meeting her in the middle of the room, “You’ve impressed me plenty, pretty girl.” I’m unsure of where this sudden boldness came from, but I could tell Y/N liked it when her body relaxed, and I could see her whole demeanor change. She looked up at me with seductive eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she runs her hand up my arm before resting it on my chest, “I’m sure I can impress you in other ways too.” Her eyes flash from mine down to my noticeable, growing erection, and then back up to my lips. I can’t keep it in any longer. I lean down and kiss her soft lips, her hand meets the side of my face and my lips part for her to deepen the kiss moving her tongue across mine. We step back and my back hits the wall when her lips move from mine down to my neck bitting and sucking ever so gently.

“Fuck.” I moan softly. I feel her smile into my neck, and she moves a hand down to gingerly palm my boner over my pants.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day.” She says breathlessly as she pulls away from my neck to look me in the eyes.

“Oh yeah? What else have you wanted to do princess?” I ask suggestively. She smiles, and with that she drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers in the band of my sweatpants before pulling them down to my knees. She places soft kisses on my dick through my underwear, and the slight contact made me groan.

“Eager, aren’t we?” She says as she begins to pull my underwear down. My rock hard dick springs up and hits my stomach and her eyes widen while her mouth parts. She looks up at me and I begin to wrap her hair in my hand holding it back for her while the other gripped the chair next to me as I brace myself. She plants tiny kisses on my thighs on either side of my dick, and the teasing had my cock twitching with every kiss.

“Please, Y/N, please stop teasing.” I sigh. She runs her tongue from the base of my cock on the underside of my dick to the tip where she licks the precum from the slit. She swirls her tongue around my head a few times before pulling away and spitting into her hand. She spreads the wetness on my length as she pumps me a few times before wrapping her lips around my head and pushing her head forward. I let out a moan when I feel my dick hit the back of her throat. She keeps one hand tight at the base of my cock, pumping and twisting it as she bobs her head up and down on it. I’m a whimpering mess. My grip tightens in her hair as I help move her head at a steady pace. Her hand lets go of my shaft as she moves her head all the way forward, taking my full length into her mouth gagging slightly. I look down to see her already looking up at me with tears forming in her eyes. I felt my dick twitch in her mouth as I was close to cumming, but I tugged her hair and pulled her off my length before I could do so.

I move the chair I had been grabbing onto with one hand as my other reached for her chin and guided her to stand.

“Sit.” I demanded. She obliged and sat in the chair as I got to my knees and started pulling the sweatpants off of her. I caress her thighs with my big hands before pulling her thong off and I stare at her dripping wet cunt.

“Did I make you this wet?” I ask, and all she can do is shake her head. “I want you to use your words pretty girl.”

“Yes.” She whines out. “You always make me this wet.”

“Always?” I question. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” I ask. She nods her head again.

“Yes.” She says.

“Do you use your fingers when you touch yourself, princess?”

“Yes” she says. My fingertips move agonizingly slow up and down her folds spreading the wetness around.

“And who’s fingers do you imagine are pumping inside of you when you’re touching yourself baby.”

“Yours Chris. Always yours.” She moans out. Without warning I shove two of my fingers deep into her cunt eliciting a sweet moan from her lips. I pump my fingers in and out of her at a fast pace causing her to grip the back of my head roughly, my hair tight in between her fingers. I kitty lick her clit and curl my fingers inside her.

“F-fuck Chris.” She moans out. I continue moving my fingers in and out of her while I lay my tongue flat licking up and down her clit, sucking on it for a few seconds at a time. She pants, trying to catch her breath as she breathes heavier.

“Chris. CHRIS— I’m gonna cum.” With that I immediately pull my fingers out of her and raise my head.

“Not yet, princess. I want you to cum all over my cock for me baby.” I wrap my arms under her thighs and lift her off of the seat carrying her over to the makeup vanity counter across the room. I place her down and she stands facing me.

She reaches for the hem of her shirt to take it off, and I abruptly stop her grabbing her wrist tightly.

“Leave it on princess. I want to watch myself fucking you while you wear my clothes.”

My hands reach her waist and turn her around roughly pushing down on her upper back to bend her over across the counter. I look in the mirror to see her flushed face and eyes blown with lust. I had never been so sex hungry before. I ripped my hoodie off, and began to align my dick at her entrance. I slid the head of my dick in between her folds getting it nice and wet before I pushed in slowly making me groan loudly. Y/N gasps as I enter her, not ready for my size. I bottom out and stand still, letting her adjust to my length. Suddenly, without warning she begins to lean forward and back moving herself on my cock.

“Please move, Chris.” She begged. I smiled at her in the mirror. I started moving in and out of her with slow, hard thrusts. Her walls were warm and tight around my cock. We moaned together as I kept the steady pace.

“Chris?” She says.

“What is it princess?” I look at her in the mirror, half of her now messy hair covering her flushed pink face. She adjusts her arms to grab the front of the countertop. She lifts her chest up slightly, and the FRESH on her shirt is now visible in the mirror.

“Fuck me. Harder.” She pleads, and that was all I needed to hear. I went absolutely feral. I grabbed her hair with one hand making sure to pull her up enough that I could see her Fresh Love shirt in the mirror. My other hand laid flat just above her ass, pushing down so I could balance myself as I relentlessly thrust in and out of her tight pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good pretty girl.”

“Chris, I’m gonna cum…” She whines breathlessly.

“Good girl. I want you to cum all over my cock for me.” I say back. We make eye contact in the mirror and I feel her walls clench around me sending a pulsating sensation through my cock, and I knew I was close too. Her face scrunches and she repeatedly moans my name. I feel her cunt tighten and relax around me as she comes all over my cock, and we maintain eye contact as she does.

Seeing her face while she came on my dick was what I needed. My thrusts got harder and sloppier as I felt my dick twitch inside her.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N! Oh, FUCK.” I moan loudly as I feel myself release my big load into her pussy, my cum coating her walls. I thrust a few more times riding out my high before pulling out seeing our orgasms drip out of her cunt. Y/N turns to face me, and tries to stand but fails as her knees wobble and she grabs the countertop as to not fall down. My hands grab her sides to help balance her.

“You’re amazing, princess.” I say to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips before moving my hands to the bottom of her shirt pulling it up. She raises her arms up as I lift the Fresh Love tee over her head. I crouch down and gently begin wiping her clean with the t-shirt.

“Chris! Not the Fresh Love shirt!” Y/N says surprised and in a concerned tone of voice.

“Baby, it’s my brand. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” I smirk, earning a cute giggle from her.

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This was my first time writing smut and I think it’s kinda trash but lmk what your thoughts are.

- Kay 🖤

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #let’s trip tour #versus tour #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut

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dawn-iscozy · 4 months ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ i ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ fallin’ for you ” - colbie caillat ♡ " kiss me " - ed sheeran ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i'm still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the "a little warmth in winter" you'll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I'm a sucker for these men and for the way I've written them and I just can't stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn't make any sense, I'm going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in this part and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 8.7k

♡ 18+ MDNI - smut warnings below the cut ♡

OTHER WARNINGS: alcohol (everyone is sober), cursing, discussion of consent, they’re strangers and they have sex, san in that tight white button-up shirt, san carries oc, wooyoung’s hands, smutty smutty smut, wooyoung has a dirty mouth, manhandling, nicknames (sweetheart - from wooyoung, darling-from san, definitely a “good girl” or two), praise/degradation-ish, spanking, pussy slapping, begging lots of begging, unprotected sex (please don’t do this irl), start of aftercare (definitely do this irl, it's important), but it continues in the next part

♡ pic does not fully represent how they're described in the fic - well, wooyoung's look is actually pretty close - I just love these pics of them 🥺 but thank you for even glancing at this and I hope you enjoy. biggest thanks to @frenchkisstheabyss for always hyping my writing up and helping me gain the confidence to finally post some of this beast of a fic. literally adore you so much, bestie boo 🥹💖 I edit as I write, but there are bound to be mistakes. if you find any, please let me know so I can fix them. also may cross-post this fic over on ao3. anyway, enjooooy, reader ♡

i. warm between them

Rora was upset. No, she was fucking pissed. Her coworkers, people she had thought could even become her friends - if she could even really think of them in that way, anymore - had talked her into coming to this stupid fucking place, a mere hour after getting home from work, just to abandon her at the door. Rolling her eyes, she swirled the last little bit of her drink around in the glass. Raised it. Swallowed the last of it in one go. Her head was threatening to ache as the music boomed around the enclosed space and the smell of spilled drinks and sweat invaded her nose. But she couldn’t leave just yet. It wouldn’t have been worth the effort of getting all dressed up and getting there just to stay for so little time.

Fuck, if she saw any of them in the office on Monday, she just might have to give them a piece of her mind. Or just ignore them cause, honestly, they weren’t worth the effort of continuing to befriend them anymore and lord knows she’s the least confrontational human to ever walk the Earth.

“Could I get some water, please?” she asked the bartender as they passed by in front of her. The woman behind the bar nodded, shaggy black hair falling into her face as she grabbed the now empty glass and walked away. It wasn’t long before a new glass was set in front of her and Rora was thanking the woman, taking a long sip of blessedly cool liquid.

The atmosphere was just that little bit too warm. She wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the place or her anger or some other factor, but she felt sticky. Her skin, in the small glimpses she got of her arms, gleamed in the low lighting, and if she wasn’t currently upset, she would feel…sexy? Yeah, definitely. Thinking about it, she already did. Angry and sexy and in need of some way to vent it out.

Her internal musing was cut short when, out of her periphery, she saw someone settle in the seat to her right, and when she set her glass down to glance around herself, she noticed it was a man. Dressed in a leather jacket, a low cut black shirt that showed off beautifully tanned skin and collarbones, and a pair of ripped up jeans that hugged muscular thighs and showed what looked like a tattoo above his knee. His hair was black, on the longer side, styled in a messy way that framed his face. And goodness what a face! She blinked as he stared back at her, dark brown eyes skimming down her figure then slowly coming back up to settle on her own.

Plump lips ticked up into a smirk before he turned to his right, leaning close to say something to a man standing beside him. This one had longer hair, too, though not quite as long as his friends’ and bleached blond. He wore a white button-up, tucked into black pants and unbuttoned at the throat, a belt hugging his surprisingly small waist, further emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders. The other man glanced over at her, head cocked to the side as his eyes roamed over her. Shit, she knew she looked good, dressed up in her favorite silky red dress, but the way he was looking at her made her feel absolutely scrumptious.

Arching a brow at them, she crossed one leg over the other and shifted to face the two men more directly. “Can I help you?” She finally asked, just loud enough to be heard over the music. An uncharacteristic amount of confrontation for her, sure, but with how upset she already was, the alcohol in her system, and feeling overwhelmed by these two very fine men, it isn’t any wonder that she spoke up. That didn’t stop her cheeks from heating up, though, or the nerves from fluttering around in her belly.

The man in the leather jacket chuckled, leaning closer to her, arm propped up on the bar as he leaned close. The pleasant smell of his cologne wafted up to her with the move, and she found herself inhaling again, eyes threatening to flutter closed, just to get another hit of the addicting scent. “Maybe,” he said, leaning down so that he could lock his eyes directly with hers. It was dark, but enough light filled the space that she could take note of the asymmetry of his features, how one eyelid was double eyelid and the other wasn’t. That just made his eyes all the more stunning, made his gaze all the more sexy as it drifted over her once again. “Do you like to dance?”

“Maybe,” she replied, ignoring the way her heart picked up pace in her chest and pushing her hair back as it threatened to fall in her face. “Are you asking me to dance with you?”

“We are.” He tipped his head to the side to indicate the man behind him, and the other man leaned closer as well, smirking lightly, a dimple showing itself in his cheek. Goodness, he’s beautiful. They both are. Her cheeks warmed under their eyes, and she shifted in her seat, eyes flitting down to her lap, where her hands grasped her drink, fingers tapping against the glass.

Rora took a moment to think it over as she picked her glass back up to take another drink. Placing her water down on the bar, she wiped away the smudge left behind by her lipstick with her thumb. Then, she stood from her seat and adjusted her dress. “Lead the way.”

Leather jacket stepped close and circled her wrist loosely with his fingers, pausing a moment to look her face over, scooting closer so that she could better hear him over the music. “Is this okay?” White shirt crowded in, resting his hand on leather jacket’s shoulder as he waited for her answer.

Her gaze darted down to his grip on her arm, and her tongue poked out to wet her lower lip. She looked back up at him and nodded, heart picking up pace when he smiled, teeth flashing in the dim lighting, fingers properly shackling her wrist to pull her into the mass of dancing people. White shirt found his place behind her, his hand settling at her lower back as they searched for an opening in the writhing bodies.

It was mere moments before she was pressed in between them, the dancing people forcing them closer together. The man with the broad shoulders was behind her, his muscular chest against her back. Leather jacket was in front of her, pressed fully against her. He still had a grip on her wrist, and he guided her arm up to loop around his neck. Locking her arms around him, she followed his movements, her eyes closing as she let herself get caught up in the hazy atmosphere, heart thumping along with the bass of the song ringing through the air.

Hands settled on her hips, the neck her arms were looped around dipping down and toward her. Breath fanned along her exposed neck, lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” Leather jacket rasped out.

A shiver shot down her spine. “Rora,” she breathed out. “Yours?”

“Wooyoung,” he said, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, making her gasp, her body pressing further into his own. He chuckled before lifting his head, putting more into the dance, his hips swaying perfectly to the beat of the song.

The man at her back somehow crowded closer, his hands ghosting up her sides to settle just below her breasts, grip firm and hips tight against her bottom. “I’m San,” he said, nose dragging the length of her neck.

Her breathing hitched at the move, head tilting to the side as she pressed farther into him. She could feel them both, flush against her body, their hips guiding her movements as they danced. The three of them stayed like that for who knows how long, she certainly didn’t know, wholly lost in the moment, in the haze of warmth blooming in her belly from their close proximity. At some point, Wooyoung’s thigh pressed between her own, cock hard against her hip, one of his hands tangling in her hair to push it back from her face. San’s face was buried in her neck, hair tickling her skin. She could feel him, too, still fitted tight against her ass, hardening cock pressing insistently between the plush of her cheeks.

“Let’s get out of here, hmm?” San whispered in her ear, hips rutting forward purposefully, allowing her to feel him better, hard and thick, through his pants. Her breath hitched in her throat at the move. Heat pooled low in her belly, and she couldn’t help the way her hips twitched forward. There was no way Wooyung couldn’t feel how wet she was against his thigh, her panties were practically useless by that point.

“If we leave, we’re fucking, do you understand that?” Wooyoung said from her other side. “The three of us,” he murmured, his nose pressing into her jaw, teeth following immediately after. Her head tipped back as she stifled a moan, and she nodded.

San’s strong hands turned her around by her hips, one flying up to grip her jaw just tight enough to have her gaze flying right to his face. “We’re gonna need words, darling,” he murmured, eyes scanning over her face before coming to land on her puckered, lipstick-reddened lips.

“I understand,” she breathed, her tongue darted out over her lower lip. “And I want it. Want you - both of you.”

San’s eyelids lowered as he groaned, and he swooped down to capture her lips with his own. It was quick and hot, and she couldn’t even respond. He didn’t seem to mind, his tongue dipping briefly between her lips before he pulled away, hand still gripping her chin. Her lipstick was smudged across his mouth and he looked so damn smug, heavy lidded eyes drifting over her face.

“Why so shocked, darling?” he asked, amused, head tilting so his hair fell across his forehead. She just blinked up at him, allowing herself to go boneless, to fall back so that she was pressed against Wooyoung.

The chest she was leaning on for support rumbled with laughter and a hand brushed down the length of her arm. She hummed, head tipping back so that she could look at the man behind her.

His hand came up to her jaw, pulling her in until his lips were on her own. It was quick, but so damn hot. His lips moved slowly against her own, lingering and sexy despite the quickness of the moment, and when he pulled away, he made sure to bite down on her lower lip hard enough that she gasped. He smirked as he leaned away, tugging on her wrist so that she would follow behind him. San followed, finding his place at Wooyoung’s side as the three of them left the building and walked through the night.

They didn’t make it very far before one of her heels scuffed awkwardly on the sidewalk, causing her to stumble, her arm tugging against Wooyoung’s grip and a squeak slipping from her lips. The two men stopped their hushed conversation and turned to check on her. They didn’t say anything, glancing over her embarrassed figure before coming to rest on her heeled feet. “Sorry,” she mumbled, straightening up and tugging on the bottom of her dress.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked, using his grip on her to help her stand straight.

“Yeah,” she said, cheeks hot as she giggled awkwardly. “Just tripped.”

San took his time looking her over again, hands moving gently over her arms. “Are you drunk?” he asked.

“No, just clumsy,” she said with a rueful little grin. “I only had two drinks and I was drinking water when you both approached me.”

He nodded, and his hand fell from her completely. He stepped away, turned, crouched down. At her surprised noise, he looked back at her from over his shoulder. “Get on my back,” he said.

“I - ” she blinked at him. “What?”

He grinned, sending her a little wink, dimples on display. “Come on,” he said. “We aren’t that far away. I can carry you the rest of the way.”

“Oh,” she breathed. “But…my dress.”

Wooyoung stepped forward, already shrugging out of his jacket, and tied it around her waist. “There,” he said. “Problem solved.”

Cheeks burning, she took a tentative step toward San. When she was too slow for his liking, he took the initiative. Hands reaching back, gripping her thighs tightly to pull her closer. In mere seconds, he hoisted her onto his back. She squealed, clutching at his broad shoulders for dear life as he stood up.

San chuckled. “Just hold on and relax, darling. I’ve got you.” An innocent enough sentence, sure, but the way he said it, the low tone and the rasp in his voice, with how close it was to her ear, those strong hands on her, sent heat rushing to her face and thoughts flooding her brain.

Rora huffed, forcing herself to relax against him. His muscles shifted against her as he started walking, and she found herself enthralled with them. How firm they were, how they felt as they moved against her. How he held her like she was nothing. Her mind began to run wild, images of what he could do with all that obvious strength. How he could lift her. How he could bend her. How his hands could grip and pull and slap in the best fucking ways.

Her breath rushed out of her as an image came to mind. Of her bent over a surface or a lap, San’s strong hand coming down on her ass in a sharp slap. It was so vivid, she almost felt the pain, and she couldn’t help herself from shifting in San’s hold.

She let her gaze move over to Wooyoung, who was silently walking beside them. She wondered what he was thinking, what he would do when they made it to wherever they were going. She wondered how he would treat her, whether he would be gentle or mean. She wouldn’t complain either way, but as her eyes dropped down to his lips, watching as they stretched, the corners ticking up as he caught her stare, she wanted nothing more than for him to degrade her in the sweetest of ways. Wanted to hear pretty, dirty words in his honey voice.

A shiver worked down her spine, and she tightened her thighs around San’s waist, letting her head fall to rest on his shoulder to suppress whatever noise was threatening to fall from her throat. Her body shifted against the broad man’s back as he lifted her further up his back, causing her to gasp against the skin of his neck. She felt the shiver run through him and giggled, finally letting her arms fall, hands lacing together against his chest.

“Something funny?” Wooyoung asked, his hand settling on her lower back. She could feel the heat of his palm even through the layers of her dress and his jacket and had to refrain herself from wiggling, wanting that hand cupping her ass.

She hummed, letting her breath brush over San’s neck again. “Is your neck sensitive, San?” she asked quietly, her nose barely brushing his earlobe. His grip on her thighs tightened, all the muscles in his arms and upper back tensing, releasing. She giggled again, pushing herself up to look over at Wooyoung.

His brows were arched, gaze already on her. “I don’t know if teasing him is the best idea, sweetheart.”

She pouted at him, her head tilting. “Was I teasing? I didn’t mean to.” She blinked at him, smothering another giggle that was threatening to bubble up from her chest. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, and she watched as his dark eyes flickered down to watch.

He simply hummed in response, his hand trailing down over the curve of her bottom before slipping from her entirely as he turned to focus on walking. “Are you going to be a little brat?” he asked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Her head fell to rest on San’s shoulder again, her heart speeding up in her chest at the question, at the lowering of his voice, how casually he said it. She kept her gaze on the man walking beside them and took a breath to steady herself. “I’m far from a brat, actually,” she said, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Usually. And never with strangers.”

His gaze traveled to her once again, flicking over her face for a moment. His eyes gleamed, looking so, so lovely under the streetlights, and she almost whined when he turned to face forward again, wanting his gaze to stay on her. “What are you comfortable with doing with strangers?”

She hesitated, lips compressing as she took a moment to think. “I…haven’t done anything like this before, so I’m not entirely sure,” she admitted, refusing to feel ashamed and hoping against hope that the two of them wouldn’t change their minds.

San paused, faltering only a step before continuing walking. “What?” he asked, his hand rubbing her thigh gently, almost reassuringly, and she sighed out softly at the move, her hands flattening against his chest in a single smooth glide as he continued. “A threesome or going home with strangers?”

“I had a threesome one time before, and it was with a long-term partner at the time and another girl rather than two men,” she mused, letting one of her hands move from San’s chest to play with the ends of his hair absentmindedly. He hummed, fingers kneading her skin lightly. “But, yeah, the strangers thing. That’s new to me.”

The two men stopped at a set of concrete steps, and Wooyoung carefully helped her down from San’s back. His shirt tightened around his arms, enhancing the shape of the muscles there. Her mouth nearly watered at the thought of biting into those firm arms. She forced her eyes up to his face when he tapped beneath her chin, his eyes wide, sincere, looking so damn sparkly she was almost jealous. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Wooyoung asked.

She looked up at him, head already nodding. “Yes. Fuck yes!” she rushed out, perhaps a little too excitedly, causing both of them to chuckle.

♡♡♡

Rora was pushed against the door as soon as they entered the apartment, a hand at the back of her head, blocking it from hitting the wooden surface. Strong fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her forward until she was nose to nose with San, his narrowed eyes running over her face, thumb rubbing circles against her scalp, a strong hand smoothing down her belly. He didn’t kiss her, though. Instead, he untangled the knotted jacket, pulling it from her form as he stepped back, releasing her. She couldn’t stop the furrowing of her brows or the barely audible whimper that fell from her.

“Patience, darling,” he said, chuckling, dimples flashing in the dim lighting of the room, one finger trailing down the side of her face. “It’s not my turn yet. Woo’s first.”

Her eyes shifted from San’s face, over his shoulder to catch Wooyoung’s hot gaze. He was on the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his thighs, chin resting on his clasped hands. “Come here, sweetheart,” he said, sitting back on the piece of furniture as he patted his lap. His pants were pulled taut over his thighs, tanned skin peaking through rips in a way that did nothing but entice her. “Come have a seat.”

She didn’t even allow herself time to think, keeping her eyes locked with Wooyoung’s, getting lost in them, wholly entranced as she stepped out of her heels, walked over, and straddled him. His hand came up to cup the back of her neck, pulling her down to his level. Her heart sped up in her chest, leaving her breathless. Or maybe it was because of the proximity, her body so close to his own now, faces only centimeters apart, his breath brushing over her parted lips.

The moment lingered on, the room quiet, tense, as they looked at each other, his fingers still against the base of her skull. She took him in, noting the little spot below his eye, her gaze catching on one almost hidden away on his bottom lip. Fuck, she wanted to kiss it, bite it. Her own bottom lip found itself nestled between her teeth as she looked at him, as she waited.

Then suddenly, she was pulled that last little bit forward, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders. A gasp slipped from her, the sound immediately smothered by Wooyoung’s mouth. She shifted in his lap, thighs squeezing around him as she pulled herself closer until their fronts were flush against each other. His kisses were slow, drugging, pulling the breath right from her lungs. His lips firm, deliberate, his teeth nibbling and tongue teasing.

Warm fingers edged up the bottom of her dress, smoothing up her thighs to push the fabric up, up, up, until her ass was uncovered, until it was over her belly, over her breasts, over her shoulders. Her arms lifted to help him with the process, his hands gliding up the length of them until the red fabric was finally over her head. He sat back, dropping the dress on the sofa next to them, and took her in. Her favorite pair of black lace panties–they did wonders for her ass, in her own opinion, and it must be true if the groan that came from San from behind her meant anything–and no bra.

“Naughty girl,” Wooyoung said, chuckling. His hands rested back on her thighs, and she found herself looking at them. Taking in the thick veins that traveled up his arms, the hard muscles covered in soft tan skin. She watched as his touch shifted, his fingers trailed up her belly again, barely touching, sending shivers through her at the ticklish feeling, trying her hardest not to squirm when his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts. “Were you planning on going home with someone tonight?”

She shook her head, breath catching in her throat as he gently tugged one nipple then the other, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter as the sensations zipped through her, gaze coming back up to his face. “It was my first time going out in a while, and I wanted to feel sexy,” she explained, voice soft, tight with the moans starting to build in her chest.

Wooyoung simply hummed, hands moving, one settling firmly at her waist and the other spanning her jaw, thumb at her chin, tipping her head back. His lips were there immediately, kissing along her jaw, down her neck, trailing down to her shoulder and across her collarbones. His teeth nipped, tongue laved as he sucked her skin between his lips.

Her grip on him released, fingers trailing up his neck to tangle in his hair, her hips shifting, grinding down on his lap. He was hard, straining against the material of his jeans, pressing just perfectly against her cunt, right against her clit with every movement. Her hips rolled, and a moan got caught in her chest as pleasure spread through her.

His hand moved from her jaw, pushing her hair back, smoothing it down to cup the back of her head. Their noses brushed, lips only centimeters apart. “Sannie can be a little rough sometimes, so I’m gonna get you all ready for him. That sound good, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, ignoring the tingle in her belly at Wooyoung’s words. Rough was perfectly fine with her, and so was some foreplay with this sexy ass man. “Sounds good.”

His fingertips traced the band of her panties, pulling and releasing it with a snap. She gasped at the sting, fingers tightening in his hair when his hand dipped inside, fingers immediately finding her wetness.

He groaned, nipping the top of her breast lightly. “So fucking wet,” he said, letting his fingers slip up to lightly circle around her clit. She gasped, back arching, pressing herself tighter against his hand.

“Fuck,” a voice rumbled from behind her in the room, and in a daze, she looked over her shoulder, finding San resting against a wall, shirt already unbuttoned to reveal a beautifully muscled torso, pants hanging open as he palmed himself over his boxers. His gaze was hot on her, burning. “You look so pretty in Woo’s lap, darling. Your back is so fucking sexy, I might have to put you on your knees and fuck you ass up just to see it better.”

Goosebumps littered her skin at his words, at the gravel in his voice, and she knew she must have been so fucking red at that point.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked, free hand gripping her thigh tightly, blunt nails digging in enough to leave behind small crescents, as the fingers of his other hand slid down to her entrance, pressing in lightly, chuckling when two slipped in easily. “Well, you certainly like something, hmm? Swallowed my fingers right up.”

She whimpered, lashes fluttering, head lolling back at the sensation of finally being filled, at the way Wooyoung spoke the words right into her ear.

“How does she feel, Woo?” San asked breathlessly, legs spreading to brace himself better against the wall.

“So fucking wet and soft, fuck,” Wooyoung groaned, fingers retreating only to press back in quickly, causing her to cry out.

Her breathing came out in short bursts, heart thundering in her chest, skin tingling under their gazes. She loved the thickness of his digits, how well they filled her up, and she couldn’t help but rock her hips, fucking herself on his fingers as they talked about her.

Hell, that was hot too, how they talked about her like she wasn’t even there. Like she couldn’t answer for herself, which, she wasn’t even sure she would be able to. Not with how he pumped into her, scissoring his fingers, stretching her open.

A third finger teased at her entrance, and she stilled, leaning forward to rest her head on Wooyoung’s shoulder. Her face turned to nuzzle into his neck, lips brushing the soft skin, hands coming up to pull down the neck of his shirt. The smell of his cologne wafted up her nose alongside the smell of her own arousal as he slowly pressed the third finger inside her, her head going fuzzy at the mix.

The stretch had her nails digging into his shoulders as she moaned out, teeth biting down on his collarbone. He grunted, the heel of his palm pressing up to grind against her clit. “Fuck,” she whispered out, hips shifting, rocking against his hand. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers?” She nodded. Her hips stuttered, stilled as she felt her orgasm approaching, felt the tightening in her belly. Wooyoung’s hand swept up her body, settling at the back of her neck, his fingers picking up pace inside her. “Be a good girl, then, sweetheart. Cum all over my hand.”

Her pussy clamped down and she couldn’t breath for a moment as her orgasm washed over her. Whole body tingling, sounds around her muffled as her ears rang, eyes shut tight. Her back arched, voice cracking as she shouted out her pleasure, murmuring out curses as Wooyoung pushed her orgasm further, fingers never ceasing, slowing only when she fell against him, body lax and sated, unable to stop the noises from falling from her throat.

A low chuckle rang through the quiet of the room at the whine she released upon the fingers pulling out of her, and Wooyoung smoothed his hand down her back. “Was it good?” he asked softly, teeth nibbling at her ear.

“Mhm,” she hummed, still trying to regain her breathing as the sensations continued to roll through her. “Fuck.” Her face nuzzled into his neck again, that intoxicating scent once again filling her nose as she breathed her way back down to earth.

She squeaked when arms wrapped around her waist and she was suddenly hoisted up out of Wooyoung’s lap and into the air, her back meeting a warm, hard chest. “My turn, darling,” San growled into her ear.

She couldn’t help but giggle, exhilarated at the show of strength and still floating in the aftermath of her orgasm, as he carried her down a short hallway and through an open doorway. He tossed her onto a bed before she had time to look around herself, shrieking as she bounced on the soft mattress, a soft blanket puffing up around her. Her gaze tracked the two men as they filled the room, as one went one way and the other approached her.

“If I do something you don’t like,” San murmured, crawling over her, “and if there’s something you want me to do, tell me, okay?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head as she gazed up at him. “Of course.”

His half-lidded eyes scanned over her face and he groaned. “Gonna kiss you,” he declared, swooping down before she could say anything in response.

There was no teasing in this kiss, barely any lead up, just harsh presses and nibbling teeth and hands all over her. His tongue swept into her open, panting mouth, curled around her own briefly, before he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. She moaned, gripped his shoulders, kneaded the muscles there.

His kisses trailed from her mouth, down her jaw, down her neck. She tingled with every scrape of teeth, each time he sucked her skin into his mouth. She hoped there would be marks as his rough hands smoothed down her sides, gripped her hips tight enough to still her. He moved down her belly, dipping his tongue into her belly button for a moment. Moved down to bite the soft skin of the inside of her thighs, sucking harshly at the edge of her panties. Again right at the crease where her hip and thigh met.

He kissed her pussy right through her soaked panties, looked up at her through heavy lidded eyes. He stared, fingers just playing with the soft lace, brushing his thumb up to press against her clit. Her back arched just as Wooyoung finally walked into the bedroom. She watched him walk inside, right to a chair in the corner. He sat the way he did out in the living room, leaned back in all that casual sexiness, those thighs spread wide.

San grunted, bit her thigh a little harder than he had previously. She cried out, thighs closing around his head before he was able to hold them open. “Look at me, darling,” he murmured, shoving her thighs open with a heated glare.

She simply nodded, breathless and unable to find any words for a response, especially when his fingers finally started pulling her panties down her legs. Hot kisses followed the fabric, all the way down to her ankle. He threw the fabric behind him without a single glance back, seeming to find her nakedness much more interesting. His hands trailed up, calluses dragging against her skin delightfully, raising goosebumps. “So fucking pretty,” he sighed, pushing her legs up, wrapping his arms around her thighs to pull her into him.

A squeal slipped from her as she slid down the mattress, a moan following when his clothed cock pressed into her wetness. He rutted against her, leaning down to pull one of her nipples into his mouth. His teeth bit, tongue rolled over the erect bud, mouth suctioned.

Her hands found his hair, tugged as her hips bucked up at a particularly harsh suck. “San,” she whined breathlessly, shaking hands frantically pushing at his opened shirt. “Sannie, please.”

He chuckled, the sound low and right from his chest. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got you.” She watched in impatient awe as he stood to undress, first shrugging out of his shirt, then pulling down his pants and underwear. She watched as he crawled back into the bed, muscles shifting beautifully beneath his skin. Watched as he kneeled between her still spread legs, one hand coming down to encircle his cock, the other coming to hold her thigh in place. “Ready?” he asked.

Rora nodded emphatically, and she knew she must look desperate. She didn’t care. She was desperate. Soso desperate and empty and she needed that cock inside her. “Please,” she said again.

He cooed at her, hand rubbing soothing circles into her skin as he shifted closer to rub the head of his cock through her folds. “Of course, darling. Just relax for me.” He waited for her to take a breath, and then he was sliding home in one smooth stroke.

The stretch was mind melting. She couldn't even breathe, couldn’t find a sound, as her head tossed back, stuck between thankful and frustrated when he held himself still to let her adjust to being full.

“There you go.” San’s voice rumbled, his hands smoothing over her skin, gripping her hips tightly. At her first gasping breath, he started to move, full, long thrusts that left her brainless and boneless and so full of pleasure. “Feel good?” he asked, palm flattening against her lower belly, thumb finding her clit.

She moaned, twitched as his thumb circled there, not touching directly, but enough to have her clenching around him. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered. “Oh, fuck yes. Sannie, feels so good.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, picking up pace, hips hitting her ass with sharp slapping sounds that filled the silent room.

“Oh, come on. Is that all you’ve got, Sannie?” Wooyoung’s voice rumbled out suddenly, tone mocking. She threw her head back, choking on a moan when San gave a particularly sharp thrust in response.

“Fuck you,” San hissed out, lowering himself down over her, elbows propped on either side of her head. His biceps bulged as he shifted, head dipping down to leave little bites over her breasts, up to her neck, teeth digging in hard enough to bruise. She cried out, hands flying up to grab at his arms, nails digging in. He groaned at that, the sound reverberating in her ear and she couldn’t help but moan in response, the sound so fucking sexy.

Wooyoung laughed, low and dark. “No,” he rasped out. His voice was breathy, and she opened her eyes, head tilting further to look around San’s broad shoulders at him. He was still splayed out in the chair in the corner, legs wide as he palmed himself through his tight, tight pants. Fuck, the sight was so hot, and she wanted to be on his lap again. She imagined his hands in her hair, grip tight, as she slid down to the floor between his knees. She almost gasped when his eyes locked with hers and he sent her a wink, tongue darting out over his bottom lip. Captivating her. She watched as he spoke again, head tilting back to bare his throat as he palmed himself once again. “Fuck her.”

San grunted, stopping suddenly, leaving her to gasp, gaze going back to him, eyes wide, pleading. “San?” she whispered out, but he didn’t answer her, instead withdrawing from her entirely, the only thing keeping them connected being his hands as they trailed up her sides to grasp at her arms. “Oh!” she exclaimed as he pulled her up, manhandling her first onto her knees, then down so that her face was pressed against the covers.

“How about you shut your fucking mouth, Woo,” San said, hissing as he, in one swift push, filled her once again, pausing only a moment before setting up a fast pace. His hand came down against her ass, the harsh slap echoing around the room.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed out, moans muffled by the thick blankets covering the mattress. “Again.” She panted, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Please!”

San’s hand raised then flew back down in another slap, right on the other cheek, and Wooyoung chuckled as she cried out, her hands reaching out in front of herself to grasp the blanket in tight fists. “Manhandling and spanking, hmm? Want someone to pull your hair too?”

“Yesyesyes,” she said, gasping loudly when her hair was suddenly caught in a tight fist, yanking her head up off the bed. Her eyes flew open at the sting in her scalp, tears threatening to wet her lashes as she scrambled to brace herself at the sudden move. Wooyoung was standing there, leaning over her so that his face was centimeters away from her own, their noses brushing. The faintest bit of alcohol tinged his breath, but she didn’t mind, far too lost in his eyes to care. The hungry look in them as they looked over her face. Her cheeks burned at his perusal, but she didn’t protest.

She did go still, however, letting San fully take over in that moment. The strong hands gripping her hips tightened, lifting them higher in the air, and San slowed. The slow drag of his cock was delicious, making her shiver, eyes nearly rolling back, lashes fluttering, as she moaned.

Wooyoung tugged on her hair again, tipping her head back further. “Look at me.” Her lashes fluttered open almost immediately. “Good girl,” he murmured, trailing a finger down her cheek lightly. He took in the flush in her cheeks, spreading down her neck to her chest, disappearing between her heavy, swaying breasts. “And so, so pretty, hmm? Taking Sannie’s cock so well.”

Her breath puffed out in a moan, head going light between his words and the slow glide of San’s cock. “Yeah,” she mumbled out, unable to say anything else. She was burning, burning from the inside out, unable to take a full breath.

“Stop, San,” Wooyoung said, voice soft, but the command was evident. “Our pretty girl is floating a little too high right now, and we can’t have that happening just yet.”

San’s movements stopped entirely, and she huffed, a pout falling onto her face. To her relief, he didn’t pull out, instead gripping her and pulling her hips tightly against his own. “No,” she said, panting for air, trying to calm herself down. “M’okay.”

The coo that came from Wooyoung’s lips was condescending at best, and she closed her eyes as his hand released its grip on her hair, fingers smoothing her hair from her sweat-sticky face. “If you say so.” He chuckled, fingers once again on her face, tracing her pouted lower lip, pulling it down until her teeth showed. “Come back down a little bit, sweetheart. Breathe for us.”

Her eyes fluttered open at the move, doing as he said. One breath, two, her eyes locked with his. They were sparkling, so damn captivating that she almost forgot about San, the only reminder being the flexing of his grip on her. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward. The cock in her shifted, the man behind her groaning. A moan vibrated in her chest, her tongue poking out to brush against the skin pressed against her mouth. Wooyoung’s pupils expanded, dilated, lips parting, ticking up at the corners, as he puffed out a breath.

“Want something in your mouth, sweetheart? Sannie’s cock filling you up just not enough for you?”

She nearly trembled at his words, loving the way the words dripped like spiced honey from his lips. “Please.” The word fell from her throat without a single thought, wrapped in a high-pitched moan, and had both men groaning. She could feel the muscles of her pussy gripping at San’s cock, fluttering around him as he remained still.

San’s grip on her tightened, released, his hands sliding up the length of her back. His nails dragged on her skin when his touch moved back down, pebbling her skin with goosebumps. Her body moved of its own accord, rocking, pushing back to take his cock as deep as possible.

A slap connected with her thigh, and she cried out at the sting. “Stop moving,” San said, voice low, gruff.

“Please,” she whimpered out, and hands once again moved over her, tracking up to settle at her waist, gripping tight, tight enough to leave bruises. Her eyes–wide, dazed, desperate–looked up at Wooyoung. She could feel tears threatening to well up. “Fuck me, please.”

Wooyoung’s fingers traced her parted lips again, head tilting. “You sound so fucking pretty when you beg, sweetheart,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “Doesn’t she, Sannie?” Even when he addressed the other man, he kept looking at her. She felt her skin flush at the attention, felt her pussy clamp down around San’s cock, felt him throb inside of her.

“So fucking pretty,” San agreed, shifting behind her, pulling her closer as he sat back on his heels so that she was nearly seated in his lap, his cock sliding ridiculously deeper. Her eyes threatened to roll back at the move.

“What do you think?” Wooyoung asked, eyes leaving her to look at San over her head. “Should we give her what she wants?”

San hummed. “And what does she want?”

She whined, head dipping down to rest on the bed, strands of her hair sticking to the fabric of his pants. A thrill rushed through her at the knowledge that he was still fully dressed. That the only parts of his skin that she had seen were what he had already allowed her to see. Fuck, she wanted to see more. Wanted to see him. Wondered what he looked like, what his cock looked like. What it would feel like. Taste like. How nicely it would fill her up.

Wooyoung’s eyes fell back to her, two fingers tapping at her bottom lip, all her senses settling back on the movement. Her lips parted, and she had to resist the urge to take them into her mouth, wanting the pressure of them against her tongue. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Wanna cum,” she said softly, eyes wide, pleading, as they locked with his own. “Please, wanna cum. Want your fingers in my mouth and want you to watch me make a mess all over Sannie’s cock.”

“Watch, hmm?” His head tilted, long hair tickling his cheekbones in a way that only made him look sexier in the dim lighting of the bedroom. His fingers tapped her lower lip lightly. “Open up, sweetheart,” he said.

All too excitedly, she opened her mouth, unable to breath through the moan in her chest as the two digits slid over her tongue. She could taste herself on his skin, and her lashes fluttered when he pressed further into her mouth. She moaned, lips closing around his fingers as she sucked on them.

“Such a good girl for telling us what you want,” Wooyoung said, his other hand smoothing down her hair. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see him glancing at San with a smirk. “Let’s give it to her, hmm?”

“Fuck yes,” San hissed out, gripping her tighter as he leaned over her. His hips pressed tightly against her ass, forcing her back to arch almost painfully, pushing his cock somehow deeper. She whimpered as one of his hands curled around her throat, pulling her head back further. He nosed at her ear with a groan. “Kept my cock warm long enough, hmm? Ready to cum, darling?”

Her whine echoed around the room as she nodded her head, slightly too enthusiastically, and she gagged lightly on the fingers in her mouth, causing them to retreat just the slightest bit. San’s chest rumbled against her back, his breath puffing out against her neck as he laughed. “Got a little too excited there? Are you okay, darling?”

She hummed, nodding a little more carefully this time, wide eyes locked with Wooyoung’s, practically pleading when he pulled the fingers from her mouth. San hummed and pushed himself up to kneel behind her once again, hips starting up a slow roll. “Words,” San said, soft touch running up her back. “God, so sexy.”

She shivered at his touch, at his words, moaning softly when his nails dragged the length of her skin, hoping there would be some marks left behind for her to admire the next day, hopefully for longer. “M’okay,” she finally breathed out, hips shifting of their own accord. “Please. Fuck me, please.”

“Sound so pretty begging for Sannie, don’t you?” His fingers, still wet with her spit, trailed her jaw and down her neck. The touch was barely there, almost ticklish, and sent goosebumps along her skin. Her head tilted the best that it could without lifting herself up on her shaky arms, his palm spanning the side of her neck, thumb brushing her throat. “What is it, sweetheart?”

She huffed as her words died on her tongue, unable to think properly with San’s cock finally gliding through her walls, a whine building up in her throat. Her face burned, throat working as she breathed through the pleasure, face falling into the bed when San gave a sudden sharp thrust.

“Pull her up, San,” Wooyoung suggested.

He was quick in following, hands hooking around her arms and hoisting her up into the air.

“Holy shit,” she moaned out, head tipping back as she clenched around him at the move, at the tightening of his grip on her to keep her in place, at the way the shift in position had her tightening around his cock. The change in angle sent him deeper inside her, and she could barely breathe as he thrust inside her.

Wooyoung climbed onto the bed to kneel in front of her, and her eyes opened, going right to his face. She watched as his gaze locked on the way her breasts bounced with each thrust before moving up to her bared throat. His hand was there, fingers brushing over the skin lightly as his eyes bore into her own.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” he asked, thumb running along her jaw. “A hand around your pretty throat?”

“Plea-” her response was interrupted as she cried out. San let one of her arms go, a sturdy arm going around her waist, just beneath her breasts to hold her up against his front, his thrusts gaining strength, speed. Her body grew hotter as the sounds of his hips snapping against her ass, his deep groans and moans echoed in the room. “Please,” she said again, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as the pleasure grew more and more.

The pressure on her throat was euphoric, and her eyes rolled back, choked moans spilling from her lips when fingers massaged at her sensitive clit. The sounds coming from her were sharp, almost sobs, as she felt her orgasm growing. “Oh my god, please,” she babbled out, hips moving with San’s. “Wanna cum, please.”

“Fuck,” San panted in her ear. “Yeah? Such a good girl. Come all over my cock.”

“Make a mess all over Sannie’s cock, sweetheart.”

Her lashes fluttered, opened to look at Wooyoung once more. He looked glorious. Skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, lips parted as his breath puffed out in soft moans. His pants were undone, hand fisting his cock as he watched her falling apart against San. The sight alone made her moan, cry out, sob as her orgasm ripped through her, nails digging into San’s skin.

The room was spinning as the fingers on her clit pushed her further and further up, a hand fisting in her hair as two sets of moans filled her ears, one deep and gravelly the other more husky and breathy. Both so damn sexy.

She clenched around San’s cock, heart thumping harshly in her chest as he pistoned in and out of her spasming pussy. The pace was fast, rough. She couldn’t keep up, simply allowing him to use her to satiate his needs.

“Cum again.” The words were spoken roughly in her ear, the hand on her throat tightening as breathy moans came from in front of her. She wanted to see, to watch Wooyoung finish. But she couldn’t open her eyes. Not with how quickly she was tumbling right back over the edge. Fingers circled her clit quickly, retreating only for a slap to be delivered to her sensitive pussy. “Cum again, dirty girl. I can feel you. So close, hmm? Cum.” Another slap was delivered, and she cried out, back arching, letting the feelings consume her. It only took one more stinging slap to her clit and she was screaming through another orgasm, almost doubling over with the strength of it, with how overwhelming it was as San continued thrusting, the only thing holding her up being his grip on her hair and Wooyoung’s hand at her throat.

She was floating, barely there as both of them finished. Whining as San withdrew from her, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing as his cum covered her back, slipping down the slope of her ass. Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see Wooyoung throw his head back, the sexiest fucking groan slipping through parted lips as he came all over his hand.

Heavy breathing filled sex-scented air, a head falling to rest on her shoulder from behind and the hand at her throat sweeping up to brush along her face lightly. Her head was still spinning as the two men settled her belly down onto the soft mattress, whimpering when the warmth at her back disappeared.

“Hush, sweetheart,” Wooyoung murmured, passing a hand through her hair. “We gotta clean up now. We wouldn’t wanna be all sticky, would we?”

She hummed in response, letting her eyes flutter closed as he gently massaged her scalp. She let herself drift, groggy and sated, not even responding when a warm cloth was passed over her skin, cleaning the cum from her. She barely registered the shuffling on the mattress as the two men switched places.

“Darling, you gotta get up.” San said softly, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek, pushing strands of her hair behind her ear. “We need to get some water and a snack into you and clean you up a bit.”

Rora whined in response, but fluttered her eyes open to look up at him. His face was still red, expression soft, dimples threatening to peek out. “Should I leave after?” She asked despite the way her chest went heavy with just the thought. Her brows were furrowed, fingers messing with the wrinkled blanket under her, grogginess leaving her as her heart sped up in her chest. For whatever reason, she really didn’t want to leave

“Only if you want to,” he replied, hands running along her spent body to help her sit up. She winced as she moved, cheeks warming as her spent muscles stretched, a dull throbbing between her legs. “You okay?” he asked, chuckling softly as her face twisted, a pout settling on her lips.

“M’fine,” she mumbled, rubbing her red cheeks. Her eyes shifted to the doorway when she saw movement from the corner of her eyes, seeing Wooyoung standing there with a glass of water in hand.

“Drink up,” Wooyoung said, settling on her other side and passing the glass over to her. “Then we can go look for some food and talk about if we want this to just be a one time thing or not.”

She blinked at him before turning to blink at San next. The confusion must have been clear on her face, because he sent her a sweet smile. “Did you really think we would just let you walk away after sex that great?” He chuckled as her face went red. Again. “Come on, darling. Finish your water. We can give you some comfy clothes to borrow, and get some food in you, then we can talk about it, hmm?”

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