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[forest-hashira]

Mating Season

back with my final entry for my love in the air omegaverse event! it's also technically a sequel to this fic that i wrote for a different omegaverse event last spring. it's not necessary to read that one first, but for anyone who's into hybrid smut, that one's like 8k words, so. more for you to enjoy! i hope this sequel measures up to the original, bc i once again let the horny gremlin take over and write most of this for me lmao. enjoy this madnesss 💜

event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~3.5k | cw: omegaverse, hybrid au (fox!suguru/bunny!satoru/bunny!reader), gn afab reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha!suguru/omega!satoru/omega!reader, gojo cries & not in a sexy way, mating cycles/in heat (gojo + reader), intersex omega (gojo has a pussy + a dick), established relationship, oral sex (satoru receiving), threesome, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, creampies, heavy breeding kink, knotting, reader & satoru referred to as "mommy" once. 18+ only, minors & ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.

When Satoru’s heat had started, you’d waved Suguru off, promising to take care of your fellow bunny until your alpha returned from work. He’d hesitated at first, understandably, but when he saw the way Satoru nuzzled into you and relaxed, his tail twitching happily, his worries seemed to ease a bit. Unfortunately for you, though, that had just been the calm before the storm. Almost as soon as your omega mate shed most of his clothes to keep from overheating too badly, his scent filled the room, even more syrupy-sweet than usual because of his heat. It practically had your mouth watering, and you knew from the moment that Satoru had given you his pleading puppy look, fingers playing with the waistband of your pants, that you were a goner.

What you hadn’t really expected, though, was for your own heat to rear its ugly head while Satoru worked you open with his fingers. The combination of his pheromones and the way he babbled between kisses about needing to breed was apparently enough to make your body get with the program. You felt fire flicker to life in your core, and you whined needily into his mouth, suddenly as desperate as he was. 

He swore into the kiss, pulling away to stare down at you, the stunning cerulean of his eyes now only a thin ring around his pupils. You stared back up at him wordlessly, panting and rolling your hips down to meet his fingers. When he added a third and curled the digits into your sweet spot, your back arched off the bed, a nearly inhuman noise escaping your lips.

“Satoru,” you cried out, squirming at his touch even as your body relaxed a bit more. “‘S too hot in here…”

“‘Cause you’ve still got your clothes on,” he replied, though he made no move to help you out of them, just watched your pussy greedily clench around his fingers, clearly eager for more.

“Then help me out of them!” you replied indignantly, trying to pull your shirt over your head and only managing to get the fabric twisted around your ears. “Satoru,” you whined again, bumping his side with your knee. “‘M all tangled.”

The other bunny looked up at you then, and he did his best to help you get out of your shirt without hurting you, but he refused to quit fingering you even for a second, so it took the pair of you a good thirty seconds to finally toss the offending fabric onto the floor. Having not put on a bra after waking up, you were now completely bare beneath your mate, and he quickly buried his face in your chest, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. The feeling of his fluffy hair and soft ears brushing across your skin had you gasping and trying to wiggle away from the ticklish sensation.

“Where you tryin’ t’go, little bunny?” Satoru asked, tilting his head slightly to look up at you. “Don’t you like when I touch you?”

Heat flooded your face, leaving every inch of you burning over your circumstances. “Tickles,” you told him after a moment, threading your finger through his hair and pushing it back from his face.

“My little bunny’s sooo sensitive,” he teased, a glint in his eye, but he had a bit of mercy on you, lifting his head to capture your lips in another heated kiss instead. When you sighed into him, he took advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth and curling his fingers hard against your sweet spot. The way you jolted and moaned into him made him moan, too, and he rocked his hips down against yours.

“Please,” you panted, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. “Fuck, ‘toru, need more. Need you to fill me up, please.” With every passing moment, your heat was further clouding your mind, narrowing your focus to the burning need to be filled by your mate, to be knotted and bred until you couldn’t move anymore.

Feeling just as desperate as you with the need to breed, Satoru obliged your plea, pulling his fingers from your pussy and guiding his aching cock into you in their place. The glide as he pressed forward was effortless, your body already dripping slick even though your heat had barely even started. 

You moaned at the faint stretch as he filled you, immediately rolling your hips up to meet him; if he didn’t start fucking you right away you thought you might cry. Thankfully, though, your fellow omega either got the hint, or was just as frantic for relief as you were, and he began driving into you in earnest. The bedroom quickly filled with a symphony of your moans and Satoru’s grunts and whines. You were vaguely aware of your own voice begging your fellow bunny to breed you, and his only partially intelligible responses, and before you knew it, an orgasm was racing through you, leaving you shaking beneath your mate as you clawed at his back and cried out his name. 

The feeling of you clenching around his cock was enough to send Satoru toppling over the edge. He bit down on your shoulder as he spilled into you, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to leave a mark. His hips never quite stilled even as he came, and a few moments passed with the two of you breathing hard against each other’s skin. Despite each of you having had a rather intense orgasm, the voracity of your heats failed to ease at all. If you’d been in a more rational state of mind, it wouldn’t have been a surprise – you hadn’t gotten the knot you craved, and Satoru had yet to experience any sort of attention to his own pussy – but with your minds muddled by hormones, all you felt was upset. 

“Satoru…” you whined, rolling your hips up against him, one hand threading into his sweaty white hair. “Please, need more… Need you to breed me, need your babies…”

“Fuck, yeah, need it too,” he mumbled into your neck, beginning to move his his hips again almost immediately, his pace just as desperate as before. 

Lost to the pleasure of being filled over and over, one round blurring into the next, you found yourselves losing track of time; the only thing that mattered to either of you was breeding, the need so deep and intense that it threatened to eat you from the inside. There wasn’t a moment that Satoru wasn’t inside you, and that you weren’t clinging to him; the air of your bedroom filled with the scent of your shared heat and the breathless panting and moaning of each other’s names as you tried to ease the fire you both felt in your core.

What clued you in to the fact that the two of you were no longer alone wasn’t the sound of doors opening, or the sound of Suguru calling your names, letting you know he was home; it was his scent entering the room, spicy and smoky and soured with worry. 

You and Satoru both stilled for the first time in… you weren’t sure how long, and did your best to turn to him without separating from each other. Thankfully, he was already making his way to your bedside, and he dropped to his knees as soon as he reached you. 

“Oh, bunnies, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” he murmured, brows pinched and ears drooping; even through the haze of your heat you could tell he was upset, and likely feeling guilty. You really couldn’t have that. 

Weakly, you reached out towards him, a soft whine of what hopefully resembled his name escaping you. He was quick to take your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before cradling it to his cheek. He searched your face for a moment, then turned his attention to Satoru, whose cheek now rested against your own as he panted soft, quick breaths. When Suguru’s hand came to rest on his other cheek, his eyes fluttered shut and he whined. 

“Alpha,” you pleaded, weakly wrapping his own hand around his mate’s wrist. “Need your help… ‘s too hot without you…”

“Shh, sweet boy, it’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m going to take care of both of you, I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed the other man’s forehead, then your own, before standing once again. He made quick work of his own clothing, and once he was nude you were granted a fresh wave of his scent; the worry had faded a bit, replaced with arousal that was beginning to show itself in other ways, too. 

Without even thinking about it, you reached out again, brushing your fingers against his hip, hazy eyes locked on his half-hard cock. Before you could take it into your hand, though, he was moving to the foot of the bed. Grabbing your ankle with one hand and Satoru’s with the other, he tugged you closer to himself, causing you both to squeak in surprise.

Once he was satisfied with your proximity, he released you, and knelt once more. Though he was now out of your line of sight, it wasn’t difficult to realize what he was doing, especially based on the way your fellow bunny reacted

Satoru’s gasp quickly melted into a moan, and he rocked his hips back towards your alpha a bit, though he didn’t want to leave the welcoming heat of your cunt. 

Suguru, eager to make up for lost time, lapped at the omega’s pussy, drinking in the slick that dripped from him like he needed it to survive. When he moaned at the taste, Satoru’s hips bucked again, making you moan breathily beneath him. The alpha fully committed himself to the task before him, fucking the bunny relentlessly with his tongue, as if he were trying to apologize for leaving his mates wanting for so long. Though he wanted to close his eyes and fully lose himself in pleasuring his mate, the fox dutifully kept his gaze locked on Satoru’s snow-white tail as it twitched with pleasure; just like always, it twitched faster and faster as he grew closer to orgasm, until it was trembling nonstop. 

It wasn’t long until Satoru was gasping and moaning, babbling a half-garbled warning before he came, once again filling you as he cried out, the sound muffled by the skin of your throat. The feeling of him spilling into you again drew a soft moan from your lips, and you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around him, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. You watched over your fellow bunny’s shoulder as Suguru stood, lightly nipping the soft skin of Satoru’s ass on his way up. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his dark hair already tumbling around his shoulders, his half-bun fighting to keep any of the silky strands out of his face.

He caught your eye as he wiped your omega mate’s slick from his chin, and he smiled at you. “Has our bunny been taking care of you after triggering your heat?” he asked, his voice almost jarringly sweet.

You nodded in response, watching with hazy eyes as he removed the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to spill around his face like ink for a moment before gathering it all into a quick, somewhat messy bun once again. “Mm-hm,” you hummed after a moment, knowing that your alpha liked when you answered him verbally.

“Good,” the fox murmured, smiling down at you for a moment before turning his attention to the other omega. “What about you, Satoru? Has our little one been taking good care of you today?” As he spoke, he rubbed gentle circles at the small of Satoru’s back, just above his tail; he was almost as touchy as Satoru was when it came to the two of you, but he was much more subtle about it.

“Y-Yeah, they have,” the frosty haired bunny managed to pant after a moment, subtly pressing back into Suguru’s warm touch. “Need you, too alpha, please?”

You whined softly in agreement with Satoru’s words, reaching for Suguru once again; sure, you’d been bred practically nonstop by one of your mates for most of the day, but it wasn’t the same as having your alpha’s knot.

Suguru was quick to take your hand in his own, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your knuckles. “I know, sweet bunnies, I know, but I can only help one of you at a time.” He looked genuinely guilt stricken as he spoke, like it pained him deeply to know he would have to leave one of you wanting.

Apparently more lost to the haze of his heat hormones than you, Satoru let out a weak little sob against your throat at Suguru’s words. He arched his hips up a bit closer to your alpha as he practically begged, “Please, alpha, need you so bad… ‘m so empty, it hurts.”

The once pleasant aroma of all of your combined scents quickly soured, Satoru’s distress so intense that you could practically taste it. You immediately began scratching his scalp again, murmuring little assurances and massaging the base of his fluffy ears; anything you could think to do to soothe him, you did. He quieted the smallest amount under your touch, but it was clear that his heat hormones were really starting to mess with him.

Suguru swore quietly under his breath, and you glanced up at him, giving him a faint nod when you finally caught his eye; you were dying for his touch and attention, too, of course, but having Satoru breeding you for hours had taken the edge off your own heat enough that you could wait until your fellow omega was able to get the relief he was in such desperate need of. 

The alpha relaxed a bit when you gave him the go ahead, and he nodded back, his ears slowly easing from where they’d gone flat with worry over his distressed omega. “Shh, Satoru, it’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m here to take care of you now, it’s okay.” He resumed rubbing circles on the bunny’s back as he spoke, soothing his mate as much as he could before going any further. When Satoru calmed at his words, his touch easing more tension from his lithe frame, Suguru smiled a bit, seeming to relax a bit himself. Once he was satisfied, the fox shifted, one hand gently holding your fellow omega’s hip steady, the other guiding his cock towards the bunny’s slick cunt. 

“Deep breaths, bunny,” Suguru murmured, giving Satoru’s hip a gentle squeeze.

Satoru did as he was asked, taking in a deep, somewhat shaky breath, though the exhale quickly dissolved into a moan as the alpha finally gave him the attention – the relief – that he needed, slowly sliding into his tight, wet heat. “Fuck,” he whimpered, canting his hips back toward your alpha. “Feels so good…”

Both you and Suguru moaned in tandem, Satoru’s movement causing his cock to drag against your walls and dragging Suguru in deeper at the same time. When the fox was finally as deep as he could get, hips flush against your fellow bunny’s ass, he paused, letting out a few shaky breaths as he collected himself. Satoru’s tail twitched against his abdomen, and the alpha let out a soft, short growl, his ears twitching at the feeling; if you’d been less lost to your sudden heat and the pleasure of being full for so long, you’d have found it more amusing. 

The sound of Satoru whimpering is what finally got Suguru moving again. “Shh, bunny,” he soothed, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Settling both hands on the omega’s waist, he got a firm, though still gentle, grasp of his hips. “Gonna do all the work for you now, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Satoru murmured, allowing himself to melt into you a bit more. Though the weight of him relaxing further into you, coupled with the added weight of Suguru keeping you all pressed together, was more than you were used to, you had to admit you liked it; it was comforting, in an instinctual way you couldn’t quite articulate. Then your alpha followed through on your promise, and your head dropped back onto the pillow.

The way that your fox guided Satoru’s hips was incredible, the movements fluid but calculated, playing all three of your bodies like instruments; each roll of his hips had the tip of his cock pressing into your sweet spot, and if the breathy little moans that left your bunny’s lips were anything to go by, they also had Suguru’s cock pressing all the right buttons inside of Satoru. 

For a little while, the steady, fluid pace that Suguru set was perfect, but eventually Satoru began to grow impatient, letting out fussy little breaths and rocking his hips back a bit more forcefully into the fox. 

“Need it, alpha, please…” he whined, lifting his head from your neck, where he’d been pressing kisses and leaving little nips wherever he could reach. “‘M not gonna break, just give it to me.” Glancing over his shoulder at Suguru, he twitched his tail again, knowing the sensation would spur your mate on, just like it always did. 

Despite looking mostly composed still, you noticed his tail twitching behind him, one of his dark ears flicking in response to your omega’s words as well. “You need it, hm?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What is it that you need, Satoru? Need me to fuck you real good? Need me to make the heat pains go away for good? Need me to put a baby in you, make you a mommy? Is that what you need?” With each question, Suguru increased the pace he moved Satoru’s hips, making both of you moan beneath him. When the alpha referred to him as “mommy,” though, Satoru moaned even louder. The sound only seemed to spur Suguru on, and soon enough he was snapping his hips against your fellow omega’s with every thrust, though he made sure to still fuck the other bunny’s cock into you; he didn’t want to leave either of his mates wanting, after all. 

“I see,” he said, breathing a bit harder as he spoke. “You need me to breed you, huh? Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll make sure you’re so thoroughly bred during your heat that it’s impossible for you to not be carrying my baby.” He drove into the other man harder and harder with every thrust, which in turn made every thrust of Satoru’s hips more forceful. The tip of your omega mate’s cock was practically bruising your cervix, and it made stars burst across your vision. You could feel that coil tightening in your core once again, but it wasn’t quite enough to get you to your peak. 

“Please!” Satoru wailed, tears once again spilling down his cheeks. “Yes, please, alpha, fuck, want it so fucking bad…” He was practically babbling at this point, consumed by his instinct to be bred by his alpha to the point that nothing else mattered to him. 

“I’ll give it to you, Satoru, no need to cry,” the fox crooned, though there was the faintest hit of taunting in his tone. “Just need you to fill up our little one again, one last time. Gotta make them a mommy, too, yeah?”

As if all he’d been waiting for was permission to cum, your fellow bunny let out one choked sob of pleasure before his cock throbbed, then painted the inside of your pussy white again. 

The feeling of him filling you up again was enough to tip you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, clawing at his back as your vision whited out for a moment. You were dimly aware of Suguru swearing, then stopping the movement of both his own and Satoru’s hips. 

It was a few moments before you fully came back to yourself, and you turned your head, resting your damp forehead against Satoru’s sweat-sticky one. He bumped his nose lightly against yours, letting his lips ghost across yours – not quite a kiss, but as close as you could manage as you fought to catch your breath. 

Your gaze flitted upward again when you felt Suguru take your hand, lifting it to his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist right above your scent gland. He then leaned down a bit further, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s shoulder as he caught his own breath. 

You felt your ears droop with exhaustion, but your heart stuttered for a moment when you both heard and faintly felt your alpha’s low, rumbling purr as he laid over the two of you. Though you knew that soon the three of you would have to separate to get  cleaned up and to eat, for now you would bask in the afterglow of such an intense bout of lovemaking with your mates. When Satoru began to purr as well, you couldn’t help but join in; all was right between the three of you, and you were happy. Nothing else really mattered beyond that.

also special shoutout to @pastelle-rabbit & her post about bunny hybrids that i got permission to incorporate into this fic. hope i did that mental image justice for you friend 💜

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When a Man Loves a Woman

Cody Rhodes x Black OC

Summary: Cody shares heartfelt praise for wife Charm and surprises fans with baby news on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.

When a man loves a woman

Can't keep his mind on nothin' else

He'd trade the world

For the good thing he's found

On a brisk evening in New York City, under the bright lights of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, the audience sat in eager anticipation as the familiar upbeat music signaled the start of the late-night talk show. The charismatic host, Jimmy Fallon, was already seated behind his desk, wearing his signature grin as the applause echoed throughout the studio.

Tonight, there was an exciting buzz in the air. The guest making his way to the stage was none other than Cody Rhodes—wrestler, actor, television personality, co-founder, and former executive vice president of All Elite Wrestling (AEW). But it wasn't just his success in the ring that had the audience intrigued. Cody, with his sharp jawline and captivating smile, had been recently known not only for his athleticism but for his deeply sincere and romantic side. And tonight, that side was going to shine brightly.

As the lights dimmed and the cheers grew louder, Cody stepped onto the stage with his characteristic confidence, but there was something different about him tonight. He walked with a certain warmth in his demeanor, his eyes scanning the audience, and his smile more reflective than usual. It was clear that Cody was not just there to talk about his career or the latest wrestling events but to share something far more personal.

"Alright, alright, settle down, settle down, everyone. Cody Rhodes is in the house!" Jimmy said, raising his arms in playful mock enthusiasm. He extended a hand to Cody, who shook it firmly but with a touch of humbleness that was characteristic of him.

"Good to see you, man," Jimmy continued as they both sat down. "I have to say, I’m super excited to have you here tonight. I’ve been following your journey for a long time now—on the wrestling front, of course, but also with everything that’s been happening off-screen. You've got quite the life going on."

Cody chuckled, nodding slightly. "It’s been a wild ride, Jimmy, I’ll tell you that."

The conversation shifted naturally to Cody’s success in his return to WWE in March 2022. But despite the success and accolades that surrounded him, one thing was clear as the interview continued—Cody’s heart was not just with his work in the ring, but with a person who, in his eyes, was everything to him.

Jimmy, with his signature inquisitive nature, couldn't help but notice the way Cody’s gaze softened whenever he mentioned his wife, Charm Rhodes. It was almost as though there was a shift in the atmosphere when the topic came up. And, naturally, Jimmy was quick to pick up on this.

"So, Cody," Jimmy began, with a mischievous grin, "I have to ask—everyone knows you're a pretty tough guy in the ring, but how did you manage to land someone as... well, as amazing as Charm Rhodes? I mean, come on, the woman is an actress, a singer, a television personality, and did I mention she's also a former chief brand officer and executive vice president of AEW? That’s a lot of incredible things. How’d you do it?"

Cody’s eyes lit up at the mention of his wife. He paused for a moment, his expression shifting to one of profound affection. The smile that spread across his face wasn’t just the typical grin of a proud husband—it was something far more intimate, an expression that only someone who deeply loves another could wear.

"Man," Cody began, his voice taking on a tone of awe. "It’s beyond my comprehension that a schmuck like me got this damn lucky in life." His hands instinctively gestured as if trying to express just how miraculous it felt. "I’ve been with Charm for 18 years and married to her for 17, and, honestly, with each passing day, she becomes more insanely beautiful in every way. It just doesn’t stop. I’m obsessed with every ounce of this woman’s being. I mean, it’s everything, Jimmy. Her presence... it’s just otherworldly."

The audience, who had been quietly listening, now began to murmur with appreciation. It was clear from Cody’s words, and the palpable emotion behind them, that this wasn’t just a surface-level compliment. He wasn’t just talking about his wife in passing; he was pouring out his admiration, his gratitude, and his love for the woman who had been by his side for nearly two decades.

Cody’s voice grew softer, and his eyes seemed to search for the right words. "She’s the whole package, Jimmy," he continued, his tone rich with sincerity. "And she’s so much more. She’s not just an incredible wife, but she’s an amazing mother to our kids. Her loyalty, her devotion to me and our children... it’s something most people only dream of having. I’m still bewildered that I get to wake up next to her every single day."

The audience, sensing the depth of Cody's admiration, was quiet, captivated by the genuine emotion flowing from him. Jimmy leaned in, clearly moved by the moment.

"Wow," Jimmy said, his voice full of admiration. "That’s beautiful, man. You’re head over heels for her. But I have to ask—what does she think of all this? I mean, you’re laying it on pretty thick."

Cody laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that rang out through the studio. "Oh, believe me, Jimmy," he said, shaking his head with a playful grin. "She thinks I’m making it up most of the time. She’s so modest, so humble, that she truly doesn’t see what I do and always have." He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if he were reminiscing about something very particular. "It’s hard to get her to understand just how incredible she is because she just doesn’t see it. And that, in itself, is what makes her even more amazing."

At that, the audience laughed along, charmed by the way Cody spoke about his wife, almost as though he were still in disbelief at how lucky he had gotten in life. It was clear that, despite all of his achievements and recognition, it was Charm who had captured his heart, who had anchored him through it all.

As the conversation continued, the tone shifted a bit, and Jimmy, ever the skilled interviewer, steered the dialogue toward the future. "So, Cody," Jimmy asked, a grin creeping across his face, "with everything you’ve got going on, are you thinking about expanding the family anytime soon?"

Cody’s eyes widened slightly, as though the question took him by surprise. He hesitated for a moment, and a faint blush spread across his face. Then, as if realizing he was already far enough along in the conversation to make such a revelation, he spoke again—this time in a quieter voice, his words laced with gentle excitement.

"Well," Cody began, a small smile playing on his lips. "Funny you should ask, Jimmy." He leaned forward slightly, looking directly at the host with a grin that seemed to convey both pride and excitement. "I... uh, I guess it’s about time I let everyone know." He glanced down, almost as if checking himself before making the next admission. "We’re expecting our third child."

The room fell into a brief, stunned silence before erupting into applause. Jimmy’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected announcement.

"Wait a minute," Jimmy said, his voice full of mock disbelief. "You’re telling me that Charm is pregnant? With your third child?"

Cody nodded, a genuine, glowing smile now stretched across his face. "Yeah," he confirmed, his voice thick with emotion. "We’re beyond excited. It’s a huge blessing, and honestly, it’s just... it’s overwhelming in the best possible way."

The audience, sensing the significance of the moment, broke into cheers, applauding the news of the Rhodes family’s newest addition. Jimmy, ever the playful host, was quick to make a joke.

"Well, it looks like you two are going to have your hands full soon," he said, laughing. "But with a love like that, Cody, I have no doubt the kid’s going to be a star."

Cody chuckled, nodding in agreement. "That’s the plan," he said with a wink. "We’re just hoping the baby takes after Charm more than me."

As the conversation continued, it was clear that the bond between Cody and Charm was something special—something that transcended not only their public personas but also their individual successes. Cody’s love for his wife, his reverence for her strength and beauty, and his gratitude for their life together painted a picture of a relationship built on mutual respect, admiration, and deep, unshakeable love.

The interview closed with Jimmy sending his well-wishes to the Rhodes family, and Cody smiling broadly as he thanked the host. As the show wrapped up, the lights dimmed, and the audience left the studio buzzing not only about the latest wrestling news but about the very real, very tender love story unfolding in front of their eyes—a story of two people who, despite their fame and success, were truly living their dream.

charmrhodes and americannightmarecody

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charmrhodes Well, well, well… we’ve been keeping a little secret for a while, but today’s the day we finally get to share it with all of you! Cody and I are beyond thrilled to announce that we’re expecting a baby! Cherish and Carter are already so excited to welcome our little one into the family. Here’s to new beginnings, sleepless nights, and all the joy that comes with the most wonderful surprise life can offer. Thank you all for your love and support — we can’t wait for Baby C to arrive! Stay tuned… our little bundle of joy is coming soon!

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Tiffany Stratton and Fallon Henley (NXT 09/01/2024)

[elles-home]

for absolutely no reason other than the fact i dont want to study for a final i have tomorrow, i started writing a modern au acesan where ace is a late night tv host and sanji is a celebrity cook making an appearance

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Who knew that four twinks from Michigan would ruin my life by simply existing

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rooting around my piles of WIPs seeing which one sparks joy

[oliviasecrets]

This is life

V part one

“ the thing is that I don’t understand why I can’t go out with a friend for coffee without being seen as a date”

“y/n we’ve been through this you are not a normal person and you know it”

“Liv I honestly don’t know what to do, first this guy comes into my life and not just any guy he’s someone I’ve dreamed for a while I used to be fan I went to his concert I went through the fan girl stage, he makes me thing something could happen between us and you know his been ghosting me for 8 days. Eight fucking days I’m actually surprise we did click when he came to my apartment and yeah maybe I went out for coffee with Tim to get into Jack nerves I want him to actually want me, and yea before you tell me I know that was a very high school move from my part but I don’t care anymore.” You eventually took a breath everything was building up in you and you really had to take a break

“Baby I understand what you’re going through and yes I know that was a very immature move from your part but I beg you please make my job a little bit less stressful”

You giggles at what your friend just said “Liv I think I could really use a small vacation, at least just the weekend with my family” there was a long silence on the other side of the phone “I’ll see what I can do y/n I don’t promise anything but here’s what I’ll do for you, let’s take a bit of an advantage of the media already calling you a “slut” go out drink a lil party lol have fun okay I don’t care who you go out with but at least get laid that will help with the stress”

“Liv are you kidding me?! First of all I can’t go out I have work tomorrow and second of all ew I would just get laid with a random guy”

“Wanna bet on that y/n”

“Okay that was just one time and it was Vegas I had to do it”

“If you say so but please don’t do anything to brittney let’s just keep it low key okay?”

“I promise and thank you again for dealing with my shit I love Liv”

“I love you too bitch”

Hmm go out huh I mean the nightlife in nyc is the shit but who should I call to go out. I can check on Alex she’s down for anything but I think she has a new boyfriend so that’s probably a no. I can also call Em she’s known for being hot and messing around with hoy guys including harry styles.

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Incoming FaceTime call from emrata

“Hey love”

“Y/n are you kidding or do you really wanna go out and have fun”

“I knew I called the right person for this but yeah I’ve had a rough week I just wanna dance drink and hopefully end up in someone’s bed”

“Oh y/n I think I just fell in love with you, but okay let’s do it meet me at my place by 8 we could do a bit of a bar hopping first then we get into the real shit”

“I’ll be there by 8 love you em”

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Surprise, surprise, Jack and Urban had just arrived at New York City’s airport ready to have a bit of fun. Some thing I did not know was that Jack had an appearance this night at Jimmy Fallon’s making him be in New York will things go the way you wanted to or will it be an interesting night you would regret tomorrow, but at least you had fun and you did end up in someone’s bed.

“Urb harry up we have 3 hours left before the show and I really wanna surprise y/n”

“Jack please just stop and think things through she doesn’t want to see your ass you gaslighted her then ended up ghosted her she’s with that actor now you lost your chance”

And in fact Jack couldn’t stop thing about that were you really with Timothee was he just your friend, what was going on that’s why he was determined to stop by and see you but he never actually thought what if he showed up to your door and you were fucking someone else that was something he wouldn’t recover from

“Don’t say that I’ve just been busy and haven’t had the time to reached out”

“If you say so lover boy but what I’m doing to tell you is that expect jimmy to ask you about y/n just so you are prepared”

“Yeah I know nilam talked me through that already

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So excited for this probably gonna upload the next part tomorrow !!!!

[splendidsupernova]

THE 100 OCS — FROM THE CONFLATE SERIES AND FIREHEART

Ares is infamous for a crime he didn't commit.

Caleb wants to prove to everyone that he has changed.

Fallon is hell-bent on staying true to herself even as the world tries to make her hateful.

Kiernan had deemed the prison sentence was worth protecting his friend, and he doesn't regret a thing.

Valerie is learning the hard way that everything comes with a sacrifice.

template, inspo

[sunthroughtherust]

i need to get more barbie animated movie mutuals so i can discuss my fallon x siren!merliah fic idea where people are mysteriously dying during a surf competition which coincides with the emergence of a strange girl and fallon mostly accidentally gets involved through hadley until she develops a huge crush on the beautiful weird girl who never ventures far from the beach

[geek-and-nina]

why am i smiling, giggling, and kicking my feet at something that I wrote myself. what is wrong with me

[forest-hashira]

Bunnies & Bite Marks

i was able to hop onto @lorelune's spring fever a/b/o event super last minute last night, so this is my entry for that! (technically i did finish this fic before midnight but i didn't have the energy to format it then, so it's going up now, haha). i apologize in advance bc this is definitely the filthiest thing i've ever written. i don't know where most of this came from (i think the boys possessed me and ghostwrote it tbh). i was enabled by aleks to put this on paper, so... thank him lol

read on ao3 here | wc: ~8.1k | cw: a/b/o dynamics/omegaverse, hybrid au (fox geto, bunny reader, bunny gojo), gn afab!reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha geto, omega reader, omega gojo, established stsg, oral sex (reader receiving), threesome, multiple orgasms, knotting, biting/claiming, mating bonds, intersex omega (gojo has a penis & a vagina), unprotected sex, creampies, gojo has a praise kink & a degradation kink, a little bit of voyeurism, multiple discussions of consent, i'm pretty sure that's everything! 18+ only, ageless/blank blogs & minors dni.

You were still trying to figure out how you’d ended up in this situation.

Growing up, your parents had warned you countless times about Big Bad Wolves, told you to watch out for their pointed lies and pointier teeth, but they’d never warned you about foxes and their silver tongues.

Now that you thought about it, your parents were probably being more metaphoric than you thought as a child, but it was a little late to come to that realization, seeing as you were already underneath a particularly sly fox and completely at his mercy.

But how were you supposed to not trust him, not fall for him? His dark eyes were so kind, his little smile so warm… and he’d had another bunny hanging off of him, inviting you to spend time with them, to get to know them. And somehow in just a few short months, you were coaxed into bed by that same welcoming bunny and kind fox.

A small tug at your ear brought you back to the present, and you blinked, looking up into those dark eyes, now a few shades darker with desire – hunger, your instincts told you, making your heart pound even faster in your ribcage.

“Where’d you go, little one? You left us for a second there.” Suguru’s voice was low and rumbling, but you could hear the genuine concern woven in with the lust that laced his tone.

“They zoned out because you’re taking so damn long,” Satoru retorted from behind you before you had a chance to say anything. He hugged you a bit closer to his chest, trailing his lips across your cheek as he murmured, “Maybe we’ll just have to start without him, hm? Who needs an alpha, anyways? They're just knotheads, after all.”

Despite his bravado, you could feel the way your fellow bunny’s heart rate picked up as you both watched Suguru for his reaction.

To his credit, Suguru’s composure was nearly unshakeable; the only outward reaction to Satoru’s half-threat was a slight twitch of one of his elegant black fox ears, and he cocked his head slightly. “Is that so?” he questioned, then looked away from Satoru to focus on you. “You can believe him if you want, little one, because I know you’ve never been with an alpha before, but you should know he doesn’t even believe that himself. You should hear the way he begs for my knot like a cheap whore, even when he’s not in heat.”

Satoru shuddered behind you, and a soft puff of air ghosted across your skin as his grip tightened further around your waist. You’d known he was aroused before he held you so tight, but now it was undeniable, his hard cock pressed against your back, and the size of it made you jump slightly; if he was that big as an omega, then what the fuck was Suguru hiding in his pants? You shuddered at the thought, and you couldn’t stop the hint of fear that tinged your scent.

Both men stopped then, detecting the change in your scent. They exchanged a glance, and Suguru’s entire demeanor softened as he spoke again, lowering himself so he no longer towered over you where you sat on the bed with Satoru. “Do you want to stop?” he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly. “We don’t have to go through with this if you’re not comfortable.”

“We won’t be upset,” Satoru added, lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth across your stomach in an attempt to soothe you. “If you’re not enjoying yourself, we’ll stop. Your comfort and pleasure are really important to us.” 

Though you knew they were expecting an answer, you could tell they would be patient with you, even if it took you hours to decide one way or the other. You hesitated, taking a few moments to really examine how you were feeling, both physically and emotionally. The fear you felt was undeniable, but it was strongly rivaled by your desire, your prey instincts warring with your human wants. 

And really, you knew you were safe with them, even if Suguru was a predator. His self control was stronger than anyone else you’d ever met, and even if he somehow did lose control of himself and begin to succumb to his instincts, you were certain Satoru would do everything he could to protect you; he was stubborn and aggressive, especially for an omega, and a prey animal hybrid on top of that. 

Feeling comforted by that knowledge, you once again met the alpha’s gaze. “I want this,” you confirmed. “I want you – both of you.” 

Almost before the words were fully out of your mouth, the smell of arousal grew thick in the air, so heavy it should have choked you, but really you couldn’t get enough of it. Suguru’s was more potent, but it just made his scent a little smokier. Satoru’s, on the other hand, was sharp, a burst of cinnamon against the syrupy sweetness of his usual scent. Everything combined was so heady, so overwhelming in the best way possible, that your eyes fluttered shut, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning out loud.

“Ah-ah, none of that,” Suguru chided, reaching up and squishing your cheeks together slightly until your bottom lip was no longer caught between your teeth. 

Your eyes opened again at the touch, your pupils blown wide as you gazed down at the alpha in front of you.

“We want to hear you, little one. How else are we supposed to know if we’re making you feel good?”

“Sugu likes it noisy,” Satoru added, leaning in to whisper in your ear. He trailed one hand down your stomach to your thigh, rubbing little circles on the soft flesh of your inner thigh with his thumb as he spoke. “You’ll see soon enough, but he’s a talker… loves when I talk, too. Loves when he fucks me dumb and all I can do is moan and whine and whimper, all because of him…”

Though the other bunny was speaking to you, both of you had your eyes locked on the fox, all of you waiting for someone else to move first. Your heart pounded in time with Satoru’s, your bodies finding an odd, instinctual sort of comfort in each other; two prey hybrids against one predator.

Said predator’s gaze was still locked on yours, his lips curling into a hungry smirk, now that he knew that you wanted him – wanted them – just as bad as they wanted you. He shrugged slightly at Satoru’s words, and he pushed himself up from where he’d knelt on the floor in front of you, once again towering over you. 

“Since you were so quick to insist that you didn’t need me,” he cooed, taking a step back from the bed. “Why don’t you two get started, hm? Get them ready for me, pretty boy.”

Before you even had time to fully process the alpha’s words, Satoru was moaning in your ear, then practically dragging you further up the bed with him. 

A rather undignified squeak of surprise escaped you at the movement, but you were too taken aback to try and fight it at all. Next thing you knew, you were on your back, staring up at Satoru with wide eyes. 

“You ready?” he asked, eyes glinting as he stared down at you.

“I, uh… ready for what, exactly?” You felt your cheeks burn with both arousal and embarrassment, your brain already feeling a little unfocused, and they hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Sex, duh,” he replied, but he couldn’t quite stifle the giggle that accompanied his words. The sound helped relax you a bit, and you smiled up at him.

“I’m pretty sure we’re wearing too many clothes to have sex,” you told him, a soft laugh escaping you, and he grinned, winking playfully at you.

“That we are, little bunny,” he agreed, tugging lightly on your ear. “But I’m gonna take care of that right now, don’t you worry.”

You wrinkled your nose at him, and it twitched a bit, the movement involuntary. Pulling your ear from his hold, you frowned up at him. “You’re a bunny too, y’know.”

“Ah, yes, good catch! I, however, am not small, in any sense of the word. So you’re my little bunny.” His smile sharpened into a smirk, and the sight, combined with the implications of his words and the outline of his cock that had been pressed against you mere moments before, had heat stirring in your belly. 

When you offered no further comments of protests, Satoru got to work ridding you of your clothes, so quickly you were worried he might tear them in his haste to have you naked beneath him. By the time he reached your bra, though, you batted his hands away.

“I’ll do this part, if you ruin this I’ll be very upset with you.” The bra wasn’t anything especially fancy, but you still took care of it as best you could, because you liked the way it made you look. “Besides,” you added, reaching around to undo the clasps. “Don’t you also have to be naked for us to have sex?”

Satoru pulled his shirt over his head as you spoke, and he huffed quietly when it got stuck on his ears for a moment. He smirked at you again afterwards, though. “Hmm, not necessarily, no. But I’ll be nice and get naked anyways.”

You rolled your eyes at his words as you tossed your bra off to the side, presumably in the direction all your other clothes had ended up. As you settled back against the pillows, you went to cross your arms over your chest out of habit, but stopped when you caught Suguru staring at you. He said nothing, but his meaning was clear: there would be no hiding from either of them tonight, or ever. You were theirs now.

In just a few seconds, though, your view of the fox was interrupted by your fellow bunny, who looked like he was ready to go all night with you and completely ignore his partner sitting in the chair across the room. “Lay back and spread your legs for me,” he encouraged. “I’m dying to taste that pretty little pussy of yours.”

His words came as a shock, and you felt your face burning all over again. “You don’t, uh. I mean, you don’t have to do that. Really.” You pressed your knees together as you spoke, unsure how to proceed. None of your former partners had ever expressed interest in going down on you, so you weren’t sure if Satoru felt obligated to do this, or what, but you didn’t expect him to frown at you.

“I know I don’t have to,” he confirmed. “But I want to. Like I really want to, if you’re comfortable with that.”

All you could do for a few long moments was stare at him, as if waiting for him to laugh at any second, for him to tease you for falling for such a silly prank, but he never did. His eyes were focused on your face, though they were now more black than blue because of how dilated they were.

“You can tell him no, little one,” Suguru assured from his seat across the room. “You’re calling the shots here. If you say no, it doesn’t happen.”

Once again comforted by his words – and baffled that you had so much control over this situation – you let out a soft, trembling breath, before looking back to Satoru. “If you really want to…” you agreed quietly, hesitating a moment longer before you complied with his earlier request, leaning back against the pillows and spreading your legs.

“I really do,” Satoru confirmed yet again, and as you spread your legs, his gaze instantly dropped to his prize. He was quick to settle down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs once he was eye-level with your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping for us already.” He sounded almost in awe of you and your body as he spoke, and if his hold on your thighs had been any less sure, you would have slammed your legs shut again. As it was, you squirmed uselessly in his hold, face burning in embarrassment.

“Stop staring,” you whined, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt. “If you’re gonna use your mouth on me then get started already.” The attempted scowl on your face vanished as he bit down on the plush of your thigh, and you yelped. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Isn’t it?”

“Satoru,” Suguru chastised, and both of you froze at his tone. “Don’t be mean to them. Do what you promised, or I’ll have to punish you.”

Satoru’s ears dropped at the mention of a possible punishment, and he nodded slightly. “Yes, alpha,” he said, then pressed a gentle kiss to the spot he had bitten. “Sorry, little bunny,” he apologized quietly, holding your gaze as he spoke.

Still feeling a little baffled by how quickly Satoru had obeyed Suguru, you simply nodded your forgiveness.

He seemed to relax a bit then, and he dropped his gaze once again. His intense focus on such an intimate part of you had you feeling beyond flustered, so you leaned your head back into the pillows, staring intensely at the ceiling. You could feel his hot breath against your slick soaked skin, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he was waiting for.

“It’s not very polite not to look at someone when they’re pleasuring you, little one.” Suguru’s voice had a teasing lilt to it, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely kidding.

Is that seriously what’s stopping him? you thought to yourself, but you didn’t say the words out loud. Instead, you replied, in a voice much smaller than you expected, “I can’t look at him.”

“Why not? Is something wrong?”

“No? I-I don’t… I don’t know,” you stammered. “Nobody’s ever gone down on me before. I can’t look at him while he does it.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Can you look at me instead?”

That caught your attention. You lifted your head from the pillow once again, though this time you focused on the alpha across the room, rather than the omega between your legs. This is manageable.

“Hmm, there you are,” the fox hummed, giving you an encouraging smile. “Better?”

“Much,” you agreed quietly, and you were surprised to find that meeting his gaze was exactly the thing you needed to ground you.

“Good, I’m glad. You can start now, Satoru.”

The first swipe of his tongue up your folds had your whole body trying to jerk away from the touch, though the movement was involuntary. It didn’t feel bad – in fact it felt good, really good, as he pressed in closer, his tongue exploring places even your fingers had rarely touched. When he moaned against you, your head dropped backwards at the intensity of the feeling.

“Ah ah, little one.”

Suguru’s voice had Satoru stopping his movements, despite the fact that he wasn’t the one being spoken to. You whined pathetically as his tongue pulled away from you, and you couldn’t help but pout.

“Eyes on me,” Suguru continued, the words clearly directed at you, “or you don’t get to cum yet.”

Instantly your head shot up, and you stared at the alpha wide-eyed, breathing a little heavier than you had been before.

His expression was smug once you met his gaze, and even if you hadn’t been able to see his smirk, you would’ve been able to hear it in his voice. “Very good,” he praised.

With the confirmation that you were doing as you were told, Satoru was quick to get back to work, moaning into your skin as he licked up your slick. Some part of your brain was insisting that no omega should enjoy the taste of another omega’s slick, but Satoru had never been what an omega should be, so you shoved the thought aside.

Just as you pushed the thought from your mind, the bunny between your legs wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. It felt as if all the air had been sucked from your lungs, and your thighs clenched around his head, though that only made him moan louder into you.

Somehow, you managed to keep your eyes open and locked on Suguru, even if your vision was a little fuzzy around the edges. When he spoke to you again, though, it took a bit more focus to really hear him.

“You can touch him, you know.”

“Wh— oh my god — what do you mean?”

A small chuckle escaped him, and he tilted his head slightly as he gazed at you. “You can touch Satoru, if you want to. You won’t get in trouble, or anything like that. In fact,” he glanced down at the other bunny’s fluffy white head, “I can confidently say he wants you to touch him. Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

“Please,” Satoru whimpered, barely pulling away from your cunt long enough to speak, and he was quick to dive back in, this time working his tongue into you.

You weren’t sure what the noise you made was, but you didn’t really care; all you could focus on was the feeling of his hot, wet tongue working you open. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew from the bedsheets to his hair, tangling the strands between your fingers and pulling, much harder than you’d intended to. There was no room for you to even attempt an apology, though, because the sensation had him moaning louder than before, and he rutted his hips down into the mattress.

“Told you,” Suguru chuckled, but neither of you really heard him, too lost in the way Satoru had his mouth on you, licking up your slick like he’d die without it.

When the other omega pulled his mouth away from you, you whimpered, dropping your gaze from Suguru’s to Satoru’s. Before you could form any sort of complaint, though, you watched as he released his hold on one of your thighs and pushed one of his long fingers into you.

Your brain short circuited at the sight, and you let out a strangled moan, unable to tear your eyes away from his hand. He worked you open carefully, first with one finger, then with two, and before you knew it he was curling three fingers into your sweet spot, the pleasure of it so intense you were nearly cross eyed, especially with the way he was still sucking on your clit. 

“I told you to get them ready for me, didn’t I, pretty boy?”

“Yes,” Satoru answered instantly, the word muffled against your skin; the vibrations of it had you moaning quietly.

“And do you think your fingers are going to be enough for that?” His voice was a little darker than before. Not scary or overtly predatory, just… more intense, more focused; hungrier.

“N-no, alpha,” Satoru panted, thrusting his fingers faster, panting heavily into your pussy. “Want to taste them first, please? Wanna make them cum all over my face…”

There was a pause, somewhat tense as both you and your fellow bunny waited for the fox’s answer.

“Well, when you ask so nicely,” he practically purred. “Go ahead, Satoru. Make a mess out of them.”

That was all the permission Satoru needed. He latched onto your clit once again, alternating between sucking and tracing patterns against it with his tongue, his fingers abusing your sweet spot until you were seeing stars.

You barely recognized the scream that tore its way out of you as your own voice, too busy thrashing in his hold, thighs clamping down around his head once again. You gushed slick everywhere – all over his fingers, all over his mouth, all over the sheets – until everything was wet and almost sticky with it. 

Though you had no memory of closing your eyes, it wasn’t long before you heard Suguru’s voice, now much closer than before, gently calling your name, asking you to open your eyes for him. Eventually you managed to comply, slowly fluttering your eyes open to look up at the fox.

“There you are,” Suguru praised quietly. “Pretty boy really did a number on you, huh?” He brushed your hair out of your eyes as he spoke, and you weren’t really sure if he expected you to answer him or not. You stayed silent, more focused on catching your breath and coming down from the most mind blowing orgasm of your life, and your silence didn’t seem to bother him at all.

“What about you, pretty boy. How’re you feeling?” You managed to follow the alpha’s gaze – albeit a bit sluggishly – as he turned his attention from you to the other omega, and what you saw had your face burning all over again.

The lower half of Satoru’s face was absolutely drenched in your slick, and you could see how it was beginning to run down his chin and jaw to his neck. His hand wasn’t any better off, either: there was slick coating him well past his wrist. You were mildly horrified that you’d done that to him, but it was clear by the look on his face that he was thrilled that you’d made such a mess of him. “Feelin’ really good,” he answered, a dopey grin on his face as he sat up. The bunny leaned over you a bit then, getting as close to the fox as he could without actually moving from his spot kneeling between your legs. “Wanna taste?”

Suguru smirked slightly at Satoru’s question. “Of course I do,” he replied. Then, he reached out, lightly threading his fingers through the hair on the back of Satoru’s head, pulling him into a messy, heated kiss; a kiss that he absolutely dominated, without any sort of protest from the other man.

As you watched them, still somewhat dazed, you realized that, at some point between getting up from his seat across the room and joining the two of you on the bed, Suguru had stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him just as bare as the two bunnies waiting for him. There was a part of you insisting on looking down, on getting a good look at his cock while you could, but you were too caught up watching the two men kiss.

Some time later – minutes or hours, you weren’t sure – they broke apart, both of them panting against each other. “Delicious,” Suguru murmured after a moment, licking the last vestiges of your slick from around his mouth. “I’ll have to get a taste first hand next time, but for now, pretty boy, you need to finish preparing them for me.”

Satoru nodded obediently, though a soft squeak escaped him as the other man reached around and tugged lightly on his tail, just to tease him a bit. The bunny huffed indignantly, but the effect of his reaction was lost when you saw that his pupils were still blown wide and his eyes were still slightly glassy as he focused on you.

“You ready for more?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at you. “Or do you need more time to catch your breath?” As he spoke, he reached down and began to stroke himself with the hand still coated with your slick, his breath stuttering a bit at the touch.

Thankfully you had managed to catch your breath by this point, and you nodded dumbly for a moment. “Yeah, I’m ready,” you confirmed, sounding more steady than you had expected, given your brain was still catching up to your body. 

“Thank god,” Satoru sighed, then shuffled into a better position, hovering over you and propping himself up on the hand not currently occupied. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, his voice gentle and sweet. 

You nodded again, trusting him to keep his word, and spread your legs a bit wider to better accommodate him. A gasp flew from your lips as he lined up with your entrance and slowly began to push forward. You’d known he wasn’t small, but feeling the outline of his cock against your back was not the same thing as feeling it pushing its way into your body. Your hands shot up to his shoulders, nails digging into the pale skin there as he slowly filled you, inch by impossible inch. 

When you felt his hips finally meet yours, you both let out a shaky moan, and he dropped his forehead to yours for a moment, now propping himself up on his elbows so he wasn’t fully crushing you into the bed.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked quietly after a few moments, and the question caught you a bit off guard, especially since he seemed a little nervous to ask.

Pushing on his chest a bit so you could get a proper look at him, you scanned his face to figure out what, exactly, his goal was, but all you found in his expression was earnestness and hope, and the tiniest hint of worry. “...Yeah,” you agreed after a moment. “Yeah, you can have a kiss.”

The little grin that tugged at his lips was more adorable than it had any right to be while he was buried balls deep in you, but you found yourself smiling back anyways, allowing your eyes to slip shut for a moment as your lips made contact.

Though the kiss started as a soft, chaste press of lips, it quickly devolved into deep, sloppy kisses, barely enough time to breathe in between each kiss. Your ability to breathe was well and truly stolen for a moment as Satoru began to move, gently rocking his hips up into you at first, then eventually beginning to properly thrust, pulling out a bit before pushing back into you again.

Each movement had you panting and moaning beneath him, one hand still gripping his shoulder as the other trailed up his neck to tangle in his hair. “Ho— o-oohhh — h-how is this preparing me for Suguru?” you asked, doing your best to focus on the omega above you, despite how good he was making you feel.

“He’s bigger than I am,” Satoru answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He noticed the way you tensed slightly and shuddered at his words, and he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay,” he soothed, and you could hear a quiet purr rumbling in his chest as he spoke. “That’s what this is for, ‘kay? I keep making you feel good, make sure you’re nice and ready for our alpha when it’s his turn.”

Apparently still able to scent your apprehension, the bunny pressed a few more soft kisses down the side of your face, still purring quietly all the while. “It’s ok if you don’t think you can take him,” he murmured. “If you need to tap out after me, that won’t hurt his feelings. He’s gonna fuck me either way. After you and I are done you can participate as much or as little as you’d like, little bunny. Whatever you say, goes.”

Something about the tenderness underlying his words, and the sweet way he called you “little bunny” had you practically melting beneath him. “Okay,” you murmured, turning your head to catch his lip in another soft kiss, letting the touch linger longer than was strictly necessary, simply enjoying the intimacy while you could.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, bunny?”

“I appreciate how gentle you’re being with me right now, but my guess is Suguru won’t be as gentle.”

A small laugh escaped him, and he shook his head slightly. “You’re right,” he confirmed.

“Then I really think it’ll be better for all of us if you stop moving like you think you’ll break me and just fuck me.” Even as you spoke the words aloud, you felt flustered, but Satoru just smirked.

“Your wish is my command.”

He shifted his position slightly, guiding your legs up to wrap around his waist. Once he was confident you were settled, he started moving again. The sharp shift in the way he was fucking you was enough to make you yelp, though the sound dissolved into an unabashed moan, your grip on him tightening everywhere, desperate not to get jostled away from him.

It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to feel another orgasm building, but you were powerless to do anything but hold on for the ride and moan the omega’s name as he brought you to new levels of ecstasy.

Satoru’s pace faltered a few moments later, his hips stuttering to a stop as he gasped. You whined softly, but shifted until you could look over his shoulder to see what had happened.

Suguru was kneeling on the bed behind Satoru, a hint of a smirk on his face as he gazed down at you. “Please,” he said evenly. “Don’t stop on my behalf. It’s absolutely delicious to watch.”

When Satoru shivered and moaned loudly in your ear, you looked down from the alpha’s face, not entirely unsurprised to see he was currently fucking Satoru’s pussy with his fingers.

“Awe,” Suguru taunted. “Is this too much for you, pretty boy? Do you need me to stop?”

“No!” Satoru answered immediately. “N-no, feels good… wan’ more, please, alpha?”

The fox seemed to consider for a moment, his ears and tail twitching in sync, before he came to a decision. He withdrew his fingers and landed a solid smack to the omega’s ass. “Make our little one cum first.”

“Yes, alpha.” 

Clearly not wanting to disappoint Suguru, your fellow bunny resumed his relentless pace from before, hips stuttering a bit as Satoru began to fuck him with his fingers again, but he didn’t stop this time, and was easily able to regain his rhythm. 

Ever a quick study, it wasn’t long until Satoru found your sweet spot, and once he found it, he adjusted his hips to make sure he nailed it with every thrust. He nibbled and sucked at your neck as you whimpered and writhed beneath him, thighs beginning to tremble where they were locked around his waist.

“You gettin’ close, little bunny?” he asked breathlessly, barely biting back a moan of his own as he waited for your answer.

“Uh-huh,” you whined, tilting your head to grant him further access to your neck. “Need more, ‘Toru, please…”

“I got you,” he promised. One of his hands snaked between your bodies, his palm resting on your lower belly as he reached down with his thumb, rubbing slow circles on your clit, the pace of his thumb a stark contrast to the pace of his hips.

“Cum for us, little one,” Suguru encouraged from above.

That was all it took. You wailed as you tipped over the edge into pure bliss again, your vision whiting out for a few moments as you shook almost violently in the throes of pleasure. Satoru was still rock hard inside you when you came back to yourself, though his thumb was – thankfully – no longer on your clit. His movements were more subtle now, more of a rocking motion as he moved back and forth into the wet heat of your cunt and the welcome intrusion of Suguru’s fingers.

“Please,” he whimpered, looking over his shoulder at the alpha. “Please, wanna cum, need to cum, please…”

“Shh,” the fox soothed. “No need to beg this time, pretty boy. You’ve done very well.”

The bunny whined at the praise, blush instantly coloring his cheeks as he rocked back onto the fingers in his cunt.

“Want you to cum inside them, yeah? Get them nice and wet for me…”

Satoru moaned the loudest he had all night at the command, and he nodded, moving his hips with purpose again now, though his movements were a bit uncoordinated. That didn’t matter, though, because soon enough he was pressing his full length into you one last time before spilling into you, simultaneously gushing slick over Suguru’s hand.

The sudden warmth filling you made a shiver run down your spine, and you moaned quietly at the feeling; it was much more pleasant than you would’ve expected. You were a bit surprised Satoru didn’t fully collapse on top of you then, but when you felt a larger, more calloused set of hands gently unwrapping your legs from around the other bunny’s waist, you realized it most likely because Suguru was planning to move him out of the way.

Your theory was proven right when, rather than falling down on top of you, Satoru flopped onto his back beside you on the bed, breathing heavily and staring almost unseeing at the ceiling. A moment later, a curtain of dark hair encroached on your vision, and you turned to look up at Suguru.

His narrow eyes crinkled around the edges as he smiled down at you. “Feeling alright, little one?” he asked gently, ghosting his fingers along the hickies Satoru had left down one side of your neck.

You hummed softly, giving him a slight nod, lashes fluttering and goosebumps raising your skin at the featherlight touch of his fingers on your throat.

“Good, I’m glad. How about a little breather, hm? Pretty boy over here will get all pouty if I don’t pay attention to him, too.” Though his words teasing in nature, almost taunting, the affection in the alpha’s voice was unmistakable.

His comment made you giggle softly, and you nodded. “Breather sounds nice,” you agreed. “I just get to lay here and relax?”

“Yeah, just relax,” he confirmed. “Roll over for me, I’ll help you get comfortable.”

You did as you were asked, flipping over so you now laid on your stomach, rather than your back. You jumped slightly as you felt him lift your hips with one hand, but quickly mellowed out when you realized he was just sliding a pillow under you.

“Comfy?”

“Very,” you hummed, unable to stop the purr that began to vibrate in your throat. “Go get him off before he starts whining.” You gestured in Satoru’s direction, eyes half closed as you allowed yourself to really relax.

That made Suguru laugh softly, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before moving over to the other bunny, who seemed to be more coherent now, given that he looked displeased, and his bottom lip was jutted out.

“I don’t get whiny, and I don’t pout,” Satoru insisted.

“You’re pouting right now, pretty boy,” Suguru teased, smiling down at him.

Satoru said nothing, just huffed and looked away from the alpha above him. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Ah, but you like when I’m mean to you.”

“In bed.”

“Yes, pretty boy, I know. Only in bed.” Suguru began to press soft kisses down Satoru’s body then, pausing at his chest to take one of the omega’s pretty pink nipples between his teeth and tug lightly. 

Satoru squeaked at the feeling, body jerking and gracelessly trying to swat the alpha in retaliation. “No fair! You promised you wouldn’t use teeth on them anymore.”

“Sorry,” Suguru apologized, not looking particularly sorry at all. “Won’t happen again.”

As they bantered back and forth, their affection for each other rolling off of them in waves, you watched silently from the sidelines, a soft, if slightly sad, smile on your face. Though you’d been in relationships before, you’d never had anything like what the two of them had, either romantically or platonically. Not until you’d met them, anyways.

They had always been so sweet to you, welcoming you into their world so quickly. You knew they never needed to pretend to be anything they weren’t when they were together, and the more time you spent with them, the less you felt like you had to pretend around them, too. It was nice to have people you trusted so much, and who trusted you the same; to love someone and have them love you in return.

Because really, you did love them, and you’d told them that before, more than once. It was a sentiment you knew they returned – they’d said it to you more than enough times for you to believe them – but the longer you thought about it, the more you realized that the line between romance and friendship with them had long since blurred, and that began to weigh on you.

Do I want what they have, or do I want… them?

Almost as soon as the thought crossed your mind, you shoved it aside; now was certainly not the time to be unpacking all of that.

You were quickly pulled back into the moment and out of your thoughts when you heard Suguru say your name. Only, he wasn’t talking to you, but about you, as he ground his hips into Satoru’s, buried to the hilt in the omega’s pussy. It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, but eventually you realized he was talking about… biting you.

“They’d look so pretty with my mark on their neck, don’t you think, pretty boy? Let everyone know who they really belong to, who loves them more than anyone else.”

Satoru whined, though the sound wasn’t entirely pleasurable. “You said you’d bite me first,” he replied, voice quiet and smaller than you were used to hearing. “You promised, promised I’d be first, even when we fell for them. You promised.”

The pain that laced the edge of Satoru’s words nearly broke your heart, and before Suguru had a chance to say anything, you decided to cut in.

“Bite him first,” you said quietly, meeting the fox’s dark, steady gaze. “Keep your promise, bite him first. I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes flashed at your words, and an almost hopeful look crossed his face, before he looked back down at Satoru. “You heard them, pretty boy. They’re not going anywhere.”

The bunny smiled at the news, letting out a little chirp – the single most adorable sound you’d ever heard him make – at the news, though soon enough he was gasping and moaning again as the fox fucked him a little harder, kissing and sucking down his throat and pumping his cock in time with his thrusts.

“F-Fuck, alpha, gonna cum,” he whined, bucking his hips up into Suguru’s fist.

“Cum for me, pretty boy,” Suguru cooed. “Cum for me and I’ll bite you.”

The words had barely left the alpha’s mouth before Satoru was crying out, writhing and bucking his hips as he spilled over Suguru’s hand, coating his fingers in white.

At that same moment, Suguru fulfilled his promise, biting down hard on the curve of the bunny’s throat, sinking his teeth into the scent gland there and thoroughly claiming Satoru as his. Satoru tensed as he was bitten, but it was only for a split second before he went completely boneless beneath the alpha, whining and babbling his name until the alpha released his hold on his neck.

“Look at you, pretty boy,” Suguru murmured affectionately. “Even prettier now that you’re mine…”

Satoru’s answering hum quickly morphed into a whine of protest as Suguru pulled out, still rock hard and covered in the other man’s slick; he hadn’t knotted Satoru, which struck you as odd.

“It’s ok, baby,” Suguru rushed to soothe him, brushing the hair from his forehead and pressing a soft kiss to the sweaty skin there. “I’ll knot you later, alright? Gotta make sure little one’s all taken care of first.”

The words seemed to do the trick, and Satoru quieted down, nodding slightly as he rolled over to lay on his side, now facing you. “He’s gonna make you feel really good,” he murmured, reaching out towards you and taking your hand. “His knot feels incredible.”

You giggled softly at his words, though you were sure he was being entirely sincere as he spoke. You squeezed his hand gently, only pulling away when Suguru removed the pillow from beneath your hips and rolled you over onto your back once again.

“Hi,” he greeted with a small chuckle. “You ready to take me?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the words died in your throat as you finally got a good look at him, your eyes going comically wide. 

His cock was huge. Maybe not quite as long as Satoru’s was, but it was much thicker, which reignited your worries from earlier in the evening.

“Hey, look at me,” Suguru called, gently tilting your chin up until you met his eyes again. “We can stop right here if you want. If you’re not ready to take me, that’s okay. And if you don’t want to have sex but you still want me to claim you, we can do that too.”

Knowing you still had the option to back out, even now, and knowing neither of the boys would be upset with you if you did was enough to bolster your confidence. “I want to keep going,” you told him. “Want you to knot me, claim me as yours.”

“I can definitely do that,” he said, purring a bit as he leaned down and kissed you. Much like your kisses with Satoru earlier, the touch went from sweet and chaste to desperate and devouring in just a few short moments. 

As the alpha broke the kiss and shifted to sit back on his knees, you whined and attempted to follow him, but he kept a gentle hand on your stomach to keep you down where you were. “Wanna see what a mess Satoru made of you,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eye.

You swallowed thickly and nodded, not protesting as he placed his hands on your knees and pushed your legs apart, staring down at your messy, dripping pussy. When he let out a low whistle at the sight, you whined in embarrassment and covered your face with your hands; you couldn’t believe he wanted to see all that, couldn’t believe you were letting him, couldn’t believe he was enjoying it.

“Pretty boy sure did a good job getting you ready for me, I’ll give him that,” Suguru said, wanting to have just a bit more fun teasing the two of you, his two bashful omegas, before he gave you what both you and he wanted so badly. “That’s good, though. It’ll make it easier for you to take me.” He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs for a moment, waiting until you peeked through your fingers at him. 

“It will?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “The glide will be nice and easy, no dry friction or anything to worry about causing any pain. It’ll still probably be a bit of a stretch,” he added. “But it’ll be much easier on you this way.”

The tension bled from your shoulders at his words, and you nodded again, slowly pulling your hands away from your face. “What are you waiting for, then?” you asked him, biting your lip lightly after you spoke; you normally weren’t one to tease or speak so playfully in bed, but these two brought out a different side of you than any of your previous partners, and for that, you were glad.

“Well when you put it like that,” Suguru replied with a grin, spreading your legs a bit wider so he could settle between them more comfortably as he leaned down over you once again. He pecked a quick kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I’m not waiting for anything anymore.”

He pushed in slowly, just as Satoru had, but you could feel your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You clenched around him involuntarily, and he hissed at the feeling. 

“Deep breaths, little one,” he murmured, helping you breathe in time with him, which in turn helped you relax and release the tension in your body. Before you knew it, he was fully seated inside you, and you cradled his face in your hands as you both took a moment to breathe.

“Suguru?” “Yes, little one?”

“If you don’t knot me soon I think I might combust.”

A small laugh burst out of him then, and he easily captured your lips in a kiss. “I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” he assured you. “I’m as desperate for this as you are.”

And desperate you were. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you pulled him into another kiss, your fingers slipping through his silky black hair as you attempted to find something to hold onto, something to ground you as he fucked you, every movement deep and intentional, as if he had a mission to accomplish, because he did. Both of you were eager for him to knot you, to bite you and claim you as his just like he had done with Satoru a bit before.

You whined against the fox’s skin as you buried your face in his neck; he was making you feel amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

The feeling of another set of lips trailing down your arm to your shoulder had you gasping in surprise, and when you turned to see what was happening, you were pleased to see that it was your fellow bunny coming to help. He twitched an ear affectionately in your direction, and you did your best to return the gesture, a sweet – if somewhat fucked out – smile on your face as you looked at him.

Taking the gesture as an invitation, he leaned in and kissed you slow and sweet, his light purrs vibrating into the kiss and making you scrunch your nose as the feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss and the feeling of Suguru’s thick cock filling you better than anything or anyone else ever had, so when you felt two of Satoru’s dexterous fingers land on your clit and start tracing little infinity symbols, you gasped, beginning to writhe under the pleasurable stimulation. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, the words escaping you on a high pitched, whining moan, and you clenched around the cock inside you.

Suguru moaned in return, licking up the side of your neck left unblemished by Satoru before he spoke. “That’s okay,” he mumbled into your skin, placing hot, wet, openmouthed kisses haphazardly across your skin. “Let us make you feel good, don’t worry about anything else.”

You could only nod in response to his words, and seconds later you were falling apart, moaning high and breathless as you clenched around him, shuddering and shaking with pleasure. “Bite,” you begged quietly. “Please, alpha, claim me…”

A low, possessive growl rumbled in Suguru’s chest at the sound of you referring to him as “alpha”, and almost instantly he was sinking his fangs into your neck, in the exact same spot he had bitten the other bunny.

The breath was stolen from your lungs as you felt him puncture your scent gland, and while your prey instincts stiffened every muscle in your body for a split second, preparing you to flee for your life, the tension disappeared just as quickly, leaving you practically a puddle underneath your fox.

Just when you thought everything was done, that it couldn’t get any better, you felt Suguru slam into you one last time, flooding your insides with warmth; you also felt the way his knot swelled, stretching you out impossibly more and locking you together for a while.

You wailed at the feeling, nails scraping at his scalp until he released your throat from between his teeth. It was as if all the adrenaline and pain bled out of you from the new bite mark in your neck, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

A soft grunt slipped from your lips as Suguru collapsed on top of you, though he did what he could to keep his full weight off of you. When he deemed that task too difficult, though, he wrapped his arms around you, carefully rolling both of you onto your sides. Satoru was quick to snuggle up behind you, reaching across your body until he could rest a hand on your shared alpha’s hip; Suguru quickly did the same, and once they were touching each other again, they relaxed. You were sure their purring was involuntary, but it was genuine.

You’d certainly slept worse places than between two purring men who loved you.

yeah i.... don't really have anything else to say. this was not proofread so i apologize for any glaring errors. also i don't know how dicks work.

tagging: @lorelune @yutaleks @dr-runs-with-scissors @kentohours @fushigurro (not tagging my usual taglist bc uhh. this is not what y'all signed up for lmao)

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Ok but Josh shot gunning smoke into your mouth then kissing you deeply

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Two Proposals of a Different Kind

A Rewritten History of Fire and Blood Ocs in fic

Author's note: This chapter doesn't follow any specific episode, it is the aftermath of the tourney AND what happens after Rhaenyra is named as heir. We have a new face, returning from the tourney :) another one of @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers's wonderful ocs they allow me to have in my head rent-free. Truly appreciate it, love <3

Word count: 7 words off from 4.3k

Warnings: Arranged marriage? Forced betrothal?? But don't worry it's cool. Hopefully not an ooc Harwin

Within the walls of Casterly Rock, thrown back into the day-to-day of a lady of a great house, Fallon was miserable. Her mother had set to work reminding her at any chance how disappointed she’d been in her actions during the Heir’s Tournament; she’d unseated the prince! It was unbefitting of her station to behave that way, especially at her age where she should be more concerned about finding a husband than disgracing her house in such a way.

Despite the fact that she had won the tournament and, if she had been a man, it would have been a high honor.

The moment she could slip away from her mother, she was in the training yard, sword in hand, hacking away at some poor straw dummy as any guards around her watched with apprehension. Fallon with a sword was dangerous; Fallon furious with a sword was deadly.

Her eldest brother watched her from a fair distance, worrying the edge of the parchment in his hands between his fingers. Whenever she was in a mood like that, it was usually best to let her burn it away with hours of violence against things that didn’t bleed, however with news like their mother had given him, it was best to get it over with quickly. He’d half hoped she would notice him before he was forced to interrupt, just to give him an entrance to even begin to explain the entire letter. Hopefully with her sword on the ground instead of in her hand.

“I believe it’s dead, sister.”

Her sword stuck in the neck of the dummy, her leathers creaking against each ragged breath she took. Fallon simply shot her brother a glare from the corner of her eye, drawing the blade of the weapon to her side to sheath it.

“What do you want?” She snapped, trying to unstick her hair from her skin.

Jason warily extended his hand with the rolled parchment out to her, the wax seal broken but the colors visible all the same; three rivers of color on white. “Mother sent out a letter on your behalf to House Strong. They replied.”

Her face twisted in confusion as she unrolled the letter, eyes flickering over each word until they became stuck on a specific one. Her brother watched as her eyes nearly burst from her skull, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Betrothed?!” She squawked, rapidly scanning the entire letter over again. 

“I suppose you didn’t know about her original letter.”

Fallon felt like tearing up the letter in her hands. If it were in shreds, there would be no actual evidence that the betrothal had ever been confirmed, she would have an excuse if any lords of House Strong paid her a visit to see why she hadn’t made a journey to Harrenhal to wed one of the sons. She didn’t even know which son she was betrothed to, not that she would be able to tell by name who it was. Though, perhaps tearing up the letter wasn’t the best course of action.

Maybe shoving it in her brother’s mouth would make her feel better.

The parchment crinkled in her hand as she balled it into a fist, giving her eldest brother the most forced, fake smile she was sure she’d ever made. “It appears that I must speak to Mother.”

“I would put the sword away, you know how much of a fright it gives her seeing you armed.”

She rolled her eyes, quickly undoing the belt that held the sword to her waist before nearly throwing it at him. 

“Is it too soon to say congratulations, Fal?”

His sister merely responded with an obscene hand gesture as she stormed away, leaving her brother amused in the training yard.

The door to Ceira’s study swung open, connecting with the wall behind it as her daughter stormed through it. A guard dared to enter after only to close the door before she could slam it closed, her mother never looking up from her parchment as she dipped her quill in ink again. 

“I expected you sooner, my love.”

“You betrothed me?!”

“‘Tis what is expected of a lady of your standing at your age.” Her mother sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I put it off as long as I was able, truly.”

Fallon was fuming, face a bright enough red to nearly rival the tapestries of golden lions on the walls. “You sold me off like a broodmare!”

“I would hardly compare you to a broodmare, darling. Any house would be lucky to marry into ours.”

She stomped up to the desk, slamming the letter onto the wood with enough force to shake the entire thing, the jar of ink spilling over the side at the movement. “I refuse to marry.”

Ceira sighed again, rubbing at her temple. “You cannot refuse, you are lucky they even agreed to the betrothal after your spectacle against Prince Daemon at the tournament.”

“A spectacle he started! If it had been Jason or Tyland, you would’ve been proud-”

“If it had been Jason or Tyland, none of it would have happened!” 

Her mother finally stood, holding her stare across the desk. It was such a simple action, one that held so much weight Fallon found herself stepping back with wide eyes.

“You are too young to understand just what position you have seated me in, Fallon,” her mother continued, grabbing hold of the letter and shaking it. “The amount of letters I have received that claim I have three sons instead of a daughter, that have rebuked a marriage agreement because of your incessant need to fight like a man…I am old and tired. I wish to see you wed before I follow after your father.”

Fallon swallowed, hard. The words died on her tongue when her mother’s eyes pricked with tears, a quiet sniffling echoing in the room around them. Her father had given her her weapons, a sword and dagger that he had begun to teach her to use. After his passing, a few of the guards in Casterly Rock had given her a few lessons and had willingly allowed her to practice against them. When she had grown enough to beat them all, however, that was when she grew restless. That was when the idea to become a knight herself had grown into a dream she prayed to the Seven nearly nightly to make her reality. All to have it squashed in front of her eyes in the form of a weeping old woman who cared only for outward appearances.

If her mother had wanted a response, she didn’t receive one. All Fallon could do was turn on her heel and leave the room. It was, perhaps, better that she stayed silent instead of turning it into a fight far worse than it was.

It would have made the entire trip to King’s Landing even more miserable than it was. 

There was a sort of sick irony to it all, she supposed. Days after being told she needed to behave like a lady of her standing, they received word that Princess Rhaenyra had been named the king’s heir and that the lords of Westeros were summoned to swear fealty to her. She had so desperately wanted to gloat, to point at the words on the parchment and shout “tis a woman as our future”, but she refrained. It would do little good; especially when both her eldest brother and mother did nothing but gossip and complain about the succession. Neither of them had wanted Daemon as their king despite the protests against the young princess; Fallon had simply decided they would never be pleased.

What was worse was she could barely focus on the ceremony she’d been forced to attend. Her dress was itchy, the embroidery irritating her skin, and it was far tighter than she liked. She missed her lion-embossed leathers, the scratchy wool of her tunics, the weight of her weapons on her belt. Everything she had been forced to leave behind in Casterly Rock while her maids had packed a seemingly endless amount of red and gold dresses she’d barely touched since she’d received them. The only enjoyable part had been watching her eldest brother bend the knee in front of the princess and swear their house to her.

Much like within their own castle, the moment she could slip away, she did. The Red Keep’s training yard was larger, more kept, but practically the same in every other aspect. Her hands bunched her skirts above her ankles as she marched across the field, finding the first weapon she could get her hands on before stalking towards the practice dummies. A few of the guards, both the gold cloaks and ones bearing the white cloaks of the kingsguard, turned to watch her. Despite it being a wooden sword in her grip, they had no doubt she could be equally as deadly with it in the right mood.

Which happened to be the current mood she was in.

Above the training yard, gathered together on an overlooking balcony, her mother was talking animatedly with Lyonel Strong with her sons flanking her, his sons mirroring them. Harwin appeared mostly disinterested as Jason discussed the tournament as if he’d competed in it himself, eyes drifting past the lord’s shoulder to the training yard below. His father and younger brother didn’t seem to have the same problem he did, both engaged fully with the Lady Lannister and her younger twin son.

“I was certain you had your daughter with you today, Lady Ceira, unless I was mistaken?” Larys’ smile was nearly wolfish. It was hard to miss the youngest of the three lions when she matched them in height. 

Fallon’s mother sighed, glancing at Jason for a moment before her court mask fell back into place. “She is not in the best moods, sers, so you will have to excuse her absence.”

Jason nodded in agreement, turning from his own conversation. “We find it better to allow her to burn it out herself.”

“Is that what we’re calling that?” Harwin huffed a soft laugh, pointing past the group and down into the training yard.

Ceira’s face flushed, eyes wide as she realized how unsightly it must look for her daughter, in one of her most expensive dresses, to be hacking away at training equipment in the king’s training yard.

Jason laughed along with Harwin, though his tone was laced with a hint of mockery. “Certainly a first impression on your betrothed, isn’t it, Ser Strong?”

Tyland leaned over to whisper, “It is not too late to back out.”

The eldest Strong son ignored the both of them, turning to their mother with a slight bow before excusing himself. Ceira looked to Jason with slight panic and it wasn’t a moment before he was following after Harwin. Lyonel smiled to himself, a pit of worry forming in his gut as he turned back to watch Fallon over her mother’s shoulder.

“Now, I would be careful how you approach her,” Jason called after Harwin, who didn’t seem to take his warning to heart, “she isn’t the most pleased with the news of a betrothal.”

“I only wish to introduce myself. Perhaps she will change her mind once she meets me.”

Her brother didn’t think so, but made no further argument about it. 

“Sister!” He yelled across the field, watching Fallon’s shoulders drop as she likely groaned at the sound of his voice. 

Fallon turned, then, glaring at her brother before taking in the sight of a man she’d never seen before. He towered over her brother with broad shoulders and a mop of curly dark hair and the widest smile she’d seen on a man watching her swing a sword. It struck her as odd for a moment, her glare dropping into confusion as he crossed about half the yard before stopping.

“Lady Fallon, it’s wonderful to finally meet you.” Harwin wasn’t sure if bowing was appropriate when you met your betrothed for the first time, so he settled with standing with his hands clasped behind his back. 

“I would say the same, ser, if I had a clue who you were,” she replied with an almost cold tone, eyes glancing to her brother where he stood with a horrid grin on his face. He was enjoying watching the exchange and the thought gnawed at the back of her mind.

Harwin’s head dropped slightly, his smile turning sheepish for only a moment. “My apologies, lady. I am Harwin Strong, heir to Harrenhal.”

Strong. The name burned in her ears and her eyes narrowed. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, she had no doubt now knowing he was from House Strong that he was the man her mother had all but sold her hand to. She had expected someone older, shorter, ugly even.

Honestly, it was almost a pity he didn’t outrightly look awful.

When she didn’t say a word nor make a move, Harwin cleared his throat, risking a glance over his shoulder to her brother. Jason made a motion to spur him forward.

“I, um,” Lord Strong continued, blinking a few times to fight the awkward tension bubbling around him. “I look forward to our wedding, my lady. You have been at least told that much, I hope?”

Her shoulders set themselves in a hard line, grip tightening on the wooden hilt of her sword. “At least one of us does, Lord Strong.”

Before he can say another word, her brother yells across the field in a voice that grated her nerves bare.

“Do the lovebirds require a bit of privacy, dear sister?” Followed by a laugh that had her teeth grinding together. 

“Don’t you have serving girls to go bother, brother? Or perhaps you’d like to fill in for the training dummy for a bit!”

“I quite like my angle, Maiden Knight,” he laughed again, crossing her arms as he saw her fuming. “It’s not every day you get to witness the taming of a stray cat!”

The shout she let out was loud enough to draw the attention of both families up on the balcony and then some; many lords and ladies were suddenly curious about the commotion out in the yard. It even drew the attention of the princess who, up until then, had stood dutifully by her father’s side greeting a few of the Great Houses and speaking to them for a moment before the filtered out of the throne room. 

Harwin barely blinked before he realized Fallon had begun rushing across the training yard towards her brother, who didn’t seem the least bit surprised by her outburst and just grinned like he had won some sort of game. Perhaps the ribbing between them had been a game of sorts, but it certainly hadn’t been one she enjoyed. He decided it was definitely a blind rage, so to speak, as she seemed to completely forget he was stood between them as her sword raised, just barely swinging past his head.

Fallon nearly jerked to a stop when his hand grabbed the wooden blade of the sword, turning her glare toward him. “Let go!”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, my lady-”

“And I don’t care what you think! I am going to kill him-”

“With a wood sword?”

She huffed, her curls falling into her face from where they fell loose from the pins stuck in a million places in her hair. The small moment of reprieve had him relaxing for just a moment before Jason decided to fuck it all up again.

“Come on, Fal, your princess is watching!”

Rhaenyra had pushed her way through the crowd to peer into the yard, watching the small exchange with wide eyes. She’d only had one good look at Fallon before and the following events had thrown a large shadow over that memory. Seeing her then, angry and vengeful, it was entirely different.

“Maybe she’ll throw her favor at you again if you ask nicely!”

Fallon shouted again, though that time Harwin was aware of what followed and took matters into his own hands.

Rather literally, as he dropped his grasp on her weapon to throw her over his shoulder.

Her shriek echoed across the courtyard, her fists connecting with the hard planes of his back covered in leather. It was loud enough to draw the full attention of both Lord Lyonel Strong and her mother, the latter of which looked absolutely horrified at the scene playing out before what she saw as the entirety of Westeros. Lyonel stifled a chuckle with a cough behind his hand, his younger son staring at the display in matching shock. 

Harwin barely seemed fazed by the matter, asking amongst the shrieks and flailing limbs if Jason wished to leave to a safer spot before he set his sister back down and turned her loose. The older Lannister was gone in a heartbeat, making the broader man laugh before letting the poor lady’s feet touch the ground again. She all but launched herself away from him, red-faced and nearly growling as she tried to put herself to rights again. 

“I have never been so humiliated-”

“I meant no offense, Lady Fallon, I assure you-”

“You swung me around like a bratty child!”

Harwin had to keep himself from laughing again as he held his hands up in an empty defense as she rounded on him. “I merely assumed it would be better for you to not murder your brother in the king’s courtyard-”

“You have no right to touch-”

“Lady Lannister?” The princess’ soft yet strong voice cut between them, causing both to turn towards her with staggeringly different expressions. Fallon had yet to fully drop her rage and Harwin nearly looked afraid for his safety. It was certainly a sight.

Rhaenyra barely blinked, keeping her expression ever diplomatic as she clasped her hands in front of her skirts. The weight of the scene finally settled over Fallon, her face flushing red again before she dropped into a stumbling curtsey before the newly crowned heir.

“Princess, forgive me, I seem to have left my manners of court back home.”

The princess chuckled softly to herself, violet eyes catching the sparse sunlight with a twinkle. “As well as your sword, it seems.”

Fallon’s hand grasped at the empty air at her side before she realized, barely noticing how Harwin bowed to the princess before walking to meet both of their parents who had come rushing down from the balcony. However, for her, the princess had her full attention. It was the same look she’d given her before the fight against Daemon, a look full of conspiratorial mischief and curiosity.

“As heir, I am to seek out someone to be my sworn protector,” she started, taking a single step towards the Lannister woman. “However, given the few knights I saw at the tourney, I am left with very few good choices.”

Fallon merely managed a nod, mind trying to keep up with the princess’ train of thought.

“I would not be mad if you refused, I could see how sore a subject it might be with your family,” Rhaenyra risked a glance to the side, watching Lady Lannister’s expression twist in confusion. “But, if you’d be willing-”

“Yes,” her answer was all but spat from her mouth, a bit too eager to be proper but earnest all the same. “I am more than willing, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra seemed to preen at the agreement, chin held higher with a smile. “Perfect, I will have your things sent for and new armor made. Would you still favor elements of the Maiden in your equipment? Or was that simply for show at the tourney?”

She wondered if she looked like a fish at that moment, eyes wide and mouth half open at the thought of it all. The supposedly “disgrace” of the family house, now chosen as the crown princess’ sworn sword. It wasn’t Tyland, it wasn’t Jason, it wasn’t another knight that had proven themself on horseback and had sent swords ringing through the stadium for hours that day. It was her. 

Fallon blinked quickly to settle her racing thoughts. “That wouldn’t be necessary, princess,” she muttered quickly. “The symbol of my house or yours would be sufficient if it needs marked.”

Rhaenyra teasingly arched her brow. “Of my house, Lady?”

Her cheeks burned again and she nearly wished Harwin would scoop her up again and take her away. “I-I didn’t mean-”

The princess laughed, light and airy, as her friend approached behind her tentatively, finally able to pull away from her father’s side. “You will learn that a pastime of mine is poking fun at those closest to me. Right, Lady Alicent?”

Alicent nearly winced, thinking of the torn page tucked away safely in her room. “I do wish you’d find another pastime. One less damaging to history.”

A man cleared his throat behind Fallon and the two younger girls began to whisper to each other, hiding small giggles behind cupped hands. The young Lady Lannister turned to see Harwin Strong smiling at the trio, one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other held dutifully behind his back. It took all of her willpower to not roll her eyes, settling back into the role of her mother’s only daughter when she noticed both of their parents watching her over his shoulder.

“Ser Strong,” her tone was clipped, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Your mother is quite nosey, I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

The girls behind her giggled again and she blinked at him owlishly. He sounded almost secretive, leaning towards them slightly as his voice dipped into a low whisper that nearly rumbled in his chest like a cat’s purr. 

Her green eyes regarded him cautiously, sizing him up as if she could fight him. More than likely, she could, but she was in a dress, completely unarmed, and her mother was watching. The last part wasn’t terribly important to her, but it certainly did top off the entire situation with a nasty red bow.

Her (begrudgingly)betrothed ducked his head almost sheepishly. “She asked me to see what you and the princess were discussing.” It was only then did he look past her to the two girls, nodding a small greeting to them. “Princess, Lady Hightower.”

Alicent dropped into her best curtsey, Rhaenyra just grinned as she glanced between her new knight and him. “Ser Strong.”

Fallon’s chin tilted up, trying to make up the few inches of height between them. “If you require news to report back to her, the princess has requested I be her sworn sword; I have just accepted.”

She had expected his expression to twist in confusion, to possibly curl in disgust. A woman as a princess’ knight? It was absolutely absurd, wasn’t it? Surely he would react just as her family would and she bristled as she watched his eyes go wide in surprise-

Why was he smiling?

“I saw you fight at the tourney, there’s no doubt you’re well suited for the job.” Fallon wondered if she was dreaming.

“Exactly my thoughts, Ser Strong,” Rhaenyra chirped from behind her. “I assume she will travel home to Casterly Rock to gather a few personal items and the rest will be sent for in time. In the meantime, I will inform my father and when you return,” she felt the princess gingerly touch her elbow, drawing her attention to her, “you will begin training with Lord Briarwood and assume your station.”

“And I will have the unfortunate task of informing your mother,” Harwin said with a soft chuckle, stepping away from the small group.

Her head spun as the princess drew her back into the conversation with Alicent, talking animatedly about something she hadn’t even begun to pay attention to. She was too distracted by the sour look her mother quickly wore before her mask came back into place as Harwin spoke about the role she’d been offered. He was still beaming, looking to his father with a look that she could’ve called pride had she known him longer than a handful of minutes. Part of her was still fuming, sulking in the back of her mind from how he had basically scruffed her like a kitten to keep her from her brother, that part still hated the fact they were sworn to one another. But, the more logical part of her, the one deeply instilled by her father, argued with the anger. He wasn’t the worst choice her mother could’ve promised her to. 

“Harwin, she nearly took your head off,” his father sighed, heavily, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“It was a wooden sword, Father, it wouldn’t have done much.”

“I apologize for my daughter’s behavior, truly, I will be having words with her the entire ride home,” her mother swore, fingers clutching at her necklace like a holy symbol.

Harwin just grinned, glancing behind him to catch a small smile on Fallon’s lips from something Rhaenyra had muttered to make Alicent cover her mouth with a laugh. He nearly missed his father mentioning something about calling the betrothal off since she would become the princess’ knight, his head snapping back around to protest.

“What? No!”

“She will be too preoccupied with her duties to court-”

“Make it a long engagement, then.”

Ceira Lannister’s jaw nearly dropped.

The entire ride home, she never said a word to her daughter, not about her new position in King’s Landing, not about her proposal, not even about her behavior towards her eldest brother.

The entire ride home, Fallon felt as if she’d conquered the entirety of Westeros. 

Tag list: @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers, @yippeecore, @soup-entity

[thecobblerwhomadethem]

What if there's a dancing festival?!?

(12 dancing princesses redesign)

Theres a monthy dancing festival and everyone wears masks so that everyone can express themselves freely and try new things without making a big deal about it. This also means that the princesses can join with masks! Now, this is Barbie Land, and they don't need to worry about assassin's or anything, so they don't disguise themselves that much. Most people know who they are and politely pretend they don't.

Other than dancing, what do the sisters do at the festival? Glad you asked!

Ashlyn enjoys observing everyone and ensuring her kingdom is doing well. She always joins the band for attention least a few songs

Blair does dressage! Horse dancing?? Dont know too much about it but there's definitely like 3 or 4 people who put on dressage preformences and shes absolutely one of them. It's a fairly large kingdom

Courtney probably joins a knitting circle? This kingdom is all about self expression and that includes all kinds of arts! She loves talking history with the older people and learning new things

Delia is dancing with her wife! She's the only one I've given a partner and they spend most of their time together. She also joins some sort of aim related sport like archery or darts. Croquet is probably too large for a festival

Edeline is competitive so she probably gets into a pseudo-dance battle at some point. Any sort of sport going on, she's in. Probably knows where to find the hot gossip too. Busy bee

Fallon is partner dancing with everyone and flirting the whole time. She definitely has a bunch of friends who she goes and giggles with whenever she's in town. She has a crush on at least one of them and flirts with everyone except them. Hopeless romantic bi 17 year old

Genevieve is dancing the. Whole. Time. She dances with each of her siblings at least once, and the tripplets at least 10 times. Derek has been swamped with work apprenticeing at the cobblers who get really busy before the festivals and is tired but gen's enthusiasm is infectious and he accepts her invite. They dance a couple times throughout the event and he brings her snacks and water when she looses track of time and forgets to take a break. In a completely platonic way of course/j

Hadley and Isla immediately run off to join the acrobatic performers. The performers, of course, politely ignore that they're princesses. They often "sneak" out of the castle to join the group during non festival days as well. They're known to the group as Haz and Ika. They're 13 and think they're being so smooth. They're mainly stiltwalkers but also excel in other ballance related acts like being lifted over someone's head on their foot or something

Hadley otherwise does some of the sports with Delia and Edeline or plays with the triplets. She seems like she'd be more outgoing than her twin but she's actually way less social

Isla goes and hangs out with her 2 crushes. They don't know each other yet so she devides her time. One is a girl from a well off family who is really into textile work and the other is the son of a Sailor who helps at the docks.

Jenessa Kathleen and Lacey stick together. They do a bit of everything, being passed between their sisters. Jenessa may get distracted by a bug or two. Kathleen may try to run off if she sees a pretty costume. Lacey may need some extra breaks because of her asthma

[dilf-docs]

Call It What You Want

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: you and pedro are married, but you've kept it a secret up to the point you sometimes forget there's supposed to be a golden band on your finger. but then you both get cast in your first movie together. the chemistry is off the charts, and it starts to catch upon you: will the lines between shipping and reality finally blur?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ñom), smut, dry humping, oral (m. receiving) while pedro wears the skirt™️ (welcome to another episode of the writer's barely disguised fetish), p. in v., teeny bit of angst because i malfunction if i don't bring sad vibes to the function, the worst ever attempt of comedy witnessed by human kind, they're so down bad it hurts, jealous!reader, possesive!pedro, reader speaks spanish and may or may not have direct/indirect latino blood somewhere, use of spanglish but no translations ☹️ (boo go do your homework, citizens. that's what u get for making my dieter bravo fic flop BYE), i transcripted two real interviews for this so keep those likes, reblogs and comments up in the air where i can see 'em 🪓🪓

word count: 11,706 words

side note: hello! this is me, sliding my cv to become president of the pedro pascal fics. i'm kidding, just on duty to fulfill another request 🫡 believe it or not, i envisioned something like this but for myself IJBOL we have to keep the delusional levels UP!! i hope this meets ur expectations, it was fun to write :)

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"Please welcome, the internet's newest darling, Y/n L/n!"

You walk into the set, cameras flashing bright and the band playing on the back. You hug Jimmy Fallon, and when he notices your body trembling he tells you everything will be alright. So did your manager before you stepped inside, but you can't help the nerves. You've never been this big before, and now it's all coming down together without letting you breath.

You take your seat and so does Jimmy.

"Hello, Y/n. This is your first time here, right?"

"Am I being too obvious?" you snort. The crowd laughs with you.

"Don't worry. It happens, especially when you're so young"

"Oh, please" you blush. "I can promise you there are kid actors who could handle this better than I am right now"

"Kid stars?" he lets out one of his famous cackles. "No need to be humble. You are great! Let's just talk about the year you've had: big breakout roles, ascend to fame, you're rocking it!" the crowd cheers, and you again turn into a flustered mess.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's hard to dimension when you've started as an extra for popular shows, to now being, you know, the main face of projects. But I could get used to it" you smile, "it's been a dream. I still can't believe it sometimes, look- I'm shaking"

The camera pans closer to the hand you're showing to Jimmy.

"Oh my God, even big stars like you get nervous"

"Big star? I wish I could feel like a constellation. I'm feeling more like a red dwarf star, baby"

The whole place bubbles in laughter. You feel better, your manager even giving you a thumbs up from behind the cameras.

"So, Y/n" Jimmy says once the laughter dies. "You just got casted in the upcoming Gladiator II movie, directed by Ridley Scott. How does it feel to be on your first big movie, alongside names like Paul Mescal, Denzel Washington and Pedro Pascal?"

You try to steady your heartbeat. "First of all, I have to say, it's such an honor to work with Scott. I grew up watching his movies. Like, Thelma and Louis is definitely my go-to movie. So, like, getting paired with such a talented cast is as awesome as terrifying" you answer with a laugh.

"Talking about that, you see" he leans closer, like he'll tell a secret. "I've heard things about you and a certain future co-star of yours"

You shift your position on the couch, your ring(less) finger itching. You have to avoid breathing in relief when Jimmy pulls out a picture.

"Oh. My. God"

He stiffles a laugh. No way. Has the room's temperature suddenly gotten hotter? Why is your face burning?

"Will you tell us the story behind this?" he asks, the camera focusing on the picture in question. The audience laughs, and you pray to God this is a nightmare, because it's too much embarrasment for a human to bear.

"Okay" you clear your throat, coughing awkwardly. "For my 25th birthday, I uploaded a bunch of pictures on Instagram, including ones where I was a teenager" you begin to giggle, "So. Um, there was this one, you see, that's, me, in my childhood home's bedroom, and my fans were quick to notice the poster above my bed"

"You mean, this one?" and Jimmy points it out. You cover your face with your palms. "It's a... Narcos poster" the audience laughs as you get redder. "A Pedro Pascal's Narcos poster"

"I know" you groan. "Picture this: me 18, and while my friends had posters of their favorite bands and artists, I was so different because I had a whole ass poster of a crime drama show about the world's most famous drug dealer on my bedroom" you recall with a laugh. "It was hard to explain to my mom. I believe she thought I wanted to sign for the DEA or something. When I told her I was going to be an actress, she was so relieved! She said: Oh, well. You'll die, but of hunger! Not a bullet in your head, at least"

"Oh. I'm so sorry. You proved her wrong though!"

"I did! Don't worry, Jimmy. She's my biggest fan now" you look at a specific camera before saying, "Te amo mami!"

"I see you speak spanish. I sometimes forget" he comments. "You've got one thing in common with Pedro, it seems. Think that'll make working with him less awkward?"

"I just hope he forgives me or I'm capable of moving out of the country and changing names" you giggle. "Pedro, lo siento!"

"Well, that's Y/n L/n, everyone! Pedro Pascal's number one fan" you burst out laughing in shame. "More on her lastest movie after the break"

mandoshoney: tell me i'm not the only one who started shipping pedro pascal and y/n l/n PLEASE can't wait to get content of them interacting ㅤㅤann-gell: mandoshoney y/n's pedro pascal's controversially young gf era starts now! i wonder how the press tour for #gladiatorII will go 🤔 unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they are dating ㅤㅤstarlightt180: unhing3dprincess ptwt can never tweet like normal ppl…wdym you're betting your grandma?!!!?

You were never a fan of secrets.

But then Pedro waltzed into your life with his charming smile and iconic mustache, and before you knew it, you had married him off in some church in California one random sunday morning ("I love you so much, can't wait to marry you, cariño" "If you can't wait any longer, why not now?")

Flash forward, four years later, and you'd think such event would be plastered all over the internet. But there is a reason why only you, family, a selected number of friends and your agents knew: you kept it a secret.

To the world, he was Chile's most elegible bachelor and you were a young rising star. The public loved both of you for the same reasons: charming persona and acting skills. Yet inside the privacy of your home, he was Pedro and you were y/n, wife and husband; he was yours as you were his.

And of course, no marriage is perfect, and your first real challenge is rather funny: you both get casted in your first movie together.

It shouldn't be hard, but it is. Being inside the Gladiator II set during seven months, so far away yet so close at the same time, was torture. You were Rome's empress and he's Marcus Acacius, yet behind the scenes, the actual married couple were you both.

It was hard to pretend you didn't know what he looked like without clothes when he wore his bathing suit, or that you didn't know his favorite food when Paul asked, or acting like you weren't interested in dating when a local in Malta during your trip at the beach asked you out (he didn't know who you were. You were flattered when he called you pretty in such a hot European accent, but then Pedro appeared from seemingly "nowhere" and you remembered what your real favorite accent was. He immediately called you bonita after that)

It was so hard to keep hands to yourself when he walked by you, covered in fake blood. To not think about licking it all over and under his armour. So was to pretend the thought of dry humping him with his Roman skirt on wasn't tempting. Or that the urge to kiss him got harder and harder to fight each passing day, even getting to a point where you would envy Connie for being able to kiss your husband in the open more, a privilege you didn't have.

You were loosing your mental health here. But Pedro was no better.

It was so hard to see you, the Moroccan sun shining over your features like you were an angel. Otherworldly. That he'd see red when you'd finish filming a scene with Joseph, forcing himself to interrupt the small chat you'd engage in after. He too couldn't keep pretending he didn't want to tear off those silk dresses out of your body, and kiss you out in the open like Joseph did.

He almost failed once, cornering you in the hallway of the hotel you were staying. His hot breath lingered on your neck. I miss you, he had said. You felt his hard brush the inner of your thigh. We can't, you whispered in a dragged out voice.

It was hard.

So you gave him your used panties, and you swear you could hear him jacking off in the bathroom of his room, next to yours. He'd screamed your name, and your hand had found it's way to your dripping cunt, doing what he was supposed to do; touching you the way he did. And you came, drowned out moans against your pillow. But it wasn't like when he did it.

But God has heard your prayers.

For the first time in weeks, you're lucky. You find Pedro sitting alone in the cafeteria, his phone in hand. He's still wearing his armour and skirt, not bothering to change for the break. You aren't God's strongest soldier, but you're trying not to go down on him so badly right here and now.

"Hey" he raises his head when he hears your voice, smile adoringly. It only grows wider when he notices you alone. "Thought you'd never get rid of Paul. He's like, stitched to you"

"Same can be said about you and Joseph" you sit across him, and despite most of his tone being playful, there are still hints of jealousy behind. It arouses you deeply, and with this hot summer day above you, your skin isn't the only thing that's getting sticky.

"In case you haven't read the script, I'm his wife" you wink. "Sorry this is how you find out"

He laughs loudly, and God, how have you missed that laugh. Sure, it's been there when you've been out with the cast together, but it doesn't tingle your chest as when you're the cause of it; it feels like it's for you only, and that's what makes it special.

"I miss you so much" he whispers, his hand sliding across the table, finding yours. His thumb carresses your soft palm, and you melt under Pedro's tender touch.

"I do too" you sigh, but it's instantly replaced by what could only be described as a smug face. You lean closer, whispering on his ear, the warm meeting cold. He shivers. "Wanna know something?"

"I'm all ears"

"I just came back from walking. Guess what?No one is 'round here" you lean back against your chair, shit-eating grin on your face as all his body tenses up. "Made sure of it. The trailer zone is empty too"

Pedro gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes look at you.

"Y/n" calling your name as a warning.

"What? Can't a girl find ways to have her husband all for herself?" you snort. "Please say yes" you let go of his hand, but the free fingers now travel across his broad chest, taunting him. "C'mon, we both deserve a break"

He can't say deny you anything, can he? You know it, he knows it.

Before you register, his big hand engulfs yours as you run across the set. You giggle at his rushed steps, even more when you stand before his trailer and he's fumbling his slippery hands with the doorknob, sloppy movements erratic.

"But you told me to stop" you tease, and he doesn't even let you add more because he's pushing you inside, forcing you with rough calloused hands to a chair and then you to sit over his lap.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've spoiled you way too much" he groans against your lips. "Lo sabes, ¿verdad? Just can't say no to you"

Your eyes darken dangerously, the hunger on them mirroring his own.

"How could you ever say no to this?"

You press your chest against his broad one as your lip bites into his lower one, teasing. Pedro feels his underwear getting tighter when your tongue finds its way inside his mouth, even getting a glimpse of the taste of the strawberries you had earlier before.

He deepens the kiss, and when you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn't waste his lonely mouth and busies himself with the task of kissing your sun-kissed neck, licking and pressing his lips under your jaw. Pedro goes even lower, down until he's reached your collarbone, making you groan a bit under his wet sloppy needy mouth. He's enjoying how putty you are under his intense kissing, fingers in his curls, that have begun to damp under the ablaze of the small space and pleasure that fills the air.

"Kiss me again in my lips" you whine after a while of him teasing you with kisses that get only rougher. "Pretty please, papi"

You cup his face in your hands, and Pedro's back to kissing you in the mouth, tasting all of your insides as he hasn't had in what feels like a lifetime.

"Of course, baby. Missed this pretty mouth" he mumbles in between hot kisses, his now growing boner pressing into you.

"Baby" you giggle. The skirt he's got on may hide it, but your fingers refused to wait, pulling it up. His bulge presses against the shorts he's got under the skirt, and you can feel your pussy and mouth drool. "We have to do something about this big boy" your hands pull down the short, leaving just his underwear on. He's about to remove the skirt, but your demanding hands stops him. "This stays"

His brown concerned eyes make you laugh, but you don't give him time to think about it, rather grinding against his erection. Pedro's breath hitches when he feels your daring movements, bucking his hips against yours.

The friction is addicting, and he captures your lips once again to make you feel what he can't with words: how fucking good this feels.

You keep moving over his aching dick. Your husband throws his head back, groaning in pleasure at the way your hips move against him, knowingly. His hands find their way to your ass under the flowy almost translucent skirt you chose to change in, gripping the rosy skin tightly, hands almost covering all of it.

"You wore this for me, right, cariño? Knew I couldn't say no" he groans, firm hands on your cheeks, the grinding meeting his hips now harsher. "Less with you walking around with this slutty skirt of yours"

You make little sounds he's obssesed with, dripping out of your filthy mouth.

"Fuck" Pedro groans after a while, "I need to have you, mami. Missed you so much" eager fingers make it to your top. He growls, deep within him―guttural, ready to pull it off as he mumbles naughty wife when he realizes you got no bra on, chastising you for a "rushed" plan that seemed planned all along, when a sound cuts through the air.

You both stop.

The sound gets clearer.

It's a knock. A knock at his door.

A knock in Pedro's trailer.

And you are inside. Both.

While you're grinding him.

With his skirt on.

(It's time to build a bomb and kill yourselves off and whoever is stading behind that door)

"Pedro!" a familiar accent calls. Peudrou. It's Paul. "Hey, man. Just wondering if you are here"

He's debating on speaking up when he sees your red face and rising-falling chest before him.

"Answer" you whisper breathlessly. He tries not to groan when he fills you slip out of the spot in his middle while also trying not to think about murdering Paul as soon as he gets out.

Aside from the order, you're unexpectedly quiet, and Pedro quirks an eyebrow at you. He knows you better―you're his wife after all, and if there's something he's aware of, is your inability to loose.

"I'm here" tone clipped and annoyed. But no footsteps backtracking are heard: the Irish man is still there.

You bite your lip, watching the skirt with his legs spread, a sight too tempting. Also, he was still hard, as hard as the task to not go and keep doing your job.

Oh, fuck this shit.

Your devilish hand equals the grin in your face, fingers making their way toward his unattended bulge.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asks, but Pedro's attention has completely deviated, now focused on how they land right over his clothed dick, skirt pulled up by your other hand. "I thought you were at the cafeteria"

"Yeah?" but it comes out strained, yet the younger man doesn't notice or comment.

His hips raise when your fingers press his member, massaging it.

"Yeah" he uses a tone that equals a duh. "You texted me yourself"

Pedro rolls his eyes, wishing desperately he would go away, annoying him just as much as a fly hovering above fresh food. Talking about food, fuck, weren't you hungry? He tried to warn you, holding your wrist, but all resolve was lost the moment you looked in his eyes: he immediately pulled down his briefs, dick sprouting hard.

"Well, changed my mind" his tone falters in between words, member now free from the confines of his tight underwear.

"Are you tired, man? You sound tired" Paul comments on his tone. "Came to rest?"

You spit on your hand, and he gulps.

"Somethin' like that"

You start to jerk him off, leaving little wet kisses and licks just above his dick. Pedro's eyes are hypnotized, glued to every lick of yours across his girth, the spit making your movements smoother. Sexier. Fuck.

"Well, sorry to break it to you but rest time is over. They want us back on set now"

Your tight needy lips are wrapped around his his length and it's so hard to keep the talk normal when he justs wants to yell at Paul to fuck off. Your hand is there too; you are as of help as much as you aren't.

"I'll be there, Paul, just―Fuck!"

But his attempt to cover a moan doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you alright in there?" he tries to enter, but Pedro locked the door. He's yelling he's fine, but Mescal doesn't sound convinced. "I can't go inside; it's locked. Are you sure you are okay, mate?"

"Didn't want you to take a picture of me drooling on my sleep" he manages to get out in a monotone voice. A real win if you take into account you've gotten to a point where you squeeze under his cock, massaging his balls.

"Smart move!" he chuckles from outside. "I guess I'll see you there"

Pedro covers a moan with his palm as he's throwing his head back in pleasure. He can feel his orgams looming over, minstrations growing sloppier around his pulsating cock, the need to fill your greedy evil mouth with his seed making him sick. He's a simple man: he just wants his pretty wife to fuck his cock silly and come in her mouth in peace. Is that so hard to get this days?

Paul seems to be finally gone as Pedro can't keep containing his grunts anymore, steps moving: until said steps sound closer again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, have you seen Y/n? I can't find her anywhere" it's coming. His orgasm is coming in the absolute worst moment. He can feel you gagging at his hard rock cock, hitting the back of your throat now. Still, your hands don't loose their grip on his cock and skirt, determination filling that sexy little body of yours. It was rather admirable the effort you were putting in this. "Think she went to the beach? She said she loved it. God, that little rebel. Anyway, if you see her, tell her-"

He leans his head back once again, seeing stars. No one knows him like his wife, truly.

The sight of you drooling from your chin, the wet sounds of him fucking himself onto your mouth as your spit-coated fingers pump his girth, you gulping down the precum from his tip, his fingers holding your face roughly by the cheeks...

"Yes, Paul, yes!" Pedro barks, barely hiding the moan that erupts from his ribcage, thick shots of his hot cum hitting your tongue and deep of the throath. "Fuck off and let me get ready"

"Jesus, mate, chill. I'm sorry. See you there"

And Paul Mescal's hovering fly ass is finally gone.

"Poor Paul" you say as soon as you pull off his length, voice raspy as you huff for air. Pedro lovingly cleans rests of your saliva and his cum from your chin as he chuckles at how much audacity, courage and horniness could fit in such a small young body. "You've ruined the friendship"

"You think?" he licks off some as you sit on his lap again, tongue directly on your face. You feel aroused again, but time's up. "It's your fault. That and this"

He points down.

"Just as you used that pretty head of yours to think of the trouble you just made, think of an excuse for Mr. Ridley about the skirt"

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"You know what I think would be fun?" Pedro comments while you wait for the interview's set to be prepared.

Tour press has finally begun. That meant you could go home for a while after the filming wrapped, just to be back for the promotion of the film. You were excited of course, the experience new and thrilling. After much needed battery recharging and husband/wife time, you were ready to take over the world.

But then Paul got sick.

Today's interview was scheduled to be him and Pedro, but since he was unavailable, they paired him with you, since you both spoke Spanish (which felt slightly racist in your opinion), and because Fred and Joseph were already paired up for the other.

You leave your coffee, knowing he's about to say something stupid or endearing, perhaps both, brown liquid probably spilling out of your mouth. Or worst, nostrils.

"Tell me"

"What if we left little hints that we're together?" his smile is one of mischief. "Like you could wear my cap, or I could wear a chain with your initial around my neck, like Ryan Gosling did at the Barbie premiere"

"Or as Taylor Swift sang" you counter. "But Pedro, dear, you're underestimating our fans. You don't think they'll match it sooner than we think?"

"Maybe" he agrees. That's just what I want. "What's funny is we're about to do a type of interview where we could blow our cover"

"Maybe" you repeat, "or maybe you don't know all about me as much as you think, Mr. Pascal"

He fake gasps, feigning hurt. "Is this a dare, Mrs. Pascal?"

"No" you try to be mature for once, cutting the banter as much as you'd like to go on and kiss him right there. "Also, remember to answer incorrectly sometimes, you know..."

"There's no way I'm letting you win though"

"Pedro, no seas necio!"

The producers arrive just in time to let you know it's ready.

"After M'lady" he's back to being charming as he is, not as husband charming but just Pedro Pascal charming. The nerve of this guy to do it in front of the LADbible crew.

"Whatever" you grumble, the nerves getting the best of you as you realize this interview may or may not give away more than you've been allowed before.

"Hello, I am Y/n L/n" you present yourself. Wow, the camera is really close. This isn't going to end well.

"And I'm Pedro Pascal"

Hearing his voice soothes you. It's okay, y/n, you got this. "And this is Do You Really Know Me- No wait, it's do you even know me. Okay, let's start again: Hello, I'm Y/n and this is-"

"I don't even know anymore" Pedro jokes, making you laugh. "Do you even know me?" he asks while looking forward, now making the crew laugh.

"This is Pedro Pascal, that'll do" you sigh.

"This is gonna be sad, she's not going to know any of these" he says, but in reality, he's mocking you, the mischief in his eyes glowing as he only looks at you tauntingly.

"Same can be said about you" you tease, "we're like a million years away"

"That's not true!" he gasps, "I watch your every move" punctuating each word. God, you try not to make a face. "I have Google alerts on you"

If he was gonna play, so were you.

"Glad to know I have you alerted" with the sweetest voice ever, seeing how his friendly façade falters for a bit at the tone you've used. You laugh, and Pedro takes the chance to laugh it off too.

After the introduction, they ask one of you to keep score, and you offer yourself because, well, you don't trust Pedro.

"I'll go first" you say. "Which was my first ever role in the industry? As an extra during an episode of Stranger Things, as a voice actor in A dog's purpose" you can't help but laugh, "or as a back-up dancer in Hustlers?"

"In Hustlers?" Pedro inquires in disbelief. "You're telling me you were in Hustlers?! I didn't even know you could dance!"

Lies. You and Pedro sometimes put some bachata and dance in the kitchen. God bless Juan Luis Guerra.

"Jennifer Lopez and I are practically besties" you answer nonchalant.

You know the answer. He does too. But he chooses the last one for comedic purposes.

"I'll go with Hustlers. Now that I'm looking at you, you do have a... dancer face"

"It's okay, you can say the forbidden word. I'll take it as a compliment" you laugh, "you're wrong, though. The answer is Stranger Things"

"No way!" and it sounds as if he genuinely didn't know. Good lying son of a bitch; Jim Carrey on Liar, Liar would've been proud.

"Yes. If you look in the background of season two, on this one episode where Nancy and Steve appear to have broken up during a halloween party, you can see me drinking from a cup on a corner"

"That's so crazy"

"Yeah, I was twenty already, yet playing a highschooler" you giggle. "Wow, time flies by. Anyway, we're both at zero. Your turn"

"What film did my dad not let me see at the cinema when I was, uh, ten years old?" Pedro reads from his card. "Rambo: first blood, The Breakfast Club, Day of The Dead"

"I'm going to base this in the year you were born. Okay, so 1975. Let's see" one of the things Pedro loves about you is that you're like a film encyclopedia, but right now, that'll cost him a point. "They all came out the same year, and they were also R rated. Hmmh, I'll choose The Breakfast Club"

Your analysis was just mindless bragging really. You knew the answer the moment he started reading the question, because the anecdote came during a time he heard you listening to the movie's soundtrack ("Did you know that my dad...")

"You complain about Paul all the time, but you're just the same" he comments. "She's a real competitor, people!"

You flush in embarrasment. "Okay, that's one for me. Next question" you read the card in your hands. "What pet do I own? An orange cat named Louis after my favorite singer, a fish, or a Shih Tzu named after my brother"

The orange cat lives with you both. You're curious as to how he'll answer.

"You aren't naming a Shih Tzu frickin' Fernando" he laughs, so loud, it ends up catching up to you and the crew. "I'll go with the cat"

"That's correct" you lament. "How would you know?"

As if the damn cat doesn't love him more than he loves you.

"I follow you on Instagram" he defends himself. Clever. "We are, um, what do you call it-"

"Oomfs"

"I'm not gonna try to pronounce your made up language. Okay, my turn. Which of these characters I've played in Saturday Night Live? Naughty daddy, protective mom, or weird uncle who has a creepy sneeze" he reads out loud in a confused tone.

This is easy. It was all over your timeline.

"Protective mom" you answer on a beat.

"This isn't fair, that was really popular!" he complains.

"It's still two for me and one for you" you mock. "Now, what is the nickname the internet has given me? I won't give you clues because it's an easy one"

"Easy? You said we were million of years apart and now I'm supposed to know?"

"Well, you seem to manage Instagram so I think you'll be just fine" you tease, and Pedro just wants to rip that smirk off of you. So he caves in first.

"It's people's princess"

"What?!" your eyes grow comically large, shimmering with betrayal as you shout with an incredulous tone. "I can't believe you know" more like can't believe you said it.

"You're royalty! How am I supposed to not know that, internet darling? Besides, told you: I keep my eye on you" and he winks.

This motherfucker. Oh, he's totally sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Talk about internet darlings" your snarky tone comes out, and Pedro knows he's pissed his competitive wife off. "I guess we have a tie. Your turn"

"What are the initials of my full name?" his brows furrow. "I forget. JBPP, JPBP, JBPP"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite. "B, of course"

"But that's too easy, everyone with Google knows it!" but then he's leaning into your ear, whispering in a very low voice to make sure only you hear. "I'll let it pass, though. Love hearing you pronounce my name, mami"

Your face grows obscenely red. "I'm back ahead. Let's see if you can keep up. Okay, here it goes" you read the card, "what is the director I've stated I want to work with? Greta Gerwig, Pedro Almodóvar, or Quentin Tarantino"

"Pedro Almodóvar, no? You said you were jealous I had already worked with him" he playfully nudges you. Too much contact, face hot again. Maybe in group interviews you'll do better, because right now, you're doing a rather poor job at controlling yourself, even as an actor; you can already picture your agent pulling her hair behind the cameras.

"It's Greta Gerwig, actually"

"What?! No way, you told me this!" he grumbles. "This game is rigged"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still jealous. I just think working with Greta Gerwig is peak womanhood, and I gotta live that. So, Greta, if for some reason this silly video gets to you, call me. I promise I'm not that childish"

"She is" Pedro slips in, "don't call her. So unprofessional" in a mocking exaggerated tone.

"Whatever, you sore looser. Me three, you two. Next!"

"Fine. Which of these songs would I have played at my funeral? My Heart Will Go On, Purple Rain, Nothing Compares To You"

He looks at you, silently pleading you to not answer correctly. Your competitive side screams in agony.

"I have no idea. Why do I feel you've already said it somewhere, though? I'll go with Nothing Compares To You, because the first its too corny for you and the second too epic"

He scoffs, amused at the fact that you did obey, but at what cost? Pedro's well aware his princess can get as competitive, if not worse, than Paul.

"You're saying I'm not epic enough for Purple Rain? Too bad, because that's the answer" you grunt, crossing your arms. "That's right, I am cool enough to have it played. I guess we're tied again!"

"No, you don't loose a point. It's still three to two. This just gives you the opportunity to tie"

"W-wait a minute"

"Settle down" you pat his thigh, "you can still try, handsome"

He gulps when your hand meets his skin, despite the layer of clothes. It's still something that gets him on edge, no matter the years you've known each other. And handsome? You came here for blood.

"Okay, here's your chance: what image of me became trending topic on twitter? An image of me eating a typical dish from my country, an image of me watching Deadpool and Wolverine with glasses while Hugh Jackman's shirtless scene reflects on them or C, me meeting Taylor Swift at the backstage of the Eras Tour"

"The typical dish is tempting" he muses out loud, "but I'll go with the Taylor Swift one because that sounds like something that'd trend"

"You're right" you throw your card. "I'm not complaining though. Best day of my life"

"Does this mean I'm winning?" he beams excitedly. "Oh, in your face Paul! I will finally win something!"

"Slow down, cowboy. There's still some left"

He purses his lips. "Let me have this one thing, would you? Guess not. Here it comes" he starts to read his card, "At school I competed in state competitions, in which sport? Soccer, lacrosse, swimming"

"Swimming" you answer hastily, trying not to think on Pedro wearing tight little swimsuits, as you've only seen him wearing swim trunks.

"Okay, that's dissapointing. Please continue"

"I participated in which play while I was in highschool? Hamlet, The Iliad or Much Ado About Nothing"

You doubt he remembers. The only time it ever came up, was when you visited your parent's house and a photography of you during said play was showed to him by your dad.

"The Iliad, right?" you laugh. The answer is wrong: It's Hamlet. "What? I swear it was that one! It's just you have very..." beautiful is at the tip of his tongue but he refrains himself, "...very greek features"

You can't help but laugh.

"Why of course! This is a face people go to war for"

"I agree" your heart skips a beat, "but I don't think I'll make it that far, if we talk about a war"

"You big fat liar!" you slap his arm playfully. "You've played all sort of characters, from soldiers of all nationalities and places, and like, superheroes, f*****g Joel Miller, even a DEA agent. You at least learned something!"

"Wow, slow down, this isn't a filmography recount" he jokes. Liar, you mouth to the cameras. "Okay, last one: I became a viral sensation for eating what type of sandwhich in LADbible's snack wars: BLT, PB&J, grilled cheese"

You remember the video fondly. Even your brother had sent it to you, along a text that said: Isn´t this your husband?

"PB&J, I win!" you cheer, instantly getting off the chair to do a celebratory dance. Pedro doesn't say anything, just throwing the cards away while the fondness of his eyes betrays him.

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"Hello, I'm Paul Mescal. I'm here with my friends from the cast of Gladiator II" Connie and you both raise your palms to greet the camera, laughing when you realize you'd done it at the same time, "and we are going to play a game about how well we know each other for Vanity Fair" the irish man introduces the interview you're filming today.

"Did they prompt you?" Pedro speaks up, "or did you just make that up on the fly?"

You laugh a bit too loud, hoping they cut it off in the editing process.

Paul goes first, taking up a card with the first question written on it.

"Okay. Question: What's my least favorite day of the week?"

"Tuesday" answers Joseph once Paul is done reading. "Oh, you're writing it down?"

"Yeah" he answers.

"You just wrote Tuesday" Connie points out, Paul's card on his legs. You laugh along the rest.

"Yeah" he repeats laughing. "I actually, when you said Tuesday" Yeah, he said Tuesday Pedro adds on the background of laughter. "I was like...I'm gonna give everybody a point for that"

"I think I deserve a point for being observant" Connie complains.

Everyone gets a point and Paul moves towards the next question.

"What was the name of my character in Normal People?"

"Connell" both you and Joseph answer, looking at each other before squinting your eyes playfully.

"Callum" Pedro answers out loud at the same time, and you laugh. He clearly had slept when you played it for a re-watch last summer.

"No, you're out" Paul pokes Pedro next to him.

"Connel" Joseph repeats, and Fred agrees to the same answer.

Paul then asks Connie what's hers after he confirms you three.

"Connor?" she asks, confused.

"Incorrect. Three points" while pointing you three.

"You got wrong" he tells Pedro, "Callum's a different character"

"See? You just don't pay attention when you watch things" you blurt out, stopping yourself before adding the with me. It would be harder to come back from that, but so is this as everyone looks at you, even your husband, subtle panic in his eyes. Where the cameras this close? How long had you been silent?

"It's just, quick funny story" you improvise. "Pedro didn't know much about Paul's career, and as I am a fan, I took the time to show him and recommend him your stuff" Paul smiles. "Clearly, my fanatism didn't rub on Pedro but a girl can try"

He laughs, before saying "So the answer is Connell" and you try so hard to remain normal like the energy hasn't shifted.

"He only plays characters with the letter C in the name" Pedro jokes, chewing on a toothstick he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. More laughs follow, and you are so grateful for how he's handling your little metida de patada.

"What's number one on my bucket list?" he asks next, "and don't look at my answer"

The marker is the only sound to be heard, and then Pedro jokingly tries to take a peek.

"No peeking" Connie berates as Pedro laughs.

"You're not gonna be able to see that" Paul replies in an anyways tone.

You repeat the same joke, before Fred blocks you. "Not you too!"

Paul finishes after a while, Connie commenting it was long. Joseph raises his hand.

"Yes, Joseph"

"Is it to see the Great Wall of China?" he asks.

"No, but it's in that-"

"It's close, isn't it?" you interrupt.

"...family of thought" he finishes.

"It's to go and see something" Pedro points out.

"Okay. Rajasthan" tries Connie. "Go to Rajasthan, for a tour"

"Travel to South America" Paul interrupts with the correct answer, "I've never been to South America"

"I'm from South America" Pedro comments, never missing a chance to shout out his dear Chile.

Paul jokes about him getting three points while the rest of you laugh.

"I was born in South America. 17 points for Pedro"

"I want points too" you jump on the joke. "I know Spanish, so I can take you there and avoid you getting lost, mi querido amigo"

"But who was born there?" Pedro counters, "you get no points"

"I think Joseph is the only person who gets a point there" Paul adds, "because everybody just jumped on the bandwagon"

"He said to visit the Great Wall of China" Pedro protests, "which is nowhere near South America"

"It really is not" Connie agrees.

"Qué gente tan tramposa" you complain. "That's unfair. I remove my offer"

"Think about bucket list, and he came up with travel to bit" he tries to reason Joseph's point.

"And by the way, where in South America?" Pedro questions.

"Don't fight, don't fight" pleads Joseph, the calm one. Fred just sits there, enjoying the chaos.

"I want, any, I want to do a big tour of everywhere" Mescal defends himself.

Pedro doesn't back down. "'Cause it's very different"

Paul starts to get angry too. Jesus, men. Competitive men of it all.

"I know it's very different" making an annoyed face.

"Well, different is nice" you intervene, a hand placing in Pedro's left shoulder. "If you stop giving points for free, I'll come with you to the big everywhere tour"

"Alright" Paul agrees. "When's my birthday?" is the next question.

"February" all of you say.

Joseph struggles with the date first, saying seventh, then fourth. Fred tries with ninth, Pedro with eight, and then Joseph starts counting from one to two. Fred counts from eleven to twelve.

"Second" Mescal reveals. "Point to Joseph"

"Oh my God, you guys are good" Connie mentions.

"That's all my questions" and it's time to move on the next one: which happens to be your dear husband, Pedro.

"Paul is like" he brings up while the toothpick dances on his teeth, "Paul is motivated to catch up on points. He's coming for you" to pick on his competitive side as Mescal looks deep in thought.

"He's coming. He's coming" Joseph repeats as Fred laughs.

"What is my full name?"

"Oh! Pedro-" Paul tries in a blink. "Something, J? Jose? Juan?"

"Pedro Pascal, something, something" says Joseph.

"Nope"

"No?"

"Pedro Maria, Jose Maria Pascal" Paul struggles.

Pedro is about to answer when your voice cuts through the air.

"It's José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite.

"It indeed is!" he says, smiling a bit too much. "She gets a point"

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" your husband repeats in a more english-friendly pronunciation, looking at the camera while toying with his toothpick.

"I said Jose, I said Jose" Paul protests.

Pedro shakes his head. "You said Jose, but then you put it-"

Connie takes Paul's side. "You did say Jose"

"But then you put it behind Pedro which eliminate- which disqualified you" he replies.

Paul gets angry. That sore looser.

"That's absolute bullshit"

"Don't worry mate, the game has just begun" you joke, making the man more irritated. "Think you can get ahead of me?"

"Joseph is still ahead, y/n" Paul counters, still irritated. "Besides, wouldn't it be cheating? You can speak Spanish!"

"So? Not like speaking a language allows you to know every person's name Paul" you mock. He just snorts, despite still being half angry. Pedro is allowed to continue, trying not to make a face at yours and Paul's banter.

"The question is, who is my favorite actor?" he reads. As the cast members laugh, he uncaps the marker with his mouth, and now you have to try not to make a face, thinking about those teeth sinking into your flesh.

Quinn raises his hand. "It's me"

"That you're my favorite actor?"

"Yeah. You said that to me once" the bald man sounds sure of it.

Paul tries to think in the background. So do you. How can you not know this? he must've brought it up at least once.

"Do you remember?" Joseph insists.

Pedro finally remembers. "I said you were- I said I thought you were special"

"Oh" he sounds rather dissapointed.

"And special can mean a lot of things" he jokes, laughing by himself. Fred laughs with you as Joseph makes a face, your laughter turning even louder when you notice Paul all moody, trying to get this point.

"Who's your favorite actor?" Paul asks, "I think we just have to shoot from the hip here guys"

"Marlon Brando?" Connie guesses.

"Is it Harrison Ford?" Fred guesses.

"Let's go with Harrison Ford just because he's my favorite actor..."

You can't believe you didn't know this. You've re-watched and watched so many Star Wars content together. He gives you a brief look, knowing you're embarrased at your lack of answer.

"As a kid?"

"He's most influent, yeah" Pedro agrees.

"What job did I have before I became a full-time actor?" is next.

"Dancer. You were a great dancer" Paul aswers. Both Fred and Joseph repeat it, adding he was specifically a go-go dancer.

"Oh, he is" you add. "Videos of you dancing are lovely. Ever thought of getting back in the bussiness?"

He laughs, what appears to be a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Sure, darling. When you ask me to dance, I'll be there"

Nobody comments on this, too busy waiting for Pedro to say yes or no to the answer they believe to be right. But he isn't saying it is. Now you remember why.

"Come on, come on, come on" Paul begs.

"Can any of you guys remember?" Pedro pleads.

They insist that he danced in Spain, then New York, then settle with Spain again, even Pedro confirming so. But it still isn't the answer written on the card, no matter how much the boys insist.

"Connie?" he tries. She just looks confused.

"The answer in the card is-"

"Waiter" you answer. "You were a waiter"

Now you have three points under your belt.

"Why do you always say the answer at last?!" Paul grumbles. "You are cheating!"

"I'm not" you laugh the accusation off. "You just can't accept I'm better"

"Si que lo eres" Pedro agrees. "Es divertido hacer que se enoje Paul"

"What did you say about me? It's not fair, you're probably sharing the answers!" he's still adamant on insisting with the supposed cheating issue, making you laugh.

Now it's Connie's turn, who starts with: "How many languages do I speak?"

You put a puzzled look.

"You speak seven, eight maybe" Joseph guesses. Pauls says she speaks french, "but most likely seven"

Pedro points his finger at him. "Once he gets going, he's on a roll"

"Joe's got it" Connie agrees.

"Paul, end this reign" Pedro jokes. He looks rather frustrated.

"And the bonus points" Connie offers. "Okay, bonus, what are they?"

"This is an emperor's reign" your husband adds.

Joseph answers: Italian. Danish. English. Swedish. French. Spanish. Norwegian.

Connie agrees she speaks Spanish, making you jump in excitement.

"Oh, I didn't know that!" you beam. "Wait, does that mean you did get what Pedro and I gossiped about you?"

"What?" Joseph asks.

"Nada" you quickly correct yourself. "Yo no dije nada"

"Not that much. I just speak a bit of Spanish. I mostly dominate my own language, German and English"

"You blew our cover!" Pedro nags, hitting your bare leg, yet its devoid of anger.

"He needs a bonus" comments Connie, surprised at Joseph.

"This is horrifying" Pedro says when Joseph gets another point and a fricking bonus on top of that. "This is a slaughter"

"Oh, for which film did I have a gym built in my garage?"

Both Joseph and Paul answer the question correctly, saying Wonder Woman. The latter is quick to state they both get that point.

"That's one for me" Paul says, then looks at you. "And none for you"

You stick out your tongue at him as Connie reads the next card.

"If I were to take this cast on a vacation where would I take you?"

"Ibiza" answers Joseph. Connie agrees in Spanish, with a cute and excited correcto.

Your husband feels the need to crack a joke at Quinn's expense.

"Somebody was paying attention to Connie Nielsen very closely during the shooting of this movie"

"Okay. What is my favorite curse word in Danish?"

"Fuck" Pedro tries.

"No"

"Nobody is going to get that, Connie" Paul bickers.

"Oh, I don't know any Danish" you lament.

"At least now you know how it feels" Mescal drops, making you snort. You playfully kick him on the ribs with your shoe.

"It's very simple" Connie gives as a clue. "It's the same word in every language"

"Shit" Paul tries.

"Satan" she reveals.

Everybody is laughing in confusion at that, saying there's no way you could use that.

"Vos Satan!" Connie curses.

Now it's Fred's turn.

"What is my weirdest on-set habit?"

"I haven't noticed you do anything weird on set" Paul tells.

"I have" Pedro interrupts.

They all get on a small briefing about what could it possibly be, that it was weird, and wasn't part of his character, as you ponder. It was funny before, but now Paul is behind you by a point. So think fast.

"Yeah. I would say being yourself" Pedro jokes, but surprisingly, it works.

"Me! Five points for Pedro" he celebrates as you all laugh. "Love Fred. Oh, Fred"

"Oh, oh, okay" he moves to the next question. "What is my favorite reality TV show?"

Joseph tries with Survivor and Paul with Alone. Truth is, you don't watch any show of said kind, only vagely hearing about Love Island.

"You and I have talked about reality TV" Pedro reveals, "It's just that we never identified one"

They keep guessing shows that sound like a foreign language to you.

"You know what's offensive? That I'm the second youngest of this cast and I have no idea what are you all talking about"

"She's not to be trusted" Pascal quips, "can't trust someone who doesn't appreciate the art of reality TV"

You huff, annoyed.

"Is it A&E stuff?" Pedro asks.

"Yeah, it's the competitive cheapskates" Fred answers. "It's people that really save money on everything"

Pedro gets the point because he mentioned the A&E bit.

"There's like this amazing guy that made a stew out of fish bones, and I just thought it was incredible" he shares. Then, moves to the next question. "What is my go-to crafty snack?"

Nobody remembers eating snacks on set, and Fred gives the clue that it's a drink. Joseph says it's a smoothie, and he does remember it but it isn't the answser.

"I'm thinking of something specific. That Emerge-C that you put in the water"

"Oh, that's very good" you agree, so does the rest, even discussing the best colors

"Who in the cast would I ask to bail me out of jail?"

Everyone even Pedro agree its him. Everyone gets a point, yet Joseph remains ahead.

It's Joseph's turn. "What is my favorite sport?"

"Skateboarding" Paul is so quick to answer, earning him two points for both being correct and time.

"What celebrity do I get mistaken for?"

"Daisy Edgar-Jones sometimes" says Mescal. Of course he had to bring her up.

"No, she gets mistaken for me" Joseph jokes. "Yeah, poor Daisy. But I'm writing it down"

"That was the two letters?" Pedro notices. Still, no one gets it.

It's fucking Justin Timberlake. You'd never guess that.

"What is my favorite film franchise?"

You've probaly named all the existing franchises to no avail. You think fo your dad, a huge geek, trying to remember if there is one missing.

"Oh- Lord of the Rings!" you both answer with Paul at the same time.

"C'mon!" his celebration is short lived when he realizes you tied to him.

"What is my favorite British slang word?"

Pedro says it can't be said, but Quinn insists they can, even adding it's his favorite one too.

"We can say bad words? We can say-?" but the camera beeps over it.

The answer is Bellend. What even is that? Joseph feigns sadness and Pedro keeps apologizing, even as you sit on the chair.

"Okay. I'm last"you wiggle your eyebrows with interest. "Let's see. Okay, first question: what did I take from the Gladiator II set?"

"You took something?" Joseph asks on disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I take something?"

"Is it like an item or memorabilia?" asks Connie.

"It's an item" you uncap the marker, scribbling down the answer.

"It's a short word" Fred points out, but still can't provide a guess.

"You took the rings home" Pedro answers. You snap your had on his way, probably obvious. "What? You told me" he says.

Of course Paul complains. "Hey, that isn't fair! He knew the answer before!"

"Well, if you payed more attention to me, you'd know it"

Lies. Pedro knows because it's sitting in the jewelry box inside your house.

"See? I do pay attention" Pedro playfully hits Mescal.

"I could pay you more attention" he looks at you.

"Alright, then do. Ready? Next question: what is my go-to movie? Oh, this is a good one. I'm always changing it, but most of the time I end up choosing the same one"

They all give you a puzzled look as you scribble.

"C'mon, guys! I've said it on interviews before too. Paul?" the man shrugs. "Thought you said you'd pay me more attention. Heads up, you're doing a terrible job so far!"

"Hey!" he protests. "It's not fair if the answer's changing. Give us a clue"

"You didn't give any clues to yours!" you giggle. "Besides, I don't want you to win"

"Hey, that's against the rules!"

"I'd say it depends on the season" Pedro speaks up. You quirk an eyebrow. "Like, if it's changing, I don't think your Christmas go-to movie is the same as your summer one"

"Actually" you smile fondly, "that is true. On summer, it's Mamma Mia. So I suppose, if you can't guess the one, that'll do"

"No" he smiles, cheeky. "I know it too"

"Yeah?" you challenge, "what is it, then?"

"It's Thelma and Louise" he answers, and your heart beats fast.

"How do you know?" Paul inquires. "Somebody was paying attention to Y/n L/n very closely during the shooting of this movie"

Ah, his joke from earlier. Joseph giggles behind him. Karma, he supposes.

"She said it on an interview, guys. C'mon, learn your sources!"

"Okay" you clear your throat. "What movie got me into acting?"

"Thelma and Louise" Joseph tries.

"No" you laugh, "you're just recycling the answer"

"Is it an old or modern movie?" Connie asks.

"Hmh, old" you pause, "just not... I don't know if you'll ever guess it"

"Is it a Pedro Almodóvar film?" you shake your head. "What? You're always mentioning him!"

Pedro looks into your eyes amid the others' discussion, and you can tell he remembers the conversation.

"There isn't one"

You smile, chest pounding at his soft tone.

"That's correct"

"A trick question?!" Paul yells. "I quit"

"When there's just one left?" you tease.

"Yes, because you've been hiding it all the time but no more" he counters, pointing both you and Pedro. You feel the space getting smaller, breaths going from even to noticeable. "You are sharing answers"

You try to make your breath of relief pass as a chuckle.

"I'm not even gonna win, relax. And drop the charges, please. Loose like a man"

"You didn't explain it though" Connie speaks. "What did Pedro mean?"

"While I have many movies that are inspiration to me, they aren't the reason I chose this path. I did it because I saw an Oscar's ceremony when I was 11" you explain fondly, feeling warm at the memories. "I still remember when they handed the award to Diablo Cody for best original screenplay. I don't know, man, it moved me. What it meant for young artists who came from nothing. I guess I wanted, one day, to be the one standing there, for other dreamers to see it's possible"

"Wow, that's beautiful" Connie says.

"Thank you" you get flustered. "Suppose it was worth it, you know, to do interviews about not really knowing my cast mates" and laugh.

"How does Pedro know, though?" Joseph asks.

"We talk a lot" you clear your throat. "Last one: what indie horror movie did I make a small appearence in? I'm feeling generous because it's the last so I'll give you a clue. It's a Stephen King adaptation"

Paul is the first to speak. "You where in a-"

"Yeah but it wasn't such a huge role. Don't make yourself any ideas"

"I have no idea" Connie surrenders. "Other clue, as in how many words?"

"It doesn't even have any words" you laugh. "You give up? It's 1922. Was an extra as well. Made me think Netflix had my name highlighted in the extra call sheet, because I did so many minor and background roles during that year. Grateful, though, because now I get to be Rome's empress and not fortune teller or highschool #6"

The interview ends, and the camera may or may have not captured the last seconds, Pedro's gaze fixated with you the entire time.

elysyannemimi: we all saw that right? GET PEDRO AND Y/N IN A ROMCOM ❗THEIR CHEMISTRY IS INSANE❗ at0michips: love paul and y/n so much 😭😭 gimme enemies to lovers RN ㅤㅤbobgirllll: at0michips wait what if paul and y/n are secretly dating 😳 ㅤㅤann-gell: bobgirllll quick question are u dumb unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they're married. it has to be. trust me ㅤㅤstarlightt180: unhing3dprincess BESTIE U ARE BACK

You arrived in London today. The premiere will be in a few days, and things have been, well, hectic.

Lux couldn't stop talking all the plane ride, but your mind kept going back at the email your manager had sent you before you had boarded the plane.

It's catching upon you, read the haunting message. Attached below, a TMZ article that claimed a regular church attendee had seen you both getting married. It also used a lot of the noise fans had been making on social media, connecting dots or just hyping up the undeniable chemistry. It ended with a little paragraph saying it was obvios, and they're just hoping you'd confirmed it.

You came to realize you didn't care about it anymore. Sure, the pushing around annoyed you, but the thought of still keeping your marriage under wraps feels pointless now. Why wouldn't you shout to the world how in love with your husband you are?

Yet, when you arrive at the hotel, you keep the same protocol of arriving after Pedro, who has already checked in with two keys, claiming its for him and his sister, while you ask for the key to Lux's actual room. After you swipe cards with her, you head over the room you'd be sharing with your husband.

His face appears in your frame, everything happening quickly.

"Get inside. Now"

Your body is dragged inside the hotel room, not even giving you time to swipe the key for yourself.

"Pedro!" you exclaim, between surprised and confused. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Did you read it?"

"What? The article?" your tone is filled with annoyance. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"What do you mean why?" he snaps, voice raising higher. "Don't play dumb with me. You know fans have fuelled the rumors, and tabloids have started digging every corner in fucking California"

"So, what? You're acting as if people finding out is the worst thing in the world" you roll your eyes.

"It is, yes!" Pedro bursts out, caving in to the stress.

It feels like you've been hit across your face.

"Excuse me?" you seethe, hurt etched all across your features. "Would it be the worst thing in the world to admit you're married to the person you supposedly love the most?"

"I love you, y/n. It's just-"

His voice softens, trying to reach for you, yet you pull back, his hand falling to his side in an akward manner. He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"I love you" he repeats, sounding much more sure this time.

Your frame seems smaller as your voice comes out hoarse, filled with emotion, appearing to be in the brink of tears:

"Then why do you act like you're embarrassed of me?"

He hates himself for making you feel this way, making you think things that aren't true.

"I don't. Never" he emphasizes. Then, tries to reach once again when you move a little bit closer to him, recognizing that's your way of letting him know you're ready. "You're the most precious thing in the world to me, don't ever think the opposite" then he sighs, heavy. "I'm just scared"

You silently ask him to explain, rubbing his thumb soothingly across his tattoo.

"You're so young, and I'm, well- I know we're aware of it, but people are cruel and the press is ruthless. I don't want to see your name dragged across the mud because you decided to marry me. Your career is starting, and I'd never forgive myself is something happened to you because of me. Not trying to make this about me, yeah? But this industry is fucked up. You've work hard to get to where you are, and it'll be unfair if you'd loose it. I'm scared because us..." he wavers, words trailing off. "I want us to be. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you, i-it would kill me not to have you be my wife"

You desperately want to kiss off the worry on his face, but let him finish.

"N-not saying our love is weak, or anything! That a couple of opinions or tabloids will- you know? Just, I-I don't want them to break us apart. Mi vida, you're the light of my life. Please, forgive me, I-"

He feels his throat closing up, words failing to come out. You sense the grip on your hand to be stronger, immediately letting loose of it.

"Hey. C'mere" your voice is tender, allowing him to bury his face in your stomach as you comb his messy curls with your fingers. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere"

He lets himself melt under your touch, his mind loosing itself in the soft of your digits and your perfume up his nostrils. He's again breathing normaly, hands now hugging your waist.

"There you go. Better?" Pedro nods, still not being able to talk. "That's okay, take all the time you need. We have all day"

"Do we?" he raises his view, his eyes soft yet there is something else to the brown shade.

You hum as to nod. "We agreed to join Lux for dinner. It's barely 1pm"

"Tell me you're thinking it too" his voice cuts throughout the air, boucing off the tapestry on the walls.

You laugh, nervously. "I don't think I do"

"Hmmh, I see" he stands up, towering over you. "You sure you don't?"

"You sure you want this?"

Before you know it, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, cutting off all words to be said. What a waste of air, anyway. You are quick to reciprocate, whimpering against his lips.

Pedro picks you up like you're as light as a feather, his arms flexing as he carries you and places you on the bed, frame hovering over yours. He breaks the kiss to breath, but you're pulling him back in, his hold on your hips tighter and the wet spot in your panties wetter.

"Look at you, pretty baby. So needy" he whispers against your face, hot breath lingering above your lips. "And mine. Mía. Only mine"

"I am, yes. Yours only. Need you so bad right now, papi" you answer in a rush. "Now shut up and fuck me"

"Con gusto" he chuckles darkly, "gotta keep the wife happy"

"Happy wife, happy life" you recite, stripping him off of his plain shirt, revealing his toned torso, bulging biceps defined by the movements. You gulp. "Fuck, papi. Gotta thank Marvel for this. I love all of your versions, but I can work with this too" you dreamily stare at him, your hands cupping his face.

He strips the rest of his clothing, but a cute blush adorns his cheeks.

"Yeah, well, it's Scott's fault too"

Your impatient fingers reach the middle of your panties to rub your clothed pussy, letting out a sound that darkens his hazel orbs.

"Fuck that guy" you mutter. Pedro laughs.

"Thought you said you loved the guy"

"Until I learned what he said about your body" you groan, still rubbing. "Connie told me"

His hands now travel to remove your clothes, almost ripping them off.

"Who cares? I just want to fuck you now" he breathes out, practically drooling at the sight of your damp panties. "Lemme take this off too"

He unhooks your bra, seeing the hard nipples. The urge to lick them is so bad, but his desire to fill you silly to the brim is stronger.

You see his hesitation, which is why you grab him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, labored breaths as he struggles to focus on your lips, his wet mouth darting to your jaw, neck and collarbones. His hands roam all over your body, needy.

"Gotta be inside of you, mami. Can't wait any longer"

"Then stop waiting" you plead, tugging at his boxers with urgency.

Seeing you so cockhungry, lips parted and pupils blown wide makes his hard dick twitch with anticipation.

He mutters a labored fuck, aligning himself to enter your sticky folds. Pedro enters your tight pussy with a low groan, burying himself deep inside of you, used to his length by now. You're basically begging for it, nails digging and eyes supplicating.

He can't deny you anything, can he?

A messy whine leaves your widened mouth as you adjust, pleasure mixed with pain.

"Mhmm" you moan.

"Mhmm what?" he mocks. "You asked for it. Now take it, cariño"

He thrusts deeper into you, watching in awe how his dick enters your pussy; it was always perfectly, your pussy made for him.

"You're drippin' baby" his rough voice caresses your cheek. He kisses the are, giving a lick to the sweat starting to form. "S'fucking tight too"

You move your hips towards him, trying to augment the friction. The overstimulation starts to cloud your sense, reducing you to a whiny mess as you grip his steady arms.

"I can't think of anything but you, baby" he confesses between grunts, "filling up your pussy to the brim, you dripping with my seed for days"

You moan at the filthy words.

"Love how you take my dick, amor" stretching you as Pedro moves in and out. "S'made for me"

"Yes" you moan, skin slapping sounds bouncing off the walls. "Fuck, I love your dick..."

His pace picks up, and it comes to a point where he's just fucking you silly, his grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise as you keep spilling obscene sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"Your pussy's mine, yeah? No one else gets to have you like this"

"N-no, just you, Pedro. My h-husband" you manage to squeeze, more moans vocalizing the pleasure you felt with each thrust, his big dick inside of you moving in a a steady rhythm, making your eyes roll back further and orgasm closer.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and he finds impossible to resist the urge anymore, licking the sensible skin and hard nipples, your hands moving to his back, scratching him harshly, both chasing your release.

"Please!" you whine out loud, not caring how desperate you sound.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

But your husband knows you, so he indeed starts to fuck you harder, heavy breaths and slippy kiss noises hanging in the spaces between each thrusts. He pants with every motion of his dick, a knot forming on his belly.

"Shit, baby. I think I'm gonna cum. Gonna come so hard"

"Do it. I'm on birth control, remember?" you groan, feeling your high approach as well. "Fill me up, please. Give me all your cum"

Your bodies move as one, precise thrusts hitting exactly that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, chasing your orgasm. For a brief moment, your eyes lock with his and then he's saying:

"I love you, y/n. So much"

Your heart skips a bit, his dick twitching inside as his gaze glimmers with adoration and possesiveness, teeth grazing your skin with marks for him to call you his.

"I love you too, Pedro. More than you know"

A final thrust is delivered. Fuck, feels so good you think you hear him say. Just like promised, he fills you with his release, shots of his thick, warm cum inside your sticky walls. You follow soon, back arching, toes curling, and both head and eyes rolling back. Pedro falls on top of you, his broad body collapsing over yours, as you both pant hard, trying to steady your pulse and breath. He then removes himself and positions you to be the one on top now, lazily throwing the covers over your bare bodies. We need to shower, you said, but he argued you'd do it later before going out.

"I needed that" and you happily hum in agreement at your husband's dragged out words.

Your head falls and rises, with the movement of his chest, silence settling on the previously filled with sex noises room. That until he speaks up:

"One day, I'm gonna fill you up so good until you have my babies, mami" he murmurs, just then realizing what he said. But you snuggle closer, hand and legs drapped over his bare body. You look at him closely, seeing nothing but certainty on his eyes.

I choose you. I'll always choose you.

"Whatever it is with you" your nose brushes his, a small sweet kiss on his lips, "I want"

His eyes shine, probably with tears or the glow of affection.

"Let's do it"

"What?" you look into his eyes for any sign of doubt, bull all you see is love. "Pedro, are you serious?"

He nods. "Wouldn't you want that?"

You feel the corner of your lips pull up.

"Never have I wanted anything more"

poppysplayground: Y/N AND PEDRO RED CARPET DEBUT AT THE LONDON PREMIER OF GLADIATOR II WTF I JUST WOKE UP ptwt is in SHAMBLES mostannoyingbillioner: UM HELLO pedro showing up with two hot women on his arms LUX GIMME A CHANCE pompeiianbollockr: WAIT WDYM THEY ARE MARRIED?!??! ALL THIS TIME?@?#? HOW???! NEED BIGGER CAPS TO SCREAM I'M GOING INSANE at0michips: that article better come out now or i'll burn the TMZ building ann-gell: not me thirsting for a married man 😭😭😭 how they kept this a secret for so long?? we should've noticed ㅤㅤunhing3dprincess: ann-gell i did. knew betting my grandma was the way all along ㅤㅤpyramiidsf: i'm gonna start betting my grandma too

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