#marcello hernandez x f! reader

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Night Out

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! girlfriend reader

part 2 to More than friends; Part 1

warning: NSFW

The energy in the bar was electric, with neon lights casting colorful reflections on the walls and music pulsing through the air. You and Marcello had come out with a group of friends, hoping to unwind after a long week. He was across the room, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand, laughing with his friends. You couldn’t help but notice how the low lighting accentuated his strong jawline and the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders.

You were with your own group on the dance floor, letting the music move through you. But as the night went on, you found yourself drifting toward the bar to grab another drink. Alone for a moment, you leaned against the counter, smiling to yourself as you replayed Marcello’s lingering looks from earlier.

“Can I buy you a drink?” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

Turning, you saw a man standing uncomfortably close, his grin cocky. You politely declined, “Thanks, but I’m all set.”

He didn’t back off. Instead, he smirked and leaned in closer. “Come on, don’t be like that. Let me show you a good time.”

Before you could respond, his hand darted toward your waist, grazing lower in a way that made your skin crawl. Instinctively, you pushed him off. “I said no,” you snapped, your voice sharp.

The man didn’t take the hint, stepping closer with an annoyed expression. “Don’t be such a tease”

“Hey!” Marcello’s deep voice cut through the noise like a whip. He was there in an instant, standing between you and the man, his presence towering and commanding. His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing with barely contained fury. “The lady said no. Back the hell off.”

The man scoffed, clearly not understanding the danger he was in. “Relax, man. It’s not like..”

“I’m not going to tell you again,” Marcello growled, taking a menacing step forward. The guy finally seemed to realize his mistake and backed away, muttering under his breath before disappearing into the crowd.

Marcello turned to you, his hand immediately cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though your heart was still racing, not from fear, but from the intensity of Marcello’s protective gaze.

“Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his fingers lacing with yours as he led you toward the exit. The ride home was silent but charged, the air between you thick with unspoken words and raw emotion. By the time you walked through the door of your apartment, you could feel the tension snapping like a live wire.

Marcello closed the door behind him, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching you like that,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“You’re the only one I want touching me,” you whispered, stepping closer.

That was all he needed to hear. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you against him as his lips captured yours in a kiss that was hot and demanding. His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that made your knees weak.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head in a frenzy to feel his skin against yours. His hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, his lips and hands exploring every inch of you.

When he laid you down on the bed, he paused, his gaze raking over your body with a mixture of reverence and desire. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

His hands worked quickly, peeling away your clothes until you were bare beneath him. The heat in his eyes made you shiver, and you reached for him, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He joined you on the bed, his body covering yours as his lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Marcello,” you gasped, your hands roaming over his back, nails digging in as his mouth found the sensitive skin just below your ear.

He groaned your name, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through you. His lips trailed lower, his tongue flicking over your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You arched against him, your fingers threading through his hair as he lavished attention on your body.

His hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your slick heat. He teased you with slow, deliberate strokes, his touch driving you to the edge of sanity. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with wonder and pride.

“Please,” you begged, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.

He didn’t make you wait. Positioning himself above you, he guided his length to your entrance, his eyes locking with yours as he pushed in slowly. The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, and you clung to him, gasping as he stretched you perfectly.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move.

The rhythm he set was slow and deliberate at first, each thrust deep and measured, sending waves of pleasure through your body. But as the tension built, his movements grew faster, more desperate. You met him thrust for thrust, your nails digging into his shoulders as the heat between you grew unbearable.

“Marcello,” you cried out, the coil of pleasure tightening in your core.

“I’ve got you,” he rasped, his voice rough and unsteady. “Let go for me, baby.”

With one final thrust, you shattered, pleasure washing over you in crashing waves. Marcello followed moments later, his body tensing as he buried himself deep, a guttural groan escaping his lips.

As you lay tangled together in the aftermath, Marcello’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I’m never letting you go,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet determination.

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time, everything felt exactly as it should.

[marcelloshdz]

confirmation

summary: you're pulling double duty on snl again, and you and marcello make an announcement through a sketch. requested by anonymous. part two to double duty.

“round two. how are you feeling?” marcello asked you. he was with you in your host dressing room at snl, taking a break from rehearsals. it was just ahead of your sophomore album release, and you were doing another double stint for the show. 

“excited! i’m glad to get to be here again.” you said to him. “but i’m nervous about our sketch.” after your first hosting gig, you and marcello went out on a couple of dates, and after a while, the two of you made things official. privately, at least. 

the internet was very loud about their assumptions and theories about the status of your relationship. but, you and marcello still kept it to yourself as much as you could. unfortunately, it was kind of hard to do with both of your statuses, and the amount of paparazzi in nyc. 

“i was at the beginning of the week. but after writing it, and it playing well at the table read, i’ve been less nervous about it. but not that it’s closer to show day, i’m getting nervous about how everyone is going to react.” he sighed. he’d written a sketch as a sort of follow up to the first one you did together, except this one had big kiss at the end of it. this was an idea marcello had to essentially publicly confirm your relationship, and hopefully put the rumors to rest. you were hesitant at first, worried that it wouldn’t be received in that context.

“but what if no one sees if that way and just views it as another sketch?”

“considering what people have already been saying about us, i don’t think they’ll just brush it off.”

“if you say so.”

it was finally saturday night, and the show was going so well. the audience was enjoying every sketch, and your first performance was so fun. the show was in commercial following weekend update, and you and marcello were getting ready for your sketch.

“alright, here we go.” you said. you and marcello took your places on the set, hands intertwined and taking a brief moment to yourselves before the show came back from commercial. the producers began counting down, and the show was back.

you and marcello started the sketch, which was immediately met with cheers when the audience noticed it was the two of you on the stage. the sketch started, and went by as fast as it started. as it was nearing the end, the gap between the two of you closed, and your lips met. he kissed you deeply, surrounded by applause and cheers. you smiled wide, sharing your final lines of the sketch before it ended and you were rushed off the stage.

“oh my god, i can’t believe we did that.” you said out of breath. “what a rush.” marcello smiled at you, kissing you again. he shared more words of affirmation before you had to get changed into your next outfit for your second performance.

you took the stage, humming along to the song in your head before it started. it was actually one that you’d written about marcello and your relationship. of course, after you played it for marcello, it immediately became his favorite song of yours.

your second performance was great, as did the rest of the show. once the end of the night hit, everyone gathered on the stage for goodnights. marcello stood next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you smiled at him and intertwined your fingers with his.

you wished everyone good night, thanking the special guests who’d dropped by, and all the cast and crew for all their hard work. you were suddenly engulfed in marcello’s embrace, feeling his lips press against your forehead. as you were wishing everyone good night, all the cast members that you’d become friends with were praising your performances from the night, many of them mentioning the sketch with marcello.

you made your way to the after party and hung out for a while before you and marcello made your way home. once you were finally home, you showered and got ready for bed. you were scrolling on your phone, seeing everyones reactions to your episode. it was overwhelmingly a positive response, particularly to yours and marcello’s sketch. 

“so, what’s the consensus?” marcello asked as he climbed into bed next to you.

“mostly good. overwhelmingly good, actually. and, not to say i told you so, but a bunch of people are questioning if it was real or just a bit.” you laughed.

“damn.” he sighed. “there, that should answer any questions.” he added. just then, you got an instagram notification. 

“marcellohdz mentioned you in their story”

you tapped the notification and viewed his story, to which he shared a clip from the sketch that was posted on the snl account.

“bring your girlfriend to work week. ❤️‍🔥🕺🏽 @-your-username”

“subtle.” you laughed. you reposted his story to yours before putting your phone on the charger and rolling over to face him. he wrapped his arms around you as you nuzzled into his chest.

“i love you.” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you.” you said, pressing a kiss to his chest. you fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, sleeping better than you had all week, now that the stress of the show was gone.

[pepi1989]

A Day off - Marcello Hernandez

The sun streamed through the open windows, casting warm rays across the living room, where you lounged on the couch, scrolling through your phone. It was a rare day off, a welcome break from the chaos of everyday life, and you had plans to enjoy every moment of it. Just as you were about to settle into another episode of your favorite show, your phone buzzed with a message from Marcello.

“Hey! Want to go on an adventure?”

You couldn't help but smile. Marcello always had a way of making even the simplest days feel exciting.

“Absolutely! Where are we going?” you replied, curiosity piqued.

A few minutes later, he arrived, grinning ear to ear, his messy hair tousled perfectly. He had that effortlessly charming look about him, wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, ready for whatever spontaneous plan he had in mind.

“Trust me, you’re going to love it,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You hopped into his car, and he drove through the sunlit streets, music playing softly in the background. After a short drive, he pulled up at a quaint little park, filled with lush greenery and vibrant flowers.

“Welcome to our secret hideaway!” he announced, jumping out of the car and gesturing dramatically.

As you stepped out, the fresh air enveloped you, invigorating and refreshing. Marcello led you down a winding path, laughing and joking as you walked, his playful energy contagious. Eventually, you reached a serene spot by a small lake, where ducks paddled lazily and the sun glimmered on the water’s surface.

“Here’s the plan,” he said, pulling out a small picnic basket from his bag. “I thought we could have a little picnic. Just you, me, and some good food.”

Your heart warmed at the thought. Marcello always knew how to make even the simplest moments feel special. You both settled on a blanket he spread out, and he began to unpack the contents of the basket: sandwiches, fruit, and homemade cookies.

“This is amazing! You made all this?” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

“Guilty as charged. I wanted to impress you,” he replied, a playful smirk on his face.

As you both ate and chatted, the atmosphere was easy and relaxed. Laughter flowed freely as you shared stories, teasing each other playfully. You couldn’t help but notice how the sun highlighted the features of his face, making him look almost ethereal in the golden light.

After finishing your meal, you both decided to take a walk around the lake. Marcello playfully splashed water at you, his laughter echoing in the peaceful surroundings. You retaliated, and soon, you were both giggling like kids, the weight of the world forgotten in those moments of pure joy.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of orange and pink, you found a quiet spot to sit, leaning back against a tree. Marcello settled beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours, a comfortable silence enveloping you both.

“This is nice,” he said softly, glancing sideways at you. “Just being here with you.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell. “Yeah, it really is.”

Marcello turned to face you, his expression serious yet warm. “I know we’re just friends, but I really enjoy spending time with you. You make everything better.”

Your heart raced at his words. “I feel the same way.”

He smiled, and in that moment, everything felt right. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow around you, and you couldn’t help but wish for time to stand still.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice low.

“Of course.”

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady. “Would you be interested in making this a regular thing? Just us, going on little adventures, enjoying each other’s company?”

Your heart raced with excitement, a smile breaking across your face. “I’d love that, Marcello.”

With that, he leaned closer, the air between you crackling with unspoken feelings. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you knew this was just the beginning of many more adventures to come.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Night Out

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! reader

It was supposed to be a casual night out. The workweek had been long, and someone suggested heading to a club to blow off steam. The team didn’t need much convincing. Now, the bass of the music thrummed through the air as Marcello leaned against the bar, sipping his drink and surveying the vibrant scene before him.

His eyes naturally found Y/N across the room. She was laughing with a couple of the girls from work, her head thrown back, carefree and radiant. Marcello had always thought she was beautiful impossibly so but tonight, there was something different about her. She looked electric under the neon lights, her confidence and charm drawing people in without her even trying.

The opening notes of Freek-A-Leek by Petey Pablo hit the speakers, and the atmosphere in the club shifted. A chorus of excited cheers rippled through the crowd, and Y/N’s group of friends squealed, pulling her toward the dance floor.

Marcello’s gaze followed her automatically. He couldn’t look away.

Y/N swayed her hips to the beat, her movements fluid and magnetic as she let the music take over. Her long hair cascaded down her back, swinging in time with her hips. The way she moved was mesmerizing confident, sensual, and completely unbothered by the crowd of people around her. She dipped low, her body gliding toward the floor effortlessly, before rising again with a sultry roll of her hips. Her hands ran up her thighs, trailing over the curve of her waist, and settled just below her ribs as she twisted to the beat.

Marcello swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Damn,” his friend muttered next to him, nudging his shoulder. “You’re staring hard, bro. Didn’t know Y/N could move like that, huh?”

Marcello’s eyes didn’t leave her. “Me either,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “She’s…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to snap himself out of a spell. But it was no use. His gaze was locked on Y/N, every move of her body sending a jolt of heat through him.

Y/N, ever perceptive, noticed him watching. She shot him a sly smile over her shoulder before returning her attention to the music. If she hadn’t been sure of Marcello’s interest before, she was now. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, and she decided to have a little fun with it.

She ran her hands down her sides, teasingly slow, and let them linger over her hips. Her fingers traced over the curves of her body, as if she were savoring her own touch. She swayed closer to the center of the dance floor, tossing her hair over her shoulder, the strands catching the light. Her movements grew even bolder, her hips rolling in time with the beat, dipping low again just for good measure.

Marcello groaned softly, barely audible over the music. His drink was forgotten on the bar, his hands gripping the edge as he tried to steady himself. She was driving him crazy, and she knew it.

“Man, you’re toast,” his friend teased. “Just go talk to her already.”

Marcello didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The only thought in his head was how badly he wanted to get closer to Y/N.

When the song ended, she sauntered off the dance floor, her confidence radiating as she made her way back toward the bar. She stopped just in front of Marcello, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“Enjoy the show?” she teased, tilting her head slightly.

Marcello raised an eyebrow, leaning closer so she could hear him over the music. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” His voice was low, almost a growl, and the intensity in his dark eyes made her pulse race.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said innocently, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Marcello smirked, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between them. “Oh, you know,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “You’re trouble, Y/N.”

“And you love it,” she shot back, her voice laced with flirtation.

His gaze dropped to her lips, then back up to her eyes. “You’re not wrong,” he admitted. “But don’t think I’m letting you get away with driving me crazy like that.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her smile growing. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Marcello chuckled, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe her audacity. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he promised, his voice a delicious mix of challenge and desire.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I’ll be waiting.”

With that, she pulled back and walked away, leaving him standing there, captivated and craving more.

The club was alive with pounding music and flashing lights, the air thick with energy. Marcello had been enjoying himself, leaning into the carefree vibe of the night. Somewhere between his second drink and laughing with their coworkers, a girl a petite brunette with big, flirty eyes grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the dance floor.

Marcello hesitated for a moment but relented. It wasn’t a big deal. Just dancing, he told himself. Besides, Y/N had been busy talking to their coworkers at the bar, not sparing him much attention.

The girl moved closer, her hips swaying to the rhythm as she faced him, pressing herself into him without hesitation. She slid her hands up his chest, her movements bold and fluid. Marcello matched her energy, his hands hovering politely at her waist as she turned around and began grinding against him.

From the bar, Y/N caught sight of him. Her gaze locked on Marcello, her lips parting slightly in surprise as she took in the scene. The flashing lights of the club illuminated his face, and though he wasn’t outright smiling, his easygoing confidence radiated through his body language.

Marcello met Y/N’s eyes across the distance, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering. The corner of his mouth twitched, and it almost looked like he was daring her to react.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, her annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface. She raised her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with him. Then, in a dramatic display of indifference, she rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar, tossing her hair over her shoulder with purpose.

Marcello couldn’t help but smirk. He knew that move too well she was pissed, no doubt about it.

But then, Y/N did something he hadn’t expected. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her leave the bar, her hips swaying in that hypnotic way they always did when she wanted to make a statement. She made her way across the club toward the entrance, where the bouncer stood a massive, intimidating man who seemed to command the room without even trying.

Marcello’s attention snapped to her fully. He didn’t even notice the girl grinding against him anymore. His focus was solely on Y/N as she sauntered up to the bouncer, a sly smile on her lips. She said something to him, leaning in close, her hand lightly brushing his arm.

Marcello’s jaw tightened.

The bouncer chuckled, clearly enjoying her attention. He leaned down to hear her better, and Y/N laughed at whatever he said, her hand playfully tapping his chest.

Marcello’s chest burned with something hot and unrelenting. Jealousy clawed at his throat as he watched the bouncer slide his arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer. Then, as if to twist the knife, Y/N tilted her face up to him, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile before leaning in for a kiss.

It wasn’t a shy kiss. It was bold, teasing, and unapologetic.

The girl dancing on Marcello turned to face him, clearly expecting his attention, but Marcello was done. He stepped back abruptly, leaving her confused on the dance floor as he made a beeline for Y/N and the bouncer. His strides were purposeful, his dark eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him.

When he reached them, he didn’t hesitate. “Alright, enough,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise.

Y/N pulled back from the kiss, her eyes glinting with mischief as she turned to face him. “Problem?” she asked, her tone as sweet as sugar but dripping with defiance.

Marcello ignored her question, his gaze flickering to the bouncer. “Move,” he ordered, his voice low and full of authority.

The bouncer smirked, clearly entertained, but he let his hands fall from Y/N’s body and stepped back. “She’s all yours, man.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at Marcello. “What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem?” Marcello shot back, his frustration spilling over. “You’re over here making out with the bouncer just to piss me off.”

“And you were getting grinded on by another girl,” Y/N countered, stepping closer to him. “What, only you get to have fun?”

Marcello groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t like that. You know it wasn’t like that.”

“Do I?” she challenged, her voice rising slightly.

“Yes,” he snapped, his eyes blazing as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. “You do, Y/N. You know damn well you’re the only one I want.”

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a smirk. “Then maybe you should start acting like it.”

Marcello stared at her for a moment, his chest heaving as he tried to collect his thoughts. Then, without another word, he pulled her flush against him and crashed his lips onto hers, pouring every ounce of frustration, desire, and unspoken emotion into the kiss.

Y/N melted into him almost instantly, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as the tension between them finally broke. When they pulled apart, both of them breathless, Marcello leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

“Never again,” he murmured, his voice rough but commanding. “You’re mine, Y/N. Don’t forget that.”

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Only if you’re mine too.”

Marcello grinned, his hand slipping to the small of her back as he pulled her in for another kiss. “Always.”

The walk back to Y/N’s apartment was supposed to be uneventful, but the moment she stumbled slightly in her heels, Marcello was quick to notice.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said, stopping in his tracks.

“I’m fine,” Y/N argued, but her wince as she shifted her weight betrayed her.

Marcello gave her a pointed look, then crouched slightly in front of her. “Get on,” he ordered, gesturing for her to hop onto his back.

“Marcello—”

“No arguing, princesa,” he interrupted, smirking as he glanced over his shoulder. “Your feet are killing you, and I’m not about to let you suffer. Now, come on.”

Rolling her eyes but secretly touched by his gesture, Y/N finally relented, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he effortlessly hoisted her up. She laughed softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as he carried her down the street toward her apartment.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she teased, her voice warm.

Marcello chuckled, his hands gripping her thighs securely. “Yeah, but you love it.”

She didn’t respond, but the way she tightened her hold on him said enough.

When they finally reached her door, Marcello set her down gently, his hands lingering on her hips as she unlocked the door. The moment they stepped inside, the tension between them was palpable.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Y/N said softly, turning to face him.

Marcello shrugged, his gaze darkening as it swept over her. “I wanted to. You deserve to be taken care of.”

The air between them shifted, heat simmering just beneath the surface. Y/N stepped closer, her fingers brushing against the front of his shirt as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“And what else do I deserve?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcello’s jaw clenched, his hands sliding to her waist as he pulled her flush against him. “You really wanna know?”

“Tell me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.

“I think I’d rather show you,” he murmured, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, both of them pouring everything they’d been holding back into it. Marcello backed her against the nearest wall, his hands exploring her body as her fingers tangled in his hair.

“God, you drive me insane,” he muttered against her lips, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N smirked, nipping at his bottom lip. “Good. Now you know how I feel.”

Marcello groaned, his lips trailing down her neck as he pressed her harder against the wall. “You’re gonna pay for teasing me tonight,” he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs and under her dress.

“Promises, promises,” she teased, but her breath hitched

Marcello stepped closer.

“You gonna let me take care of you tonight?” he asked, his voice low and laced with intent.

Y/N met his gaze, her heart pounding as she nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

Marcello didn’t answer with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, but quickly grew more passionate, his hands moving to her waist and pulling her against him.

“Marcello,” she whispered breathlessly when they broke apart.

“Shh,” he murmured, brushing his lips along her jawline. “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted this how much I’ve wanted you.”

He scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him again, her body already heating under his touch.

Gently, he laid her on the bed, hovering over her as his dark eyes roamed her face. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he said softly, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she pulled him down to her, their lips meeting in another fiery kiss. His hands explored her body, sliding up her thighs and beneath her dress, his touch igniting a trail of fire along her skin.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he admitted, his voice husky as his lips trailed down her neck. “The way you moved on that dance floor…you had no idea what you were doing to me.”

“Oh, I knew,” she teased, her breath hitching as his hands worked their way up her sides, pushing her dress higher.

Marcello smirked, his lips brushing against her ear. “You like teasing me, huh?”

“Maybe,” she replied, her voice light but filled with desire.

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. “Careful, princesa. I’m not the type to let you get away with it.”

“What are you going to do about it?” she challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Marcello’s gaze darkened, and his response was a low growl as he captured her lips again, his movements more demanding. He took his time undressing her, savoring every inch of her as if committing her to memory.

The night unfolded in a blur of passion and tenderness. Marcello worshipped her body with his hands and lips, whispering soft praises between heated kisses.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N arched beneath him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he moved with her, their bodies perfectly in sync. “Marcello,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.

He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mingled. “Say my name again,” he commanded softly, his lips brushing hers.

“Marcello,” she repeated, her voice filled with need.

“That’s it, princesa,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “You’re mine tonight. All mine.”

Their movements grew more frantic, the room filled with whispered words and soft moans. And when they finally reached their peak, Marcello held her tightly, his lips pressed to her temple as he murmured sweet nothings into her ear.

As they lay tangled together afterward, Marcello brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes soft as he gazed at her.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he said quietly.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re trouble, Y/N. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She laughed softly, her head resting on his shoulder. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” he replied, pulling her closer as the night stretched on.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Hey baby! I’d like to request a story about Marcello always being flirty around famous reader, joking about marrying/dating her online or on interviews idk, they r friends but nothing happens between them because she doesn’t take him seriously and thinks hes only messing around

Then idk he gets jealous after seeing her with someone and she realizes he actually likes her, then hook up lol

Thanks 🩵

hello my love! i absolutely love this!! you’re wish is my command🫶🏼

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! famous reader

Y/N had grown accustomed to Marcello Hernandez’s flirtatious remarks. Whether it was during a shared interview or his playful Instagram comments, the comedian made a habit of keeping the world entertained by fanning the flames of a romance that didn’t exist.

“I’m just saying, if she gave me a chance, I’d treat her like a queen,” Marcello had said in a late-night talk show interview just last week. The audience erupted in laughter as he winked at the camera, adding, “Y/N, if you’re watching, you know where to find me.”

Y/N, of course, had seen the clip. It had popped up on her feed within hours, with fans flooding her mentions, teasing her about “Marcello’s latest proposal.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

Marcello had been a friend for years, someone who effortlessly brightened any room he walked into. They met during a charity event early in her career when he’d stepped in to save her from an overly persistent journalist.

“You looked like you needed a laugh,” he’d told her, handing her a cup of champagne and launching into a joke so absurd she couldn’t stop laughing.

From then on, they clicked. He became her go-to for lighthearted banter, someone who could make her forget the pressures of fame. But while his online antics often led to fans “shipping” them, Y/N dismissed it as part of Marcello’s schtick.

He couldn’t possibly be serious. Could he?

It wasn’t until she attended a high-profile dinner party, dressed in a sleek black gown that clung to her figure like a second skin, that everything changed. Y/N had brought along her co-star, David, as her plus-one. The two of them had been paired in a recent rom-com, and their easy chemistry had sparked dating rumors.

Marcello was there, of course, holding court at a table with a group of comedians. But the moment his eyes landed on Y/N and David, his trademark grin faltered.

She caught him staring several times throughout the night, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by something… heavier.

“Everything okay?” she asked when they finally found themselves alone near the bar.

“Fine,” Marcello replied, too quickly. “You look great, by the way.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”

His gaze flicked to David, who was deep in conversation with another guest, then back to her. “So… you and him? That a thing now?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “No, we’re just friends.”

Marcello nodded, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Right. Just friends.”

The rest of the evening, Marcello was unusually subdued. He didn’t crack jokes, didn’t flirt, and when she left with David, she swore she saw something close to heartbreak in his eyes.

It hit her the next morning while scrolling through her phone. A fan account had posted side-by-side photos of her with David and Marcello, captioned: Who’s the better match?

She stared at the image of Marcello, his arm casually draped around her shoulders from an old press event. The way he was looking at her in the photo soft, almost reverent made her stomach flip.

Had she been blind to his feelings this whole time?

Determined to clear the air, Y/N showed up unannounced at Marcello’s apartment later that day.

“Y/N,” he said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” she said, stepping inside.

Marcello leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “What’s up?”

She hesitated, suddenly unsure how to begin. “Why have you been acting weird lately?”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Weird? That’s rich coming from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Forget it.”

“No,” she said firmly. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.”

Marcello stared at her for a long moment, then sighed. “Fine. You want to know why I’ve been weird? It’s because I’m tired, Y/N. Tired of pretending that all this joking and flirting doesn’t mean something to me.”

Her breath caught.

“I like you,” he continued, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve liked you for a long time. And it sucks watching you with other guys, knowing you don’t take me seriously.”

“Marcello…”

“Forget it,” he said, turning away. “I’m just the funny guy, right? Not someone you’d actually—”

He didn’t get to finish because Y/N closed the distance between them and kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It was fierce and full of pent-up emotion, her hands fisting in his shirt as he froze in shock before kissing her back just as passionately.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless.

“Do you take me seriously now?” he asked, his forehead resting against hers.

She laughed softly, tears in her eyes. “Yeah. I think I do.”

Marcello’s lips moved against hers like he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment. His hands, strong and sure, cupped her face as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing hers against the wall of his apartment.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin and the firm muscles beneath her fingertips. “Then show me,” she whispered, her voice breathless.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the couch. They barely made it before his mouth found hers again, hot and insistent, his hands roaming her body as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he said, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Good,” she replied, her nails raking lightly down his back.

Marcello pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of desire and awe. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice soft but fervent. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer. “Then stop holding back.”

A low groan escaped him as he claimed her lips once more, his kisses trailing down her jawline and along her collarbone. His hands moved with purpose, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders and exposing more of her to him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick with need as he kissed his way down her chest.

Y/N felt her breath hitch, her body arching into his touch as he worshipped her with every kiss and caress. The tension between them built like a fire, each touch igniting something deeper until they were both lost in the moment.

Marcello’s hands were everywhere—on her hips, her thighs, her waist—his touch both tender and possessive. “I want to make you feel good,” he whispered against her skin, his voice low and filled with promise. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You,” she breathed, her fingers clutching at him. “Just you.”

The rest of the night was a blur of heated kisses, whispered words, and tangled limbs as they gave in to the passion that had been simmering between them for years. Marcello was attentive, his touch reverent as he took his time exploring every inch of her, making her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

And when it was over, when they lay entwined on the couch, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their connection, Y/N looked up at him and smiled.

“I should’ve taken you seriously sooner,” she said, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.

Marcello chuckled, pulling her closer. “Better late than never, right?”

“Right,” she agreed, leaning up to kiss him again.

In that moment, with his arms wrapped around her and his heart beating in time with hers, Y/N knew there was no one else she’d rather be with.

Marcello wasn’t just the funny guy. He was the guy who made her feel safe, loved, and seen in a way no one else ever had.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

hiii i love your writing and i have a request for Marcello Hernandez 🫶🏼 in which reader hosts snl and marcello has a crush on her, always flirting and then they finally hook up

thanks ♥️

your wish is my command 🫡🫶🏼

Live From New York

pairing: marcello hernandez x F! actress

Marcello Hernández wasn’t sure when his crush on Y/N started, but it had been simmering since she’d first walked onto the Saturday Night Live set. She was a star in her own right a versatile actress known for her mix of charm, wit, and undeniable beauty. Y/N had skyrocketed to fame in recent years, and when it was announced she would be hosting SNL, Marcello felt a jolt of excitement he couldn’t quite explain.

They had met briefly at an afterparty a few months ago, where her disarming laugh and genuine warmth caught him off guard. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was magnetic. And now, she was here, standing in Studio 8H during rehearsals, chatting with the cast and crew like she’d been part of the family forever.

Marcello’s reputation as the show’s resident flirt wasn’t exactly a secret, but there was something different about Y/N. His jokes and teasing weren’t just about making her laugh they were his way of hiding just how much he liked her.

From the moment Y/N walked into the writers’ room, she commanded attention. Wearing a casual yet chic outfit high-waisted jeans and a cropped sweater she immediately bonded with the cast. Marcello, seated across the room, couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Marcello, you’re staring,” Bowen whispered, smirking.

Marcello rolled his eyes, trying to act casual. “I’m not staring. I’m observing. There’s a difference.”

“Right,” Bowen teased. “And I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s, you know, drop-dead gorgeous.”

“Shut up,” Marcello muttered, though he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

When Y/N caught Marcello’s eye during a table read, she smiled a soft, knowing smile that made his heart skip a beat. She was funny, effortlessly so, and her comedic timing during sketches was impeccable.

During breaks, Marcello found excuses to linger near her.

“You’re pretty good at this whole hosting thing,” he said one afternoon, leaning against a table as she reviewed lines.

She looked up, her lips curling into a playful grin. “Pretty good? That’s the best compliment you’ve got?”

Marcello chuckled. “I’m saving the big compliments for when you actually make me laugh.”

“Oh, please,” she teased, rolling her eyes. “You laugh at everything.”

“Not true. I have standards.”

“Uh-huh. And I’m supposed to believe I don’t meet them?” she asked, her tone light but challenging.

Marcello felt his face flush, but he quickly recovered. “You’re getting close.”

By the time Saturday rolled around, Marcello was a bundle of nerves. Y/N had nailed every rehearsal, and the chemistry between them in their sketches was undeniable. One skit, in particular, had fans buzzing even before the live show aired a rom-com parody where Y/N and Marcello played a bickering couple who shared a passionate kiss at the end.

When it came time to perform the skit live, Marcello felt his palms sweat as they delivered their lines.

“Why do you always have to be so annoying?” Y/N’s character snapped, crossing her arms.

“Annoying? I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” Marcello shot back, stepping closer.

Their faces were inches apart, and for a moment, the lines blurred between acting and reality. When they finally kissed, the audience erupted in cheers, but Marcello could barely hear them. All he could focus on was the way her lips felt against his, soft and warm, even for just a few seconds.

The afterparty was held at a chic Manhattan bar, filled with cast members, crew, and a smattering of celebrity guests. Marcello couldn’t keep his eyes off Y/N as she worked the room, laughing and chatting with ease.

When she finally made her way over to him, drink in hand, she raised an eyebrow. “You were really committed to that kiss tonight.”

Marcello smirked, leaning casually against the bar. “What can I say? I’m a method actor.”

“Is that so?” she teased, taking a sip of her drink.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “If you want, we could run lines again sometime. You know, for practice.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “You’re terrible.”

“Terribly charming, you mean.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Hernández.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, his confidence growing.

Hooking Up

As the night wore on, the crowd thinned, and the energy shifted. Marcello found himself alone with Y/N on the balcony, the cool air brushing against their skin.

“I had fun tonight,” she said softly, her eyes meeting his.

“Yeah?” he asked, stepping closer. “Was it the sketches or the kiss?”

She smirked, tilting her head. “You tell me.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His hand cupped her cheek as he kissed her, this time without any cameras or scripts. Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

“Marcello,” she murmured against his lips, her voice breathless.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.

“Don’t you dare,” she replied, her eyes blazing.

They stumbled back into her dressing room, their hands frantically exploring each other. Marcello took his time, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands slipping under her blouse to feel the warmth of her skin.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

“Good,” she replied, pulling him closer. “Because you drive me crazy too.”

Their clothes hit the floor piece by piece, and Marcello’s kisses became slower, more deliberate. He worshiped every inch of her, making up for all the moments he’d spent holding back his feelings.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the blinds as Y/N stirred awake, her head resting on Marcello’s chest. He was already awake, his fingers brushing through her hair.

“Morning,” he said softly, his voice warm.

She smiled, her heart swelling. “Morning.”

“So,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye. “Does this mean I’m officially your favorite cast member?”

She laughed, swatting his chest. “Don’t push your luck, Hernández.”

But as she leaned up to kiss him, it was clear neither of them needed to say it they were exactly where they were meant to be.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

ringing in the new year

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! best friends little sister

The holiday lights of Miami twinkled like a thousand little stars as Y/N adjusted her dress in the mirror. She wasn’t one to go all out for New Year’s Eve, but her brother Alex had insisted on dragging her to the party. “Marcello will be there,” he had mentioned casually, as if that hadn’t sent her stomach into a whirlwind of butterflies.

Marcello Hernandez. Her brother’s best friend, the guy she’d grown up both admiring and silently resenting for never noticing her as more than Alex’s little sister. They’d shared countless moments over the years he’d been at every family barbecue, every soccer game Alex dragged her to, and every impromptu gathering in their living room. And yet, Marcello had always been annoyingly unattainable, with his charming smile, quick wit, and penchant for making everyone feel special but her.

Tonight was different, though. Y/N had grown tired of watching from the sidelines. She wasn’t the shy teenager with braces anymore. She was confident, stunning in her fitted emerald dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Her hair fell in soft waves, and she couldn’t help but smile as she caught her reflection.

“Let’s do this,” she whispered to herself before heading out.

The party was alive with laughter, music, and champagne flowing freely. Marcello had been nursing a drink in the corner when he saw her walk in. He nearly choked. Y/N looked breathtaking no, beyond breathtaking. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She wasn’t just Alex’s little sister anymore. She was… captivating.

Marcello shook his head, scolding himself. “Don’t go there, man,” he muttered. But his eyes betrayed him, following her every move as she laughed with friends, her smile lighting up the room more than any string of fairy lights.

Alex’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Yo, you good? You’ve been staring at her for, like, five minutes.”

“What? No, I haven’t,” Marcello said too quickly, draining his drink. “I’m just whatever.”

Alex snorted. “Sure, dude. Just remember who she is.”

Marcello clenched his jaw and looked away. He knew exactly who she was.

Y/N felt Marcello’s gaze on her the entire evening. It was like his eyes burned through her, setting her skin alight. But he didn’t approach her, didn’t say a word, and it annoyed her to no end. If he wasn’t going to do anything about the way he looked at her, then she’d stop waiting.

She accepted a dance with a guy she barely knew, letting him twirl her around the makeshift dance floor. She wasn’t even paying attention to her partner, not when Marcello stood on the other side of the room, his jaw tight and his hand gripping his drink like it might shatter.

“Who’s the guy?” Marcello asked Alex, trying to sound nonchalant.

Alex shrugged. “Some friend of a friend. Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Marcello snapped, but his glare betrayed him.

As the countdown to midnight began, Marcello couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed the room in a few long strides, tapping Y/N’s dance partner on the shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question. The guy looked at him, startled, before nodding and stepping away.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding. “Marcello, what are you—”

“Shh,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her close. “Just dance with me.”

The world seemed to blur around them as he led her in a slow sway, the upbeat music fading into the background. Y/N felt like she couldn’t breathe, her chest tight with emotions she’d tried to suppress for years.

“Why now?” she whispered. “Why tonight?”

Marcello met her gaze, his brown eyes intense. “Because I’m an idiot,” he admitted. “I’ve been an idiot for years, pretending I didn’t feel this way about you. But seeing you tonight, seeing you with someone else it drove me crazy. I couldn’t let this year end without telling you.”

The countdown began: “10… 9… 8…”

Y/N’s lips parted in shock, but she didn’t look away.

“7… 6… 5…”

“I love you, Y/N,” Marcello said softly. “And I’m done hiding it.”

“4… 3… 2…”

Before she could respond, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Fireworks exploded overhead, but they were nothing compared to the spark between them. Y/N melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as the crowd cheered in the background.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Marcello rested his forehead against hers.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured.

“Happy New Year,” she replied, a grin spreading across her face. “You really took your time, didn’t you?”

He laughed, pulling her into his arms again. “I’ll make it up to you. Starting now.”

As Marcello and Y/N stood there, lost in each other, a loud whoop broke through the crowd. They turned to see Alex, their human embodiment of chaos, jumping up and down like a kid who just found out school was canceled.

“IT WORKED!” Alex shouted, pumping his fists in the air. “I TOLD YOU, MARCELLO! I TOLD YOU SHE WAS INTO YOU!”

Y/N groaned, burying her face in Marcello’s chest as a deep laugh rumbled through him. “Oh, my God, Alex, stop!” she called, her cheeks burning.

“No way!” Alex shot back, grinning ear to ear. “You two owe me for this! Years of carefully planting the idea in your heads, dropping hints pure genius on my part. I’m basically Cupid!”

Marcello raised an eyebrow, his arm tightening protectively around Y/N. “You mean all those times you ‘accidentally’ left me alone with her at family parties?”

“Exactly!” Alex said proudly. “You’re welcome.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “Alex, we don’t owe you anything.”

“You absolutely do!” he argued, pointing at them. “This is the greatest matchmaking achievement of my life!”

Marcello chuckled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s temple. “You gotta give him credit, cariño. He’s been rooting for us longer than I even realized.”

“Fine,” Y/N said, crossing her arms but smiling nonetheless. “Thanks, Alex. Now go away so we can enjoy our moment.”

Alex grinned, throwing an arm around a random partygoer and shouting, “Drinks on me! My matchmaking skills deserve a celebration!”

As he disappeared into the crowd, Marcello turned back to Y/N, his fingers brushing her cheek. “He’s annoying, but he’s not wrong. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Y/N smiled softly, leaning into him. “Better late than never.”

And as the fireworks continued to light up the Miami sky, Marcello kissed her again, completely oblivious to Alex’s exaggerated air guitar performance in the background.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

SNL

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! reader

Marcello was in his element on the SNL stage, delivering a skit that had the audience in stitches. His natural charm and quick wit made it look effortless, and he thrived on the energy of the crowd. But as he glanced to the side of the stage between punchlines, his focus landed on his girlfriend, who stood just beyond the curtain, grinning from ear to ear.

She was leaning casually against a set wall, her arms crossed as she watched him perform, trying to stifle her giggles so they wouldn’t be picked up by the microphones. But whenever Marcello delivered a particularly good joke, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing, clapping a hand over her mouth to contain the sound. He caught sight of her trying to hide her amusement, and it made him want to push the joke even further, just to keep that smile on her face.

When the skit wrapped up, the audience gave a roaring round of applause, and Marcello gave a deep bow, flashing a quick wink at his girlfriend before heading off the stage. Backstage was a flurry of high-fives and congratulations, but his first thought was to find her. As soon as he spotted her, he made a beeline through the crowd of cast and crew, scooping her up into a hug.

“You were amazing!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You had me dying over there!”

Marcello laughed, setting her back down gently but keeping his arms around her waist. “Oh, I could hear you, you know. It was the best part of the night, hearing you laugh like that.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, nudging his shoulder. “Oh, stop it. You’re gonna make me blush.”

He grinned, leaning down to press his forehead against hers, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Good. You’re cute when you blush.”

They lingered like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s presence, before Marcello glanced around and noticed the growing crowd near the backstage door. A mix of fans, paparazzi, and a few lingering cast members started to gather, hoping for autographs and photos. Marcello’s expression shifted, a protective look crossing his face.

“Let’s get you out of here, yeah?” he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to his side. “I don’t want you getting caught up in the chaos.”

As they made their way outside, Marcello kept her tucked firmly against his side, using his body to shield her from the jostling crowd. He smiled and waved at the fans, offering a few quick signatures and selfies, but never once letting go of her hand. She squeezed his hand tightly, giving him a reassuring smile whenever he glanced back at her.

“You okay?” he asked again, his voice barely a whisper against the noise.

She nodded, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Better than okay. I’ve got my own bodyguard tonight.”

Marcello chuckled, guiding her toward the car waiting near the curb. “Always. Gotta keep my girl safe.”

Once they reached the car, he opened the door for her, making sure she was safely inside before hopping into the driver’s seat. As they pulled away, he glanced over at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“How about we keep the night going? In-N-Out, just like old times?”

She lit up at the suggestion, practically bouncing in her seat. “Yes! You know I can never say no to a late-night In-N-Out run.”

They drove through the city, windows down and the cool night air rushing through the car, with music playing softly on the radio. Marcello kept one hand on the wheel, the other intertwined with hers as they drove, stealing glances at her whenever they hit a red light.

They finally arrived at the In-N-Out drive-thru, and Marcello insisted on paying, even when she playfully tried to wrestle his credit card away from him. “Let me spoil you tonight,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You’ve earned it for putting up with me.”

“Oh, yeah, because it’s such a chore watching my super talented boyfriend kill it on stage,” she shot back, rolling her eyes with a grin.

They parked in the lot under the glow of the neon sign, the aroma of freshly made burgers filling the car. They dug into their late-night feast, sharing bites of each other’s burgers and fries, and sipping on milkshakes. Marcello reached across the console to swipe a fry from her tray, but she caught his hand mid-air, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, no, you don’t! These fries are mine!” she teased, but there was a playful glint in her eye.

Marcello just grinned wider, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. “What if I trade you for a kiss?”

She pretended to think it over, tapping her chin. “Hmm… okay, deal.” She leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips before letting him steal a fry.

He hummed against her lips, clearly savoring the moment more than the food. “Best trade I’ve made all night.”

They spent the next hour chatting about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other’s company. She told him how proud she was of him, how she couldn’t wait to see what other characters he’d come up with for future shows, and he told her how much it meant to him that she was there, always cheering him on from the sidelines.

At one point, she dipped a fry into his milkshake, earning a playful groan of protest from Marcello. “You’re ruining my shake!”

She just laughed, offering him a fry coated in ice cream. “Come on, you know you secretly love it.”

He took a bite, scrunching up his nose in mock disapproval before finally admitting, “Okay, maybe it’s not that bad.”

They eventually decided it was time to head home, but Marcello made sure to stop at a scenic overlook, the city lights sprawling beneath them. He parked the car, and they climbed onto the hood, sitting side by side as they watched the twinkling lights below. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close against his chest.

“This is nice,” she murmured, tracing small circles on his arm with her fingers. “I love nights like this with you.”

Marcello pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice soft and sincere. “I love every moment with you, you know that? Even the crazy ones, like tonight.”

She lifted her head to meet his gaze, smiling softly. “I know. And I love every moment with you too, especially when you do that thing on stage where you get all serious and then crack a joke out of nowhere.”

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Guess I’ll have to keep doing it, just for you.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet of the night, until the chill in the air made them head back into the warmth of the car. As they drove back home, she fell asleep with her head resting on his shoulder, and Marcello couldn’t help but smile, knowing that no matter how big his dreams got, his favorite moments would always be the quiet ones they shared together.

When they reached her place, Marcello carried her inside, careful not to wake her, and tucked her into bed before joining her. He wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled against his chest, murmuring his name in her sleep. He pressed a final kiss to her forehead, whispering softly, “Goodnight, my love.”

In that peaceful moment, with the sound of her breathing and the warmth of her curled up beside him, Marcello felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Marcello stirred awake, feeling the familiar weight of his girlfriend’s head resting against his chest. He opened his eyes slowly, taking in the peaceful sight of her still asleep beside him. Her hair was a little messy, and her face was pressed against his chest, a slight smile tugging at her lips even in sleep.

Marcello couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He brushed a gentle hand over her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. She stirred, eyes fluttering open as she blinked up at him, her smile growing wider when she realized he was watching her.

“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. She cuddled closer to him, burying her face against the warmth of his chest.

“Morning, beautiful,” he replied, his voice low and warm, still husky from sleep. He tilted her chin up gently, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It was slow and lingering, the kind of kiss that made her toes curl beneath the blankets.

She hummed against his lips, a quiet little sound of contentment, and when he finally pulled back, she kept her arms wrapped around him, keeping him close. “Last night was fun,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles over his chest. “But this is even better.”

Marcello chuckled softly, his thumb brushing across her cheek. “I like waking up with you,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “Especially when I get to see that cute little smile first thing in the morning.”

She laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder. “You’re such a flirt, you know that?”

He grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. “Can’t help it. Not when you look at me like that.”

She tilted her head up and kissed him again, a little deeper this time, her hands sliding up to cup his face. He kissed her back just as sweetly, savoring the warmth and softness of the moment. When they finally broke apart, they both laughed softly, a little breathless and wrapped up in each other.

Marcello tucked her closer against him, the two of them cocooned in their little bubble of warmth and morning light. “You want breakfast?” he asked, his voice gentle as he traced lazy patterns along her back.

She nestled closer, closing her eyes again with a smile. “Not yet. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

“Deal,” he whispered, pulling the blankets up over them and tightening his arms around her. They stayed in each other’s arms, sharing kisses and soft laughter, the world outside their bedroom feeling a million miles away. And in that moment, Marcello couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

First of all i want to THANK YOU for writing for Marcello Hernandez!😩😍

I would like to request a smut for him!! Maybe one where him and reader are co stars or they have been friends for a while (you can decide!) and there has always been alot of sexual tension, constant flirting, ect. And one night they are hanging out and they can’t contain themselves any longer and they fully go at it and admit their feelings!!?? You can make it as dirty as you want (plz) 😜

i love this!! your wish is my command 🫶🏼✨

More than friends

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+

You and Marcello had been friends for what felt like forever. Ever since those early days of struggling to break into the industry, auditioning at every opportunity, and scraping by on whatever you could afford, you’d had each other’s backs. He’d been your partner in crime for late-night rehearsals and spontaneous adventures, laughing his way through awkward moments and celebrating every win, big or small. There was something undeniably special between you, an ease and chemistry that everyone seemed to notice even if you both stubbornly ignored it. Every time he looked at you with that smirk, brushed your hand a bit too long, or made a joke that danced on the line between teasing and flirtation, you’d pretend it didn’t make your heart race.

When the two of you finally landed roles on the same show, it felt like fate had pushed you even closer. Your friendship quickly evolved into constant on-set banter, inside jokes, and long evenings spent running lines over takeout dinners. But lately, things had shifted. Marcello’s looks lingered, his touches felt heavier, and the tension that had always been there was now impossible to ignore. He’d laugh about it, make a playful comment when he caught you staring, but you could tell there was something deeper behind his words.

Tonight, the two of you were decompressing at your place after a long week. Marcello had brought over a bottle of wine, and you’d picked up a pile of wings from your favorite local spot. It was like every other night—yet completely different. From the moment you poured the wine, the unspoken attraction between you simmered under the surface, adding weight to every glance and touch.

After a few glasses, you were both feeling tipsy and a bit bolder, laughing at each other’s jokes louder, leaning a little closer. Marcello’s arm rested along the back of the couch, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder. You leaned back into him, letting yourself enjoy the warmth of his arm around you, wondering if tonight might finally be the night that all that tension boiled over.

Marcello grinned at you, his eyes dark with something playful, something dangerous. “You know,” he said, voice low, “I think we’re probably the most convincing fake couple on TV. Don’t you think?”

You laughed, brushing off the heat that rose to your cheeks. “Well, maybe it’s because I’m such a good actress.”

“Maybe,” he replied, leaning in until his face was inches from yours, “or maybe it’s because you make it so easy to pretend.” His voice softened, and his gaze lingered on your lips, his words hanging in the air.

The laughter faded as you locked eyes, the space between you shrinking. “Marcello… I think we’ve been pretending for way too long,” you whispered, the truth slipping out before you could stop it.

His hand slid up to cup your face, thumb grazing over your cheek, his touch warm and electric. “What if we stop pretending?” he murmured, his voice rough.

Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and intense, like he’d been holding himself back for years. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you against him, and you felt every inch of his body pressed against yours. The wine and the years of unspoken feelings blurred everything else as the kiss deepened, turning urgent and needy.

Between breaths, you whispered, “Marcello… we’ve waited long enough.”

That was all it took. He scooped you up, guiding you back toward the couch, his hands exploring as if he were afraid to waste another moment. The heat between you was intoxicating, fueled by the wine and the feeling of finally letting go. His lips traced a path down your neck, his touch igniting every part of you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he pressed you into the couch, both of you lost in the moment you’d been waiting for.

In the early hours of the morning, as you lay tangled in each other’s arms, Marcello ran his fingers through your hair, his face softening with a look you’d never seen before. “I don’t want this to be just tonight,” he whispered, voice still thick with emotion. “I want us… for real.”

A smile spread across your lips, and you reached up, brushing a hand along his jaw. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

As the wine settled warmly between you, the banter that had once felt light-hearted became increasingly intense. You and Marcello were leaning into each other on the couch, laughter giving way to long, heated glances and lingering touches. Your hand rested on his thigh, your fingers tracing small circles there, and his gaze flickered down, darkening.

Without another word, he closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was instantly deep, heated, and overwhelming. His hands were everywhere, moving from your waist to your hips, pulling you into him as you let yourself melt against his body, years of tension breaking free in a moment. His fingers brushed up your back, sending shivers through you as he pulled you onto his lap, his mouth never leaving yours.

Your legs straddled his hips as his hands slipped under your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin with a touch that was both rough and tender. “God, I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and filled with need. His mouth moved to your neck, kissing and biting gently, making you gasp as he left a trail of heat along your skin.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, your hands roaming over the warm skin of his shoulders and chest. You could feel his heartbeat under your fingers, fast and steady as his hands slipped under your own shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. He paused, taking you in, his eyes filled with admiration and desire that made your cheeks flush.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured, his hands cupping your face before trailing down, fingers grazing your skin, igniting every inch they touched.

You leaned in, capturing his mouth with yours, your kisses growing more feverish as your bodies pressed together. Marcello’s hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly as he leaned you back against the couch, his body settling above you. His hands slid down, hooking into the waistband of your pants, and he looked up, seeking permission in his eyes.

Breathless, you nodded, your heart racing as he slowly tugged them down, his hands exploring every inch of bare skin as he went. The intensity of his gaze made you feel like you were the only person in the world, his touch leaving a trail of heat that made you shiver.

He paused, his eyes raking over you with a hunger that made your pulse quicken. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore,” he admitted, his voice rough.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, your hands pulling him closer, desperate to feel him, to be closer to him than ever before. Marcello’s lips were on you again, moving down your body in a series of slow, lingering kisses. Every brush of his mouth felt deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

Marcello's touch was electric as his hands glided down your body, fingertips tracing every curve. You trembled with anticipation, aching to feel his mouth on you. Slowly, deliberately, he sank to his knees, his eyes locked with yours, dark with desire.

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed against the delicate skin of your inner thighs, his tongue darting out to taste you. A low groan escaped him, vibrating against your flesh. "You taste so sweet," he murmured, the words sending a shiver through you.

Without warning, his mouth closed over your most sensitive spot, his tongue swirling and lapping, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to you as he worked relentlessly, every stroke of his tongue pulling you closer to the edge.

The noises you made only spurred him on, his enthusiasm matching your own growing need. He hummed against you, the vibrations making your hips buck, chasing the sensation. Marcello's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked, lapping up every drop of your arousal.

"Marcello, please," you gasped, your voice ragged with want. "I need you."

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and hooded. "Not yet," he growled, diving back in, his tongue delving deep, his fingers joining the onslaught of sensation.

You cried out, your body tightening with the approaching wave of ecstasy. Marcello kept up his relentless pace, his touch firm and unyielding, until finally, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you in crashing waves.

Marcello kept his mouth on you, gentling his movements as you came down from your high. Slowly, he pulled away, his lips glistening with your arousal. He gazed up at you, eyes hooded and dark with desire.

"Magnificent," he murmured, his voice low and ragged. He rose to his feet, crowding into your space, his large frame towering over you. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lips. "I want to savor every inch of you."

His mouth crashed down on yours, the kiss fierce and possessive. You melted into him, clutching at his shoulders as his tongue swept into your mouth. A needy whimper escaped you, and Marcello growled in response, pulling you flush against him.

His hands skimmed down your sides, grip bruising as he palmed your backside, grinding his hips against yours. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your belly, and the knowledge that he wanted you so desperately sent a thrill through you.

Panting, he tore his mouth from yours, dragging his lips along your jaw to nip at your earlobe he moans in your ear.

Marcello's eyes darkened with barely restrained desire as he gazed down at you. With agonizing slowness, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his throbbing length teasing your slick folds.

"You feel so good, y/n," he breathed, his voice thick with want. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed forward, stretching and filling you until he was buried to the hilt. A shuddering gasp escaped you at the delicious sensation of being so completely joined.

But just as quickly, he began to withdraw, eliciting a desperate whine from you. "Marc,please..." you begged, hips canting upwards, seeking to keep him inside.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Patience, my love," he purred, the words barely audible as he surged forward again, hilting himself with a sharp snap of his hips.

You cried out, nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Marcello set a maddening pace, pulling out until just the tip remained, then driving back in with bruising force.

The bed creaked beneath you, the only sound besides your ragged gasps and his guttural groans. He possessed you completely, claiming every inch of your body as his own. And you welcomed it, reveling in the intoxicating feel of him moving inside you.

"Marcello!" you keened, the coil of pleasure tightening with every thrust. He swallowed your cries with a hungry kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth in time with the snap of his hips marcello cums inside you.

Afterward, as you lay tangled together, breathing in sync, Marcello brushed a strand of hair from your face, his gaze soft and vulnerable. He kissed you gently, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek as he whispered, “I don’t want this to ever end.”

You smiled, pulling him close again, knowing that after all these years, you’d finally found what you’d both been searching for.

PART 2: https://www.tumblr.com/yourmomsawh0r3/769089978375536641/night-out

[marcelloshdz]

double duty

summary: when you're asked to host and perform on saturday night live, you and marcello hit it off quite well. marcello x female!singer host. requested by anonymous.

“i’m so excited to be here!” you cheered as you walked through the hallways of NBC studios. you were pulling double duty on saturday night live this week, and you were absolutely over the moon. you’d been a fan of the show for as long as you could remember, and this was quickly becoming a “pinch me” moment. you were walking with some of the producers and writers on the show, getting a little tour of the studios. the writers had already pitched you some amazing sketch ideas, and you couldn’t wait to work on them and see what ended up in the final show.

the week quickly became very busy, but you were also making sure to take the time to soak it all in and truly enjoy your time there. you were having so much fun working through the sketches and meeting and making friends with the cast. you were a huge fan of the current cast, and you couldn’t believe that you were getting to work with them.

it was wednesday afternoon, and everyone had just settled into their seats for the table read. as you made your way through the scripts, your cheeks were hurting from laughing. everyone had written such incredible sketches, and you couldn’t believe that you were getting to be part of them.

the first hour passed by, and you’d made your way to a sketch that you were in with marcello hernández, playing a couple. admittedly, you’d been a bit nervous about working with him, as you’d become a fan of his (and developed a bit of a crush) in the three years he’d been on the show. you sat at opposite ends of the table as you read through the script, stifling laughs and playing off of each other very well. you looked around the table as the cast was laughing through the sketch as you and marcello and the other cast members that were part of the sketch read through the script. once you reached the end, the two of you exchanged the briefest of glances, and he shot you a soft smile. you smiled back, feeling your face flush as you moved to the next sketch. 

the rest of the week flew by, and it was finally show day. you’d been hanging around the studio all day running through the scripts a few more times before rehearsals. you’d also been rehearsing your songs, settling on your set designs and costumes. you were performing your two most recent singles, ahead of your album release coming within the next couple of weeks. 

you finished rehearsal of your first song, ready to take a break as they ran through weekend update. as you left the stage, you ran into marcello. he shot you a wide smile as he continued walking up to you.

“hey!” you said with a smile.

“hi. i liked your song.” he said softly.

“thanks.” you said awkwardly, standing there in a brief silence before he spoke again.

“so, i just wanted to let you know that our sketch got moved. we’re gonna be the first one back after update, instead of going before. that’ll give you more time to get ready before your first performance.” he said. 

“get ready, calm my nerves, all the same.” you joked.

“nah, you’ll be great.” marcello reassured you. you smiled again, whispering a small thanks before you had to move to rehearsal for the next sketch. 

before you knew it, it was finally time for the show. you stood backstage watching the cold open before moving behind the famous door. your heart raced in your chest as the announcer read through the names of the cast members during the intro sequence, followed by your name as host and musical guest. 

“ladies and gentlemen, y/n!” rang through the speakers. you pushed through the door and down the stairs, taking your place at the edge of the stage. you smiled wide, waving at the audience and taking in all the cheers. 

“wow, wow, wow. thank you very much. my name is y/n, and i am so grateful to be here hosting saturday night live!” you began your monologue, hitting all the jokes in the right places, and getting amazing laughs from the audience.

you ran through the first few sketches, getting many words of affirmation backstage from the cast and crew between set changes and commercial breaks. before you knew it, it was time for your first performance. 

“ladies and gentlemen, y/n.” you’d brought a close friend of yours to new york with you for this week, and the producers were kind enough to let them introduce your first song. 

you made it through your first song without a hitch, taking in all the applause that erupted around you. you were then rushed backstage, and allowed to take some time to take a break during the commercials and while weekend update was on. you met up with marcello for another quick little run through of your sketch before it was time to go back on stage. 

the premise of the sketch was you bringing him over to meet your friends for the first time, and him making a weird first impression. basically, a different version of his now-famous “protective mom” sketches with pedro pascal. hearing him calling you his girlfriend gave you butterflies in your stomach. way more than you’d like, but you’d never admit that out loud.

heidi gardner, ego nwodim, and bowen yang were also in the sketch, playing your friends, and taking the sketch to new heights. the jokes were getting laugh after laugh from the audience. you and the other cast members were even having trouble keeping it together. 

once the sketch finally concluded, you took in as much of the applause that you could before being rushed off the stage to get back and change for your next performance. just as you were stepping out of your dressing room, marcello found you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“you killed it! thanks for doing the sketch with me.” he said excitedly.

“thanks for trusting me! i know you had a heavy hand in writing it, and i’m glad it was picked for my episode.” you pulled away from him, giving him a wide smile before being whisked off to your spot on the performance stage to get ready for your next song. 

they began counting down from the commercial break, and you took a couple deep breaths before they came back. 

“once again, y/n.” you heard marcello’s voice announce from the main stage. your heart fluttered in your chest at the way your name sounded in his voice.

you finished your second song, and the episode began to wrap up. once it was over, everyone gathered on the main stage for good nights. you said your thank yous to the cast and crew, thanking everyone who came in for cameo appearances, and wishing everyone a good night. 

later that night, marcello found you at the after party. you both already had a couple of drinks in you, and had loosened up after a stressful week.

“hello again.” you said, sitting up on the barstool and giving him your full attention. 

“hey. i just wanted to congratulate you on a successful week. when you were confirmed for host, i gotta admit, i was really excited.” he said. 

“oh yeah?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. he laughed and nodded. 

“ooooh yeah. i’ve been listening to your music for a while. my sister is a fan, and she’s played a lot of your songs for me a few times.”

“mmm, she’s smart.” you laughed. “i didn’t know you were gonna be introducing my second song. that was a nice surprise.” you said, marcello taking a step closer to you.

“i’m glad you thought so. i asked specifically if i could do it.” he said with a smirk.

“wow, aren’t i special?” you asked, reciprocating his smirk. you sat up further on your barstool as marcello continued to close the space between you.

“very.” he said softly, fingertips drumming along your thigh. “so, i never do this, but,” he took a deep breath, “would you maybe wanna hang out some time? outside of all of this.” he said.

“sure. i’d like that. i’ll be in new york for a few more days before heading back to LA, so we could get together before i leave.” you said, nodding excitedly. you exchanged numbers and made your plans.

“we’re heading into an off week, so i have all the time in the world.” he said with a smile. 

you and marcello spent the rest of the night together, talking and getting to know each other. it could’ve been mostly the alcohol, but you were so comfortable with him.  you enjoyed being around him, and you loved talking and laughing with him. 

at the end of the night, marcello walked you outside to your uber that was taking you back to your hotel. 

“thanks again for a great night, and a great week. i really enjoyed getting to work with you.” you said to him as you stood on the sidewalk. 

“and i you.” he said with a smile. just then. your uber pulled up and he opened the door for you to get in. “text me when you get to your hotel.”

“i will.” you said. before climbing into the car, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, his face immediately turning a bright crimson. “see you later.” 

you watched from the window as marcello stood on the sidewalk, smiling and waving as your uber drove off. you let out a sigh of content, still not believing that tonight was even real, and that you’d already made plans to see each other again.

you turned to your friend, who raised an eyebrow at you.

“what are you smiling like that for?” they asked.

“just over the moon about tonight.” you said, evading a direct answer.

your uber ride was quiet as you rode back to the hotel. once you were finally back in your room, you took your phone out and text marcello to let him know that you were back at your hotel. he immediately replied, telling you that he couldn’t wait to see you again, and he wished you a good night.

you wished him a good night as well and got ready for bed. you slept peacefully that night, excited that you were going to see marcello again in just a few days. 

[marcelloshdz]

couples quiz

summary: you and marcello are the featured guests on the upcoming episode of the GQ "couples quiz." requested by anonymous. marcello x female!singer reader. this ended up being quite long, but i hope you enjoy! <3

“and there we go! you look stunning.” your makeup artist said to you.

“thanks to you.” you smiled at them. you were on set with GQ, getting ready to film a video with them. they’d invited you and marcello you partake in one of their “couples quiz” videos, and the two of you jumped at the opportunity.

you were led to the set, taking your seat as you waited for marcello to join you. he smiled at you has he walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before taking his seat across from you.

“you guys ready?” the producer asked, and you both nodded. 

“so ready.” you said with a smile, as some members from the crew handed you your question cards.

they counted down, and began rolling, you and marcello putting on your best faces and beginning the video.

“hey there, i’m y/n l/n,”

“and i’m marcello hernández,”

“and this is the GQ couples quiz.” you said in unison.

“alright, who wants to start?” you asked. 

“ladies first.” marcello said with a smile.

“well then, alright.” you settled the question cards in your hands, reading him the first one. “okay, this is a simple one to get us started. what is my favorite nickname for you?” you asked. 

“you call me cello a lot. or cellito, if you’re feeling flirtier than normal. but you’re also very heavy on the babe or baby. sometimes honey, which i personally love.”

“hmm, good to know.” you laughed before moving on to the next question. “oh, this is a good one. what was the first song i ever played for you?”

“i don’t want to give too much away, because as far as i know, it’s unreleased, yeah?” he asked, and you nodded.

“it is.” 

“but, i can say that you wrote it shortly after we made it official. so, almost four years ago. and, it’s about me.” he said, with a smirk to the camera.

“that is correct. at this point, i’m not sure i wanna release it, and instead just keep it between the two of us.” you said to the camera. you then moved on to the next question. “what is my favorite date we’ve been on?” 

“ooh, i know this one real well, because you tell this story all the time to people we meet.” he laughed, and you blushed. “it was when we were first dating, we were both in LA for work, and had coinciding days off. i took you to griffith park, we had a picnic, and we made friendship bracelets for each other with our initials on them. then, after lunch, we drove up mulholland, parked at one of the overlooks, and laid on the hood of our car while we watched the sunset over the city. it was very romantic. that was the night i asked you to be my girlfriend.” 

“i never told you this, but i’m sure i was already falling in love with you at that point. it was only like, a month or so after we started hanging out and talking, but i was already locked in.” 

“honestly, so was i.” marcello said, echoing your sentiment with a smile.

“next question; what is my favorite sketch of yours?” 

“you always tell me you have multiple favorites, and they change like, every month.” he laughed before answering.

“that is true, but i do have one all time favorite. one that i, without question, would top tier marcello sketches. and we’re not talking update features, because i love all of those. just live sketches.” you explained.

“okay, that helps me a bit. i’m gonna go with either fusion scientist, or the age of discovery.” he said.

“it is fusion scientist, but i’m only gonna give you half a point because you hesitated.”

“aw man.” he laughed. 

“although, i do also love the age of discovery. there’s something about fusion scientist  that just always gets me. i had genuine tears in my eyes the first time i watched it, and am still bitter it was cut for time.”  you clarified.

“that one was really fun to perform. it was so ridiculous and goofy, but i loved it.” he explained. 

“and thats why i love it too.” you said. “alright, next question. oh, this is a good one; what is my favorite gift you’ve given me?” you finished the question, and watched his eyes flit to your hands, landing on your ring finger on your left hand. he reached out to you, and you placed your hand in his, smiling as he pressed a kiss to the ring.

“this right here.” he said as you held your hand out to the camera for a close up. “i got you that ring on our first anniversary. it’s our birthstones in a heart shaped setting.” 

“not only is it my favorite gift you’ve given me, but i think it’s my favorite gift i’ve ever gotten, ever.” you said. you finished out your questions, tallying up marcello’s score. “alright, we are sitting at a nice round 20 points.” you said to the camera. 

“well, good for me.” he said with a laugh. “alright, my turn. first up, what sports did i play growing up?” he asked you.

“soccer was your main sport, and you played it throughout high school and college. but you also played baseball, and dabbled in golf, and sometimes fishing?”

“wow. yes to all of those. um, i don’t think i want to play this game anymore.” he laughed. 

“hey, we’re only one question in. don’t get too discouraged.”

“next question; who has been my favorite host to work with so far on snl?”

“either pedro or benito.” you answered, and he nodded. “those were really big episodes for you, and i know you had a good time getting to write and work on pretty good sketches during those episodes.” 

“those were both really good, and i enjoyed them both a lot. but, if i had to pick, i would pick benito over pedro.”

“oh, tea.” you gasped through a laugh.

“only because of the age of discovery sketch. that sketch being entirely in spanish, and all the love we got on it, it made me really proud. pedro was also part of that episode, so that still counts.” he explained. “what is my favorite food?” he asked.

“anything cuban or dominican. you’re very easy to please.” you answered immediately. “c’mon give me a challenge.”

“yeah i should’ve skipped that one.” he laughed. “next one. oh, here’s a good one. what was i wearing on our first date?”

“you were wearing a dark blue cardigan, over a white t-shirt, with blue jeans, and white sneakers.” you answered. “i had a picture of us from that night as my phone wallpaper for a long time, it’s practically burned into my brain at this point.” you said. “do you remember what i was wearing?” you asked him

“you were wearing a black, like, lacy top, with a white skirt and black platform loafers.” 

“actually,”

“what?!” he said loudly, feigning offense.

“no, i’m just kidding. that was right.” you laughed.

“i was about to be so mad.” he laughed. “alright, next one; where was our first kiss?” he asked.

“our first kiss was on the beach in miami. you were home, visiting family and some friends. you asked if i wanted to come see you, and of course, being as down bad as i already was, i immediately jumped on a plane with zero hesitation. we had just finished lunch, and we were hanging out on the beach near where you grew up. we were sitting there in silence, listening to the waves crash on the shore, when we turned to each other, and we kissed. i remember it being really awkward, and us almost missing?”

“i do remember that as well.” he laughed. “but look at us now, so it must not have been too terrible.”

“it was a first kiss, so you kinda expect it to be awkward. but it was good in the long run.” you said, and marcello nodded, smiling at you. before continuing through the next couple of questions.

“alright, i think this is my last one.”

“and, not to brag, but i am only one point behind you.” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“well, then this will count for two points.” he said, clearing his throat. “which one of us made the first move?”

“you did.”

“wow, that was fast.”

“you did! we were at an snl after party, after dua lipa’s episode. which, i was invited to by her, by the way.” you said, matter-of-factly. “we were both at the bar, waiting for our drinks, and made small talk. we hung out for a bit, and by the end of the night, you were already asking for my number. barely two days later, you were asking me to go out.” 

“and you accepted without hesitation.” 

“well, yes, but this isn’t about me.” you teased, and marcello rolled his eyes at you.

“well, that was my last question. our final scores are 21 to 20, y/n only getting extra points because i played multiple sports growing up.” 

“and for that, i thank you.” you laughed.

you filmed the outro for the video, saying good bye and thanking the future audience for watching. there was a loud “CUT!” from behind the camera, and the producers and crew were thanking you and marcello for such a fun episode.

“thanks for having us! this was a lot of fun.” marcello said, and you nodded in agreement. the two of you headed out to your car, making your way to a nearby restaurant for lunch. you got your food, and sat down at a table, replaying the events of the afternoon. 

“we should do more things like that. i know we pride ourselves on having quite a private relationship, but it was a lot of fun.” marcello said to you.

“it was! but i feel like youre just suggesting that so you can redeem yourself and let the people know that you know me better than i know you.” you said to him. 

“no, why would you ever think that?” he asked sarcastically. you just laughed and shook your head. the two of you finished your lunch, enjoying your meal and being with each other. truthfully, marcello knew you better than you knew yourself, and vice versa. and that made you happier than you could ever put into words.

[marcelloshdz]

work out just fine

summary: after meeting marcello at a mutual friend's get together, you hit if off very well. requested by anonymous. *”h/n” = “host’s name”

“y/n! are you ready to go?” your roommate called from your living room. 

“yes, im coming down right now!” you called back. you finished putting on your jewelry, spritzed on some perfume, and bounced down the stairs. you and your roommate were headed out to brunch that they’d been invited to, and were gracious enough to bring you as their plus one. 

the restaurant was thankfully close to your house, so it was okay if you were running a little late. once you arrived, you gave the host your name, and were taken back to a large room that was secluded from the rest of the restaurant. you didn’t know many of the people here, so you were a bit uncomfortable at first, but you knew once the drinks started coming, you’d feel better. you and your roommate said hello to their friend who was hosting the brunch, and you took your seats at the table. there weren’t too many people there yet, so you had plenty of options to choose from. 

you didn’t realize it at the time that your seat was gonna end up being the best one at the entire table.

small talk began flowing at the table as the servers brought out the first round of mimosas. you poured yourself a glass and immediately felt at ease. you waited a bit longer for more people to arrive before placing orders for full meals, but you were able to snack on the various charcuterie that filled the middle of the table. 

you were snacking on some cheese and crackers when you heard a voice next to you.

“is this seat taken?” they asked.

“no, go for it.” you answered. you turned in their direction, eyes landing on the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. he had soft brown eyes, with a perfectly messy head of brown hair to match. butterflies began swarming in your stomach as he flashed you the most perfect white smile you’d ever seen.

“i don’t think we’ve met before. i’m marcello.” he said to you.

“i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you.” you said with a smile.

“how do you know h/n?” he asked.

“oh, i don’t really. we’ve met a couple times in passing, but i’m here with my roommate, who’s good friends with them.” you said, and he nodded. “you?” 

“we used to work pretty closely together. they were a bartender at a comedy club i used to do stand up at for a while. they used to always make my drinks nice and strong, especially on nights when i was performing for tougher crowds.” just then, h/n came over, marcello standing from his chair to say hi and wrapped them in a tight hug.

“oh! i see you and y/n have met. good. keep talking.” they said smugly. you shrugged it off as marcello sat back down next to you.

the rest of the attendees finally arrived and you were finally able to order your food. as you ate, you and marcello spent the entire afternoon talking and getting to know him pretty well. you told him all about your relationship with your roommate, how you met and ended up in new york. you told him about your job, about your family, and your hobbies. he told you about his family, his work in comedy, and how proud he was of himself for getting to work on snl.

“that’s where i recognize you from! i’ve been sitting here wracking my brain about why you looked so familiar to me. i thought you just had one of those faces.” you said.

“do you watch the show?” he asked.

“not as much as i used to. i used to watch it weekly in like, mid to late 2000s. like, around '05 when andy samberg was on the show. that era is one of my favorites, and i had such a crush on samberg growing up.” you admitted.

“i started watching around the same time. i was a big fan of fred armisen as a latino growing up in comedy.” he said, and you nodded. 

“that’s so cool that you get to live out a dream.” you said to him.

“it’s very cool. i still can’t believe it sometimes.” he said, and you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. 

you and marcello spent the rest of the afternoon talking to each other. once you were all finished eating, the party moved to a near by bar for more drinks. you and him continued hanging out, dancing and singing to the music that played at the bar.

you and marcello were hitting it off so well, you were internally kicking yourself for not having met him at some other event that you’d found out you both were at and just missed meeting each other. 

“i cant believe we could’ve met three years ago if i hadn’t left that birthday party early.” he sighed, finishing his drink and ordering another one. 

“nah, it wouldn’t have been right. we weren’t meant to meet until now. the universe was keeping us apart for a reason. you just told me that three years ago you’d just gotten out of a serious relationship and were on the rebound. we wouldn’t have worked out back then.”

“would we work out now?” he asked, and you shrugged. 

“maybe.” you said, raising a brow at him.

it was starting to get late and you and marcello made your way out of the bar and started walking down the street. you linked your arm with his, partly because you wanted to be close to him, and partly because you were too drunk to hold yourself up on your own. 

you walked a few blocks, and before you knew it, you were outside your apartment building.

“hey,” you hiccuped, “i live here.”

“i know.”

“how? are you a stalker?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. marcello just laughed and shook his head.

“no. your roommate gave me the address so i could make sure you got home safe.” 

“well, i’m home. so you’ve fulfilled your duties.” you said, but he shook his head. 

“youre not home yet. ill wait out here and you can text me when you get upstairs.” he said. 

“but i don’t have your number.”

“a minor setback that we can easily fix.” he said. you gave him your phone and he typed in his phone number. you smiled to yourself when you noticed the flaming heart emoji he added after his name on his contact profile. 

“i had a really great time tonight, thanks to you.” you said to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“so did i.” he said softly, resting his forehead against yours. you stood silently for a moment before marcello spoke again. “can i kiss you?” he asked, just above a whisper. you nodded with a smile, his lips quickly meeting yours. 

“oh, yeah. i think we’re gonna work out just fine.” you said after he pulled away.

“glad we’re in agreement there.” he said. you finally pulled away and made your way up to your apartment, texting marcello as soon as you got back to your room. he text you his entire ride home, and for a little bit after he got home.

you didn’t realize it at the time, but you were already falling hard for marcello. and he was already falling hard for you. you were certain that the two of you were gonna work out just fine.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

oh my god someone who writes for Marcelo!

Maybe one where Marcello takes reader to meet his mom! Reader is super nervous but he keeps reassuring her that it’ll be okay and that he’s already told her everything about reader and his mom is excited!!

ughh i love this story already! hope you enjoy babe🫶🏼✨

Suegra

pairing: marcello hernandez x f! reader

Marcello’s car rolled to a stop in front of a house that felt like it had a heartbeat of its own. The pastel yellow stucco walls, trimmed with white, were dappled in the late afternoon sunlight. A pair of rocking chairs sat on the front porch, and wind chimes gently tinkled with the breeze. The house exuded warmth just like Marcello himself.

“This is it,” he said, a note of nostalgia in his voice as he cut the engine.

You leaned forward to get a better look, clutching the flowers tightly in your hands. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured, your nerves momentarily eclipsed by the charm of his childhood home.

Marcello grinned. “It’s not much, but it’s home. The porch? That’s where my mom and I used to sit and watch thunderstorms. And that tree over there? I fell out of it once when I was trying to rescue a kite. Mom freaked out. I think she lectured me for a week.”

You laughed softly, picturing little Marcello dangling from the tree, all big brown eyes and mischievous energy.

He turned to you, his expression softening. “You okay, cariño? You’ve been quiet.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “I’m just… I want to make a good impression, you know? This house your mom it’s such a big part of who you are.”

Marcello reached over, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Hey, listen to me. My mom’s going to love you. I’ve told her how smart you are, how funny, how much you care about people. She already thinks you’re perfect. And if it helps, she’s way less scary than she sounds.”

You gave him a wobbly smile, and he leaned in to kiss your temple before hopping out of the car. He rounded the front, opening your door and holding out his hand. You took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

As you walked up the steps together, you noticed little details brightly painted flower pots lined the porch, each one bursting with marigolds and hibiscus. A small ceramic rooster sat on the windowsill, and a faint melody of salsa music drifted through the open window.

Marcello knocked, but before his hand even left the door, it swung open. His mom stood there, a vision of warmth and hospitality. She was petite, her dark hair streaked with gray, her smile wide and genuine.

“¡Mi hijo!” she exclaimed, pulling Marcello into a tight hug that seemed to compress all the love in the world into one gesture.

“Hola, Mami,” Marcello said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

When she pulled back, her eyes landed on you, and her smile grew even brighter. “And you must be Y/N.”

You quickly held out the bouquet, nerves making your hands tremble slightly. “Hi, um, these are for you. Thank you so much for having me.”

Her eyes sparkled as she accepted the flowers. “¡Qué hermosa! Thank you, mija. You didn’t have to do this. Come, come in!”

She ushered you inside, and immediately, the house wrapped you in its embrace. The walls were adorned with family photos Marcello as a baby, Marcello with his mom at the beach, Marcello in a little league uniform. The air smelled of something delicious garlic, spices, and a hint of citrus.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, leading you into the kitchen, where a feast awaited. The table was covered in dishes: arroz con pollo, black beans, plantains, and a salad with avocado and lime.

Marcello leaned in to whisper, “She’s trying to impress you too, you know. This much food? She’s pulling out all the stops.”

You smiled, feeling your nerves begin to ease. His mom motioned for you to sit, and as the meal unfolded, so did the stories. She shared tales of Marcello’s childhood how he was always cracking jokes, how he used to run around the house with his cousins pretending to be a TV host.

“Even as a niño, he was making everyone laugh,” she said, beaming at her son.

Marcello groaned, though his eyes were filled with affection. “Okay, Mami, no need to embarrass me.”

By the time dessert arrived homemade flan, its caramel glaze glistening you felt completely at ease. His mom reached across the table to touch your hand, her expression earnest.

“Thank you for making my son so happy,” she said. “I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. You’re family now, mija. Anytime you want to come over, my house is yours.”

Your throat tightened with emotion, and you barely managed to whisper, “Thank you.”

On the way home, Marcello looked over at you, his eyes soft in the dim glow of the dashboard. “Told you she’d love you,” he said, squeezing your hand.

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “I love her too. And I love you, Marcello.”

He kissed the top of your head, his voice filled with a quiet kind of joy. “I love you more, cariño. Always.”

As the night deepened, the comforting glow of the living room lights softened, wrapping the room in an intimate warmth. Plates and glasses from dinner had been cleared away, replaced by laughter and the sound of an old camcorder clicking to life.

“Okay, okay, you have to see this one,” Marcello’s mom said excitedly, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to you while Marcello stretched out on the couch behind you.

The TV flickered, and soon a grainy video of a much younger Marcello filled the screen. He couldn’t have been more than six, his dark curls bouncing as he ran across the backyard. He was shirtless, covered in streaks of mud, holding a garden hose in one hand and laughing wildly.

“Oh no,” Marcello groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Not this one.”

“Yes, this one!” his mom said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “This was the day he decided to water the plants by himself… except he forgot the hose was on full blast and ended up drenching himself instead.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, your eyes darting between the screen and Marcello’s embarrassed expression. “You were so cute!”

“I was a menace,” Marcello corrected, shaking his head.

The video transitioned to another clip a birthday party. Marcello stood in front of a cake almost as big as he was, his little face lighting up as everyone sang to him. He clapped excitedly at the end of the song, then smashed his hands into the cake with no hesitation.

“Oh, come on,” Marcello groaned again, though you could see the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

“Stop pretending you’re embarrassed,” you teased, nudging his leg with your elbow. “You love the attention.”

His mom laughed along with you, patting your knee. “She’s got your number, mijo.”

For hours, the three of you sat together, watching memories unfold on the screen. Marcello’s mom told you stories about each moment how he’d insisted on wearing a cape to school for an entire week, how he’d once tried to sell lemonade in the living room because it was “too hot outside,” and how he’d cried happy tears the first time he performed in a school play.

By the time the last video ended, you felt like you’d been given a front-row seat to the life that had shaped the man you loved.

“Thank you for sharing these with me,” you said softly to his mom as she started tidying up the tapes.

She waved you off with a warm smile. “You’re part of the family now, mija. This is your history too.”

Marcello watched the interaction from the couch, his heart swelling as he saw how effortlessly you and his mom had bonded. He hadn’t known it was possible to love you even more, but tonight, you proved him wrong.

In the weeks that followed, his mom’s words rang true you quickly became part of the family. Marcello often joked that you spent more time at her house than he did, but he secretly loved how close the two of you had become.

One Saturday afternoon, he walked into his mom’s kitchen to find the two of you seated at the table, a rainbow of nail polish bottles spread out before you. His mom was carefully painting your nails while you both chatted and laughed like old friends.

“What’s this?” Marcello asked, leaning against the doorframe with a grin.

“We’re having girl time,” his mom said without missing a beat, waving him off with her free hand.

“Girl time?” Marcello echoed, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smirked at him. “Don’t be jealous. We’re planning a shopping trip next weekend, and you’re not invited.”

His mom nodded in agreement, a playful glint in her eye. “She’s my shopping partner now. We have to keep you boys in line somehow.”

Marcello chuckled, shaking his head. “Great. Now I have to compete with my own mom for your attention.”

You blew him a kiss, your freshly painted nails sparkling in the sunlight. “Sorry, babe. Priorities.”

Despite his teasing, Marcello was endlessly grateful for the bond you’d formed with his mom. Watching you two together laughing, cooking, even gossiping gave him a glimpse into the future. He imagined Sunday dinners filled with warmth and love, holidays spent surrounded by family, and a life where you and his mom remained inseparable.

That night, as you both lay in bed, Marcello wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“I think you love my mom more than me,” he joked, his voice low and affectionate.

You tilted your head to look at him, your eyes sparkling. “I just love that she raised someone as amazing as you.”

Marcello’s heart swelled, and he pulled you closer. “She was right, you know. You’re family now, cariño. And one day, I hope we’ll have a home just like hers a place where we can make memories, raise kids, and maybe even show them some embarrassing videos of me.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his chest. “I’d like that.”

In that moment, the future felt as bright and vibrant as the home videos you’d watched earlier. It was a future filled with love, laughter, and a family that already felt like yours.

As the night deepened, the comforting glow of the living room lights softened, wrapping the room in an intimate warmth. Plates and glasses from dinner had been cleared away, replaced by laughter and the sound of an old camcorder clicking to life.

“Okay, okay, you have to see this one,” Marcello’s mom said excitedly, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to you while Marcello stretched out on the couch behind you.

The TV flickered, and soon a grainy video of a much younger Marcello filled the screen. He couldn’t have been more than six, his dark curls bouncing as he ran across the backyard. He was shirtless, covered in streaks of mud, holding a garden hose in one hand and laughing wildly.

“Oh no,” Marcello groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Not this one.”

“Yes, this one!” his mom said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “This was the day he decided to water the plants by himself… except he forgot the hose was on full blast and ended up drenching himself instead.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, your eyes darting between the screen and Marcello’s embarrassed expression. “You were so cute!”

“I was a menace,” Marcello corrected, shaking his head.

The video transitioned to another clip a birthday party. Marcello stood in front of a cake almost as big as he was, his little face lighting up as everyone sang to him. He clapped excitedly at the end of the song, then smashed his hands into the cake with no hesitation.

“Oh, come on,” Marcello groaned again, though you could see the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

“Stop pretending you’re embarrassed,” you teased, nudging his leg with your elbow. “You love the attention.”

His mom laughed along with you, patting your knee. “She’s got your number, mijo.”

For hours, the three of you sat together, watching memories unfold on the screen. Marcello’s mom told you stories about each moment how he’d insisted on wearing a cape to school for an entire week, how he’d once tried to sell lemonade in the living room because it was “too hot outside,” and how he’d cried happy tears the first time he performed in a school play.

By the time the last video ended, you felt like you’d been given a front-row seat to the life that had shaped the man you loved.

“Thank you for sharing these with me,” you said softly to his mom as she started tidying up the tapes.

She waved you off with a warm smile. “You’re part of the family now, mija. This is your history too.”

Marcello watched the interaction from the couch, his heart swelling as he saw how effortlessly you and his mom had bonded. He hadn’t known it was possible to love you even more, but tonight, you proved him wrong.

In the weeks that followed, his mom’s words rang true you quickly became part of the family. Marcello often joked that you spent more time at her house than he did, but he secretly loved how close the two of you had become.

One Saturday afternoon, he walked into his mom’s kitchen to find the two of you seated at the table, a rainbow of nail polish bottles spread out before you. His mom was carefully painting your nails while you both chatted and laughed like old friends.

“What’s this?” Marcello asked, leaning against the doorframe with a grin.

“We’re having girl time,” his mom said without missing a beat, waving him off with her free hand.

“Girl time?” Marcello echoed, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smirked at him. “Don’t be jealous. We’re planning a shopping trip next weekend, and you’re not invited.”

His mom nodded in agreement, a playful glint in her eye. “She’s my shopping partner now. We have to keep you boys in line somehow.”

Marcello chuckled, shaking his head. “Great. Now I have to compete with my own mom for your attention.”

You blew him a kiss, your freshly painted nails sparkling in the sunlight. “Sorry, babe. Priorities.”

Despite his teasing, Marcello was endlessly grateful for the bond you’d formed with his mom. Watching you two together laughing, cooking, even gossiping gave him a glimpse into the future. He imagined Sunday dinners filled with warmth and love, holidays spent surrounded by family, and a life where you and his mom remained inseparable.

That night, as you both lay in bed, Marcello wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“I think you love my mom more than me,” he joked, his voice low and affectionate.

You tilted your head to look at him, your eyes sparkling. “I just love that she raised someone as amazing as you.”

Marcello’s heart swelled, and he pulled you closer. “She was right, you know. You’re family now, cariño. And one day, I hope we’ll have a home just like hers a place where we can make memories, raise kids, and maybe even show them some embarrassing videos of me.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his chest. “I’d like that.”

In that moment, the future felt as bright and vibrant as the home videos you’d watched earlier. It was a future filled with love, laughter, and a family that already felt like yours.

[marcelloshdz]

mr. hernández

summary: when marcello hears your praise of his performances on saturday night live, he can’t help but want to repay you for your kind words.

being with marcello, you almost always accompanied him to his interviews and events. getting to watch from the sidelines he spoke fondly to interviewers about his job, how much he loved getting to do what he does, and relishing in the support he’d been receiving for his comedy. you were so proud of him, and getting to be on this journey with him was nothing short of extraordinary.

tonight, as a breakout comedy star, marcello was being honored at Variety’s “Power of Young Hollywood” event, along with sabrina carpenter and sadie sink. 

you and marcello strolled down the carpet, making your arrival. you stood at his side as interviewers spoke to him, asking him questions for various news and social media sites. some were new, and some were ones that you’d heard him answer before.

“and who is this lovely lady attached to your arm?” the interviewer asked him as they locked eyes with you. you and marcello exchanged a quick look, and you gave him a small nod. it wasn’t often that he spoke of you during interviews, as he chose to keep your relationship as private as he could. but he took a large amount of pride in your support for him, and you could tell that he wanted to share.

“this is my girlfriend, y/n.” he said with a wide smile. “she’s been by my side, supporting me through so much of my journey finding my way through the comedy world, and finding my footing at SNL. she’s one of my biggest supporters, and it’s only right that i have her here with me tonight.” he said, smiling at you.

“he says you’re “one of” his biggest supporters? who could possibly have you beat?” the interviewer asked you.

“i think i probably come second only to his mom.” you said, marcello laughing behind you.

“so, we’ve talked with marcello about his favorite parts of being on saturday night live. let’s talk about yours. what have been some of your favorite moments from the show that you’ve gotten to be part of?” the interviewer asked you.

“oh, there have been so many. seeing him in the different costumes and wigs for sketches always makes me do a double take when i see him in them.” you began, and you heard marcello let out a small chuckle. “i just, have had the absolute pleasure and privilege of getting to hang out in studio so many times, and just seeing marcello get to do what he loves, being silly and telling jokes, every moment is my favorite. i’ve always known marcello was funny, and it makes me so happy, proud and excited that the rest of the world finally gets to see him being funny.” you finished, looking up at marcello. you were met by his gaze, a small smirk playing on the ends of his lips.

“well, there you have it. a raving review from your girl. i bet that makes you happy.” the interviewer said to marcello.

“more than happy. knowing that i’ve made y/n proud is all i can ever ask for. she’s my biggest fan, and is such a huge influence on what i write and the jokes i tell. it’s everything to me knowing that she loves what i do as much as i do.” he said. you finished the interview and continued down the carpet, making your way inside the venue, stopping to take photos along the way.

after some time of mingling, the honorees were invited up to make speeches. you watched from the crowd as marcello walked up to the podium, his award in his hands. you could tell he was bit nervous, but he quickly found your gaze in the crowd, and smiled softly.

he began speaking, thanking variety for the honor, and joking about how he was the 'least famous' of the three honorees tonight. “so, when you go home later, don’t compare our instagram followers.” he joked, immediately met with laughs.

he spoke fondly of his family, who supported him throughout college and his early days of starting out in stand up. he then began speaking about you, how you’ve been by his side since his move to new york, his starting at saturday night live, and how you always made him feel better on rough nights when sketches were cut or jokes didn’t land, and continuously being the one to hype him up on more successful nights. 

“all that to say, that i am very grateful to be in the position that i’m in, so thank you for this honor. it really does mean a lot to me.” he finished, holding up his award before walking away from the podium. he found you again in the crowd, arms quickly wrapping around you.

“oh, i’m so proud of you!" you exclaimed. “i love you.”

“thank you. i love you too.” he said. you pulled away and smiled up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

as the night went on, everyone was having such a good time mingling and partying. you’d walked over to the bar to get another drink, when you felt a hand press against the small of your back.

“mmm, hello there, mister rising star marcello hernández.” you teased, turning around to face him.

“oh, you flatter me.” he laughed. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips. he smiled down at you and began swaying to the rhythm of the soft music that was playing.

“have i mentioned how proud i am of you?” you asked as he pulled you closer into his chest.

“only about a couple hundred times. but i’ll always love to hear it.” he said.

“well hear it again. because i am so so proud.” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“y’know, i haven’t stopped thinking about all of those nice things you said about me earlier.” he said with a soft smirk. 

“oh yeah?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“i love hearing you talk about how excited you get seeing me on stage.” 

“it’s true. i get very excited.” you bit your lip as you pulled him closer into you. 

“well, maybe you and i should get going, so i can show you how excited that makes me.” he said, running his fingers up and down your arm, fiddling with your dress straps.

“maybe we should.” you said. he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and took your hand in his. he led you through the room, saying good bye to everyone. he’d fed them some excuse as to why you were leaving so early, but you couldn’t hear him. you were too distracted by how badly you wanted him.

you made your way outside, marcello barely taking his hands off you while you waited for a car to take you back to your hotel. once you were situated in the back seat, marcello began peppering kisses all over your skin. he hit your sweet spot at the base of you neck and you let out a soft moan.

“hold on baby. just a little while longer.” he whispered. his lips brushing against your ear sent shivers down your spine.

when you got back to the hotel, you practically ran inside and to the elevator. once inside, marcello began forcefully pushing the buttons to hurry the doors closed. as soon as the elevator began rising, he took you into his arms and kissed you hard. you quickly reciprocated, tangling your fingers in his hair as he tightly gripped your hips.

“god, i hope this elevator doesn’t make any other stops.” you said, breathlessly as marcello began sucking on your neck. you felt him giggle against your skin as you held him tighter.

fortunately for you both, the elevator went straight to your floor. the two of you stumbled down the hallway to your room, lips barely separating from each other. you finally made it to your room, continuing to stumble around as you both undressed each other. clothes were thrown around the room and you finally made it over to the bed. laughter filled the room as the two of you were being unusually clumsy.

“you are so perfect.” marcello said, barely above a whisper. your bare bodies were pressed tightly against each other, your hearts beating together in perfect synchrony.

marcello began pressing kisses to your skin, making sure to hit every inch. he wanted nothing more than to make sure you knew how special and how beautiful he thought you were.

there was something different between the two of you that night. stronger feelings of love and lust. you and marcello were both making sure that you were each experiencing a pleasure, a new high, that you’d never reached before.

the moments that followed were indescribable, the two of you climaxing at an unprecedented level. once you finished, marcello collapsed on top of you as you began to catch your breath. a comfortable silence filled the room, the two of you speaking only with your bodies. he pressed sweet kisses to your stomach and chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. neither of you saying anything, but both of you knowing what the other was thinking. he picked his head up and rested his chin on your sternum, locking eyes with you giving you a soft smile.

“i love you.” he whispered.

“i love you more.” you smiled back. he reached up and pressed a kiss to your lips before moving to lay beside you. he wrapped his arm around your waist and you pressed your back to his chest. it wasn’t long before you both fell asleep, comfortable and warm within each other’s embrace.

[marcelloshdz]

surprise party

summary: marcello pulling out all the stops to celebrate you on your big day. requested by anonymous. *b/f/n = best friend’s name 

“so, what are you doing for your birthday next weekend?” b/f/n asked as you both sat down to lunch. 

“i don’t know. i haven’t really thought much about it. i’ve had other things on my mind.” you shrugged. 

“y/n, come on. i’ve known you for years and know how much you love celebrating. what’s going on?”

“i really just wanted to spend it with marcello. we’re always together for our birthdays, but this is the first year that we wont be. he’s going out of town for some shows next weekend.” you sighed. 

“he can’t reschedule?” they asked, and you shook your head. 

“no. his shows were already rescheduled from last month because of some electrical or plumbing issues with the club or something. next weekend was the only weekend that was still available after all the other acts rescheduled their shows.”

“well then. i guess i’ll just take you out for your birthday next week. and i’ll make sure you have a blast.” b/f/n suggested, and you nodded in excitement. 

the week flew by and it was finally friday again. you were moping on the couch, sighing loudly while marcello was packing to leave. 

“y/n, please. i don’t want to leave like this.” he said, placing his bags by the door. he moved to sit next to you on the couch, pulling your chin to meet his gaze. “are you mad at me?” he asked, a small pout pulling on his lips. 

“no. i’m not mad at you. i’m upset that you’re leaving, but i’m not mad.” 

“i'm really really sorry. i tried my hardest to move things around to be here with you this weekend. what can i do to make it up to you?”

“put on your best shows this weekend. then come straight back home.” 

“deal.” he said with a smile. you shared a good bye kiss before he left, making his way to the airport to head to the city he was performing in this weekend. you went to bed early that night, resting up for a full weekend out you had planned with your friends. 

the next morning, you woke up to a bunch of texts from your family and friends, wishing you a happy birthday. you went to your text thread with marcello, reading his messages first. 

“happy birthday, mi amor. i wish so badly that i could be home with you, serving you breakfast in bed, and getting ready to take you out to celebrate. but i hope you know i’m thinking of you, and will be all day long. i love you so much, and i hope you still have the wonderful birthday that you deserve.”

“by the way, i did leave a gift for you hidden behind my clothes in the closet. it’s in a black box with a red bow. enjoy. 😉” 

“facetime me when you find it.”

you got out of bed and walked to the closet, rummaging through his clothes before finding the box. you sat down at your vanity, tapping on marcello’s contact to call him.

“good morning, baby.” he said excitedly when he answered. “happy birthday.”

“thank you, my sweet.” you talked for a little bit before marcello turned the conversation to your gift.

“alright, open your present.” he said, a wide smile on his face.

“okay, okay.” you laughed. you untied the bow, and lifted the lid. you removed the tissue paper to reveal a stunning pair of boots in your favorite color, ones that you’d been hinting at to marcello for months. you let out a loud gasp once the sight in front of you finally clicked in your head. “no! oh, these are beautiful.” 

“i figured once you put their picture on the fridge, it was safe to say you wanted them.” he laughed. 

“needed them, actually. and they fit perfectly.” you said as you slid them on. 

you and marcello were on facetime for a little bit longer before he had to start getting for his first show. he wished you another happy birthday, blowing a kiss through the screen before hanging up. 

later that afternoon, your friends came over to hang out before you went out that evening. you spent the afternoon watching movies, eating junk food, and enjoying your day being surrounded by people you loved. 

after dinner, you all finally started getting ready for your night out. you’d just finished doing your hair and makeup, when you stepped into your closet to decide on what to wear. you knew whatever you decided on needed to match your new boots perfectly. once you finally decided on your outfit, and were finished getting ready, you stepped into the living room to your awaiting friends.

they erupted in cheers and applause, hyping you up more than you could’ve asked for, or really wanted. but it was all in good fun. it was your birthday, and they wanted to make you feel special. 

you took a few shots before heading down to your uber and making your way to wherever your friends were taking you for the night. they ended up taking you to a five-star hotel, which you immediately protested to. 

“awe, come on. i don’t wanna drink at a hotel bar.” you whined. 

“well, good thing that’s not what we’re doing!” b/f/n said. they linked arms with you as you followed the rest of your group down a long hallway towards the hotel’s ballrooms. you finally stopped at one of them, slowly walking into it. the lights flicked on as soon as you stepped through the door, a loud “SURPRISE” erupting around you. 

“oh my god.” you said softly, barely above a whisper, fighting tears. your eyes bounced around the room, marveling over the decorations, including a large banner that read “happy birthday y/n” hung over the stage area. you were immediately engulfed in the crowd, friends and family giving you hugs and wishing you well. as you made your way through the crowd, you emerged on the other side, finally face to face with the mastermind of the evening. 

“marcello!” you cheered, falling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips. “what are you doing here?”

“you didn’t actually think i was gonna miss your birthday, did you?” he smiled down at you. 

“you did all of this?” you asked, and he blushed. 

“me and b/f/n. they helped me in ordering a lot of stuff so you wouldn’t get suspicious when party decorations started showing up at home. but i’ve been here all week helping set everything up.” 

“so you’ve been lying to me all week? you haven’t been working on your set for shows this weekend?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“nope. those shows were rescheduled for like, two months from now.” he shrugged. “i had the perfect alibi and you didn’t suspect a thing.” 

“i can’t believe you.” you laughed. “you’re too much.”

“never! you deserve the world, and it makes me happier than i can ever truly explain to be the one to give you the world.” he said with a smile.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you.” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips.

the night was so absolutely wonderful, as you spent it celebrating with your favorite people. you still couldn’t believe that marcello would do all of this for you, and you could never be able to fully express how much you appreciated him.

as the night was winding down, you were getting ready to go when marcello pulled you into his arms. 

“where are you going?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“home? where else?” 

“i have a room for us upstairs. c’mon.” he took your hand in his, leading you to the elevator. you made your way upstairs, and down the hallway to the room. all of your gifts had already been brought up here, and marcello’s bags sat on the dresser.  you slid your shoes off and undid your hair, letting it fall loosely over your shoulders. 

“as much as i appreciate all of this, i can’t believe you made me sleep all alone the night before my birthday.” you sighed, falling onto the bed.

“i know, i’m sorry. but it was the only way i could pull all of this off.” he climbed into the bed with you, hovering over you before pressing a kiss to your lips. “mm, i have another gift for you.”  he said, moving back to the dresser. he rummaged around in his bag, pulling out a velvet box. he moved back over to you, placing the box in your hand. you flipped it open to reveal a diamond necklace with matching earrings. 

“oh my god, these are beautiful!” you said with a smile. marcello took the necklace out of the box, hooking it around your neck.

“perfect.” he smiled as the necklace rested on your chest.

“thank you, so much. today has been perfect, and you’ve made me feel so special. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to truly express how much i love and appreciate you.” 

“muñequita, you don’t have to thank me. it’s your birthday, and i love being able to spoil you. because you do the same for me. te amo muchisimo. para siempre.”

“i love you too.” you said softly. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. 

marcello quickly deepened the kiss, laying you down as his lips began trailing down your neck. you let out a soft moan, raising your head to expose more of your neck for marcello to explore. his fingers fumbled with the zipper of your dress, and you quickly shimmied out of his as marcello lifted his shirt over his head. he stood briefly, your eyes not leaving his body as he finished undressing in front of you. you wrapped your leg around his waist, pulling him back into you as your lips met his again.

the intimacy you shared in the moments that followed was as perfect as ever. the way your bodies intertwined and meshed together was more satisfying than you could ever put into words. marcello treated you like a queen, making sure every inch of you was taken care of, and every need was met.

the end of the night was an absolute perfect end to a perfect birthday. you loved marcello so much, and you felt so incredibly lucky that he loved you the same way. 

[marcelloshdz]

name dropping

summary: after you've been mentioned in a number of snl sketches, you finally come on to host and let marcello know your feelings about them. requested by anonymous. marcello x actress!reader

*c/n = “cast member name”

“y/n have you seen this?” a friend of yours asked, walking into your living room, and handing your their phone, a tiktok video on the screen.

“no? what is this?” you asked. 

“just watch it.” they said. 

you pressed play on the video, which was of a bit from the most recent episode of saturday night live, from the weekend update segment, and they were doing a bit about the upcoming award’s season.

“here to comment is the guy who tells you what the movies are, mario lopez.” colin jost announced. marcello hernández was then wheeled out onstage, dressed in a suit and tie for his portrayal of the famous tv host. he went into his jokes about the movies that came out this year, who he hoped received nominations, and who he was excited to see on red carpet.

“personally, i’m a huge fan of y/n l/n, and i hope she wins everything.” he said before smiling wide at the camera.

your jaw dropped at the mention of your name on the show. “oh my god!” you screamed as the video continued. “this is crazy!”

“you’ve finally made it big enough to being mentioned on snl!”

“a dream come true.” you laughed. you watched the rest of the video, on the brink of tears as you laughed at the rest of the jokes. 

as the rest of the season went on, and you continued to be a name in movie news during award’s season buzz, you were continuously mentioned on snl. as more of the sketches were brought to your attention, you noticed that it was quite frequently marcello who was name dropping you. you didn’t really think much of it at first, just assuming that he was given stuff written by other people for the characters he was playing, but after a few more instances, it almost felt as though it was on purpose.

you’d just been announced as the host for their episode of prior to oscar sunday. you were excited to host, but you were also quite nervous. you’d done a few comedic roles, but the show being live was something that you were genuinely scared of. your first day in the studio was fun as the writers were pitching you their sketch ideas. you’d moved some of your things into your dressing room for the week. as you were walking out, you almost bumped into marcello, head down as he was reading something on his phone.

“shit, sorry.” he said awkwardly. “oh, hey y/n!” he said once he realized it was you.

“hi, marcello. it was nice to finally get to meet and work you. i’ve been seeing a lot of your sketches over these past few weeks, and i’ve enjoyed them a lot.” you said to him.

“thank you. that means a lot.” he said shyly. “i was nervous when you were announced as host that you were gonna be upset with the jokes that have been about you.” he admitted to you.

“no way. i thought they were all hilarious. admittedly, mainly because you were delivering the jokes.” you said with a smile. “i think you’re really funny and you’ve quickly become a favorite cast member of mine in the time you’ve been on the show.” you added, a faint blush rising to marcello’s cheeks.

“thank you. that means a lot, especially coming from someone as amazing as you.” he smiled. 

the rest of the week flew by, and before you knew it, it was saturday night. throughout the week, you and marcello grew quite close, hitting it off well and becoming fast friends. he was shy around you at first, but as the week went on, he became very talkative and friendly with you, bordering on flirtatious.

you were sitting your host dressing room taking a break from rehearsals when one of the cast members came in to talk to you.

“hey, what’s up?” you asked as they sat down.

“what’s going on with you and marcello?” they asked.

“nothing? why? did he say something?”

“not directly, but i can tell something’s up. in the three seasons he’s been here, he’s never been as giddy around a host like he’s been with you.” they said to you.

“oh. well, nothing’s going on between us. i mean, he’s been very friendly towards me, but it hasn’t been anything more than that.” you said, shaking your head.

“for what it’s worth, and i’m not trying to imply anything, but if anything does happen, he’s a great guy. and you two would be really good together.” they added before walking out of your dressing room. 

throughout the rest of the night, and leading into the show, marcello was acting even more flirty and friendly towards you. taking into account what you now knew about him, you began wondering if he had other intentions.

the show ended up being amazing, and you had a blast being there. after good nights, you went back to your dressing room to begin packing up your things to head out.

“you coming to the after party?” you heard a voice ask. you looked up to see marcello popping his head in the door.

“uh, no sorry.” you sighed. “i’ve got a busy day tomorrow, and gotta head back home pretty quickly.”

“oh, that’s too bad. i was hoping we could hang out some more, without the stress of having to put together a show.” he said stepping into the room. “can i at least walk you out?” he asked, and you nodded. he slung one of your bags over his shoulder and the two of you walked down the hall to the elevator to make your way downstairs and outside. as you walked downstairs, you and marcello quickly got to chatting, sharing your favorite parts of the week. 

marcello stood with you on the sidewalk, keeping you company while you waited for your uber. 

“hey, can i talk to you about something?” you asked him.

“what’s up?” 

“c/n talked to me earlier, while we were taking a break from dress rehearsals, and they brought something up to me that was kind of interesting.” you began, marcello raising an eyebrow at you, signaling for you to continue. “they mentioned that they hadn’t seen you as excited to work with a host as you’ve been with me.” 

“well, there is a lot of truth in that.” he began, taking a deep breath before continuing. “i may have let it slip that i have a bit of a crush on you.” he admitted.

“oh!” was all you were able to get out. that was definitely not what you were expecting him to say. 

“that’s partly the reason why i’ve been so willing to talk about you in sketches. i was hoping it would sorta grab your attention.”

“which it has, so i guess your plan worked.” you laughed. 

“i don’t mean to be too forward, and i hope this doesn’t make anything weird between us. but i do like you, and i feel like we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well over this week. i don’t know your situation, as far as if you’re in a relationship or not,”

“i’m not.” you interrupted with a smile.

“good. then maybe you and i can go out sometime. there are a lot of good date spots in the city, places that i’d love to take you to.

“i’d like that.” you nodded. a wide smile spread across marcello’s face, thoughts running through his head about how he could plan a perfect date night for you. you exchanged numbers, promising to text each other later that night, just before your uber finally arrived. 

you set your bag in the backseat before taking your other one from marcello. you hugged  him tight, , pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before climbing into the car. you waved from the window, marcello waving back as he watched you drive off. by the time you pulled up to your house and made your way inside, your phone was going off in your hand, a text from marcello popping up on the screen.

“not to sound like a broken record, but it really was so nice getting to meet and work with you this week.”

“same here. i was admittedly quite nervous about hosting, but being around you made it much easier. i can’t wait to see you again.” you replied.

“i’ve already got some ideas in mind for a date night. i hope i can continue to impress you.”

“well, you’ve been pretty good at that so far. i don’t doubt you’ll continue to do so.” you replied. you caught yourself smiling at your screen, accepting the fact that you already had strong feeling for marcello. but oh well. he did too, and you were happy that you were both already acting on them.